"General Taranas! Lord Aristophanes!"

When these rangers saw the incoming person, they stopped their movements, retracted their swords and returned to their sheaths, and the surging light gradually retracted into their bodies.

"How do you feel, Resar Hawksbill?"

The elf with short white and blonde hair looked up at Aristophanes: "Very good, Lord Lord, or I have never been so well. The power of the Holy Light fills my whole body. I can feel the strength of my body every day. Improved, and there is no such desire for arcane energy."

At this time, another long-haired elf interrupted: "In addition, the Holy Light also gives us more possibilities. Hawksbill is good at using two-handed weapons or long-handled weapons, so his Holy Light tends to burn and purify. , And I am better at using swords and shields, so the holy light is very heavy on me, it feels like..."

The elf hesitated, but Aristophane took the stubbornly: "Go on, Ashra Valandrell."

"It's like the Holy Light is conscious!" Valandre laughed when he finished speaking. "But this kind of speculation is totally untenable. After all, if the Holy Light is conscious, how could it be so easily affected by us? What is it used for?"

But the wizard mage didn't laugh. He knew that Naaru had something like a "holy light body": "Have you heard any sound after receiving the seed of holy light?"

Resal and Ashra looked at each other and shook their heads, but a female ranger behind them raised his hand: "Lord, I got some response when I tried to pray the night before."

When Hawkesbill heard it, he turned around: "When is this, Vuldana?"

"About three days ago, I saw Pastor Liadrin praying in the house at that time. I thought that prayer might be useful for us, so I went together."

"What response did you hear?"

Voldana Xuechen shook her head: "I can't remember, I can only hear a melodious, ethereal singing, and the next day I found that my affinity for the Holy Light has greatly increased."

"No wonder your strength has improved by leaps and bounds these days..." Ashra muttered to herself, "Does prayer really work?"

"Whether it works or not, it's always a good thing to improve your strength," Hawksbill shook his head. "It seems that we will have to set aside some time every day to pray with the pastors."

Before Aristophane spoke, Taranas directly rejected the rangers' ideas: "Wait first, have you ever thought about the impact and consequences of so many elven rangers who master the Holy Light next time?"

"Uh..."

"Don't forget how you got your holy light!" Taranas's tone was severe, with red scales faintly appearing on his neck, "Don't talk about you once it spreads, even Aristophanes Be implicated!"

"Okay, okay, Taranas," Aristophane saw the atmosphere solemnly, and said to relieve everyone, "Sooner or later, it will be exposed. It is better to let them integrate into the elves while they are small, and then declare to the public. They were inspired by the Holy Light."

Then the elf mage turned his head: "But I want to tell you that holy light is different from arcane art. Arcane art is more materialistic, the magic net power is real, holy light is more idealistic, prayer may be useful, but it affects the holy light The biggest thing is your own beliefs. I once saw a human warrior who reached your current level just after accepting the Seed of Holy Light.

Hawksbill and Valandrell shrugged and said that they knew that only Voldana Xuechen was lost in thought, as if he had received some revelation.

At this time, the backpack with the communication crystal on the waist of the elf mage shook. He looked at it and found that the communication came from the manager of the farm in the west, Saibi Serai, so he connected the crystal and went out.

"Well, let's stop here today." Taranas looked at the ranger in front of him and sighed. "I hope you can remember the words of the lord."

"Yes, General!"

On the other side, at a farm in the Sunshine Forest, Sybi Seret was nervously looking at the communication crystal in front of her. Behind her stood a few deer-shaped creatures. They were large and small, and males were magnetic. Watching the surrounding environment curiously.

"Ah, I got in touch, Lord Lord!"

"What's the matter, Sybi Seret?"

The Sybi Selete projection on the crystal swallowed: "Sir, I have come here with a group of horns... Dryads? Guardians of the jungle? That's how they call themselves, saying they are old acquaintances with you. "

"Old acquaintance? You pass the crystal to them and let me see."

Saibi Serei came to the door with the crystal in both hands. The guardian of the jungle headed slightly lowered his head: "Hello, spirit, have you contacted Aristophanes?"

"Remulos?"

"Ha, long time no see, Aristophanes." The guardian of the jungle noticed the mage projection on the crystal and waved his hand to say hello.

"Why are you here?"

"It was Master Ysera's order. She said that the Green Dragon might organize an activity to clear the Swamp of Sorrows. Then we might need the help of the children of the forest, so she sent us to help His Majesty. We are from the Emerald Dream. The portal from here, the trees here tell me that you are here to take root and grow, so I found an elf and asked."

"Master Ysera's order? Has something to do with cursing the swamp?" Aristophanes immediately thought of the Atahaka Temple located underwater in the eastern part of the swamp, but he did not focus on this, anyway, there was a green dragon. It shouldn't be his turn to worry about such a "mortal".

"Then what do you plan to do? Come to my territory to take a look or go directly to the swamp?"

"Do you welcome us there?" Remulos asked, "Miluen is here this time, she misses you very much."

"Well, I'll send someone to send you over, Sybi Seret!"

"Ah, my lord, I am here!"

"You inform Lor'themar Theron to send someone to lead these guests to the estuary, and then take a boat to Lineumoville!"

"Yes!"

In this way, Remulos and his party, led by the ranger sent by Lor'themar, passed through the canyon guarded by the ranger and arrived at the northern dock.

On the boat, Remulos and the others looked at the towers on the cliffs on both sides and the magic model slowly rotating above them~lightnovelpub.net~The light spots of five colors are slowly falling, like dreams and fantasy, in the sky Also floating with colorful lights, they had never seen such a magnificent sight.

"This is amazing..." Remulos murmured in admiration.

"What's amazing about this," Lunara curled her lips. She has been unconvinced since she was defeated by Aristophanes last time. "It's just a crude magic trick."

"No, Lunara, you don't understand," Remulos shook his head. "Look at the surrounding environment, is it very vibrant?"

The Dryad looked around, green shrubs and red maple trees were growing at the foot of the mountains on both sides, and small flowers of various colors were dotted among them, and a dark shadow flicked through the clear lake below. She nodded and agreed with Remulos’s statement, but the next words of Cenarion’s son surprised her: "But this place was still desolate when I visited last time. There are no such beautiful trees around this huge lake full of vitality. , All you can see is a dead silence, except for the dead trees, there are only mourning ravens."

Milun was kneeling and sitting on the side of the boat. Her right hand was gently plunged into the lake. A faint green light condensed on her hand. Many small fishes seemed to feel the moment when they came up. She immediately felt itchy right hand, softly. Laughed.

"Here we are, several people."

Following the tip of the boatman, they raised their heads and saw the pier in front of them and the hall behind it. The big purple tree had grown out of the dome at this time, shining in the sun.

Standing on the pier, the wizard mage looked at the Cenarion heirs who had just disembarked and said: "It's been a long time since I saw a few of them, welcome to Lineumoville, the place of life!"

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