Three Philosophical Questions for Travelers

Aozhuolan led everyone through the bronze forest. She said to Isrit: "These trees are actually tree elves. Wood will rot, but metal can last for a long time. Tree elves tried to transform themselves at the end of civilization. metallization of the race, to fight against the apocalypse, but..." She glanced at a bronze tree next to it, which had lifelike leaves, branches and tree holes, especially the tree hole, which looked like a crying human face .Isrit shuddered.

"But it's not enough to help the tree elves escape the mass extinction. What we see now may be the last tree elves."

Estelle looked at the bronze trees spanning thousands of years and asked, "Are they still alive?"

"Alive."

"Alive?" Isrit asked in surprise, "Then they..."

"They're just sleeping," said Uldralan. "The last tree elves are sleeping, waiting for the time to wake up."

Isrit asked: "When will they... wake up?"

Ultralan said: "Wait for the next mass extinction to come and you will wake up." At this time Ultralan's first disciple, Sea Blue Witch shouted: "I am afraid it is the nearest! I think the mass extinction is just a matter of these few years. "

Isrit was stunned for a moment, and asked, "What are they going to do when they wake up?"

"For the battle." Aozhulan stepped on a pile of fallen bronze tree leaves, making a sound of metal rubbing under his feet, "every destroyed civilization will leave their traces, and these traces will help the next civilization fight the mass extinction. What you see These metal trees are actually not the magic of the tree elves, but the murlocs. After the murloc civilization perished, they left the most essential part of their civilization, hoping to help future generations. The murloc civilization will use water to manipulate metal Elements, they left this magic in the ruins, the tree elves dug the ruins and learned to control metal..."

"It's like a witch digging up the remains of tree elves to learn witchcraft!" said the witch in animal skin. "What we have done has been done before."

Ultralan nodded and said, "Yes. Just as the murlocs left their knowledge to help the tree elves, the tree elves also left their seeds to help us. Otherwise, there would be no academics, liberals, and druids today. They hope to use this form to help us escape mass extinction..." Aldralan sighed, "But we haven't grasped all this yet."

Standing in the woods, Isrit suddenly felt the perseverance and determination of the ancient civilization.She seemed to see the once brilliant Shuren civilization, she saw the towering tree, and heard the muffled sound of tree roots squeezing the soil...

The treant who invented the star-moon magic must be a wise scholar, otherwise these rooted creatures would not be able to control the starry sky.

The treants who invented liberal magic must have been brave, romantic adventurers who cut off their roots and turned into birds and fish.

The inventor of druid magic must love nature the most, love their hometown, their motherland, and their world...

Today we feel the souls of the predecessors and read the knowledge of the predecessors, and we will encounter the same disaster.

This is a reincarnation that has never changed for thousands of years. The ancestors have passed away, and now it is our turn to challenge the world.

The tree elves are great civilizations and unyielding warriors, Isrit thought to himself, even if the race is extinct, they still leave the last bit of fire.These people have been sleeping for thousands of years, just to challenge that invincible god again...

So is it the same for the ogre?What is the purpose of those ancient demon refiners who have been sleeping until now?Should it continue to bring killing and destruction, or join hands with people from the new age to fight against mass extinction?

Standing under the gray sky, she suddenly had a sense of sacred mission.

Isrit stopped in front of a bronze tree with its fangs and claws, and then saluted.Ultralan stopped to wait for her, and when she finished her salute, the silver-haired witch said with a smile: "They are indeed worthy of respect, but if you want to worship, you should go to someone else."

"Who are you looking for?"

"It." Ultrablue pointed to the sky with a slanted hand.

Estelle looked along where she was pointing, and she vaguely saw something outside the gray haze.It seems to be a mountain, or a dark cloud in the sky, or the sea turned upside down, appearing in the sky...

The more Isrit imagined, the more shocked she felt, and she couldn't wait to look into the distance.Her vision soared like a bird, her eyes flew out of the bronze forest, out of the haze, out of the sky, out of the sky... But she still couldn't see the true face of the giant god clearly.

At this time, a gust of wind blew from the sky, and the haze dissipated.

I saw a giant green paulownia tree straight into the sky.

If the sky can hang but not collapse, it must take the greatest credit.

There were no words in Isrit's mind to describe such a huge thing—the size of the tree was beyond her vision.

Just one leaf is enough to hold a house; one branch is enough to hold a city; the width of the trunk is enough to hold a hundred castles.

At this moment Ultralan said loudly: "This is the capital of the tree elves, Pantoras! According to the literature, there were once [-] million elves living here. There are squares, temples, hospitals, schools, castles, shops, taverns, farms, parks... …everything imaginable is in the pan trust.”

Isrit also became excited, and her mood was suppressed for several months, but this spectacle made her forget her pain.Now she just wants to rush into that big tree and appreciate the magnificence of ancient civilization.She was fascinated by watching, and she was stunned for several seconds before she noticed that Aozhuolan was looking at her.

The silver-haired witch smiled like a mother, and said to Estherite: "Estherite, I was more excited than you when I first came here. At that time, I was a young apprentice, and I screamed loudly and jumped for joy... ’ she laughed, ‘but you won’t be laughing in a minute—come with me.’

Estelle didn't know what she meant, which made her a little nervous.

The witches walked towards the ancient city of the tree elves like mourners, and Isrit swallowed her saliva and followed them.

She suddenly had an idea: this is not a great city, but a great corpse.

As the cold wind blew by, the bronze giant groaned in pain.

Isrit and the Bronze Tree, II

Isrit and the Bronze Tree, II

Wangshan ran the dead horse.

Isrit thought she was at the foot of the giant tree, but she didn't expect that they walked for half an hour before arriving.The air gets warmer the further you go in. Ao Zhuolan told her: "The tree elf's temperature control circle is still working automatically, and it's like spring here all the year round."

But what's the use of being like spring all the year round?Do Bronze Trees Need Heat?Estelle looked around, and saw that there was no life, and no living things could be seen.

A huge bronze cemetery.

There is a flowing bronze door every [-] meters under the trunk of the bronze tree.The bronze liquid flowed down like a waterfall, forming a water curtain door.Ultralan walked directly through the copper liquid and walked into the door, and the other witches followed. Isrit had seen too many strange things, so she got used to it and walked into the door.

The water curtain door did not leave any marks on her body, not even a drop of copper liquid.

Inside the gate is an ancient city of elves.

Tree elves use their own bodies to build houses, and their craftsmanship in wooden construction is the pinnacle.The tree elves made the building into a square shape different from their own, and mostly decorated it with bird-wing-like roofs.Estherite saw rows of bronze houses. These houses seemed to be arranged in an arc, surrounded by circles, and the bigger they went in... Essriter could only see so much. She longed to go in and see, but the witches did not enter the city.

Not far away, there was a huge bronze platform that could accommodate a hundred people. Alzhulan led the witches to it, and then began to chant the spell of the tree elves.Estelle had never learned this spell before, so she subconsciously recited it silently.

At this time the bronze platform began to rise.There was the sound of mechanical friction and surging of liquid in the liquid and in the walls, and she also smelled a greasy smell.Isrit believes that this is a composite device of magic and machinery, but she still doesn't know the principle.

Isrit was pushed into the air by the platform, feeling the wind blowing from above.At this time, she looked down and was pleasantly surprised to find that she could overlook the entire city from here.

Yisrit found that the tree elves' urban planning was round and spiraling, and the houses were built round after round, with each round getting taller.These houses are surrounded by a central statue built in the pool like stars holding the moon. They are three huge toads, they face three directions, their mouths are open, and they seem to be screaming.

Oh, that's a fountain, Isrit thought, a fountain that looks like a toad, and water will come out of the toad's mouth.In this way, the water from the fountain will flow along the streets of Spiral City, nourishing the entire city like spring dew nourishing the forest?

Isrit looked at the spiral city and imagined how it worked: Thousands of years ago, there might have been many tree elves living here.Every morning, noon and evening, the huge fountain in the center will spray water, and the water will overflow into the streets, stairs, buildings and every crevice of the city.Tree elves don't mind getting wet, and they drink as often as we breathe.

When the water is sprayed, children will wash around the fountain, adults will bathe quietly, and the elderly will pray here to thank the god of water.If tree elves also have nobles, then they will definitely live in the place closest to the fountain and enjoy the freshest and cleanest water, then wealthy businessmen live in the second ring and drink the second-grade water, ordinary people live in the third ring, And the slaves... oh, there must be no slaves in the world of the tree elves.

After drinking the water in the morning, they will be full of energy to start the day's work.Workers will repair houses, cleaners will clean fountains, farmers... tree elves only need light and water to survive, and farmers don't need to farm.Oh, and the farmers just want to "plant water", they fill the fountains, sell water to every household...

The owner of the hotel must buy the most water!He must be a tree-man with sweet fruit, and his wife a vine, and they make juice and wine from their fruit.They make money off of this.Whenever there is a festival, they will pour barrels of wine into the fountain, and drink and carnival with the whole city...

At noon, the elves also take a rest after drinking water. They will choose the place with the best sun, insert their roots into the soil, and sleep standing up in the sun.Of course there are some hard-working people who are still working, like... like wizards?The wizard will use magic to expel the dark clouds, so that everyone can have sunshine; if the weather is too dry, he will call the clouds back and give everyone a heavy rain like honey.

Life in the afternoon should be leisurely, people can do some things they like.Such as carving, planting flowers or playing a game of "Tree People Chess".Sunbathing is a good choice, and of course drinking some wine is also good.

At night, the last of the water lulls the Treants to sleep.

The Ents must go to bed earlier than us, but there are also some who live at night, such as those masters who study the magic of the stars and the moon.The forest at night has its own mysteries. Young elves will invite fireflies to be their guides, and then go on an adventure in the forest.The grown-ups will warn them in dire tones: Never leave the jungle!Don't even go where there is no water!There are man-eating monsters out there that will eat you till the leaves are left.Of course, there are no monsters, the adults are just afraid that they will get lost, find no water, and die in the wilderness.

Just as she was immersed in fantasy, the bronze platform rose to the second floor of the Pantoras. The second floor was built in the air, and it was a huge platform supported by water mist and seven bronze balls.

It can accommodate tens of thousands of mu of fertile land, and it is indeed a piece of fertile soil.It was a black land, exuding the fragrance of the soil, but nothing grew here, it was just a piece of pitch-black land, which made people feel chills when looking at it.

Isrit asked Ultraland, "What is this place?"

"The graveyard," she said.

Estelle was stunned for a moment, and asked, "Why is the cemetery built at such a high place? Shouldn't the tomb be buried underground?"

Aozhulan explained: "The tree people are different from us. Their roots draw water from the ground, and if their souls are buried in the ground, they will have no peace. And the tree people worship the sky, and they hope to entrust their souls to the sky. In Pantoras Here, there will always be one layer of cities and one layer of tombs; one layer of cities and one layer of tombs. Although the tree people don't set up tombstones, they attach great importance to this matter. The corpses of the tree elves will dissolve in the soil and give the land magic power. These burial soils are an important source of magical energy for tree elves."

Isrit asked: "Can we use this magic power?"

"Theoretically it could, but we haven't worked out how to use it yet," Odroland said.

The bronze platform rose slowly, and they waited like this for about half an hour, passing through five cities and five tombs, and finally came to the second floor of Pantoras: the eighteenth fork.

"We'll be there soon." Ultralan said, "Passing through the tree branch to the east is where the ancient gods are sealed."

Author's message:

ps: Due to economic reasons, I will write a part-time manuscript this month.So the update is changed to 2000 per day, and the update is stopped on weekends.

I have to do this part-time job, I need the money to eat.The fee for the three questions of philosophy is very small, which is no longer enough to maintain life.It's not that I stopped writing because I was fishing, but I was really hungry and couldn't write anymore.

The price of manuscripts on the part-time job side is four or five times that of this side. Short articles make quick money, and if you make money, just slip away

The part-time job money is enough for me to live for a while, so I will come back to write this loss-making business w after I finish the part-time job (about next month, September at the latest, during this period I will not stop updating, but I will write less.)

When life can't go on any longer, I'll go back to work part-time.

Hmm... just use part-time jobs to support this book.

I hope you can understand, thank you w

Isrit and the Bronze Tree, III

Isrit and the Bronze Tree, III

In front of her is the eighteen forks at the three-dimensional intersection, and the nine wide waterways correspond to the eighteen exits.The witches stood on the waterway as if they were standing on flat ground, and the moving water pushed them forward.Soon they left the main trunk of Pantoras and came to the east exit.When walking outside, there are branches and leaves.

This waterway is like the blood vessel of the Pantoras, which transports nutrients to the branches and leaves of the big tree.

The witch got out of the tree trunk, and continued to move forward by riding the water channel on the branch. This water channel transports people faster than a horse-drawn carriage, which is very convenient.Isrit thought to herself: Did the tree elves travel in this way back then?Walking on the water is really amazing magic.

The waterway spiraled up, and they walked higher and higher. Along the way, Isrit saw countless bronze reliefs, which recorded the historical stories and myths of the tree elves.She couldn't fully understand the text, but she could still understand a little with the pictures.It probably talks about how the tree elves were created by the Creator God, how they changed from trees to elves, how they multiplied, and how they prospered... It also records their great men, their great deeds, etc... Although it is only a short glance, But these ancient stories are enough to make Isrit feel refreshed.

Isrit has seen five cities and seen the magnificence and greatness of the tree elf civilization.She thought that the scenery that followed would amaze her, but she later found out that she was wrong.

The witches stopped before a withered leaf.

This leaf is right in the center of the canopy. If Pantoras is a person, then this leaf is his forehead.This leaf seems to have been bitten by silkworms in summer, and experienced a cold autumn, and almost withered, only the outline and meridians remain.However, this leaf is bigger than a village, and those incomplete parts are enough for Esrit and the others to walk.So the witches walked onto the leaf, and Ultralan pointed to a statue at the end of the leaf and said, "That's the seal of the ancient god of the tree elves."

Estelle couldn't see the appearance of the thing clearly, because the statue was piled there like a lump of mud.This was different from the beautiful sculptures she had seen before, and she felt a faint sense of fear.

As she walked forward, she smelled a stench of blood, and then her vision began to blur, and faint screams came from her ears.At that moment Ultralan grabbed her by the shoulders and said to her, "Isrit, don't keep staring at it."

Estherite nodded and asked, "Teacher, what is this?"

"The seal of the ancient god... a tainted seal." Aldrom explained to her, "We come here every year to maintain the seal, to ensure that the ancient god of the tree elves can continue to sleep peacefully." She said and walked forward, the witch They also follow behind.Isrit stepped on the remaining leaves carefully, and there was an abyss under her feet. If she was not careful, she would die.

They came to the statue, and Estelle saw that it was a tree man more than five meters high.There are seven lifelike heads on its trunk, which are old people, children, men, women, birds, fish and a dragon.Every face has its eyes closed, as if in deep sleep.The rest of its body was covered in blood, sticky, dark red plasma.The pungent smell that Eastrit smelled before came from here.

At the feet of the tree man, there were more than a dozen dolls the size of dwarves.These dolls can't tell what kind of material they are made of, they look like wax figures, and some of them look like dried corpses.They kneeled neatly at the feet of the tree man, entwined by tree vines, and their bodies merged with the tree man.Staring at the dolls, Estelle felt a wave of spiritual power.The power was terrifying, and it gave her goosebumps all over her body.

Isrit asked her mentor, "Is the seal like this from the beginning? What happened here?"

"Of course not!" A sharp voice sounded, and Estherite followed the sound, and saw a dwarf-like witch, "Which shrine have you seen like this?"

Ultralan continued: "Yes, it wasn't like that at the beginning. The blood you saw was the curse of a fierce demon, and the voodoo doll you saw was actually a sacrificial witch." At this point, Ultralan sighed , She clasped her hands together and bowed to the statue, "The ominous demon has always wanted to break the seal of the ancient tree elf god, and we have been trying to stop this ominous demon."

Isrit asked: "There has always been a fierce demon here? How long has it been?"

"It's been at least 100 years." Aozhulan said a terrible number, "Academic witches of all ages have been fighting wits and courage with this fierce monster, and sacrificed many people for it. We must not let it succeed, Once the seal of the ancient god is broken, then we will usher in a catastrophe."

Isrit stared at the tree man statue and asked, "Is the ancient god of the tree elves... evil? So we have to seal him forever?"

Ultralan picked up a voodoo doll and gazed sadly into its face. "The purpose of sealing it is to protect it," Aldrom said. "The ancient god of the tree elves will be resurrected at the right time, so as to help mankind survive the mass extinction. But the evil spirit has always wanted to break the seal and kill it. We must not Let this happen."

That's the case, Estherite nodded.She looked at the tall tree man, and then bowed like Ultramaran.

Ultralan said: "What we have to do is to cleanse these blasphemous things, and strengthen the seal of the ancient god so that it can continue to sleep peacefully—Isrit, follow my orders next."

Estelle still didn't understand the cause and effect of the matter, but she didn't need to understand it all.Then she just had to do it.

So the witches stood in a circle around the statue under the command of Ultralan, and each took out the magic weapon in their hands.At this time Ultralan began to chant the scriptures.When reading about ten lines, Aozhuolan's silver hair stood up in the sky, as if a person's hair was floating in the water.At this time, there was a smell of sea water in the air.Then Ao Zhulan said: "I read a sentence, and you learn a sentence."

Everyone nodded, and at this time Aozhuolan said: "Alian Hina, Wilhana, the goddess of Xingyue, we..."

"Wait!" suddenly a witch shouted.

Ultralan had to stop chanting, and she asked loudly, "What's wrong?"

The witch said, "Someone came here not long ago! I felt other magic powers."

Uldralan walked over, closing the curtain and concentrating, and then she sniffled and said, "Well, I smell the ogre, not the one we've been tracking, like other ogres."

The witches were in an uproar, and the bearded witch asked, "Then should we continue casting spells?"

Aozhuolan pondered, she looked up at the sky, then at the statue, and finally touched the back of her hand. "It must be done!" she said decisively. "Today is the best day. If it is tomorrow, the tide of magic in my body will fall into a trough. Get ready to fight, my students! If the evil spirits come, we will fight with you!" It fights to the death!"

People shouted loudly, but Isrit felt a wave of fear.She touched her swollen belly and thought to herself: Please!But don't go wrong!

Isrit and the Bronze Tree, [-]