Evetrona's old stories

Unknowingly, it was evening. After feeding the animals in a hurry, Streiki sat back in her seat and said, "Since we are talking about ugliness and beauty, why don't I tell a story as well."

Seeing that everyone was ready, she continued: "The story begins: there once was a village where all the humans were handsome and kind-hearted—I think you can imagine them as a group of Xuemo people or elves or something—one day, the villagers picked up a baby in the wild, so they decided to take the poor child back to raise them.

When Stricky told the story, she was very dedicated—seeing her expressive voice, it seemed more interesting than the story itself.

"Imagine, among a group of handsome men and beautiful women, a strange guy suddenly sneaked in." Stricky looked at Hadra intentionally, and she continued: "But these villagers are very kind, and they don't want to judge people by their appearance, so life continues like this, but as this child grows up, his appearance becomes more and more ugly-so ugly that you can jump! But even so, the villagers still tolerated him. They put away all the mirrors, covered those reflective things, or polished them rough , and even had to fill up all the puddles they could see after it rained... So this child never realized how ugly he was, and he thought he was as beautiful as those villagers. Because of this, his character was lively and cheerful... But a lie is a lie after all, and one day it will be seen through. Once, a stranger came to the village. The villagers helped him to the guest room, but the stranger insisted on leaving—because he was well-informed and recognized the child’s identity at a glance. It turned out that this ugly guy was not a human being, but a jungle spirit known for eating people. After the stranger left, the villagers were a little scared, but they were such a kind group of people, so they decided to hide this matter. However—although they didn’t say anything, the ugly boy had vaguely sensed something from the behavior of the stranger—so one day, he ran to a remote village Far away by the lake, I finally saw what I looked like. The ugly boy was startled by his disgusting appearance, and he shouted: 'Ugly! It's so ugly!'——He sat by the lake for a whole day, but in the end he still had to accept the reality."

At this point in the story, Eve and Erinde glanced at each other, and then secretly laughed——Stridge's tone was too exaggerated.

"The ugly boy returned to the village very frustrated. Because he disappeared for a whole day, the villagers were a little worried, so they all came up to him and asked him where he went with concern. Looking at these beautiful humans, the ugly boy felt inferior and embarrassed. Tired, he felt that these people must be very hypocritical - he was so ugly, and they could endure it for so many years, if it were him, he would definitely not be able to bear it for a moment, so what is this hypocrisy?" Stricky seemed to have brought herself into the role of this monster, so she became more and more excited when she spoke, "Since the ugly child saw his ugly appearance, the world seems to have changed. He feels that others look at him, that is Laughing at him, talking to him is sarcasm, and he regrets why he didn't realize this earlier—there is no good person in this world, and everyone has evil thoughts towards him. Finally, the ugly boy couldn't take it anymore, and he Hating the care of the villagers and hating his appearance, he finally turned into a forest spirit, killed the first villager, peeled off his face, stuck the bloody thing on his face, and I was ecstatic because of this, thinking that I could finally become beautiful. However, in the eyes of other villagers, the ugly boy was not only ugly... but became scary. Seeing the reactions of the villagers, the ugly boy also realized something, He found a mirror, and saw his eerie face in the mirror. He was surprised and angry, but then he laughed again. He went crazy, slaughtered the village, and peeled off the faces of the villagers one by one. He put it on his face, but still none of them were suitable, so he left the village and went to a farther place, just to continue looking for the beautiful face that suits him..." Stricky threatened Children, "It is said that... this monster is still alive. He can see the most beautiful child in the crowd at a glance, and then cut off her face with a 'click' sound."

The children listening to the story were really frightened. They huddled together and screamed like begging for mercy.

So Streiki laughed.

It was getting dark, and Eve felt a chill down her back, and she couldn't help shivering—she thought, Streiki is really bad.

［219］Rebirth under withering: One of the ancient dreams·Part [-]

The rain never stopped, just like fate never gave him a chance to breathe.

Nasdor looked at the stranger in front of him with deathly numbness in his expression.Bodyguards, archers, and poets—their bodies soaked in the muddy ground, and they slept forever.

After a short respite, Nasdur charged forward again, fighting with this mysterious warrior.

This is a dangerous swamp, a place where no one dares to set foot, but tonight, it is very lively here, with swords clashing and ringing in the rain, lightning sometimes illuminates the sky, reflecting two pale faces that hate each other face, and the dragons watching the battle around.

Lightning, flames, ice cones and air blades... Their moves are endless-the rain is evaporating, the swamp is turning into scorched earth, while the blood is burning, the fog is filling the frozen blade, and the voice of the cry is becoming more and more hoarse.

Dragons are gathering here—hundreds of dragons, not galloping dragons, nor dragons, but real dragons.They landed here one after another, in a dense mass of darkness, their huge shadows covered the trees, turning this place into a gloomy black forest.

Nasdor was shocked by this, but at this moment he had to concentrate to deal with this weird duel.

The opponent was a young man with a stern face and superb skills-he seemed to never make mistakes.When fighting him, Nasdur didn't even think he had a chance of winning.

The young man took half a step back, and Nasdor was finally able to breathe for a moment.

"You are better than Harvey back then." The young man said suddenly.

"what?"

"Ten years ago Harvey was not as good as you." The young man said, "But I think it will be difficult for you to improve."

Nasdor panted heavily, and said, "Then what about you, who are you?"

The nobleman raised his head and looked at the dragon behind the young man—it was a huge proto-dragon, his battle armor consisted of thousands of black cone scales, and his deep breathing seemed to spread terror.He is the king of dragons, the most powerful existence Nasdor has ever seen in his life.

Earlier, at dusk, Nasdor looked up at the black-scaled dragon that descended in front of him, and the shock in his heart couldn't be overstated. He could only feel his legs trembling—even if he faced the enemy alone He has never had such a gaffe.He and his entourage raised their weapons and rushed towards the dragon, intending to end their journey with this, but the dragon did not let him do so.

At that time, Nasdor felt as if he had passed through an oncoming breeze, and a strange fear stroked his whole body, making his hair stand on end.He stopped unconsciously, and the next moment, the followers around him had fallen into a pool of blood, and there was no sound in an instant.The dragon looked down at the tiny creature in front of him and said, "There are always people who want death from me, one after another."

"I'm here to take your head." Nasdor said something that even he himself didn't believe.

"Is the momentary satisfaction of death the same as eternal satisfaction?" Long said, "The death you are pursuing may not be worth mentioning."

"I'm just looking for a relief."

"Because you are in pain?" Long raised his head and let out a thunderous muffled sound, as if mocking, "The dying beasts will only seek the old tree to rely on, but you are thinking about what kind of death is more worthwhile— —what is noble and what is stupid?"

Nasdor said nothing about this.

"Compared to me, maybe someone is more suitable to be your opponent." Long said again, "A duel, let's see your value - if you win, I will give you the power to conquer the world, if you lose, That is still as you wish, and you will die on the spot."

"With whom?" Nastor asked him.

The dragon didn't answer, but behind Nasdur, there was the sound of a sharp sword being unsheathed.

The rain gradually became heavier. From sunset to night, Nasdur fought this mysterious young man, almost forgetting the time.

Everything in the past is like a dream, it was an exciting journey - a child, wrapped in fate and rolling forward, he saw the world clearly with his sharp single eye, he had a great heart, The sword is a companion, and the battle is endless, but pain and betrayal are accompanied by life.Knife and sword, icy cold light... Death walked side by side with him, so he woke up, but immediately went to endless sleep.The revived fire of desire was slowly extinguished due to the unreachable gap in strength. They looked at each other in the rain, their hearts beating non-stop.

Nasdor waited for the other party's answer—who is he?

"He was born in a dream." The young man replied.

Black horns protruded from the top of his head, his eyes glowed faintly with gold, his shoulders broadened, his body grew tall, and his long, scaly tail trailed like a snake—a spine as hard as a the edges and corners.

Before Nasdor could be surprised, he felt a throbbing pain in his chest—the young man's sword pierced his heart, and this happened only in an instant.

For a dying person, is the process of death long or short?Will the god of death give him enough time to recall his short life?These things may only be known to Nasdor himself.

In a word, the noble man fell, his breast soaked with blood, and thus his life was over.

After finishing Nasdor, the young man returned to his previous appearance. He tore off his tattered robe, held his sword and walked towards the followers of the noble one—they were lying in the muddy water.

The corpses of the archers and bodyguards had already been thoroughly cooled, and the young man's target was the poet named Opphys, who was lying on the ground with his head tilted to one side.

The young man kicked him on the head and said, "Okay, don't pretend to be asleep, unless you really want to stay awake."

Oppheus slowly opened his eyes and sat up from the rain. He looked at the young man and blinked innocently.

"What... do you want?" he asked.

The young man didn't answer, but looked at the dragon behind him.

Lightning flashed across the night sky, illuminating the damp field, and Opphis noticed that there were actually a group of dragons hidden in the darkness...so many.Seeing their evil eyes, the poet shivered, and then felt a sudden warmth under his body—he was incontinent, but fortunately, it was raining and the night was so dark, so it was not that unbearable.

The black-scaled proto-dragon said, "I can see your soul—you are different from them, you don't actually want to die."

The poet swallowed hard, and tremblingly said: "You... Your honorable dragon... Lord Long-I am not a hero like them, I just walk with heroes... I am just a small person."

"Don't be nervous, I won't be angry because of your thoughts." Long said, "The so-called nobility of you humans, in my opinion, is just some people who have more power to speak and ask others to be like them, but why do you Want to pay more than others? I have no ill feeling towards you, and you are a slave coerced by them, so I decided to let you live...you can go now."

"Really...really?" Opfeis was ecstatic.

The dragon didn't answer, and the poet looked at the young man in front of him again—Oppheus stood up and looked at him flatteringly, "I...can I really go now?" he asked.

The young man looked at him with a half-smile.

The rain stopped, the dark clouds cleared away, and the brilliance of the two moons spread all over the field. The Proto-Dragon spread its wings and flew into the clear night sky. Behind him, the silent descendants of the Holy Spirit also circled and left here one after another.Under the moonlight, their huge shadows flitted across the jungle, and insects, birds and beasts felt the breath of these Lords of the World, and all was silent.

"Lucky guy." The young man flipped his palm, and the sword in his hand disappeared into his storage.Under the moonlight, an ancient copper coin was hanging on his strong chest, which was very eye-catching.

The young man arched his body slightly, gray-black wings stretched out from his blades, and the wind also changed direction at this moment. He curled up the long tail of the dragon and leaped high into the air. He flew away with terrified eyes.

The mist filled the wetland, and the poet recovered from the shock, and then he suddenly remembered something, and the ecstasy and enthusiasm that could not be concealed appeared in his eyes.He rolled and crawled, crossed the deep and shallow mud pits, ran to Nasdor's side, and frantically searched for his corpse...

Under the moonlight, the group of dragons were flying southward, heading deeper into the swamp. They were not flying fast, as if they were patrolling this vast uninhabited land—their territory.

The young man quickly caught up. He landed on the back of the Proto-Dragon, and then stepped on the hard cone scales and jumped to the top of his head.

"Nori, you let him go." The young man said to the proto-dragon—his voice was dull, communicating with the other party in dragon language.

"When the time comes, there's no need to hide," said the proto-dragon named Norrath. "The ice and snow in the north are melting. It's time to free Ratonafran."

"Can I get out of here?" The young man looked very happy, "Where do you want me to go?"

"Keep heading north, don't let anyone find your trail, and don't reveal your true identity to others." Norris said, "We will deal with the fox and crow clans, and you...your mission is related to the ultimate fate of the dragon clan, and only you can complete it. Be patient."

"I will."

"After you leave, the remaining foreign world will be completely released, so don't even think about coming back."

"Are you going to destroy it?" the young man asked him, "Then where are you going to go?"

Noresh and his tribe are guarding a remnant space in the Sky Realm, and its entrance is hidden somewhere in this poisonous swamp.Under their thousands of years of management, this other world has miraculously restored its former vitality, and there are wonders like the dream of the Holy Spirit... But now, Norris told him that this world Promised land will be destroyed.

"It's not our paradise, we're just resting here," said Norris. "There's only one place where dragons come from, and that's the Dreamland of the Holy Spirit—without the presence of the Holy Spirit, everything we do is in vain. It doesn't make sense."

"I see." The young man understood what he meant.

"Ferrana, my child - you were born from the dream of Ortigia, from his arrogant and failed dream, maybe you are not satisfied with yourself, but it doesn't matter... the dream of Ratonafin is still To be able to accept you and become the place where your soul returns—one day, we will meet again there, and at that time, you will become your true self, a dragon that is not afraid of the storm."

"Wait for my good news," said the young man.

And just like that, Ferrana, the skyman...perhaps the only surviving skyman in this world, is about to embark on his journey.

Tonight is the fifth night of the Mingming Festival. From morning to now, everyone sat on the boat almost all day and told stories all day. After Stricky finished telling her scary forest ghost story, Le In order to make the child settle down, Lil began to tell some anecdotes about the process of building Qingshui Castle by the first generation of witches. Lelier's narrative ability is very strong, so everyone listened with gusto.In addition, Limeia and Rui Diluo also told a fairy tale, and the two sisters Harsha and Alani sang a song together. So they recited a few poems together.

One of them left a deep impression on Eve, and its general idea is as follows——

He is the silent knight in the night sky, and his steed is named Ice White Mane; he walked with the princess for twelve days, bringing thorns and cold winter to the world; his long cloak made the night long, but he also witnessed a A war...he came with a toast, but left alone...Some people told him he was mediocre, some called him a disaster, but the klickins didn't think so, they said to me: the prince blesses you with warmth In the world, the princess spreads beauty to the world, and this knight, he is a lonely hero-destroying sinners with brutality and suppressing evil with fear; he does not come for a good name, but only for his unswerving character.

Obviously, what is described in the poem is the purple moon in the sky.

Due to the unique structure of the Kedral world, in some special climates, when the sunlight passes through the ether, it will still stay in the night sky along with the curved space. This is more obvious at night in winter. Sometimes the halo will be cut by the purple moon, leaving a long shadow cone behind it. People usually call this shadow cone "black cloak" - this is a unique phenomenon of the purple moon, and it may also be the origin of the name "knight".

West Coasters call the sun the "prince," the golden moon the "princess," and the purple moon the "knight."The prince and princess are a pair of brother and sister, and the knight is their guardian.In Yudi, every autumn, two moons are in the sky, and the moonlight shines on the earth, so these twelve days are called Shengming Festival, and in the spring of the following year, there will be another eighteen days without the moon rising, and this period is called Long Sleeping Night.Since most wars in history took place in autumn and winter, the purple moon symbolizes war and death.But this time is different—the Kriggins like to call the Purple Moon the Thorn Moon, and their celebration of the Ascension is more like celebrating the return of the Purple Moon.

[220] Rebirth under Withering: The Ordinaryness of the Unparalleled World Part [-]

It may be a little strange to describe the forest as "brilliant", but Parnas's elf land is indeed such a place.The witches finally passed through that strange dreamland—at this time, the river gradually narrowed, the water level became much more stable, and the trees returned to their normal size, so they could go ashore.

After landing, Eve stood on the bank in a daze—she was watching Streiki squatting by the river to clean the open chamber pot.When living in Qingshui Castle, the fifth generation would put similar things in their bedrooms for the convenience of waking up at night, but Eve never used it, and it was the first time today.At that time, she squatted on the rickety boat and hid behind the animals-it was a bit rough to go to the toilet-she didn't dare to use too much force for fear of embarrassment caused by being heard by others.Only then did she feel that it was inconvenient to have an extra man in the team.

The horses and white deer were still under the influence of the drugs, and their movements were still very slow. Now it was almost midnight, and Lelier was thinking whether to set up camp here and stay overnight first.

"Do you remember the last time we came here?" Streki said to Lelier, "It was also around midnight, and it was very lively at that time... In my impression, some elves are always noisy at night and only go to sleep during the day."

So, they decided to continue on their way.

Walking upstream along the river bank, the river was lined with lush trees, and the moon reflected on the water, making everything they saw soft and bright.

After a while, a road appeared in front of them—a path paved with long stone slabs.When everyone came here, they finally breathed a sigh of relief.

This is the area of ​​the Parnas Elf Land, and it is considered a relatively safe area.In the depths of this woodland, it seems that there are still various strange light clusters floating. They are wandering like ghosts, probably some living creatures.

Eve raised her head and looked at the twin moons hanging above her head. Under the pure dark blue night sky, the forest looked very translucent.Continuing along the path, the river got farther and farther away from them. At this moment, Eve suddenly realized that they had been walking uphill almost all the way from the Robin River to here.

On the side of the road, on a beautiful big leaf, Eve finally saw the erratic luminous object up close - it was indeed a living creature with a human shape, the so-called fairy.

The elf she saw was about as tall as an adult's palm, and its body shape was closer to that of a human female, but its features were not obvious, because its skin was transparent, and Eve could observe the things that were going on in its body. Luminous, let's call it an organ.

The goblin resting on the leaves turned its head, and when it saw someone approaching, it flapped its transparent wings with gold rims like cicada wings, and flew to a higher place in the forest.

Eve couldn't distinguish the facial features of this little creature.

"Can we catch one?" Lopel asked Streiki.

"Catch one? You are really capable, be careful if someone catches you." Stricky said angrily.

The elves probably sensed that someone was visiting.In the depths of the jungle, the flowers are slowly blooming, they rustle, and the rich aroma permeates, it is an intoxicating taste.And then, the night became colorful and bright—among the petals of various colors, the tender stamens gathered a faint halo, and the halo became bright and dark with the swing of the flower, as if breathing, and gradually rippling away like water waves.

Lelier and Streiki put away the miniature Oran, and the handicrafts made by Feng Luwei flew back to the box in their hands, and they were neatly arranged.

Compared with Mokoto or Kriging, Parnas is like another completely different world - everyone is in the depths of nature, but everything here is surprising and strange.

The winding stone path gradually becomes wider, and intermittent singing can be faintly heard from a distance.At the end of the stone-paved road was a small circular clearing paved with gems—not necessarily gems, maybe just bright pale blue stones.Everyone heard a whistle at this moment, and they found that someone was riding a "big cat" from the other end of the fluorescent flower sea, so they stopped and waited for a while in the circular open space.

It was an elf girl who came. Under her, an adult Tionek with long gray teeth lowered his head slightly and prostrated himself in front of everyone.The elf girl stepped off her mount, and she slowly scanned the visitor in front of her with bright eyes like autumn water, her eyes were peaceful and solemn.

It was the first time for Eve to meet an elf. She looked at the tall and charming woman in front of her without blinking her eyes—she couldn't help secretly comparing her appearance with her own.

Le Lier stepped forward and chatted with this ethereal girl. They were using a language they had never heard before. Perhaps this was Parnas—the so-called "Moribe" elf language.

Through the preacher copper coins, Eve could understand what they were saying.

"What are they talking about?" Erinde asked Eve.

"They're talking about Tyrian," Eve said.

"Of course, that's why we're here." Erinde took off the bag, which contained a square dark wooden box.

"Do you want to listen to them?" Eve took out the copper coin and put it in her hand.

"Okay, we can listen to it together." Erinde didn't take the copper coin, but directly held her hand.

Erinde didn't know what happened in that conversation between Tyrian and Eve, otherwise, she wouldn't have acted like this.

Emotion is a very subtle thing, sometimes it floats on the surface, sometimes it is unknown, it is a person's most private feeling - it controls people; at the same time, people have to suppress it.

Eve had felt Tyrian's emotions before—the old man's heart seemed to be filled with storms and whirlpools. Despair and remorse made her terminally ill, and she could no longer live calmly.And now, Eve felt Erinde's mood through this copper coin - some sadness, some joy, some anxiety... There are also some very subtle emotions, which Eve can't describe, but it doesn't matter, because she is completely Feel it completely.At this moment, she seems to have become Eileende, and Eileende has also become her—they can fully understand each other without relying on verbal communication, there is no temptation, and there is no misunderstanding, just like the soul Blending with each other, two become one.

For the two, there is only one voice left in the world, and that is the voice of the other party—they seem to have exchanged thousands of words in an instant, and they are all from the bottom of their hearts.

It takes time to put into words exactly how you feel—it takes deliberation, and it takes a lot of vocabulary.In many cases, people only have time for one sentence.What can be expressed in one sentence?Maybe it's "yes", maybe it's "no", or "don't know".He’s right, or wrong, I like him, I hate him—if it’s just such an uncommented statement, it may just be an expression of prejudice to the uninformed—especially for those who disagree with the spokesperson.Prejudice does not contain reasons, and the speaker needs to explain otherwise, but this is interrupted by an opponent who contradicts it--he is angry at it, and he quarrels with the opponent, eager to make a difference, at which point they stop reasoning and degrade the other's taste as much as they can, because it is the most vitriolic subject they can think of.Compared with the rewards for doing good deeds, the feeling of revenge is obviously much more refreshing, so goodwill is easier to be buried.

By returning to the Holy God, the Dragon Clan has achieved spiritual fusion with the Holy God, and thus can return to the dreamland.Inspired by this, Puvala created the Preacher Copper Coin. He hopes to build a more perfect communication channel for human beings. This communication contains both thoughts and emotions, which cannot be faked, so there will never be misunderstandings.However, Puvala did not expect that the value of the evangelist's copper coin itself is the greatest test of human nature - for such a coin, how many people have robbed their heads and ruined their lives.

Eve immediately let go of her hand, and in fact, the two of them only touched for a moment.The subtle and strange feeling disappeared, and Erinde could hear the voice of Lelier talking to the elves again.

"What happened just now?" She couldn't help asking.

"It's the effect of the copper coin..." Eve replied, "We shouldn't touch it at the same time."