Age of Mysticism

  Hearing that Qingkong dared to challenge herself, Modesty smiled contemptuously: "According to the rules of the fierce battle song, you are not an elf of the Moonsong tribe, so you are not qualified to challenge me."

  Qing Kong smiled and said, "As long as I defeat all the warriors of the Moonsong Tribe, I will be qualified. To save time, let's come together."

  The icy wind dispelled the hot air, and icicles shot down from the sky like knives, and the sharp blades reflected the dazzling light. The elves did not expect that their opponents could control the weather. They quickly blocked the icicles with bows or weapons, but the icicles falling from the sky seemed endless.

   "Kill people first!" Modesty yelled, and the blade danced to draw a trail of flames in the air. Then the goshawk on the falconer's arm flapped its wings, and the strong airflow expanded to form a large whirlwind, engulfing the flame released by Modesty and steaming upwards.

  The fire blocked the falling ice, and all the elves drew their bows and arrows together to shoot a volley at the challenger. But they lost the location of the target, and the elf on the back of the camel disappeared at some point.

   When the elves were looking for the clear sky, suddenly an elf shouted: "She is behind us."

  The elves turned around collectively, and shot arrows together at the moment when they found the clear sky. The magic-activated arrows shot out at a speed far exceeding normal, and with the sound of piercing the air, they passed through Qingkong's body and shot the sand behind her into a hedgehog shape.

   Then the clear sky blurred and disappeared under their gaze.

   "She's on our left."

  The elves turned collectively and fired a salvo at the clear sky they found. But the effect is exactly the same as before, the arrow passes through Qingkong's body, and Qingkong disappears in the void.

"She's at…"

  When another elf found the clear sky, Modesty shouted: "We have been hit by an illusion, everyone dismounts and gathers at me, forming a defensive ring. Don't attack at random, be careful that you will hurt your own people!"

   Modesty noticed something strange, and used the fastest speed to gather all the tribal elves around her. The elves used horses to form a defensive circle on the outer layer. They used the tall horses as a cover, and pointed out with bows and arrows on guard.

  At this time, the elves discovered that the grassland that should have been outside had all disappeared, replaced by endless desert.

  The remains of the World Tree were still lying alone on the sand, and the invaders and their camel teams were out of sight.

   This is a very powerful illusion.

  The elves were a little uncertain about what kind of strong man they were facing.

Modesty didn't have the presumptuousness at the beginning, she forced herself to calm down from the panic, and kept reminding herself, "To create such a large illusion, it will inevitably lead to a huge consumption of energy. As long as you hold on and don't move around, you won't be caught." Under the influence of illusion, the illusion will soon dissipate."

  When Modesty reminded herself, she kept cheering up her companions.

   "Keep concentration, don't believe what you see or hear at will. Use your intuition to perceive your companions around you, believe in the fetters between the blood of the tribe, and don't be used by challengers.

   When the challenger runs out of energy, we win. "

  The elves trust Modesty, and each elf slows down their breathing and senses the outside world directly.

  But one hour passed, two hours passed...Under the scorching sun, some elves couldn't hold on.

   Modesty also couldn't help doubting her own judgment, how could the challenger have such a huge amount of energy to maintain this illusion. Since she has such a huge energy, why does she release the illusion to trap us?

  Direct attack can resolve this battle faster.

   "Falcon!"

   Modesty lost her patience and decided to take the initiative.

  The falconer raised his arm, and the goshawk soared into the sky. Modesty's eyes turned into golden eagle eyes, and she connected to the vision of the goshawk, overlooking the earth from the sky.

   Then he was horrified at what he saw.

  Desert, desert... the entire grassland has become a desert. Modesty controlled the goshawk to fly as high as possible and look as far away as possible, but there was still no green in the field of vision.

  The grass is gone, the animals are gone, the river is gone.

  The goshawk flew into the distance, but the scenery he saw did not change in any way. This means that the scope of this illusion is far beyond the scope of my cognition.

  Is this an illusion, or a fact that has already happened!

   Faced with everything she saw, Modesty was a little confused.

  At this time, Modesty saw a large piece of dry bones appearing in the sand, and she controlled the goshawk to fly over. Then she saw an elf standing in the middle of the dry bones, and as the distance got closer, she saw the appearance of an elf.

   That elf is me, I am surrounded by dead bones, and the World Tree ruins not far away disappeared without a trace...Suddenly, I raised my head in the dead bones, and when I looked at each other, Modesty felt that her spirit had been severely injured.

  Consciousness was forced to withdraw from Goshawk, and Modesty fell to her knees on the ground. She covered her face and couldn't help choking, not daring to look around her. She was afraid that all her companions were really dead, and only a circle of dead bones accompanied her.

  Afraid to see the grassland of the ancestors turned into a lifeless desert, leaving only myself alone.

   Modesty's spirit is on the verge of collapse.

  At this time, someone shouted loudly in her ear: "Patriarch, Patriarch, Modesty..."

   Modesty felt someone shaking her violently, and a trace of clarity in her mind dispelled the chaos.

   Then she found herself sitting on horseback, and the people around her were scrambling to deal with the countless icicles falling from the sky, as if what just happened was a short dream.

  And Qingkong was still sitting on the back of the camel, looking at herself with a meaningful smile, as if she had never moved.

What happened?

   Modesty has a little understanding, but she is still not sure.

   "Stop it, I have a question for you!"

  When the clear sky waved his hand, the icy shards scattered all over the sky into ice flowers. The ice on the ground melted, the water was quickly absorbed by the sand, and the hot wind blew in again.

   The elves didn't know what happened, but they all obeyed Modesty's order and stopped moving.

   Qing Kong said: "Welcome back!"

   Modesty was not as relaxed as Qingkong, she asked sharply: "What did you do to me?"

  Qing Kong replied: "I didn't do anything to you, I just acted as a medium to let you see the facts that World Tree wanted to tell you."

   "That's an illusion you created, don't try to confuse me!"

   "Do you think I have the ability to create such a large and real illusion? Illusion is similar to a dream, it is a pile of a large number of fragmented scenes, using mental hypnosis to trap the subject.

  The authenticity of the illusion is directly related to the spiritual power of the performer.

  You should be able to judge for yourself where what you see comes from. "

   Modesty looked at the nearby World Tree ruins, thinking about how she felt when she was immersed in the environment, especially when overlooking the earth from a high altitude...

  The loneliness, helplessness, desolation, despair, and...calls trying to get a response.

  At this time, Modesty discovered that those calling voices were not from her heart, but the voices she received in her heart.

   Is that the call of the World Tree?

   What kind of response does it want?

   Modesty looked at the clear sky, with countless questions in her eyes: "Who are you...?"

Qingkong said: "I am a ferocious war song, and I left my hometown with the fantasy of saving the World Tree and the grasslands of the ancestors. I have traveled the world and traveled to countless places, only to return here one day and make the World Tree recovery."

  Modesti's complexion changed drastically, and she asked in shock: "You, have you really found a way to revive the World Tree?"

   "I said I found it, do you believe it?"

"I!"

   Modesty didn't know how to answer.

  For a long time after the World Tree was burned down, the surviving tribes on the grasslands of the ancestors were trying their best to find a way to revive the World Tree. But all attempts will cause very serious damage to the World Tree ruins, until signs of desertification begin to appear around the World Tree ruins.

  The ferocious battle song stopped all actions that endangered the World Tree ruins, and separated the clansmen to establish tribes near all the World Tree ruins, using extreme methods to prevent the outside world from destroying the World Tree.

  The phenomenon of desertification is accelerating in recent years, and the speed of disappearance representing the last remaining power of World Tree is accelerating.

   It is already a foreseeable fact that the grassland of the ancestors turned back into a desert.

  But when Modesty saw the future scene with her own eyes, the piercing pain was still unbearable for her. If one's own protection is just to wait for that day to come, what's the point of everything?

  Now a strange fellow of the same race actually said...she can revive the World Tree.

  Should I believe it?

  The consequences of failure, will that scene come faster?

  Modesti pondered for a long time and said: "I can't make the decision, I can take you to the World Tree Lord ruins, and the priests with fierce war songs will make the final decision."

  Whoever thought Qingkong said: "I'm not asking for your opinion. The challenge to the patriarch of the Yueyong tribe is not over yet. Do you admit defeat or continue fighting with me?"

  Modesti did not expect Qingkong to still miss her position as patriarch, she asked: "Is the position of patriarch important to the recovery of World Tree?"

   Qing Kong replied: "If I go to the main ruins like this, do you think the priests will believe me?

  I need to prove my ability with the ruins here. In order not to be disturbed, I must have absolute control over this place, and there must be no interference in the whole process.

   Obey me!

   I still hit you until you obey!

   Answer now! "

  Fierce battle song, the fist is the boss, the patriarch relies on force to rise to power, and has absolute control over the tribe. Therefore, the ferocious battle song is more aggressive and ruthless than ordinary grassland elves, and its individual strength is naturally stronger.

  Facing the challenge from the clear sky, Modesty burst out with a fighting spirit.

   "I allow you to challenge me alone, my people will not help me, but you are not allowed to use illusion, and use a knife to confront me in a serious manner.

  If you win, you are the leader of the fierce Warsong Moonsong tribe. "

   "Okay, let's fight in a fierce battle song."

  Qing Kong jumped down from the back of the camel, holding two knives in his hands, a layer of ice blades formed on the starry blades.

  Modesti made her companions retreat, and then jumped off the horse, with a scimitar attached to a layer of burning flames. She looked at the clear sky, and her golden eyes became eagle eyes to share the vision of the goshawk in the sky. Then Modesty stretched out her left hand and pointed towards the clear sky, sparks swayed from the tip of the fist blade.

"come!"

   Modesty invited her to fight, but Qing Kong was not polite to her. The soft sand was frozen under her feet, and after exerting her strength, the frozen sand was scattered everywhere. The figure sprinted forward, rushed in front of Modesty in two steps, and slashed towards Modesty with an ice blade from the ice wheel in her hand.

  The explosive power of the ferocious war song is very strong, so although Modesty was a little surprised at such a quick approach in the face of the clear sky, she was able to deal with it calmly. The blade in her hand pierced the air, and a huge blade of fire, like a single wing of a bird, slammed into the ice blade with the sound of hunting.

  The collision of ice and fire caused a violent explosion, and the impact of the airflow raised sand and dust to cover the entire sky and the sight of the two fighting elves.

  Hawkeye provided Modesti with supplementary vision. She captured the figure in the clear sky in the sand and dust, stretched out her hand to condense the sand and dust into a huge lion claw, and patted the clear sky.

  The clear sky with the eyes of ice crystals can also see Modesty's movements clearly. She raised her hand and smashed the lion's claws with the ice wheel, her figure disappeared in a flash, and appeared beside Modesty in a flash.

   Without waiting for Clear Sky to make an attack, fire erupted from Modesty's feet. The high temperature instantly melted the sand grains, and the magma formed a tide to cover the clear sky.

  At the same time, the scimitar pulled Yanyi and cut it from the middle, breaking through the magma tide and sweeping the lava particles into the clear sky.

   It's tough!

  Qing Kong found that she was a little overwhelmed by using level 60 to deal with Modesty. After all, she is the head of the fierce Warsong and Moonsong tribe, so she still needs to deal with it seriously.

   Facing the oncoming magma tide and flame wings, Qingkong did not dodge, but pushed her level up to level 80.

  The strength suddenly soared.

  The cold wave formed an extremely cold mist and pushed forward, like blowing out a candle, extinguishing the soaring flame wings. Going forward, the rising magma is cooled into a crisp glazed wall.

  Qing Kong stepped forward and smashed the glazed wall to pieces, revealing Modesty's somewhat surprised face behind the wall.

   Be silly!

  Back then I crushed the flames of the horned demon giant tree, so your strength is no match for him.

   At that time, to kill a giant tree, you needed to adjust the level to 100. Now, although 60 is too much, but 80 is enough!

   Qingkong, whose strength has skyrocketed, has an even more ghostly figure. The burst of speed and the movement in space made it impossible for Modesty to capture her position even with Hawkeye. The practice at Oulu Academy allowed Qingkong to display her strength more efficiently, and the extremely cold air suppressed Modesty's fire so much that she could only make a squeak.

  Facing the continuous oppressive attack, Modesty's hands were too cold to grasp the handle of the knife, and the knife in her hand was knocked away by Qingkong's blow.

   Modesty's knife flew more than ten meters in the air and stuck in the sand.

  Clear Sky's knife rested on Modesty's neck, the ice layer disappeared, and the light on the blade was as bright as a star.

   "I won!" Qing Kong retracted his saber, and sheathed both sabers.

  The defeated Modesty simply knelt on one knee: "The ferocious Warsong Moonsong Tribe Modesty was defeated, and after the ferocious Warsong Clear Sky, she will be the patriarch of the Moonsong Tribe."

  The other elf warriors of the Moonsong tribe knelt on one knee around the clear sky.

   "Patriarch Clear Sky!"