Academic Gathering with Lich Colleagues

Chapter 816

"The allies have failed..." The murmur was so slight that it was almost imperceptible, and there was a gust of wind, and the swaying grass blades made a rustling sound, as if a thousand mouths were repeating the lingering sound.

Failed……

Failed……

The sun hides behind the clouds, and the dew hidden in the leaves takes the opportunity to roll down and drip into the soil before being exhausted by evaporation.

The earth responded to the drops, and beneath the ground a hazy shadow slid swiftly.All plants respond to its words.

"But we won't..."

Won't……

Won't……

The terrified fleeing figure came into view, and the hunter who was lurking in the grass rushed forward.

"Enemies of the Illusion Weaver, please die."

die...

die...

The forest was singing, like an ignorant child repeating incomprehensible malice, the fibers began to gather, and the elf stopped breathing in the gathered green.When the fallen leaves were blown up by the wind, revealing the pale body under the cover, the hazy phantom mist approached.Touching a breathless elf like a pet is like a successful hunter occupying his own food.

"There is no breath of that woman... This time, we can kill more..."

More……

More……

"Knock on the door of dreams, let time fall into the past that should have ended..."

past……

past……

"Falga..."

The forest whispered the name.

……

She is squatting in the flower field, holding a freshly picked daisy in her hands, the white and tender petals are like her gauze skirt, her bright golden hair hangs down her shoulders, the young girl looks down at the bouquet, her blue eyes are completely lost in the bright yellow in the stamens.

Farga...

Farga...

The young girl was a little surprised, she turned her ears to the side, and her head was getting closer and closer to the flowers.

"Falja!" The girl raised her head, and the swaying mother appeared behind her. The long silk dress touched her face, like a gust of fragrant wind blowing.

The girl pursed her lips, and there was a flash of light on the edge of her eye sockets, and she held her mother's hand with some grievances.

"Mom, they left me."

The woman touched the girl's head comfortingly, and led her away from the flower field. "They haven't missed their appointment, boy, the forest is complaining, we should go home, and so are they."

As if remembering the original purpose, the woman's tone became a little more serious, and her strength was just enough to bend the twigs.

"Really, Falja. I warned you not to run around, it's dangerous out there."

Holding the bouquet, Falja slowed down angrily, making it harder for her mother to pull her.She suddenly thought of something again, and brought the bouquet in her left hand to her mother.

"Mom, mom, I heard these little flowers calling me today, and I can hear it now!"

Farga...

Farga...

The mother bent down and got close to the flowers. When she got up again, her face appeared confused, and then turned into a kind of worry that girls could understand. Her dilated pupils imprisoned the figure of the little girl, and the light mother walked like a gust of wind.

"Let's go back and ask Dad, he will cure you."

The mother and daughter walked through the woodland and the maze of banyan roots. The shadows of the long branches crossed Falga's face, separating the girl on the other side of the sun.They came home, a handsome marble house, the moss on the stone steps was cleaned by the servants every day, so it looked as clean as new.

Falja greeted the saluting figure, although the other party did not respond.

Passing through the porch, Falga counted to the seventh marble column, and his father was sitting on a high chair, talking to those uncles.The arrival of the two girls made the father respond. He smiled at his mother, and his face turned cold when he looked at the girl.

Falja shrunk his head, quietly hid behind his mother, pinched the corner of her skirt, and covered his face like wearing a veil.

"My friends, give me some private space." The guests laughed and tolerantly exited the hall.

There were only three members of the family left in the huge space, Falja felt a little deserted, but now he was even more afraid of his father's cold face.

Father noticed the flowers in Farga's hands.

"They should bloom for their own beauty, not for your joy and anger, Falja!"

The girl has her own stubbornness, relying on her gentle mother and contradicting her strict father.Holding the bouquet in both hands, and lightly holding the stem, the girl showed the bright little flowers in front of her father, as if all the beauty was the result of her careful handling.

"I will take care of them! They will be exposed to wind and sun in the woodland, and I will take care of them better than nature! These little flowers will become the most beautiful flowers in my hands!"

The father was a little disappointed by his daughter's unreasonable words. He suppressed his emotions and asked Falga to return to his room with her most beautiful bouquet.The palm slipped from his forehead to his chin. Looking at his wife who stayed where he was, the father smiled apologetically and helplessly, "I promise this is the last time."

The mother didn't pay attention to this, she lifted her skirt gently with her fingers, and turned her head to look in the direction where her daughter was leaving.

"Falja, she said again that she heard the voices of plants. This is a bit strange, and I am worried about her."

The woman's concern made the husband frown, and he tapped the tiara, reassuring his wife in a gentle voice, "Maybe that's a sign of danger, if you're afraid, we can keep her away from those plants and keep Falja safe and guard her with a house of marble and precious stones."

"She loves plants, you know, and keeping an elf out of the forest, my kid is kind of lonely, she can't lose more."

"Then go and accompany her and fill her lack with your love. Just let the child soothe your panic. Stability, for us now, is the most important thing, don't let fear swallow you." The father reminded the trembling woman that it might have had little effect on soothing, but at least he assigned the woman a task.

Mother walked tremblingly through the porch, towards the direction of Falga's room, she seemed to be seriously ill, her eyes were fixed on the closed door in the distance, ignoring the discarded bouquet at the corner.

The girl never touched plants again, she locked herself in the room, and only her mother could knock on her door.

As the days passed, Falga grew up with her mother, and communication with gentle women became her only channel for obtaining information.The crisis was resolved, and the elves defeated the enemy.The father is honored and the family's prestige is enhanced.There were also some interesting stories between women, and a smile gradually appeared on Falja's face.

The once reckless little girl has grown into a slim young girl, and under the influence of her mother, she has a graceful and luxurious air.Falga has reached the age of marriage, and her parents have prepared a lot of banquets for it. Unfortunately, the girl no longer has the habit of joining in the fun, and just gazes at the misty fog above the forest through the noise.

Everything changed when she was 130 years old.

A riding party came from the other side of the forest.A gentleman in a gorgeous suit was carried on a tall black horse. Falja sat on the balcony and noticed the man in the middle from a long distance away.Wearing a long robe, black hair on the sideburns supported his handsome face, red lips and white teeth, he seemed to feel his eyes raised his head.The two stared at each other for a moment, and Falja fled into the room clutching her chest. She didn't know what it felt like, and the distraught chick only knew that the two had a special connection.

Mother was very happy about this. At the dinner, Falga heard her mother singing like a show off, and father couldn't help humming a few words.

Everything seems to be a matter of course.Meet, get acquainted, know each other, love each other.

"Enkata Vidal, getting along with the night elves is very important to us, but I hope that your choice comes from your own wishes." The father rarely opened his mouth, and at the end when his daughter was about to be separated from the family, As if he wanted to redeem something, he amused Falja.

"Do you want me to go back on my word?" She blinked playfully, and the hand that hooked her father's arm tightened unconsciously.

"No, it's just the process, and I will feel better when I miss you in the future." He picked out the cultivated flowers with his own hands, and Falja looked at his fiancé, Mr. Enkata, who was wearing a white dress that he liked .

Hearing the words of the Elders, as elven companions who make a vow should do, Nkata Vidar held up the Ring of the Vow, a magical garland of flowers and thorns that, if Falja stretched out his hand, would represent future misery The sharp thorns will connect his blood with his fiancé.The blood meets through the ring of vows, and the husband and wife become each other's property.

Having experienced countless times in his heart, Falja still fell into tension at this time.She took a deep breath patiently, and stretched out her fingertips towards the plant ring.

Farga...

Farga...

It was that familiar call again, whispering from the important oath ring at this critical moment.

The girl fell into silence, but fortunately her fiancé gently reminded her that this elegant gentleman maintained proper restraint and gave Falja plenty of patience.

"Enkata."

"Falga."

Falja laughed, a very ugly smile that he maintained a solemn smile despite being disgusted.

"Why don't you kneel..."

The fiancée's abnormality made the night elf a little embarrassed. He looked at other people, and then at his fiancée, and whispered, "I don't remember the custom of men kneeling down, my dear."

This call completely aroused Falja's laughter. She held her stomach, and all the guests saw the abnormality of this most beautiful lady. A strange atmosphere surrounded the oath scene, and Falja's father blushed.

Regarding everything, the girl wiped her tears as if no one else was there.

"Sure enough, I still can't forget your face, haha, dear~ The marriage with the night elves, this must be a story that a lame dramatist can come up with after drinking bad ale and vomiting. Befriend night elves? Huh, and A slave owner in human skin who loves swords makes me sick even if I talk to them..." Falga looked around, his contemptuous eyes scanning the crowd, and anger and madness were brewing deep in those blue eyes.

"They're all acquaintances..."

"The mother who died of dystocia, the father who died of madness, the executed enemies and rebels, oh~ and my dear Enkata Vidal, you know why I am so impressed with you, just looking at your face Will your heart beat faster? Because your frightened face when you died is really the best work, um, like now..."

The ring of oath wrapped around the neck of the night elf like a poisonous snake, the thorns sucked blood, the fiancé's face was pale, he suffocated with his mouth wide open in vain, and the pure white dress fell into the soil.The land and plants bared their fangs with the will of the woman, and the wedding became a slaughterhouse. They screamed in vain, but they did not avoid the fate of being buried in the ground.

"Falja!!!" It was the parents who were torn by thorns, half of them buried in the ground, and their torn faces stared at the only elegant lady with resentment.

She was unmoved by it.

"They call me Shadow, they call me Nightmare, Moonlight, Heart of the Forest, Fairy Light, Lady Nature and Her Majesty..."

"I have allowed many titles, but you still call me by my name. Falja, this name that I hate and I can't give up."

"This is the end of my sweet dreams."

"And it's time for your nightmare to begin, worm."

(End of this chapter)