Arcane splendor begins with the throne

Chapter 78 The Elf Leader
The morning light slowly opened the curtain, everything was quiet, and there was a glimmer of light on the eastern horizon, carefully infiltrating the light blue sky.

The moist wind sweeps gently, caresses everything slightly, and then goes away quietly. The pale daylight also occupies every corner, painting the forest with a layer of dreamy color.

Brian's figure appeared in the vibrant tree spirit hall, where the oppressive and ominous silence was no longer there, just like in his childhood memory, the former prosperity was restored again.

A large number of small animals and birds run and play carefree in the forest.

Insects buzzed and fluttered, lizards rustled underfoot, beetles gleamed iridescently, spiders crawled through dewy webs, woodpeckers pecked at tree trunks, grouse chirped...

Brian stopped involuntarily, closed his eyes lightly, let the rich natural breath gently float over his cheeks, and raised his messy hair.

A cool breeze blew past gently, and the old oak trees gently swayed their lush branches and leaves, making a rattling sound.

In a trance, Brian seemed to feel the dryad girl's breath caressing his cheeks. That soft and warm feeling silently aroused his haunting obsession.

For a moment, a plan to live in seclusion here for a long time suddenly appeared in his heart.

This absurd thought startled him, and he soon realized that it was probably influenced by the remaining natural will, subtly changing his view of the natural world.

Then he patted his head vigorously to get rid of all distracting thoughts in his mind, and walked out of the temple with firm steps.

Brian walked through the woods on an uneven path, and the twilight of the morning sun cast on this ancient and unfamiliar forest. The rose-colored morning light seemed to remind him of something, so he turned and looked back involuntarily.

He saw the sunlight slanting down through the gaps in the white clouds, just reflecting on the tallest oak tree in the center of the temple.

Brian couldn't help but feel remorse for his subconscious.

He could clearly see that even the new shoots from the old roots on the withered oak tree were withered, without a single green branch, and without a single leaf, like an old twisted tree deformed by disease, silent and soundless, in harmony with the surrounding Flowers and green grass look out of place.

Brian sighed heavily, bowed deeply to the withered oak tree, and then continued on without looking back.

With a heavy heart in the mist, he waded through the clear stream and through the lush woods, toward a tall archway where the trees twisted and grew.

Suddenly, there was a loud eagle's howl from the sky. The sound was sharp and ear-piercing, which made his eardrums hurt.

Brian raised his head slowly, following the sound with thoughtful eyes.

A white eagle horse flapping its streamlined wings fell from the sky and landed in front of him. The piercing sound of piercing the air raised dust mixed with rotting leaves, shaking the branches and leaves.

The hippogriff has the wings and front claws of an eagle, the hind legs and body of a horse, and what appears to be a combined head of two animals, with a long, soft mane as smooth as if woman's hair.

Sitting on the gorgeous saddle on the hippogriff's back was an elf man of indeterminate age.

He has the same loose long hair as the Hippogriff, but wears a gleaming Mithril mask on his face. His black eyes, as sharp as eagles, are embedded in the cold mask, like bright stars.

Looking at the elf man on the saddle, Brian's expression tightened, and he instinctively wanted to distance himself from him.

Thankfully, though, his legs were rock solid and unmoving.

He overcame the fear in his heart, raised his head bravely, and stared coldly at the pair of eyes that once seemed like a nightmare to him in childhood.

once!Brian warned himself heavily in his heart.

Appearing in front of his eyes was none other than the Elven King Adran El Adonis.

That is, the elder brother of the elf mother he has never met, his blood uncle.

But Brian has never felt this kind of family affection from the beginning to the end, and naturally he will not admit this relationship that he instinctively wants to reject.

Brian looked directly at the head of the elves of the 'Starflower' El Adonis family.

He couldn't help recalling a cry that impressed him deeply in his mind: as long as there are oak trees in the Holy Land of elves, we will fight to the last tree, the last elf!
The elf leader, Adlan, did not dismount. He gently stroked the mane on the hippy's head, and looked down at Brian in the attitude of a soaring eagle, without any emotion in his eyes.

He was the first to break the silence: "Have you met?"

The elf leader's voice was very hoarse and deep, as if he had deliberately lowered his volume, making a harsh sound of metal scraping.

However, it is not.

Brian's memory drifted involuntarily to 15 years ago.

At that time, he had just turned ten years old, but he was taken away from the temple at the age of five as Grandma Verantha fell asleep.

He lived alone in the territory of the El Adonis family, and he endured heavy training that did not belong to this age group every day.

As the person involved, he remembers very clearly.

On a night as dark as ink, a tiger's howl resounding through the sky suddenly woke him up from his sleep.

When he realized something, he was held tightly in his arms by an iron-like arm without any resistance.

It was a night of bloody killings.

In the wildly changing night in the forest, he was held in the arms of this intruder without warning, holding a sword in one hand, and forcibly fought a bloody path from the elf's territory.

All the blockers fell to death in a pool of blood, only the elf leader in front of him survived with two wounds on his face and neck.

In fact, Brian was very grateful in his heart that he was taken away from the holy land of elves and came to the palace of Tigrila.

But knowing the threat of the ancient evil, like a canary, he only stayed in that cage-like palace for five years, and then returned here again, just waiting for the day when Granny Verantha woke up.

He returned to Blackman for the second time and has been living in the temple.

This elf leader never showed his face once from the beginning to the end, which made him feel very lucky.

After all, it is better to ask this living fossil directly than to spend a long time traveling all corners of the world to find a way to leave.

Unfortunately, things backfired. He didn't wait for the day when Veranthor woke up, and he could only leave regretfully.

He also sometimes wondered how his future destiny would go on without the threat of the ancient evil.

At least he will not take the initiative to step into the vortex of elves and humans, Brian thought to himself, fortunately after today, he will have nothing to do with everything here.

Afterwards, he recollected the meaning of Adlan's words, silently mourned for a while, and said indifferently: "This has nothing to do with you."

After Brian finished speaking, he began to guess in his mind the purpose of the other party's sudden visit, and at the same time, he was also thinking about how to leave.

There was no emotion in the icy mask of the leader of the elves, and he sat as still as a statue of white marble on his hippogriff.

Hearing Brian's answer, he didn't answer.

He just stared at him with deep eyes, raised his head again, and stared thoughtfully at the hazy withered oak tree behind him, and everything in this misty forest temple, even a spider spinning a web Did not let go.

(End of this chapter)