Chapter 483 140. This is the morning light
The Druid Avengers entered the area where saplings were planted, while Annan stayed outside.
He did not expect that these words and scenes would make the Druid Avengers change... They have experienced too much in the long years, and their thinking has long been fixed.
Just as magical images are popular among nobles, older nobles still have a special liking for stage plots. At least none of the young nobles read it once a day, and even the mole next to Evelin's collarbone was clearly remembered.
Annan only hopes to change the attitude of the Druid Avengers. They will win if they let Liberty City go. On top of this, it is best to seek some benefits.
The old orc and the orc druid who were left behind rushed over, and the old orc's words changed from orc language to common language: "We are all from the Melun Highlands. I thought he was a member of the Black Horn tribe."
"You did a good job." Compared with the lack of candor of other druid avengers, the orc druid was similar to Gemma: it stuffed the root to Annan, patted its head and said: "I did it before I'm rude to you, so you call me back."
Annan didn't intend to cause trouble for himself, and he didn't think the previous conflict was offensive - if the orc was polite, he would peel off its face and look inside. What is it.
"Is this your weapon?"
Annan weighed the root of the tree. It was heavier than it looked, probably close to twenty pounds... The thick side was still stained with dry matter. of blood stain.
"My weapons are stained with the dirty blood of countless ratmen!" the orc druid said proudly.
"How many ratmen have you killed with this tree root?" Annan asked while looking at Michael, thinking that the two of them could exchange their experiences.
"At least dozens of them!"
"What about yesterday?"
The orc druid was stunned there, as if the communication was beyond its ability to understand.
"Do you know why I am called the uncrowned rat-hunting champion?" Annan handed the tree root to the orc druid and casually rubbed his sticky hands on the mage's robe.
"A rat-hunting champion?"
"I killed tens of thousands of ratmen in one day in a state of extreme rage."
The orc druid grinned and laughed. Fangs: "I don't believe it... you are short and have no muscles."
"But I have magic."
"Spells don't count."
"You are also a Druid."
Annan also plans to use orc druids to convince other foreign races in the future: Why can't all races be integrated? Orcs can be druids!
"I didn't use the power of nature." The orc waved the roots proudly, which it knocked out one by one with the roots.
“Do you prefer to hit them on the forehead or on the back of the head?” Michael couldn’t help it.
Annan left the two of them and approached the druids.
The two groups of druids abandoned their conflicts and prejudice against Annan. The power of nature spread with their spells, and these saplings that had just sprouted grew vigorously at a speed visible to the naked eye.
Annan wishes they could all join Liberty City, where the wheat can mature ten times a year. With inexhaustible food and a floating city... Annan will have a free city that will never fall!
When the vast saplings at the foot of the mountains took the shape of a forest, the druids stopped.
Annan expressed his gratitude to them. No matter what, it is always worthy of respect to contribute to the preservation of nature - especially if people in this world do not realize this.
"Go back and tell Ingrid to prepare a banquet for the druids at the city lord's palace... in the name of Mr. Treebeard."
The tree man druid accepted Annan's kindness, and the bark elf No: "We are about to leave."
The good news is that they have given up revenge on Liberty City, the bad news is that they are leaving.
"At least you have finished the banquet..."
"At least we have finished the banquet..."
Annan and Gema said in unison.
The bark elf looked at the cowering Gema with disappointment, and sang a long poem in a low voice:
"In the deep forest."
"Isolated from the world. The druid,"
"With the flame of vengeance in his heart," "For the lost nature and balance,"
"Challenge the darkness."
The centaurs and other Druid Avengers chanted along, and the forest in the distance seemed to resonate:
"Tears turned into morning dew,"
"Blood turned into misty rain,"
"Dedicate the pain to nature."
"Let pain be the power of revenge,"
"Let the flame of revenge burn into the dark corners,"
"Let The seeds of betrayal and darkness have nowhere to hide.”
The roar of the orc druids overwhelmed everyone, and Treebeard looked at these former companions with complexity.
"In the morning light, the Druid put down the flame of revenge,"
"Returned to the embrace of the forest,"
"Living in harmony with nature,
"Waiting Next late night. "
Annan exhaled and came back to his senses from the long poem that was unspeakable and seemed to be a natural breath: "In the morning light, the Druid put down the flame of revenge... It is the morning light now, isn't it? ? ”
"You should take a rest. It's safer here than outside." Treebeard said.
The last thing that made the bark elf choose to stay was the centaur's persuasion: "Yolanta, stay."
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With the help of Da De Next, the maid Abby and the borrowed cook prepared a Druidic dinner before dusk - just vegetables, berries and juice.
When Annan looked at the orc druid, the orc druid also looked at Annan.
"Do you want to eat some meat?" Annan asked it quietly.
"Short Lord, you are offending a druid..." The orc's voice was softer than ever.
"What I mean is, do you want to eat some meat of a guy who hurts nature to relieve the anger of hatred?"
"I would be most happy!"
Annan beckoned Come to the maid Abby, whisper a few words to her, and then point to the orc druid.
After the maid Abby left, Annan glanced at the small banquet hall of the City Lord's Mansion. Itilia, Ingrid, Bronzebeard, and the old orc all attended the banquet.
Unexpectedly, the Druid Avengers were not so disgusted with the eldest sister - Annan looked at Itilia, and then at the equally gentle half-man deer, and he had the answer in his heart.
"Can you tell me your name? Beautiful lady." Annan took the initiative to chat up the half-man deer.
"Selana, hello, Mr. Annan."
Serana has a pair of gentle and deep amber eyes, which are always filled with a deep feeling. His care and love seem to be able to penetrate into the deepest part of people's hearts. When you see her eyes, you will feel a kind of tranquility and serenity, as if all the troubles have disappeared.
The beautiful antlers bend back gracefully, wearing a close-fitting garment woven from leaves and branches in the forest, outlining the deer's unique smallness and lightness.
When Annan talks to Serana, he won't know that she is the real reason for the Druid Avengers to give up.
The elves are the elves of the world, and the deer people are the elves of the forest. Serana can know everything from the trees.
(End of this chapter)