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Act 1: Overture to the Phantom Forest Chapter 58: Confrontation of Faith

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    The cold light at the tip of the arrow made the priest feel more at ease. He was sure that the princess did not dare to let go of the arrow, otherwise the good reputation accumulated in the past few days would be wasted due to the violent behavior of the powerful dictatorship.  "Your Highness, you cannot execute a Tiya without any trial. Neither the Council of Elders nor the temple has given you the right to judge! Of course you can indulge your emotions and control your mind and kill me with a burst of arrows, but the honor of the royal family and the law of the forest  There will be nothing left." The priest became more confident as he spoke, his voice rising, attracting the attention of the camp.  Drushilia lowered her head, unable to see her expression.  The raised arms relaxed, and the indignant rangers reluctantly put down their bows and arrows. The princess was compromised by the threat of royal honor, and a sense of humiliation rushed into the chests of the rangers.  Seeing that the overpowered priest suddenly felt proud, he showed the compassionate expression of a forgiver: "Your Highness, as long as you order an immediate retreat, I don't have to report the transgressive behavior to the chief priest and the Council of Elders"  Return to faith" "What did you say?" the priest wondered.  Drusilla raised her head, the storm in her eyes frightened the priest back again and again.  "In what capacity are you talking to me? The priest of the Lord of Ceremonies?" She took a step forward, her aura trembling.  "I, Drusilia, the druid of Tia Forest, the servant of the will of nature and not the princess, challenge you to fight. Do you dare to defend the gods you believe in? Let everything be decided in the realm of faith.  The difference between life and death!" The strong wind rose at the right moment, and Drushiliya's hair hung upside down, raising her momentum again.  The priest recalled thoseinexplicable powers that he didn't know how to describe, and became frightened.  "The Presbyterian Council has never approved 'Natural' to preach in Green City, and you have no right to judge me" "Approval? Ridiculous! Who needs approval for trees to grow and rivers to rise and fall? Also, this is not Green City, it is a battlefield.  We are competing with death. Get out of the way with your self-righteousness, and don't hinder other compatriots from surviving." The priest opened his mouth wide, and before he could say the next explanation, the intense light and bombardment overwhelmed his consciousness.  Thunder and lightning falling from the sky made the surrounding elves scream in fear.  Fortunately, Drushilia did not lose her mind. The thunder summoning technique only created a pit with smoke at the feet of the priest. But unfortunately, there was water everywhere, and the electric current rushed into the lower limbs along the wet soil, and the priest uttered white words.  Mo fainted on the spot.  The remaining priests and guards lost their courage as well as their leaders, and followed the princess's orders in despair.  Refugees and materials that were afraid of tides were gathered together, tents were dismantled into canvas and heavy objects were put up as walls, and a simple wave-proof ring was formed.  Drushilia stood alone outside the circle, paying attention to the rise and fall of the waves. The terrain of the camp would not be submerged, but the waves could sweep away the elves and supplies. Her mission was to stop the waves with one person's power.  The ranger captain stood behind the princess with four of his subordinates. Facing the probing eyes, he replied: "Please don't always leave the task of protecting you to Lamesilai. There is more than one suitor of the Green City Emerald Stone." Drew  Xilia smiled, feeling warmed after hearing these words in the cold wind and rain.  She calmed down and felt the pulse of nature.  Drusilla discovered very early on that there is more than one "natural will", and it is also divided into different individuals.  They are divided by terrain. The will of the forest is active and full of vitality, while the will of the swamp is silent and indifferent.  But they are all an aggregation of the earth, plants, and animals, and they have common characteristics at the same time, becoming part of the broader natural will of Saraf.  The swamp was bubbling and bubbling, like a little appetite elf who had had too much drink, stroking his belly in pain and whispering: This is not the rainy season, no, it shouldn't come, it shouldn't come The struggle of the earth is felt by Drusilia.  , and focused her will on the flood, she saw the falling rain, the melting snow, and the vigorous impact and bright light.  This is not nature's self-cycle, the princess asserted, this is man-made.  The golden shadow of the Flame Mage flashed past, but Drusilia ignored the thought, and then Nielon's ceremonial staff appeared.  She shook her head, eliminating all kinds of speculations.  Regardless of the reason for the flood, this unnatural killing must stop.  The waves around the highlands gradually weakened, calmed, and then reversed.  Driven by the druid and the water element, the water flowing backwards set off a huge wave like a city wall. The huge waves of the flood came at the same time. The two walls collided and shattered into thousands of parts. The terrifying sound was louder than the roar of a giant dragon.  Shocking.  The huge wave was knocked out of a gap, and the camp was spared. However, the stamina of the flood was by no means limited to this, and Drusilia did not have any more [Running Water] to use.  Drusilia grabbed a handful of wet soil and rubbed it with both hands. The fresh smell of the soil filled her nostrils.  Help me, stop this killing, and heal your pain The swamp responded to the call, and a majestic power used Drusilia as a channel to continuously inject the broken?In the body.  The water element's body expands until it exceeds the upper limit of its control.  Broken Star activated the innate ability of the water element and kept rotating his body, and a vortex appeared on the water.  The whirlpool roared like hundreds of thunder and lightning, pulling broken trees, floating corpses or other debris into the center. The center of the whirlpool was a full 3 Sammi lower than the water surface.  Waves of big waves were torn apart without any resistance and turned into clockwise currents.  In her busy schedule, Drusilia suddenly recalled Lesatos's lesson about founding a sect. The golden dragon told her: "A sect with rich connotations and lasting longevity needs doctrines, force, heroes, leaders, and systems.  There was no system, and the imitation of the leader became the original model.” The Druid sect she calls herself now does not even have a formal prayer.  Drusilla looked back at her compatriots, her eyes full of awe.  There is almost a difference between awe and reverence. The former is respect for Drushilia's power, and the latter is approval of her spirit.  In that case, let me start this.  She was not interested in learning the complicated and strict doctrines of the Master of Ceremonies, so she randomly took a little bit of soil and smeared it between her eyebrows.  The middle finger of the left hand touches the forehead, and the right hand touches the earth.  Litigation with eyes closed: "We are servants of nature, balancers of civilization and barbarism, loyal guardians of the Tiya nation. Pursuing the pulse of the earth, touching the breath of the sky, listening to the whispers of life. The anger of nature is my anger, I  I will punish the disrespectful ones who violate the cycle, and the joy of nature is my joy, and bring rewards to the life that protects nature The prayer compiled casually is short and straightforward, but the first to respond is Nahum's.  The little daughter, she grabbed a handful of mud and put it on her head, imitating the princess's posture and language. More and more voices joined in the prayer. They didn't understand nature, but they yearned for peace and life. When the waves subsided, Druxili.  Ya's limbs were weak, but her heart was full of joy. Hundreds of potential druids took the first step to follow her, including some of the temple guards. What was even more surprising was that some sympathetic prayers allowed her to break through her shackles and be promoted to level 9.  A level druid who can learn level 5 spells. The atmosphere in the entire camp became different, and the elves asked her questions in the prayers one after another. Druselia answered them while arranging the follow-up of the disaster relief, until the call for help was sent by the wind.  The location is a bit far away, "There's only one, I'll go and you guys can continue to restore the camp."  "The princess squatted on Broken Star, her knees were a little weak, the sequelae of over-casting spells. A male elf was floating under the water, covered in mud. When Drusilia picked him up, she suddenly thought that this was the downstream, and he  She should have drifted past the camp instead of appearing suddenly. The moment of hesitation caused the fatal dagger to cut off a whole piece of flesh from the shoulder blade. The princess fell into the turbid current, and Broken Star roared back, but the assassin easily dodged it.  Even the sewage could not extinguish the burning anger in Drusilia's eyes. She was pushed out of the water by Broken Star, and her body was stained with blood. Drusilia looked at the assassin who was walking flat on the water.  It only takes a simple use of force to fly away from the arrows of the rangers in the distance. The asphalt-colored cuticles covered by the mud are revealed, touching the dusty memory fragments, not long ago, when the Yan Yan Mage first arrived.  When he was in Ludu, the twisted corpse he threw at the feet of Orfassis had the same ferocious face, the same green pupils, and the same ugly body. She was furious again and again, and again, and why!  The temple always reveals its sharp sword when she is at her most helpless or happiest! What can the Orfascists gain by killing their compatriots? If you force my hands to stain Tia's blood, don't blame me for killing them all. "I don't want to ask why, there have been too many times without an answer.  .  Come to an end, in the name of your faith and in the name of my faith.  " The assassin stopped moving, allowing the princess to see clearly his old but resolute face that belonged to the elf half. He silently saluted the princess. Even if it was a life and death decision, he would adhere to the rituals. The next moment, a poison-quenching rod  The steel needle shot directly at Drushiliya —————————————————————————— Beiming:  The book review area has cooled down. It seems that there is a big difference between single updates and double updates. I will give it a try next week. Please vote for it.
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