The ferocious golden dragon transformed the fat and bloated Xuefeng girl into a strong and dark rock man. The process was so ferocious and fierce that the gods turned pale and screamed strangely. The spectators from hell were forcibly wiped out on the spot. After a fierce battle, the juice flows out in great quantities, and its power is long-lasting and wild. The above sentence comes from Flamir’s description of the cause of the great flood. Incidentally, even though every word was true, Lesatos still beat the hell out of the Eye. Millions of tons of melted snow-capped mountains burst through the narrow and shallow river banks, and the underground river water level overflowed. The biggest problem is not this. The aftermath of the Eternal Blazing Sun's spell creates a high-temperature hot airflow, and the shock wave generated by the strong bombardment of God's Punishment pushes the airflow and hits the monsoon that spreads rain. The remaining rainfall would have cooled on the mountain tops and turned into ice and snow, but instead it was like a resentful woman who was kicked out by her abusive husband, crying and shaking off all the water. Under attack from two sides, the self-circulation system of the earth could not bear it, and the excess water was tilted to the southern lowlands, and a vigorous flood came. At the gate of Ludu City, the rescue task force is about to set off. The Elf King tied the clasp of his daughter's cloak with his own hands, took two steps back and watched. Drushiliya has a 5-sami-long tight and wear-resistant rope wrapped around her waist. She wears waterproof leather boots and her long hair is tied into a ponytail for easy movement. She looks energetic and capable. "She looks like the female elf general in the epic," the elf king sighed. Behind the majestic female general are 200 rescue team members ready to go, most of them are rangers, but there are also civilians who volunteer to join. Behind them are several times the backup support, tents, water, and most importantly, a special pointed boat that can seat three people and is light enough to hold it with one hand. She was full of emotions for a while: "My daughter has grown up, and this old box of mine can no longer cover up the light of the Green City Jade Stone. When you come back from rescue, you will consider marriage, and you must find a partner who can match you." "Drusiliya blushed, "What are you talking about, father? I can't bear to leave you." "I want to get married even if I can't bear to leave you." The father and daughter said goodbye with a gentle hug. The princess looked over her father's shoulder and saw the temple priests and their rescue party. The Green City is almost divided. The royal family only maintains nominal authority over the temple forces, and the two go their own way. And Orfascism will not be willing to play the role of villain. He also dispatches a massive team, seemingly intending to turn the rescue into a performance to gain fame. A few voyeuristic glances were directed at the father and daughter, but were glanced back by Drushilia's cold eyes. After becoming a Druid, the princess acted much harder. She whispered in her father's ear: "I will lead the team north, but the military strength in Ludu will be weak" "Shh." The Elf King also whispered softly. "Everything is under control." "I hope to see you greet me at the gate of the palace when I come back, safe and sound, otherwise I will never marry." "No problem, my victorious female general." "You promise?" " Guaranteed. "" The Elf King looked at his retreating figure sadly, feeling for the first time how merciless the years were to him. Shaking his head and walking back, there were still a lot of disaster relief resolutions waiting to be sorted out in the palace. In the ceremony hall, the Orfascist high priest worshiped devoutly, and his murmurs echoed like ghosts: "sin will end in the flood, and Tia will be reborn in the flames of divine punishment" ———— ——carry The northern part of Ya Forest has abundant rainfall all year round and is low-lying, forming large swamps and small lakes, with dense water networks connected to each other. The number of elves living here is only a few thousand, and most of them fled south in advance when the water level rose. However, there are still scattered elves living in the depths of the swamp and relying on fishing and hunting for a living. Nahum held his twenty-six-year-old daughter in his arms, waiting for death in the turbulent flow of despair. Because his daughter was too young, he was unable to evacuate the low-lying area in time. When he realized what he was doing, his fishing boat and house were all submerged under the yellow-brown torrent 3 Samimeters deep. He sat on the branch of a small tree and hugged his daughter tightly. There were several tall and strong trees not far away from him, but they didn't even have a belt, so how could they cross the flood water against the current? Waiting is the cruelest deposit for death. Looking at the elusive life, waiting for the small tree to be washed away. "Dad, will we die?" The daughter squinted her eyes and buried her face in her father's chest, even though it was equally cold and damp. "How could it be?" Nahum smiled weakly, his pale comfort weaker than the creaking branches. "We will be rescued. Someone will come. Maybe the great Nieron can hear my prayer." The daughter muttered: "I don't like Him, the face in the oil painting is too serious.It’s scary, it would be great if there was a beautiful goddess. "Yeah, when will we have our own gods" The branch finally broke. Nahum held his daughter in one hand and jumped down in a position that was convenient for paddling, hoping to catch the next tree. But he was wrong, Even a hunter who has been familiar with water for hundreds of years cannot control the flood. It is too violent and too changeable. Each of the dozens of turbulent currents under the water can cause him to lose his forward momentum. A branch hits his back and fills his lungs with bubbles. The smell of blood vomited out, and his daughter floated away in the up and down chaos. Nahum searched frantically in the turbid current, and it was hard to believe that even the final journey would take away his only one. His eyes were filled with mud and debris mixed in the flood. Ye Rang's eyeballs were in severe pain, but it was nothing compared to the pain that nearly exploded in his brain and lungs. His consciousness gradually blurred, and he vaguely felt that his body was no longer drifting with the water, and seemed to hit a flexible wall, followed by an unreasonable buoyancy. Lifting him up, the first breath of air and water entered the lungs. He choked and coughed repeatedly. Nahum was lifted up by a pair of strong arms and looked up. He was so beautiful and indescribable God! It was only after a while that I realized it was the princess. “Breathe evenly, you’re safe. "Drusiliya helped him stand firm. The elf hunter was horrified to find that they were actually standing on the water! There were no waves on a piece of water that could accommodate five people lying down, and it was clearly separated from the turbulent waves. The elf princess stood in the center, Command the water element platform to move. In addition to Nahum, there is another rescued person on the platform - a ferocious cat at the top of the food chain in Tia Forest. Now it is no better than a house cat that fell into the water, lying wet. Shivering. Nahum was stunned and felt that his thoughts were washed away by the flood. He wanted to ask, but he didn't know what to ask. The words that finally came out of his mouth were: "Please save my daughter!" " The water element broken star broke through the waves. The first thing the little girl said when she was picked up was: "Are you a goddess? " Drushiliya squeezed out a smile from under her tired face, and she stroked the top of her head, "Gods don't stretch out their hands, so I'm here. " Several elf rangers sent signals to the princess from the treetops. They used hooks and floats to jump between the trees deftly. However, where the trees were too sparse or there were no trees at all, they could only stare. No one could handle this kind of water flow. They can come and go, except for Drusilia. Nahum and his daughter are each carried by a ranger. Even the Cracktooth Leopard was too heavy to be carried by an elf, with a grimace on his face. The rangers didn't understand why they wanted to save the animals, but no one would disobey Drusilia's order, especially now. The princess spread her hands, and birds of various species were swirling around the pine nuts in her palm. It was not easy to find something to eat now. Drusilia listened carefully to the birds' messages, and it was very difficult to extract the useful parts from the mouths of the little things with confused expressions. A big white bird with a long tail revealed that there was a suspected trapped elf somewhere. , Drusilla threw a handful of pine nuts to it, and then chased Nahum to a relatively dry highland. Someone immediately sent blankets and hot tea and there were hundreds of rescuers. The refugees were resting here. Strangely, the camp seemed to be divided. Nahum recognized that there were priests wearing sacrificial robes on the other side. The rangers and guards on both sides did not communicate at all, and only a few refugees were being treated by the priests. They blocked it tightly, trying to protect the old hen of the trophy. The daughter fell asleep in the warm blanket and tent, dreaming about the goddess, the goddess Nahum was more curious than her. He strongly wanted to know how to walk in the flood. Is the elf of the plain really a princess who has just grown up? How else could she have the power to perform miracles if she is favored by the gods? “She is a druid. "This was the logistics officer's answer. In fact, the other party didn't know what the so-called Druid was. It was the princess's self-proclaimed name. "Back" A low cry came, and the entire camp, including the temple, turned their heads in unison. Staring at the water. The darling of the forest came slowly, the roaring waves bowed at her feet, and the wind and rain were far away from her brilliance. For a moment, every elf in the camp felt like a god. Lu Xilia walked ashore, and wherever she went, elves bowed their heads in greeting, but she had no time to pay attention. “The birds saw a big wave coming over, and it was estimated that it was 2 Sammi above the water. "The logistics officer and the ranger captain looked nervous: "Your Highness, do you have time to retreat? " Drusiliya shook her head, "We can leave, but the relief supplies can't leave. Get everyone together, immediately. " The subordinates did not ask the reason. They had developed a certain degree of blind faith. But the temple priests did not think so. "We will not accept the protection of pagans, especially the power of evil dragons. "Priest's eyes"Distant, nervous response. A sneer crept onto the corner of his mouth, nature showed its cruelty and seemed to affect its spokesperson. Drusilla now completely lost patience with this method of persuasion. She raised her palms high and dozens of bowstrings creaked and tightened, just waiting for an order.