Hunter’s Blade - Chapter 381

[Demon Hunter’s Blade Chapter 381]

“There are creatures that bear witness to the glory of creation and draw strength from it,” Urkilic said. “They are dragons, snakes, mice, and moths, and they are the foundation of the world.”

“I…I know.” Luana whispered.

Creation, Death, Corruption and Rebirth.

“After that, human beings were born and destroyed the source material in the war of dragons. What happened in that period of history was really magnificent. I deduced that scene, which is quite beautiful. Position, become the fifth basic ‘competition’. Ah… If the wizard wants to establish the same merit, he must also have an impact on the Originium, we have to recreate the world, Runa. The wizard will gain position by recreating the sun, capture Belonging to the destiny of wizards, we will proudly enter the ecological niche and become the sixth foundation ‘truth’. In the future, wizards and wizards can combine to give birth to new wizards, and we will make a truly new race.”

Urkilic stroked Luana’s forehead.

This made her almost collapse and panic.

“I want to fight the Charr,” Urkilic said. “Conquer his land and get his body. I need more materials to complete my second metamorphosis, until I get to Forestside Castle and get tens of thousands of dollars. After the material I calculated, I really went from the deformed and dull stitched carcass to the elegant state I am today. And the second metamorphosis needs to enter the upper Loman, or go to the mountain empire. Maybe the upper Loman will be easier. I need to test, Does the chrysalis have the same effect on the demigod, I want him to become the holy dragon moth.”

“Charr…” Luana couldn’t imagine how the Ciel would fight against the Wizard King.

“Now tell me about Ciel,” said Eulkridge. “There is a deep place in your heart that hides things about you and Ciel, and what you don’t want to remember. Tell me what it is.”

“We… what we messed about? Nothing fancy, my lord.”

“No, Luanna, something deeper, deeper, deeper. A secret, the one you’re guarding for the Ciel, I can’t see it, let it go to me.”

Luana trembled and wept.

“Let go to me.”

Then Urkilic saw Luana’s deepest secret.

“Gladius,” Urkilic said, “Blade Fiend, is it still following the Ciel?”

…they are one and cannot be separated, their souls are entwined and cannot be separated.

Luana trembled.

“They are one, that’s how it is.” Yulkelic said, “His power comes entirely from the Demon God of Blade’s Edge. Does it depend entirely on the Demon God of Blade’s Edge to act? That’s what it is.”

Leanna was mortified by the disclosure of the Ciel’s secret, and she slumped to the ground, tears streaming down her face.

I have no face to see him.

Urkilic turned around and went to care for the giant chrysalis.

Lost interest in me?

I… I should go.

Urkilic turned his back to her, and Luana saw the moth wings lined up on his back.

Immediately afterwards, the King of Wizards unfolded them all abruptly, covering the sky and the sun, and the scales and powder splashed everywhere. She saw that every moth wing was covered with exquisite and intricate patterns. No… It was not a pattern. Luanna distinguished carefully. …It is clearly a complete analysis of the world, and in just a short outline, the truth of the world is explained.

She was dizzying, and there were some witch characters in it, and she had a deeper understanding of it.

“These are the three hundred shaman characters on the ancestral tree. I recorded them all with my wings,” said Urkilic. “Be a sorcerer, Luana, and this is your reward.”

“I…I appreciate it.”

“In return, you will help me control the Ciel.” Urkilic flapped his wings gently, “I read that he loves you very, very much. I want you to kidnap him until after my experiment. , you can both become moths, cocoons for eternity, embracing each other in the fire.”

Luanna was startled, her heart was filled with great sorrow.

“No, my lord,” she said dully, “–instead of having me deal with the Ciel… let me turn into a moth now.”

Chapter 468 Death

All the elves of Lorman came to the funeral of Varanel.

Valanelle valued something else more than the end of his own destiny.

He sincerely wished Ciel and his friends happiness and to fight off the off-paint.

He knew that the strange life made by the day after day was born in the big swamp, and hoped that it would not bring disaster to mankind.

He also wished his clansmen could let go of their prejudices from now on.

He was ready to tell them his story.

Varanelle sat under the big tree where he was born. He still clearly remembered the day he was born, six centuries ago, the tree of life bore Varanelle, fell to the ground, the fruit cracked, and he climbed out of it. .

At that time, there were still two days in the sky, and then the torrential rain poured down and washed away the mountains, forests and vegetation. He looked up at the sky and felt the rain on his body. At that time, he thought the world would always be like this.

Immediately, he witnessed the sun-split catastrophe, experienced the war of dragons, and everything changed drastically, which made him feel at a loss.

However, just today, all the pain and hesitation will come to an end.

He sat quietly.

The first to arrive was a group of bright elves. They followed the noble Queen Revando. They prided themselves on bathing in the queen’s brilliance. , famous for building gorgeous manors and immortal palaces, but with the tragic death of their guardians, they lost their ego forever and are now rare in number.

Wearing flimsy robes, the Fai elves were estranged from each other, staring blankly at Varanel, sitting on the ground, waiting for his death.

Immediately after arriving, the wood elves of the wandering forest lived in the south of Lorman, living in huge, walking trees. This walking forest often entered the territory of Lorman, and ruthlessly trampled on farmland and castles along the way. Incur a human counterattack, while the wood elves will resolutely fight against humans, and have a deep blood debt with the Lomans.

After another four days, the night elves from the Caiye Forest also came to witness the fall of their compatriots. They are accustomed to walking at night, living in the vast Caiye Forest, loving the stars and woodlands, and resolutely protecting their final home. The most numerous and largest elf tribe in Luoman territory, the Caiye Forest is located in the upper reaches of the Qinghe River, and the lower reaches irrigate the fertile wilderness of Nanluoman, nourishing the rich fields on both sides of the river. land, and the Lomans suffered greatly.

Immediately after arriving are the Sun-Sacrificing Spirits, who live in the Bailing area in the south, and have embroidered patterns of the sun and the sun on the fabrics they wear. of the sun.

They predicted the coming of the sun-splitting catastrophe and knew that the fall of the sun was inevitable. In extreme grief, they decided to destroy their gods themselves. When the sun-splitter Hierandu was attacked by the dragon army, the whole family of sun-sacrifice elves marched north. Rush to help, help him save the day, and help bury the sun he worships.

After the catastrophe, most of the tribe committed suicide because they lost their faith, and the rest dared not look up at the sky again. He didn’t want to resist, he just wandered silently.

Varanel looked at these elves and could discern the more essential differences between them.

Those primitive, quaint and unchanged elves since they were born, they look very young and immature, with dark green skin. Only elves who are familiar with them know that they are over a thousand years old.

And those elves who have left the ancient way have fairer skin, and they have obvious civilization characteristics-wearing equipment smelted with minerals, evolved a relationship of superiority and aristocracy, and like Valanelle, their lifespan is no more than five years. six hundred years old.

“I see your bodies,” said Valanelle, “you were not so white.”

“This is our destiny,” said the elf champion Kaedares, the best warrior in the forest of the night, wearing a holy golden battle helmet with phoenix feathers on both sides, and wearing adamantine armor engraved with ancient blessings , holding a mithril wheel blade. The wheel blade is a weapon unique to elves. It is very long and has curved blades in opposite directions at both ends. When swung, it turns like a whirlwind.

“The price is death,” said Valanelle. “Death like mine, once the skin turns white, cannot coexist with rain, dew, sun, and moon.”

“Life is expensive because it has an end, and it is human civilization that corrupts you,” Caedaris said. “You have been in contact with humans for too long. You could have lived for more than a hundred years, but your decline came so quickly, It is because you have joined them, listened to their voices, understood their language, walked with them, communicated with them, smelled their filth, accepted their sin. Ah, my countrymen, my dear Varan Neil, this is the destruction of you by humans.”

“Let me see your flowers, if you say so,” said Valanelle.

Several green elves opened their hands, and flowers of different colors and luster slowly grew in their palms. The stamens were delicate and fragrant.

Caedaris stretched out his hand too, and nothing grew out of his pale hand.

“Yeah, laugh at me, I also lost the ability to accept Ao,” said Caedaris, “how sad we are, in order to fight humans, in order to protect our countrymen, we must kill, we must be on the battlefield Bleeding, you must learn to endure the death of your companions without changing your face. In the process, you are getting farther and farther away from the great Qingse-e.”

“We are in a predicament,” said Claris, the elder of the wood elves. He was fair-skinned, wearing a cyan robe, holding a moonstone staff, and slender eyebrows. “Humans multiply so fast, they will use their wombs to occupy the entire world.”

“In the past, five rangers were able to see the three-hundred-mile forest. Now, we only have three-hundred-mile forest.” said Sivaraya, the wood elf, who was able to shoot the Lomans from a kilometer away. ‘s commander.

“Let us recall what we have done,” said Valanelle, “compatriots, brothers and sisters, hear my last words as a dying man, open your hearts, and hear my words fully. ”

Regardless of whether their skin was green or white, all those present were pure-blooded elves, so they retained the ability to communicate with each other. They gathered around Valanelle and sat down silently.

Their minds come together to form a vast cyan stream of consciousness, where each elves can clearly understand their own state of mind and true thoughts, and each elves can fully understand each other.

At this moment, their attention was focused on Valanelle.

He made a final appeal to his people:

Humans are truly amazing!

They are the leaders of animals, they are apes that walk upright.

They have such ugly faces, but they can be content and appreciate their beauty.

Their minds are so narrow, but they can build a society with morals and laws, and learn the system and culture of the elf.

Their life spans are extremely short, but they can find the meaning of their lives in these few decades, and find reasons for themselves to live this short period of time.

How admirable human beings are for doing so many incredible things.

They have been widely distributed in the world, they have spread their excrement to every corner of the world, how can we change all this?

compatriots.

I hope elves and human beings can cooperate, I hope elves and human beings can live together openly, and I hope we can find a way to live in harmony with human beings.

I know it’s hard, when we come into contact with human beings, our green and holy complexion begins to become hollow and pale, and the shallow knowledge of human beings will challenge our patience over and over again, and their rudeness and foolish arrogance will also Painful to us.

Just, we should do it, we can do it.

Get in touch with human beings, go and communicate with human beings.

Only communication can build a bridge between two groups.

Our ethnic group has fallen into division. Most of our compatriots have left the mainland and sailed to their new hometown in the south. Some compatriots have chosen to combine with humans and give birth to a large number of new races that are half-elf and half-human, and thus find their way of life.

At Lohman, I believe we can find a way to be different.

We can communicate.

We can cooperate.

Show kindness to humanity, as I insist on doing.

I’m going to introduce you to a wonderful person.

Charles Grani, he is the best among human beings, a human being who is free from the inherent ignorance of his birth and race.

Go and talk to him.

We will rebel against off-paintings and join hands with humanity.

Only then can we find our place in the Anthropocene.

——The cyan stream of consciousness is gradually cut off.

The elves withdrew from the great resonance and opened their eyes, fully understanding Varanel’s intentions.

Varanelle sat quietly.

His skin shrank rapidly, covered with old lines, and in just a few breaths, his youthful and beautiful appearance faded, and he became an unprecedentedly aged elf. His body was wrinkled inward, skinny, without strength, and his mind Greatly degraded, completely entering the end of life.

The elves could not accept that Varanel became like this.

They came here for his funeral.

That is, send him the last ride.

“Goodbye, Valanelle, my compatriots, may your body merge with the earth, and may your soul return to Qingshie,” said Caedaris.

Valanelle nodded slowly.

He knew that his own death had value.

In the future, elves will reach cooperation with humans, and everything will be a good result.

What a beautiful and unforgettable world…

Caedaris raised the blade high, then slashed down, killing Varanel.

The elves closed their eyes in advance, waiting for this to end.

They forgot the ugly old age of Varanelle at the end of his life, and resolved to remember his once youthful and handsome appearance forever.

Caedaris melted Valanael’s body and sent it into the dirt.

[End of This Chapter]