Shadow Covenant

Chapter 222 "The Past"

After the spirit of nature finished speaking, the huge Jingsong Forest suddenly ushered in the wind above the sky.

The cold mountain wind flowed down from the top of the mountain along the ridge, rattling the trees and plants along the way, and even the weeds less than an inch high were forced to bend over.

Looking at the direction in which the Spirit of Nature left, even an experienced old blacksmith couldn't help but mutter to himself.

What is this guy doing.

Woody, unperturbed, made a suggestion.

"If you are curious, you can follow and have a look."

He has already inferred the behavior of the spirit of nature in his heart. If there is no accident, he should go to meet its real owner this time—the wife of the lord buried in Jingsong Forest, who is also the one who created the spirit of nature. The caster, Aisha.

Cecil naturally didn't have the idea of ​​prying into other people's privacy, so he suppressed Donnie who wanted to do a prying, and said in his mouth.

"No need, it's not interesting to look at it in the past, and it doesn't matter to wait for him here."

"Having said that, this forest is really full of magic everywhere."

As a spellcaster, Cecil can naturally feel the difference in this forest, but the front is advancing cautiously, and he is not in the mood to make a fuss.

"I haven't been back here for a long time, and I feel that this place has changed a lot. If it wasn't for him, I probably wouldn't be able to recognize that this is Jingsong Forest."

Kafferman has not been to this sad place for decades, so his understanding of Jingsong Forest only existed when his wife disappeared a few decades ago. The difference between the town and the valley city.

The current Jingsong Forest is larger, and under the influence of magic, the types of trees and plants are gradually approaching a certain extreme, either extremely large, or possessing various strange and weird characteristics.

For example, stepping on grass that screams, and a tree that stares at you with two pairs of eyes, and vines that wriggle on their roots like snakes.

All of these are telling them that this forest is not simple.

Fortunately, with the guidance of the spirit of nature, Woody and the others avoided the most magical night.

Three o'clock in the afternoon is when the magic power is at a low point, so the troubles encountered on the road are at most just climbing up and down, with some hands and feet, and there is almost no need to worry about fighting situations.

But if it comes at night, it's hard to say, even if it can be solved, it will take a lot of effort, and there may be twists and turns.

This is something neither Cecil nor Woody wants to see.

Here, except that Kaverman is revisiting his old place, Woody is actually the same, but his feeling is completely different from Kaverman's, because he feels that Jingsong Forest has become smaller, or it is not as big as imagined.

But this is also normal. He came here about a year later. At that time, the Feathered Serpent had awakened, and the city of River Valley was as prosperous as a port city. How could it be as dead as before? There were not many people on the street in the early morning .

Woody remembers that the regional challenge level of Jingsong Forest in the previous life was about 10, which is the same level as the Lost Temple. Many players were persuaded to leave by the residents of the forest without even seeing the dungeon door. Basically, a team with an average level Only an adventurer team of about 10 can advance safely in the forest. Otherwise, some dangers can easily cause a team to die on the way.

But that was only the early stage of the dungeon. After the number of players increased, Jingsong Forest became a safe area. Creatures with a little risk awareness left the place of right and wrong long before the large army of players arrived. The diehards who were willing to leave, but they also disappeared in waves of players bulldozing.

To be honest, this method of players is always disadvantageous. Anyway, if they can't beat them, they will use the number of people, and at worst, they will be reincarnated.

Woody remembered that at that time, there was a trade union that specially trained a group of newly-introduced mage players in order to slay dragons or kill other large monsters. The purpose was to let them use the prepared Scroll of Fireball or other deadly attack.

Under this kind of suicide attack, no matter how difficult a monster is to deal with, it will become the player's RBQ in this endless torture. The strongest group of players at that time, their strategy has already touched the southern mountain range The awakened ancient red dragon, but when the progress of the strategy was not completed, the red comet came, and the players also knew that there is still a kind of despair in the world, called ancient evil.

There is no way to make up for the number of players. If it weren’t for the official cheating on the players at that time, they would not lose their level or equipment after death, and just restart. Woody would not dare to imagine that the players of "Holy One" would be killed and quit the game. How many.

After all, the increase in the number of deaths is also a burden on the human spirit, especially in games with a virtual degree of 90.00%.

……

The ridge was steep, but it was nothing to him.

The spirit of nature walked in the forest with ease, he had already forgotten how long he hadn't seen her.

A month or a year?
He is parasitic in Cohen's will, making him forget the flow of time for a while, so that all the past is still yesterday.

As he crossed the stream, he saw his own reflection, the man he hated most.

It is gloomy, with ugly eyebrows and eyes, not as wide as the ancient trees, nor as strong as the mountains, and bent like a dead rotten oak.

He tightly held the flowers in his hands, pursed his lips, and looked towards a certain direction in the endless green field in his vision. Now he felt that his inner emotions were like seeds waiting to germinate under the cracks in the rocks, which could break the ground anytime, anywhere out.

But soon enough.

He continued to move forward, and the vegetation in the forest gradually became thinner as he rose in height, and a point hidden among the many emerald greens also began to stand out. It was a simple platform independent of the mountain wall. Blending into one, because it is built with vines, like a huge bed, no soil, just the wanton growth of countless plants.

"I'm back to see you!"

He said silently in his heart, every step he took was extraordinarily solemn, as if a believer with faith was on a pilgrimage, his speed was very fast, and he arrived almost before his hair was disturbed by the sudden wind. destination.

The destination of Jingsong forest elves.

——"Floating Tomb."

Standing under the top of the mountain, overlooking the wilderness of all living beings.

This is the cemetery set up by the wood elves who lived in the Jingsong forest for a long time. Even though the wood elves have moved away from the Jingsong forest with the overflow of magic, their cemetery still exists in this ancient in the forest.

After boarding the floating island, the first thing that catches the eye is a long staircase and corridor made of plants, which divides the huge floating island into two areas, the upper floor and the lower floor.

He is now at the lower level, and various forms of creatures surrounded by plant roots are appearing vividly around him, such as bears, leopards, owls, apes...

These are modified with reference to the appearance of the animal companions of the elf rangers. The purpose is to allow their souls to return to the supreme elf kingdom, and their physical bones can also be guarded by their companions in life.

Ignoring these weird creatures, the spirit of nature walked straight to the nearest staircase, walked up the stairs, passed through the long corridor, and came to a spiral upward corridor.

On both sides of the corridor, there are various big trees with intertwined roots, and on the branches of the big trees, there are three or four, or five or six exquisite and small coffins, which have a sense of sight with many fruits. .

The funeral of the wood elves is not much different from that of humans, except that one likes to bury the coffin in the soil, and the other likes to hang the coffin on the tree. After all, according to the creation myth of the elves, the first batch of wood elves were born in the world. On the main branch of the tree Yugathira.

In addition to the coffin, there are the same number of huge leaves on the big tree. The leaves are engraved with dense elf language. He knows what it is, and Aisha mentioned this.

--"epitaph."

In the human kingdom, it has almost the same meaning as a tombstone.

Generally, what is written above is the relatives and friends of the deceased describing his deeds during his lifetime. Since Aisha is the creator, he can also understand Elvish.

They are all the same records, such as hunting big and big prey at a certain time and place, driving away powerful monsters, and learning a new musical instrument, or getting an arrow in an archery competition held in the forest. What number did you get.

The purpose of his trip was naturally not to see these, so he hardly stopped under a tree, and walked along the spiral corridor to the innermost part. The further he went, the more coffins hanging from the trees inside If there are fewer, the leaves will also become larger, and the recorded text will also increase.

He knew that what stood here were the coffins of noble people who had made contributions to the wood elves or the forest. He still remembered Aisha's joy when she explained to these people who left a lot of ink in the history of the wood elves.

"Anyway, telling you and telling him is the same, remember it well, this is the great sage who can eliminate a forest fire invisible, and is best at the way of nature among the druids..."

He felt that it was a very long afternoon, and he couldn't remember how many people. The only thing that made him remember deeply was the pair of eyes. When the pupils of the eyes are normal, they are emerald green with a little grassy yellow, and when they are angry, they will turn blue. Green, happy is blue-yellow.

Of course, no matter what kind of look, he read an emotion from it.

envious.

I envy that they are still accompanied by their clansmen after death, envy that they can enter the cemetery, envy that only the blood of elves flows on them...

Maybe other people didn't feel it, but he really felt Aisha, the...

The half-elf's death.

It's the kind of circle that no matter how hard you try, you can't fit into the circle you want to join. This is the case with elves, and it is still the case with humans.

Even he had privately heard many servants calling the lord's wife "pointy ears". Although there was no such disgusting title as bastard or freak, it was enough to see that the social status of half-elves was different in the two worlds. Neither are very popular.

This is why in essence, Cohen didn't give Aisha much, but she was willing to sacrifice herself to fulfill the entire Golden River Valley.

He could see clearly, but there was nothing he could do, and the only thing he could do was to give her the honor she deserved after death.

Unfortunately, she was never seen again.

As the pace quickened, the corridors on both sides receded rapidly until they reached the end and stopped in front of a cemetery that was independent of itself. This cemetery was very different from other trees hanging, but a large pile of vines stacked high It is tall, and there are no leaf epitaphs that are found in other cemeteries, but this place is more vibrant than other tombstones, and fresh flowers are blooming wantonly under the intertwined vines.

The reason is naturally that she has always liked flowers, so he planted flowers that bloom in all seasons here.

In this way, she shouldn't be alone, right?
No matter when and where, there are flowers for company.

According to the usual practice, he transplanted the fresh flowers he picked to Aisha's tombstone first. After finishing, he didn't stay idle, but took the time to trim some messy branches and lush weeds around the tombstone. .

After doing this, he knelt down beside the tombstone and started talking to himself.

"Cohen is dead, I killed him! I guess you will be very angry! After all, the last order you gave me before you died was to protect him."

There was a bit of guilt on the face of the spirit of nature, but there was no regret in his eyes.

"There's really no way. He's too bad. If this goes on, sooner or later, all the things you protect will be destroyed, and he has already forgotten about you."

As he said that, a cold look flashed across his eyes. The only thing he regretted was that he didn't strike earlier, so that the current Golden River Valley would not evolve into such a situation.

"He has been looking for candidates for a new wife for the past few years, but under my obstruction, he failed to find any. Hehe, I am amazing!"

Sometimes, he is extraordinarily mature, and other times, he is like a child who has not grown up.

But he also knew that he was like this only in front of her.

"By the way, I've already thought about it. Since he's dead, I don't need to continue a false life for him, so I plan to change my appearance back. It's no longer Cohen, but the name you gave me. "

The spirit of nature seemed to have made a decision. Although he was faced with an unanswerable coffin, he was still very serious and said to the tombstone word by word.

"Gillette, Gillette Green Valley."

"I'm starting a new life, a new life, under the name of Gillette Green Valley."

……

Naturally, Woody didn't know that the reason why he hadn't heard of Cohen's name in his last life was that it had been erased and replaced by this natural spirit named Gillette Green Valley.

What he thinks more in his mind now is to cooperate with his eyes to find the direction of the ascension ceremony.

Although he knows that there is a high probability that he will be able to enter the so-called demiplane during this trip.

But if there is a shortcut, who wants to take a detour.

(End of this chapter)