Above the green trees, a cluster of dark green fog that looked like a dark cloud drifted close. Electric arcs were flashing inside, as if nature was angry.
The fog suddenly constricted and turned into a young wood elf who landed before Martha. His neck and his hands were full of complicated and mysterious patterns, like the shamans who were responsible for rituals in the ancient lost civilizations.
"Martha, repeat what you said just now. Did they accuse you of summoning demons?" Ferragond asked Martha directly without looking at Felipe, Jurisian, Heidi and the other sorcerers.
As he asked the question, the 'Felipe's Right Hand' and the weird veins on Martha's face all withered and fell to the ground like autumn leaves, decaying into mud.
Martha said angrily, "Just because of the Dance of Revenge and the essentials of every movement, they think that it's a summoning ritual! Is there such a simple and hilarious summoning ritual? "
Ferragond obviously knew about the Dance of Revenge. Lightning flashed in his eyes, and the air of the legendary druid was melted into the natural environment. Therefore, as he looked around, Jurisian, Felipe and Heidi felt that the trees below their feet were trembling, the air was shrinking, and the clouds were gathering. They felt that they were rejected by the whole world!
Under such pressure, even Alferris, the thick-skinned and heartless crystal dragon, found it hard to open its mouth. Therefore, Annick's rapidly changing gestures stopped, and Heidi couldn't help but take a step back and lean against the wall of the treehouse. Jurisian's forehead was covered in cold sweat. He tried to talk with a smile, but he could not squeeze out a smile at all.
The flesh on Felipe's broken wrist wriggled and grew out a new right hand that was covered in a layer of watery light, as if it had just been born in its mother's womb. His short hair fluttered backward as if he were faced with a violent tornado. His body was tightened and shivering, but he still held his head high and said, "There's … a book here."
Iristine, who was not pressured, hurriedly added, "The Congress has provided a book called Viken's Special Summoning Ritual, which is also about summoning primeval devils through simple and ridiculous rituals. Also, the author of the book is Viken, the King of Calamities, a legendary sorcerer in the past and the pope today!"
The Stroop Forest was located on the west coast of the Boundless Ocean. Although it was one kingdom away from Viken, which was at the border between the Kingdom of Holm and the Kingdom of Brianne, for legendary experts, such a distance was enough for them to call each other neighbors. Therefore, the elves, who had a long lifespan, were no stranger to Viken. After the Congress of Magic learned that Viken was the pope, the elves paid more attention to him.
"Viken's Special Summoning Ritual?" Ferragond narrowed his eyes and waved his hand, and a book in the hand of an elf flew to him.
The number one enemy of the Abhorrence Faction was human beings who destroyed nature, and the Saint Truth's belief was also based on human beings. Therefore, the Church was undoubtedly the enemy of the Nature Abhorrence Faction. The South Church, which had been trying to take over Nature's Heart and bring the elves under the light of the God of Truth, was even more of an asshole than the Congress of Magic for the Nature Abhorrence Faction.
Martha shouted in a high-pitched voice, "Mr. Ferragond, don't believe them! Who knows if it's really Pope Viken who wrote the summoning ritual? Who knows if the pope is Viken! "
Ferragond skimmed through the book and his face became solemn, "Although it's ridiculous, it's also mysterious and weird. I've read Pain Fable before. The story in it distorts all the good feelings and fills people with pain and hatred."
The elves, who had a long lifespan, had read a lot of books, but Viken's Special Summoning Ritual was too much like a kid's prank. Therefore, they had never paid much attention to it.
Iristine saw that Ferragond had changed his mind, so she also gave Martha's music notes to him, "Mr. Ferragond, you can compare them."
"Mr. Ferragond, they're slandering me!" Martha's lips trembled, and she kept repeating.
"It's a bit similar, but Martha's explanation is not wrong. It's not wrong to write the movements in detail." Ferragond was still defending Martha subconsciously, "We can't accuse her of summoning demons and being the source of the elvish tree's pollution. We have to do a deeper investigation."
"Yes, Mr. Ferragond, we're just suspicious. We hope that Ms. Martha can cooperate with us in the follow-up investigation." Iristine was relieved.
Martha shook her head vigorously, "Mr. Ferragond, they'll fabricate evidence! The Nature's Balance Faction wants to use human beings to attack us! "
Ferragond's face changed. He thought for a second and said, "Iristine, I don't trust human beings, so I'll interrogate Martha myself."
A smile appeared on Martha's face.
Felipe, Jurisian and the other sorcerers immediately felt that something was wrong. Who knew if Ferragond was on Martha's side?
Iristine felt that she was going to have a nervous breakdown. She did not trust Ferragond, and Ferragond did not trust human beings and the Nature's Balance Faction. No matter what the result of the interrogation was, it would not be convincing.
"I'll take Martha to the elvish tree for interrogation." Ferragond made the decision himself. Iristine wanted to stop him, but she hesitated and did not know what to say. She could not say, "Mr. Ferragond, we're also suspicious of you."
"Wait a second." At this time, a voice came from the sky again. Lankshear and Atlant slowly showed up. They came back in time!
Lankshear landed between Ferragond and Martha with a simple short bow made of twigs in his hand. "Ferragond, you're the leader of Nature's Abhorrence. I doubt that you can get anything out of Martha."
Seeing that Atlant was back, Heidi and Annick secretly heaved a sigh of relief. They seemed calm earlier, but facing a legendary expert was too terrifying. They felt that they would be swallowed by 'nature' if they were not careful.
Alferris took out a light green fruit from under its belly and sucked it into its mouth, comforting its wounded soul with the delicious food.
Ferragond glared at Lankshear angrily. "You suspect that I'm the mastermind?"
"It's not about suspicion, but simple avoidance. Ferragond, don't tell me you don't understand that, do you?" Lankshear had never been on good terms with Ferragond, so he was rather aggressive.
After a brief silence, Ferragond said, "Then let Her Majesty interrogate Martha. I don't trust you."
Lankshear did not mention Town of the Anonymous. He nodded. "Then I'll take Martha to the elvish tree."
Ferragond did not say anything. He snorted to show his dissatisfaction and acquiescence.
Lankshear turned around and walked to Martha. "You'll be interrogated fairly."
Hearing that, Martha suddenly burst into crazy laughter. On her dark green skin, patterns quickly grew and covered every inch of her exposed skin. In the meantime, her eyes became red and hollow. Devilish scales began to spread from the corners of her eyes to the bottom.
"Corruption and demonization …" The elves nearby were shocked.
"Demonic possession?" Felipe said in a low voice.
"Mr. Ferragond, run!" Martha cried miserably. "They've discovered the secret of the Dance of Vengeance!"
Hardly had she concluded her sentence when her body expanded and exploded. Countless pieces of flesh and blood arrived like the judgment of death.
Suddenly, dark green vines grew out of the ground and formed a cage, trapping Martha inside and stopping the splattering of flesh and blood.
The vines fell apart, but Lankshear opened his bow and aimed at Ferragond. He said word by word, "It's really you!"
"Me? Lankshear, you really want to slander me! " Ferragond was shocked a moment ago. After he came back to himself, his fury and hatred were beyond words.
A complete illusion of nature appeared behind Lankshear and then condensed into a green light on his bow. "Martha's last words have exposed you! Also, it was you who ordered the blockade of the Town of the Anonymous, and the possessed elves in the town were also your followers. Otherwise, we wouldn't have returned in such a hurry! "
"The human sorcerers' evidence is so clear. Ferragond, what do you have to say for yourself? Why did you betray us? Why did you pollute the elvish tree? "
The elves around found it hard to accept such a change. They were all dumbfounded, unable to believe that Ferragond was the culprit behind everything.
After hearing the words "the human sorcerers' evidence", Ferragond looked at Atlant, Felipe and the rest of them with hatred. The hatred accumulated in his heart for hundreds of years burst out completely. "So, it was you who wanted to kill me!"
"I want to see Her Majesty the Empress …" Before he could finish his sentence, he suddenly realized that something was wrong with his body. The hatred seemed to have solidified, and dark green scales began to grow on his skin.
"No!" Ferragond screamed miserably.
Iristine and the other elves murmured to themselves, "Demonized … Devil's projection … It's really Sir Ferragond …"
Lankshear said coldly, "Ferragond, accept your trial!"
He loosened his grip, and the condensed green light shot out.
The natural cycle of brewing, growing, spreading, flourishing, burning, decaying, decaying, burying, and brewing seemed to be contained in this arrow. The green vitality in the surroundings suddenly lost all its luster.
At this moment, Ferragond was hated by nature!
Ferragond, who was not prepared, was hit by the arrow. His body was immediately pierced through, and green branches grew out of his flesh.
Ah!
Ferragond screamed again, with intense hatred in his voice. Therefore, his body was blurred and expanded, and all his branches turned into weird withered vines that were covered in blood and flesh. They attacked Lankshear, Atlant and the rest of them back.
The forest immediately turned into a ball of flesh and blood!
Heidi and the rest of them were not hurt under Atlant's legendary defense, but when the flesh and blood disappeared, they discovered that Ferragond and Lankshear were both gone.
"Rest assured. Mr. Lankshear will definitely catch Mr. Ferragond … He's a Vengeful Hunter and best at tracking." Iristine comforted the other elves, her face pale.
… …
Heavily wounded, Ferragond fled in a hurry from Nature's Residence to the forest near the abyssal gap. He found a hidden cave and quickly treated himself, trying to get rid of the devil's projection in his body.
"How did this happen?" He shook his head in disbelief. "Why am I demonized?"
"Why? Why? "
Under the influence of hatred, he could barely control his feelings.
"Because you've learned 'Dance of Revenge'. Because you're full of hatred." A cold voice came from the entrance of the cave.
"Lankshear!" Ferragond was about to resist, only to discover that his strength could not be extended out at all when he resisted the devil's projection. His body became feeble as a result. In order to get rid of the situation, he had to give up his mind and let the devil dominate everything.
Leaning against the wall, he looked at Lankshear who strolled in. Looking at his golden hair that was dazzling in the sunlight, he asked in frustration, anger and confusion, "Why? Why?"
Looking at the position of the sun, Lankshear smiled. "There's still a while. When the plan on the other side comes to an end, it will be a success."
"On the other side?" Ferragond seized the time to get rid of the devil's projection. For a legendary expert, nothing could happen when he was affected by the projection — until he gave up his mind.
… …
"When the plan comes to an end, everything will go as we expected." The human-faced goat smiled gloatingly, when he saw Malfurion and the two legends flying close.
The dog head roared in a low voice, "I only want to eat them. Unfortunately, I have to pretend to fail and run away!"
"They're in range. Prepare to attack!" In a battle, the human-faced goat's head would never argue with the dog's head, in case he couldn't carry out his full strength.
Hardly had he concluded his sentence when he suddenly saw a silver pocket watch in the right hand of the young man who was wearing a double-breasted suit. The thin watch chain was connected to the button, emitting a dim light. The ticking sound could be heard clearly even at such a distance.
"What's this?" The human-faced goat's smile was frozen.
"Whatever it is!" The hound's head caused the entire Scarlet Plain to boil. Endless blood gushed out from the soil. Drops of filthy rain mixed with dark red dust poured down. Its body rapidly expanded, as if it was holding up the blood-colored sun in the sky!
Then, they heard a clear "crack" sound.
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