The Death Knell

The ancient language used by the children of the forest is a very special language. It requires a lot of chest and abdominal strength to pronounce it, and almost all of it is accented. It sounds cadenced, as crisp and powerful as the intersection of weapons.

While communicating with his compatriots, Ye Zi showed the bread in his arms and pointed at the two humans behind him.

After a while, she distributed the butter bread to everyone, and then began to organize a sacrificial ceremony to offer sacrifices to the old gods represented by the giant weirwood trees.

Dozens of children of the forest sang songs around the big tree, singing about the forest and the earth. The simple and bold language and the distant music complemented each other. The singing was so magnificent and beautiful.

Hermione looked at the scene of those little people holding hands and forming a big circle, swinging around and singing with their eyes closed, and whispered to the professor:

"If Dumbledore could come here, he would definitely be moved to tears, because I have a very subtle illusion now, as if someone is telling a story of suffering to my heart."

She rubbed her face, raised her head to look at the sky covered by red leaves, blinked her eyes quickly, and controlled her heartbeat.

"It's not an illusion, it's really the trees that are telling you about the suffering of this land." Su Ming took out a cigarette and held it in his mouth, watching the musical performance: "This is the method used by the Sons of the Forest to preach, to let people's spirits rise. Temporarily connected to the trees and thus exposed to a little bit of the transcendent level, of course the ignorant medieval people immediately knelt down, thinking that it was God speaking to them."

As a person with an It's like singing "Big Forest", but it's very similar to "so hard that the lyrics burn your mouth".

"Is it intentional?"

Hermione immediately became alert. While activating Occlumency to isolate all emotions, her beautiful eyebrows also furrowed.

"Don't be nervous, they did it unintentionally. Just like bees collecting nectar, they also help spread pollen. The children of the forest are indeed very simple. Singing and dancing are also their hobbies." Deathstroke lowered his head, lit the cigarette, and took a puff. : "However, there are too many coincidences in this ritual. Maybe there are arrangements from the old gods behind it. After all, this race is a creation of gods."

"That's why I hate the existence of ancient gods, old gods, alien gods and the like." Hermione curled her lips speechlessly. She rubbed her hair, making the soft brown ends a little messy: "A If you are not careful, you will fall into a big pit like the one hundreds of thousands of years ago, and the gap caused by the first-mover advantage is too big."

Su Ming smiled and helped her smooth her hair, and looked up at the aurora revealed among the leaves: "When dealing with gods, you need to use your brain more, but don't worry, the old gods in this world are extremely weak now, and it is already the age of the seven gods. ”

As he said that, the professor was about to use strangulation to transmit some information about the Seven Gods to her. However, the smart Hermione immediately shrank her neck and dodged aside. Even though she was a magician, she was usually quite smart, but she seemed to be like Deathstroke. A brain like a computer that can receive a large amount of information instantly is still different.

Just because I was fed a little bit of Mainland China's common language before, the back of my head still hurts now.

Deathstroke shook his head speechlessly and could only look at the singing and dancing children of the forest not far ahead.

Generally speaking, they all look similar to leaves and do not have any special potential, because in this race, the potential is really visible to the naked eye.

Children of the forest with the gift of green seer have green or red eyes. If such a little guy is fused with a weirwood, he will become a green seer and gain green vision, which is the ability to contact and communicate with other trees.

Ordinary children of the forest have golden eyes, but the more powerful ones among the group in front of them are nothing more than leaves, golden with a few green lines mixed in.

The sacrificial ceremony was quite long, or the song whose name I don’t know was very long. Anyway, Ye Zi held the big piece of bread in her hands and swayed left and right in front of the team with her eyes closed. After a long time, she finally When the song was about to end, he placed the bread on the stone platform in front of the big tree's face.

Then everyone rushed forward, took out the prepared red sap, and smeared it into the eyes of the big tree. Finally, the ceremony ended with a dance like a god.

How should I put it? Su Ming is not sure yet what exactly the old gods of this world evolved from, but its sacrificial ceremony is quite gentle. Unfortunately, humans have never liked gentle gods. They prefer They like gods who can help them slaughter their enemies, even if they are evil gods.

"Okay, the gods like your sacrifices very much." Ye Zi returned to Master and Disciple Deathstroke happily, and patted the crumbs on his Ye Ye clothes: "Now please come with me, I will take you to see The last greenseer."

"You gave the other piece of bread to your companions, don't you want to eat it yourself?"

Su Ming took a step forward, and now they were going through the forest to the black stone mountain.

Ye Zi blinked his eyes, smelled his palms again, and laughed a little: "My friends are more important than me. If they are happy, I will be happy."

Her weight was so light that the fallen leaves on the ground were not even crushed.

"You are really gentle." Su Ming took out another small bread from her pocket, bent down and put it in the palm of her three fingers: "You can eat this yourself, otherwise others will benefit, but the most capable one But you didn’t, isn’t it so pitiful?”

"Thank you, good human death knell, but we can survive even if we only eat dew." She was not polite, took the bread and took a small bite, her big eyes narrowed happily, or she didn't know what politeness was. Meaning: "The gods have given us children of the forest an infinite lifespan, and after our death we will turn into new trees to last forever. The earth is our source of strength."

Su Ming narrowed his eyes, and then took out another bottle of juice for her to drink: "Oh? Then why don't you seem to have many partners? If you have a long lifespan, you should reproduce quickly, right?"

She thought about it and felt that there was nothing she couldn't say. She raised her hand to take the soda bottle, smelled it, and continued walking while holding it:

"They are under the ground, or into stones or trees. The gods gave us long life, but limited our numbers, lest we overpopulate the world, as deer overpopulate the forest where there are no wolves to hunt them, we They are defenders of the natural order, not destroyers.”

Deathstroke seemed to understand something. He nodded and looked at the dried flowers on the leaves: "Then what do you think? Watching your own tribe disappear in the vast snowfield?"

Ye Zi didn't feel any unwillingness. She answered very calmly, or very rationally:

"In the age of dawn, our sun rose; now it sets, winter approaches, and this is our doomed decline. Giants, lions, unicorns, mammoths, these creatures of the gods are us Brothers, but now they are on the verge of destruction like us. In the world created by humans, there is no room for them or us, including our gods, who have accepted all this calmly."

"That's it...but maybe things can turn around. Let me meet and talk with the Three-Eyed Crow first." Deathstroke faced the huge cave in front of him and sighed softly.