Dust of History: The battle is coming (Part 1)

In the middle of the Whispering Forest, next to the Sunwell, there is a huge tree, so big that it is almost impossible to believe that it is a giant tree.

Under the tree, in the well with a few thick roots, the well water that was originally shimmering is now only the bottom shallow layer. Both the well water and the boundless divine power contained in it were used as nutrients to feed the growth of this huge tree.

It is indeed growing. Every branch of this tree is growing at a slow speed like a snail, thickening, growing, and sending out new branches and leaves. But this kind of speed is reflected in the trees, it seems that it can't be described as slow, and it can't even be called fast, it can only be said to be a little weird.

Just growing at this speed for just a whole day, the ancient war tree sapling that was originally shrunk down to the size of a larger treant has now become a huge tree with a diameter of more than half a mile. But this is not over yet, and it will take about a whole day for the Elven War Ancient Tree to fully grow.

One day later, the divine power of the Sunwell will be restored, combined with the power of the Ancient War Tree, the Forest of Whispers will not show weakness even in the face of any force on this continent, and the elves will have enough power Capital that can negotiate with any force.

The Whispering Forest has almost completely changed its appearance now. The elves have almost moved the entire Tulaleone Forest here. Although there is no way to move the tree house, but in this holy place of the family where elemental magic is abundant, the spells of the elf mages are almost doubled. But a day later, a huge settlement was opened up in the Whispering Forest almost according to the pattern of Tula Leon.

These tasks are directed by several other elf elders. Luya looked at the bustle in the distance below from the ancient war tree and couldn't help smiling, her long silver hair fluttering in the wind. Star pupils flicker and bend like a moon. Her smiling face is not like a flower, no matter what kind of flower it is, it is impossible to show half of her smiling face.

She was the only one among the elves of the Whispering Forest that had been passed down for tens of thousands of years. The elves who are rising here now are the strongest. Although they have lost those ancient and rigid traditions, they have gained new power and hope in exchange.

Yes, it must be like this. Even if Mafa sees such a change, she will readily accept it. Luya is very sure.

I don't know if it's because I went out and practiced in the world. Her current state of mind is already more keen on how to develop and control the things in her hands better. The female prime minister he saw in the royal capital was actually the person he had dreamed of. This is what she knew from the stories she heard later on the journey. His actions to rescue her alone among tens of thousands of troops had long been It has become a story that no one knows.

The shrewd and capable demeanor and demeanor of the female prime minister greatly affected her, which made her feel a little envious and jealous. In front of such a human woman, he was as naive and innocent as a child.

You must be mature, capable, and strong enough. She kept saying this to herself after she left the capital.

This is also the reason why after she saw Yabin and Aiyimei, she sent the two Pegasus knights to visit the Tower of Fangs. In fact, elves have far stronger magical talents than humans, but very few people in the clan practice elemental magic. There has never been a magic learning condition in this regard. And if there is a good relationship with the Tower of Fangs, it seems to be beneficial.

"Elder Luya. There are very strong elemental fluctuations approaching from the south. The strong magic fluctuations seem to be stronger than the three necromancers last time." On the tallest branch The elf patrol reported loudly that there was a magic circle under him for scouting.

"What?" Luya was taken aback. She immediately asked loudly: "Can the magic circle that detects the atmosphere be activated now?"

"Okay, but it can only be used once. And using it at this time seems to slow down the growth rate." The two elves on the other side replied. Even if the ancient war tree has not yet grown completely. But some special magic circles and functions on the ancient tree are already available.

"It doesn't matter, open it immediately."

Two elves recited mantras around a branch, and then a scene surrounded by mist appeared among the branches. On the very edge of the scene, hundreds of overlapping light spots are moving towards the center, more than a hundred of them are bright red, and dozens of them are gray.

The two elves identified each other and shouted loudly: "There are more than a hundred senior magicians, about fifty of them... I don't know if they are puppets or elemental creatures..."

The hundreds of senior magicians from the south should be the people from the Tower of Fangs, right? They responded so quickly? Luya felt a little uneasy in her heart, a hundred senior magicians came in such a hurry. This doesn't seem like a gesture of congratulations.

"Quickly stop letting the Ancient War Tree absorb the well water." Luya yelled, and quickly walked towards the magic figure that detects the formation of atmospheric magic.

On the graph, the red light spot is almost close to the range representing the Whispering Forest. And the leading spot of light is very red and very large, almost like a large drop of boiling blood.

The Forest of Whispers is now visible. Master Aiden's face, which was flying at high speed, was still as cold as ice, but his eyes were already reddened by the desire and killing intent below. Some are like two big drops of boiling blood.

"The Forest of Whispers is there. Master Aiden, you are the one who negotiated with them first and asked them to hand over the things..." A magician next to him said.

Master Aiden did not speak, did not pause. With a wave of his hands, the white thunderball flew out of his hands and shot straight into the forest.

With a loud explosion, the two trees on the edge of the forest became two stumps and a sky full of debris under the thunderstorm~IndoMTL.com~ Master Aiden smiled, his eyes became redder. Sure enough, the enchantment of the Sunwell is temporarily useless.

"All come up with me." Master Aiden said coldly, his figure suddenly pulled up, and he came to the high altitude of the Whispering Forest.

Not all the mages followed, only a dozen mages from the Tower of Qi followed Master Aiden, and the rest stopped outside the Forest of Whispers. They felt that this forest was unusual, and Master Aiden's behavior already made them feel a little strange.

"Master Aiden, the magic fluctuations in the forest below are very strange, should we ask first..." the two magicians behind Aiden asked.

Master Aiden spoke, but he did not speak, but a simple ancient language of magic. At the same time, his hands continued to draw magic runes in front of his face, and the strong magic aura continuously swirled around his body, outlining the magic runes one by one, and then dissipating into the air immediately.

The expressions of the two healers behind him changed. Only they know the extent of this master of air magic's magic, and what surrounds his body now is the purest wave of air magic. Even the top-level thunder and storm bullets can be easily released in his hands like the lowest-level fireball technique. Now what is the magic energy that requires slowly chanting incantations?