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Act 1: Overture to the Forest Chapter 6: Midsummer Parade

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    Spell-like ability [Force Field Deflection] The power without sound and light effects changed the trajectory of the crossbow arrow. The short and thin crossbow bolt penetrated Drusilia's outstretched right arm, and then disappeared into the night.  There was silence.  Thousands of elves watched in stunned silence as the princess stumbled and fell, only to be picked up by Flamir with his tentacles.  The most surprised among them was the chief priest. He could swear to Nieron that he definitely aimed at the ugly big meatball and pulled the trigger.  "This is impossible! I'm sorry for" It turns out that speaking slowly can lead to tragedy. As soon as the chief priest uttered three words of defense, his nose was smashed by Lamesilai's small chain hammer, and his nose, tears and blood were mixed together.  Spew out.  Ramesile yelled with an angry face: "Arrest the traitor who assassinated the princess! All the temple guards disarmed!" The order was given to the city guard rangers, but hundreds of excited civilians pounced on the bewildered guards at the same time.  Ramesile ran to the princess, and Flamir handed the wounded man to him obediently.  "Let me see the wound." Drusilia looked pale, clenched her teeth, and blood was pouring from her forearm.  After inspecting the wound, Ramesilai's face became even more gloomy. The crossbow bolt passed through the gap between the radius and ulna. Although no bones were injured, the tendons and nerves were severely damaged. This hand may no longer be able to draw the bow.  While stopping the bleeding, the ranger captain gritted his teeth and said, "I should hang a bowstring on that shameless bastard's neck, and then twist it around a dozen times, so that the same eyes with and without eyes would burst out of his skull."  Ramil twisted the two tentacles into one, put it on his "chin" and said: "It's an unfortunate encounter. Fortunately, your people love you very much, Your Highness. But are they too enthusiastic?" Shun  Looking through the demon-eyed governor's tentacles, the elves at the city gate were staged a riot.  The atmosphere was very abnormal at the beginning. People shouted "catch them" and "grab the bows and arrows" and surged in. After a while, the kung fu slogan changed to "kill the traitors".  Hundreds of civilians hysterically attacked dozens of temple guards with their hands, feet and even teeth. The anger and pain accumulated in the Tia Forest for decades found an outlet, and the situation quickly got out of control.  The other elves who remained rational or stayed away stood aside with cold eyes. Most of them were nobles and worshipers of the temple, with shock and contempt in their eyes, as if the people huddled together in a noisy manner were not compatriots but other inferiors.  biology.  The polarizing scene gave the princess a huge shock, far beyond the pain in her arm.  Drusilia quickly reacted: "Lamesile, hurry up and stop them. The civilians have lost control. When the temple guards draw their weapons and start to fight back" The ranger captain realized the seriousness of the situation and immediately rushed to stop them.  .  Just as he pulled away two guys who were trying to bite off his fingers, a pointed boot hit him in the back of the head.  Is this still a humble and elegant elf?  Ramesilai had this idea, and then he was swallowed up by the surging crowd.     what to do?  what to do?  Drushilia's soul was trembling, and she turned to Flamir for help.  The Demonic Eye Supervisor looked very calm: "This situation is relatively common in the army and is called the 'Howling Camp'. When the spirit is under high pressure for a long time and cannot be released, it will roar and be manic irrationally, and then the psychological hints will be like  The plague spreads quickly. Elves are an emotional race and are more likely to collapse. "How can we calm down? Please tell me, I can pay any price!" "There is no price, Hora can solve the root of this problem."  The unicorn, who had not spoken for a long time, said in the Mu language that Drusilia could not understand: "I sensed your magic-like spell, Magic Eye. You hurt an innocent person, caused a turmoil, and now you are going to  Shall I make up for your mistakes? " "Not for me, but for you." Flamir also replied in Mu tribe language, "Her blood can help you gain a place to live, Hora, don't forget it.  Let a moment's sense of justice harm the Unicorn Alliance. And look at her" Hora Whitemane met Drusilia's pleading tears and made a silent compromise to the Demon Eye Governor.  He stepped forward and said to the princess: "Pure kind one, for your tribe and my tribe." He lowered his head, gently touched the wound with the spiral tip, and poured positive energy into the wound to emit a white light.  Flamir put the tentacle into his mouth and groped for a while, then took out a fluorescent staff and lightly touched the princess. The strong light dispelled the darkness.  When one elf saw the light, he stood there stupidly holding up his hard-toed boots, then the second, the third and finally all the elves focused their attention on the center of the light.  Their excellent vision allows them to see muscles sprouting and growing, and skin flaps coming together to bond.  Drushilia touched her skin in surprise, it would have been like a dream if her hands weren't covered in blood.  She turned back and raised her arms and shouted: "Look! I am healed!" The princess walked into the room.??, let the elves confirm one by one.  No matter the common people or the nobles, when they witnessed the incredible fact with their own eyes, they all looked at the princess and the unicorn in awe.  As the princess walked, she saw her close friend.  It took Violet some time to retrieve her memory. She only remembered rushing forward angrily with the crowd, shouting random slogans, and then her mind was filled with blanks.  When I woke up, I felt that my body was covered in bruises and my left leg was broken into three pieces.  Drusilla noticed her friend's injury and immediately turned back and said: "Hora Whitemane, my friend is seriously injured. Can you show your miracle again?" "As long as it is a non-evil person." Hora used [Treatment] again.  Moderate injury].  Violet stood up straight, causing a wave of exclamation.  Then the unicorn healed an elf with a broken rib, using up all three healing spells for the day.  Rameserai spat out the broken socks in his mouth. This was definitely the worst fight he had ever had.  The most seriously injured chief priest had been forgotten, his sacrificial clothes turned into rags, and he lay on the ground twitching.  Turning around to see that no one was paying attention nearby, Ramesile stepped on the head of the chief priest and walked past, issuing an order to reorganize the ranger formation and capture the traitor.  "Your Highness, 40 temple guards and 1 priest are already under control." Ramesilai still adhered to etiquette in a crowded place. He asked in a low voice: "What should I do next?" Drusilia looked around, thousands of elves were respectful.  looked at her.  "Although the source of the riot was the chief priest, many compatriots were still injured after all. I can guess how the Orfascist high priest would spread rumors in the council. If you want to do it, you will do it to the end. Send a trustworthy ranger.  Report the situation here to my father quickly." "Will Your Majesty agree?" Lamesile heard that the princess planned to have a head-on confrontation with the temple.  "Believe him, and please believe me." Drushiliya smiled confidently. ?…?With no more elves to stop them, Drusilia invited Flamir and Hora to meet with the Elf King to discuss the alliance.  So, on a midsummer night in the Tia Forest, a special parade began.  Green City residents opened their doors and windows and saw the elf princess walking side by side with a silver-white unicorn, with a huge scaly meat ball floating behind her and four fluorescent tentacles dancing in the wind.  Behind them were the city guard rangers with pious eyes and hundreds of elven civilians, but they looked like they had been beaten.  The strong visual impact attracted all the residents, and the elves left their homes one after another, asking their compatriots in the team while growing the parade team.  The elves who understood everything from beginning to end at the city gate felt a sense of honor, so the guys with excessive artistic talent added to their stories.  With a proud smile, Drusiliya introduced the ancient buildings of Green City to Hora and Flamir, and deliberately made a large circle to go to the palace. As a result, a team of three or four sari was gathered.  The musicians who joined the crowd spontaneously played a light-hearted serenade, with harrassins and flutes playing one after another.  The female spice growers rushed ahead of the princess, spreading rose petals and lilac branches along the way.  A young elf girl, probably only 20 years old, stumbled up to the princess and presented three garlands made of elegant wood.  Drushilia took off her crown and put on a garland of flowers.  After getting Hora's consent, the garland was placed on the sharp corners of the spiral.  As for Flamir, it was more difficult. He swayed left and right to place the garland on top of his spherical body. His funny movements triggered bursts of good-natured laughter.  Drusiliya had not been so happy for a long time. She was enjoying the laughter and music of her compatriots until she saw the high priest of Orfascism.  The music stopped suddenly, the parade seemed to have hit a wall, the smiles and dances disappeared, the musicians sadly put away their instruments, the female workers hid in the crowd in a panic, and flower petals were scattered on the ground.  The face of the Orfascist High Priest remained rigid, and he just glanced at the Unicorn and the Demon Eye Supervisor lightly.  But the eyes of the priests standing in a row next to him almost glowed with hatred and anger.  Drusilia gave the elves a comforting look, and then stepped forward, confident and calm.  She had never felt so powerful. Her power came not only from Hora, but also from the tens of thousands of elves behind her.  "Good night, the high priest and priests. Do you want to join our happy parade?" The elf princess had a malicious idea. It would be great if the Orfascist high priest reprimanded her for playing with the elves without distinction. That would be a success.  Thousands of compatriots can clearly see the harsh face of the temple, and then hate it in return.  But the chief priest only said two words: "Good night, Your Highness. You have violated the ruling of the Council of Elders and brought shame to the sacred law. Do you plan to split the Tias?" All the elves were like falling into the ice cellar.
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