Something's wrong with my undead

As dusk fell on Ventus, Patrick, the anxious captain of the Son of Wind Guard, finally sensed a familiar breath.

Their Lord Windtalker flew out of the dim mountain valley with his two guests. The flashing signal light seemed to be his life-saving straw.

Patrick's heart finally settled down.

But before he could curiously ask Lord Windtalker what he had done, the latter rushed to him with an anxious look on his face.

"Quick, blow the hurricane horn!"

Patrick was stunned, then nodded.

His duty as a soldier made him instinctively choose to obey.

He took out a sky-blue crystal, spoke something to it, and then crushed it with force.

"Pass the order down, blow the hurricane horn!"

The sound pattern was replicated and spread by the wind pattern stored in the stone, turning into twelve gusts of strong wind that blended into the night and spread into the distance.

A few minutes later, a low whistling sound was heard from near and far, and in the blink of an eye, it became one.

It's like the terrifying howling of wind through the hall on a blustery night when your windows and door are left a crack.

This is Venus' highest level of warning, and the whistling of the wind that echoes through the mountains will tell every elf to leave their homes and go to the nearest gathering point.

The last time they used the Hurricane Horn was when the great beast tide came seventy years ago.

Hearing this, Patrick finally had the chance to ask:

"My Lord, if the Council asks..."

"Ventus is in danger, Patrick. We cannot afford to hesitate. I will explain to the parliament." Tielemans said sternly, "The soul barrier sold to us by the Veritas people has problems. A strange beast has already bypassed the barrier and infiltrated into the interior of this mountain, polluting Saksu's mind."

Patrick couldn't help but wonder: "Who is Saksu?"

"Saksu is the mountain heart of Mount Protokolai and an ancient nature spirit."

"Spirit of nature? Is the holy mountain really protecting us?" Patrick asked in surprise.

"That's it."

Tillemans couldn't help but answer bitterly.

In fact, after President Sa helped Renee to build up enough reputation with Saksu, Her Royal Highness the Princess did have some communication with this big guy.

But the results were not as optimistic as Tillemans expected.

From Saksu's perspective, both the elves living in his body and the strange beasts that quietly infiltrated the shallow layer of his mind were almost equally dirty.

Although the strange beasts are definitely more turbid in terms of turbidity, the former are far more numerous than the latter, and the pollution accumulated over the years is not much different.

In other words, Saksu does not think that there is any essential difference between the pollution caused by strange beasts and the pollution caused by wind elements.

So it is impossible for it to expel the strange beasts "for the sake of the elves".

If it had such a strong sense of territory, then the silver elf would have been expelled when it first made its home on it, and would not have waited until today.

Now even Mr. Sa is a little confused.

He only thought that there was a gap in charm between Renee and Heine, but he didn't expect the gap to be so big. Even if Renee was a "fairly interesting passerby", her reputation was not enough to be converted into Saksu's favorability and make the latter cooperate.

So he had to resort to a compromise.

Since we are going to treat everyone equally, then let’s do it to the end and eliminate them all together.

He tells Renee to tell Saksu that they will release Quiul and Destilak, and that upon seeing both of them, it will only need to sneeze.

Faced with this very simple request, Saksu agreed.

But before leaving, it begged Renee to perform "that".

As a last resort, the three princesses had to recite the advertising slogan again, which made Saksu exclaim "How powerful~ How powerful~ Damn~~", and then the three of them were sent out.

This time, she was prepared. She concentrated on experiencing what and how she was sent away from the Deep Stone Corridor.

After feeling the unrivaled spiritual power, she finally confirmed Saksu's identity as a nature spirit.

Moreover, she also realized what a difficult problem the Wind Sons of Ventus were facing.

...

Soon, the elves gathered in the square or at the mountain wind beacons in their respective areas, ready to listen to the announcement from Lord Windtalker.

"Sons of the Wind."

After a short delay, Tillemans' voice was carried by the wind to different areas and echoed across the mountains.

"This is an emergency. I'll make it short. Please ensure the following three things in the next ten minutes:

"First, you and your family stay together at this time. There is no eye of the storm near you - whether it is open or temporarily closed. Stay away from all eyes.

“Second, the mental barrier in the square you are in is activated and is running at maximum power. Stay away from all buildings.

“Third, and most importantly, no matter what happens next, do not leave your safe place.

“Then you will see how the Holy Mountain shelters us.”

Another ten minutes passed, and Tillemans took a deep breath and looked at Renee.

The latter activated the Windcaller Ring and released the two elemental beasts.

President Sa raised his hand and pointed, and the two of them happily went into the valley in the mountains and disappeared in the blink of an eye.

"I'm sorry to have to make you make such a sacrifice."

Tillemans apologized.

"Don't forget your promise." said Mr. Sa.

"I will." Windtalker nodded.

She agreed to follow the two to Macara to find the so-called "answer", which was the ultimate solution to help the silver elves and Saksu establish communication.

And how could Mr. Sa let the duck fly away...

The two pets were always his, he just let them return to the valley temporarily.

Once McCalla's network gets here, we can take them back.

As the light of the two beasts disappeared, a slight vibration came from under everyone's feet.

At first it was like an earthquake, then like a wave, and after violent ups and downs, a muffled thunder suddenly exploded from the ground!

boom--

All the eyeballs on Mount Putuo spewed out gray-black air currents at the same time, even those that were blocked for safety reasons.

The elves' seals and blockages are as fragile as paper in the face of this airflow!

Not only that, the violent shaking of the ground overturned rows of houses, and hideous cracks appeared between the remote eye of the storm, which also spewed out turbid air currents that floated into the air.

These gray air masses quickly gathered together, and the hazy gray light obscured the bright two moons, but one could vaguely see them wriggling, collapsing, and condensing into various twisted shapes, and then emitting an exasperated, rumbling roar.

This sound is exactly the same as the unusual movement that the Sons of Wind have heard in the past period of time!

Every elf looked up at this astonishing scene, from initial confusion to shock, then to fear, and finally turned into prayers to the Holy Mountain.

The merciful Holy Mountain enlightened their Windtalkers before the disaster was about to happen, allowing them to avoid it all.

What a great power and protection this is!

This common prayer merged into the barrier they were in, making its white light even holier and softer, like a materialized eggshell that firmly blocked the raging beasts outside.

After a brief confrontation, the strange beasts realized that this was a futile effort, so they simply rolled up a dark cloud and left in embarrassment.

After a brief silence, the crowd burst into cheers.

Everyone was praising the Holy Mountain, the Windtalker, and their courage and unity.

But Saksu knew nothing about this.

Because after that sneeze, it fell asleep.

...

Tillemans watched the scene quietly and clenched her fists unconsciously.

She was always shrouded in a feeling of powerlessness.

She neither discovered the infiltration of the strange beasts early on, nor did she have the ability to deal with this group of strange creatures.

No matter how hard she practiced, she couldn't shoot an arrow through a cloud like that.

More importantly, this is not the protection of the Holy Mountain.

Rather, it was a negotiation and transaction between two outsiders.

Everything that happened in this short half day seemed like a dream. Even though the dream ended happily, the sky was still shrouded in dark clouds.

The sound of noisy footsteps interrupted Tillemans's thoughts.

Turning around, I saw Patrick and the members of the city's parliament walking towards this side.

As the supreme wind talker, she does have the authority to blow the hurricane horn in an emergency, but every time she does so, she will be criticized by the parliament.

But this time, because things happened too quickly and too hastily, these MPs did not have the chance to reprimand Tillemans for her willfulness, and they had to turn the reprimand into praise, which was really difficult for them.

Although some houses were destroyed, compared with the result that no one was injured or killed and the power of the Holy Mountain was witnessed, this can no longer be described as a "profit".

This is simply a miracle!

Tielemans turned her head to look at Her Royal Highness the Princess, only to find that President Sa had already hidden himself with his men.