Surviving The Fourth Natural Disaster Chapter 622: Sacred Site and Statue of the Elven Father

Alessio pinched his waist and looked up at the figure of his wife who had gone away again, and couldn't help but sigh. Today's Liz is really enjoyable, so many interesting things can be directly involved in.

He turned his head to look at Hill, his eyes paused slightly: "I'll go fish for you!"

"I'll do it myself." Hill said quickly.

"Silverfish are used to my smell, changing people will affect their state. If you are scared of this kind of fish, they will not eat for many days." Alessio waved his hand and seized the time to fish for Hill The fish went.

However, after catching a fish, he couldn't help touching the fish with his hands over and over again and began to ponder.

Hill knows that this scholar who is very sensitive to vitality has discovered a large amount of vitality in silverfish. A normal druid's natural blessing will never increase the vitality of fish in the water like Hill. .

However, because Hill still has water magic and the blessings of the sun and the moon, and in his heart, the definition of nature has always been very broad, ranging from the sun and the moon to underground fungi, and even some bacteria in the microscopic state , are all defined by him within the scope of nature, so his natural blessing can almost catch up with the incarnation of the father of nature.

In Toril, it is estimated that only the father of the oak, who regards nature as a whole from the heart, can be so comprehensive when releasing the blessings of nature.

Although many archdruids who believe in the father of the oak tree can also do this, they gradually understand this truth after practicing, but the magic they comprehend is difficult to change. Divided into plant type and animal type, even many druid blessings will bypass beasts.

After all, druid is a more idealistic profession, as long as the mind slips down, it will be difficult to climb up again.

Hill smiled lightly. Anyway, he has taken biology class, and the definition from macro to micro is almost his common sense.

Alessio glanced at Hill with a weird expression, but quickly restrained his expression, bent down and began to fish in the water: "Now I can give you a little more, your natural blessing is amazing Really easy to use.

I picked 50 of each male and female for you, it's best to keep them for a while before you start eating them.

When you want to eat fish, try to choose fish that have not been paired successfully. This kind of fish is very picky about its partner. Once paired, if the partner dies, it will not breed again.

I won't give it to you if the pairing is successful. This fish is very picky. If you change the environment after getting married, the female fish will delay for a long time before laying eggs again.

Thanks to you, by spring, all the whitebaits here will probably be able to enter the breeding season, which is really a rare bumper harvest.

This is really good. At that time, it can be distributed to those stunted newborns in the forest. Since the opening of Hell's Gate, there are not many healthy children in the highest forest. "

Alessio took the trouble to popularize the common sense of whitebait breeding to Hill again, and Hill could only pick them up one by one and put them into the pendant in silence.

The spirit of the oak tree is ready, but Hill just doesn't understand how Alessio is sure that he is ready for the feeding conditions of the whitebait.

Is it possible that this part-time pastor scholar has some predictive ability?

In fact, Alessio only saw that the pendant on Hill's neck no longer glowed, so he asked tentatively. Since the archmage didn't show any embarrassment at all, he must be ready!

The sky gradually darkened, and the afterglow of dusk shone with the last light. Liz rode the wind and landed directly beside the two who were about to go back to rest after the handover.

"Alai~ Hill~ Moss is really useful!" Liz's big eyes were shining with joy, "The captain of the guard said that the communion festival will be held today!

Sill, you can come too~ As long as you are of elven blood, even if you are not a follower of Corellon, you can participate in the Holy Communion Festival.

Not only the captain of the guard, but all of our team members hope that what happened today can get Corellon's attention. "

Liz looked at Hill solemnly: "This is an invitation in the name of the Sword of Evereska. I hope that Mr. Hill can participate in today's Ratauquil Festival celebration as a distinguished guest.

May the blue crescent moon rise over the sanctuary. "

Hill was stunned for a moment, and then answered cautiously: "Of course I would like to appreciate the joyful song when the sky blue stars shine."

Liz and Alessio laughed together, and they knew that Hill had definitely received the oldest inheritance from the golden elves. This kind of prayer calling for Corellon's attention is no longer known to the elves. said.

It's a pity that their temptation failed, and Hill, a descendant of God, really didn't believe in Corellon.

Lis was a little disappointed, but this was considered normal among the elves. Some half-elves who obeyed order did not quite agree with Corellon's concept. They didn't like that kind of random chaos.

After thinking about it, Hill bid farewell to Liz temporarily, and planned to go back to the Magic Tower to change into a formal dress. The black magic robe he was wearing was not suitable for appearing at the New Moon Sacrament Celebration.

Hill knows that most of the elves today will wear sky-blue dress robes, so he had better avoid all blue robes, otherwise when the elves dance and sing, he dressed in the same dress will just stare blankly It's too silly.

He looked at the closet in the bedroom and thought for a while: Black and blue cannot be worn. If Corellon is really attracted, the angels around him will probably wear it. After all, it is God who descended this time. The body of the kingdom, Corellon, who officially appeared, is always accompanied by singing and dancing winged angels.

After Hill pushed away the robes of three colors, he was embarrassed to find that he had only a few to choose from. Most of the robes of other colors were bought from the undead. Perfect, that's all right, but... at the party of the elves, if you don't want to get too many invitations to have a good time, you'd better dress conservatively.

Especially because this is a follower of Corellon, with a main **** like the father of elves, it is conceivable that most of them are both male and female, and they are unscrupulous.

"Sir, you can choose the camel-colored robe. Although it is also from the undead, the style is very traditional." Liszt looked at it for a long time, and finally couldn't help talking.

Even if Martha is not here, you should ask yourself about this kind of thing, right? No matter how unfamiliar with matching, I am better than Hill's mindless way of finding!

Hill hesitated and took out the robe. The fashion of the undead has always been complete with shoes and accessories. This suit happened to be made of sky blue metal, no wonder Liszt would recommend it.

Moreover, it looked like it was packed very tightly. Although the robe inside was very slim, there was a wide cloak outside. He nodded in satisfaction, and hurried to take a shower and change.

Using a sky-blue hair chain to fasten his long golden hair, Hill thought for a while, and pinned the hairpin that Fran made for him in his hair.

When he fell to the ground, Liz and Alessio also changed into fluffy blue tulle robes, Hill... Hill was a little suffocated.

He encouraged himself: Elves are a race that doesn't like restraint, but a race that likes to show their sexiness. No matter what they see, it's best to keep a deadpan face!

Anyway, Liz and Alessio still have a pair of aprons in the key parts. Although they are relatively thin, wearing them is better than not wearing them! Moreover, the silver crescent moon embroidery on their bodies is very thick, covering a lot of scenery.

Hill, trying to keep calm, followed Liz, who was excitedly jumping three times, to the highest peak of the Star Mountain Range, and then stopped on a platform halfway up the mountain.

Most of the elves have fallen. Fortunately, Hill has given himself a psychological construction all the way. There are indeed many elves who choose not to be bound by anything. The key parts are covered by crescent patterns, but the elves like to jump and jump, even standing on big rocks, but they don't cover anything.

However, as Hill expected, even though the styles were different, most of the elves wore sky-blue robes, with silver or mithril crescent moon pendants hanging on their foreheads or silver chains around their necks.

Sure enough, most of the Star Mountains are priests or priests of Corellon, otherwise, not everyone can wear such a sky blue gauze robe.

Soon, the cliff in front of the platform they were standing on opened up, and a wrought iron gate made of ivy and roses blooming all year round appeared in front of everyone.

Silver-blue light shone inside the gate, and the elves began to walk in in twos and threes.

"Let's go~" Liz greeted Hill happily, "As long as there is elven blood, Corellon's holy land will be allowed to enter, and even the camp is not picky. In the past, when the High Forest was still good, even There are demon elves and dark elves who came to worship at night!"

Hill smiled and walked in behind.

Although they were indeed invited as honored guests~IndoMTL.com~, the elves didn't intend to do any entrance ceremony at all, and even they themselves behaved very casually.

This is completely different from the celebrations in human society. Hill is a little interested, as long as his eyes move quickly.

Entering the gate, there is a row of tall columns decorated with ivy and roses, but after walking down the stone path, it is a round valley where you can see the stars and the silver moon above your head.

A large number of trees and plants are woven into the stone walls and decorative stone pillars, magic fountains are scattered around, and the ground is also soft grass for people to sit and lie down on.

A magnificent dome of green-veined marble woven into the forest canopy stands in the foreground, and below it stands the statue of Corellon: the elf-creator of extraordinary beauty traditionally depicted with a thin face, sky-blue eyes, and a straight nose , with narrow and seductive eyes, he wears armor and carries a slender long sword. The delicate tiara adorns the forehead of Alvado's crowned king, and the statue exudes a sense of calm and contentment.

Sill thought about the real Corellon he saw in Aglaia City, and then looked at this extraordinarily serious statue, feeling that the elves were a little deceiving themselves.

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