The Clamoring Hydra

The road from Swatheim to the atrium is located to the northwest of the atrium, not too far from the desperate Great Wall. The Great Wall is almost winter all year round because of the critical Jottenheim. In this case, in addition to the cypress, the only tree that can survive is only the big leaf privet. Trees such as camphor trees will have green leaves.

And now this leaf that appears in front of Hydera is not any kind of tree that is still green in winter, but... a leaf of poplar book.

Aspen is an extremely fast-growing tree. But the rapid growth does not mean the number, because the wood of the poplar is more fragile than the pine, oak and the like, and the hollow is also very susceptible to worms. Although the poplar is very drought tolerant, it does not mean that the poplar is hardy. Although it is not directly frozen to death like other plants, in order to survive, whenever it is autumn, aspen trees will drop large leaves.

In his previous life, Hydera lived in a compound in his childhood, surrounded by poplar trees. From autumn to autumn, the wind blew, and the golden leaves fell like raindrops, which impressed Hydera.

And now the leaf of the poplar that appeared in front of Hydera did not have the slightest yellow, and the green was dripping, just like the finger sprouts with the morning dew.

"Come with me." There was a girl's voice in the wind, although it was a request, but there was no slight tone in the words, and even a little indifference in the plain, as if to tell something that had nothing to do with yourself. thing.

"who are you?"

"Come with me."

"What do you want me to do in the past?"

"Come with me."

From beginning to end, the voice in the midst was only such a reply. No matter how Hyder asks, no matter how he seeks, there is no slight fluctuation in the surrounding air, and Hydera can only get the four monotonous answers of "come with me", even without any emotional confusion character.

It seems that he felt the dignity of Hydera, and in the eyes of this world's evil were some emotions similar to Hydera on the adhesive tape.

"Are you going?"

The evil of this world raised doubts, as far as the individual of this world is concerned, she is more inclined to choose to leave directly, because the way this voice appears is too weird, symbiotic with Hydera, under the control of Hydera, She has the senses shared with Hydera. But even so, she did not feel the slightest abruptness and discomfort. She even said that until now, she didn't know where this voice came from.

Hydera obviously didn't choose to give up because of this kind of thing. After a long silence, he looked at the green leaves in front of him, and then nodded gently.

"Then go."

Hearing Hydera's answer, the verdant leaf floating in the cold winter wind floated up and down for a moment. Then, accompanied by the wind fluttered to the other side of the channel.

It was a wall, to be precise, a wall made of tree roots. Because the existence of this world grows on the "world tree". The road from the atrium to Swatheim is essentially the gap between the roots of the trees. Coupled with the excavation of the dwarves, this formed the road. And on both sides of the road are the roots of the world tree-this is indestructible. At least in Hydera's impression, the only branch of the world tree left behind was Gungnir in Odin's hands.

With the flying leaves, the roots on the side suddenly began to tremble violently. After the tremor was over, the wall of the road that had been sealed to death appeared a passage that could accommodate one person.

Hydera is not a fool, nor a fool. Seeing this scene, now Hydera has vaguely guessed who the caller himself is...

Thinking, instead, Hydera's heart was slightly relaxed, and he walked straight into the passage without hesitation.

The passage is very long, and every time Hydera takes a step, the road behind him will be blocked. In the same way, every time Hydera takes a step, the closed roots in front will be opened one by one. The feeling is like walking in the reed field in midsummer. But unlike reeds, reeds are fragile, and the world tree... At least Hydera doesn’t think he has the ability to destroy it completely—confidence is a good thing, but arrogance is hard to say.

There is no sun and moon, so Hydera can't judge how long he has gone. Finally, as he took the last step, Hydera saw some dazzling, or even some dazzling sunlight. The green leaves returned to the treetops again under the traction of the wind, swaying gently, as if never falling,

Unlike other parts of Northern Europe, it is very warm here. The ground is covered with green grass and small white flowers, and the clear and translucent spring water flows out of the spring eyes on the side. In the middle is the trunk of the magnificent world tree, shone through the leaves and shattered like sunlight.

There are four people sitting under the tree. Three of the four people are adult women.

The first one, holding an ancient pen knife in his hand, carved the Nordic script from the Rune runes on the dried tree. The second one is weaving a fishing net that is as thin as a gauze—but probably because of carelessness, a few small bumps have been added to the net. And the third woman was serving a little girl with no heart in mind.

After seeing Hydera's arrival, the face of the little girl in the emerald green dress was still full of blandness. The long curly pale green hair hangs down to her calf, it seems precisely because of this, the third woman is taking care of her hair.

"Hedra is here."

The little girl said so, and after hearing the little girl's words, the woman holding the pen knife beside her nodded, and then continued to sketch on the tree. That feeling is like a historian beside the emperor, recording everything in the past with no details. In the same way, after hearing the little girl's words, the hand of the woman who was spinning the fishing nets shook gently. This made the original fishing net neat, and once again there was a small pimple. The only thing that hasn't changed, should be the third one, the woman who is taking care of the little girl's hair... She is still serving the young girl with a heartless mind.

"Who are you." There is no question, because when he saw this scene, Hydera had already affirmed who the little girl was.

"Cosmic Tree God, Uktra Hill."

The girl looked at Hydera's eyes quietly.

"You can also call me... World Tree."