The Wizarding Age

Moonlight Forest.

Temple of Remulos.

The quiet moonlight shines through the layers of branches onto the solemn temple, covering the entire temple with a layer of holy silver light.

The temple is not large, with only a temple hall covering an area of ​​100 square meters, and no other ancillary buildings. But this does not diminish the majesty of the temple at all, but gives people a strange feeling that the entire temple is completely integrated into the entire Moonlight Forest.

A strange sound of soft wings flapping in the air suddenly came out, and a strange owl half a person's height flew out from the depths of the dense forest and flew straight to the towering mysterious temple.

At the door of the temple, the owl fell down suddenly.

When it approached the ground, a burst of gray smoke suddenly rose. When the gray smoke slowly dissipated, a tall male druid wearing an eagle helmet, bird feathers in his temples, and a gray cloak appeared on the spot.

In the Moonlight Forest, the druid who can dress like this is naturally a high-ranking member of the cult, a leader among the bird druids, and his personal strength has undoubtedly reached the fourth level.

The tall male druid bowed and saluted as soon as he appeared, and respectfully reported to the dark and deep temple hall: "Lord Remulos, I come in response to your call!"

The temple hall seemed empty, but a low and majestic male voice suddenly sounded.

"I have been a little uneasy in recent days..."

"But what happened, Lord Remulos?" The tall bird druid hurriedly asked.

"The natural wind brought me some bad news. The beasts and monsters in the south are a little restless, and the forest is filled with blood and killing... I need to know why? Send all your bird druids to walk through every inch of land in the south, find out the source of the restlessness, and then report back to me immediately!"

"Yes!" The bird druid replied sternly.

As the trial site for the elves, Moonlight Glade has never been peaceful, but there has never been any chaos that would disturb the demigod. Therefore, when he heard the news of the "turmoil", even he, a powerful fourth-level bird druid, was a little overwhelmed.

Is there chaos in the forest again?

But the druid juniors who were scattered in different regions to perform trial tasks did not feedback any abnormal information...

With endless doubts, the bird elder bowed again, stepped back a few steps, and turned into a giant owl with a sound, flapping his wings and soaring into the air, and soon disappeared into the depths of the vast forest.

When the bird disappeared completely, a heavy sound of horse hooves sounded in the hall of the temple.

Immediately, a tall and mighty strange tree demon appeared in the field of vision.

It has the light and agile hoofed feet of an elk and the broad and strong upper limbs of a human male. It has a simple face, copper-colored skin, messy brown long hair, a pair of green and shining eyes, and the elves' iconic pointed and long ears...

As soon as it appeared, the entire natural temple seemed to be more lively and bright.

A ray of soft silver-white moonlight projected from the sky, just covering its tall and majestic body. A laurel tree stretched out behind it, and the branches extended were full of red flowers and green leaves. Countless beautiful petals fell, filling the whole space with a magnificent and refreshing scene...

Natural realm!

This is actually a miniaturized natural realm!

And the power that the tree demon can exert in the natural realm is obviously much higher than usual.

After the tree demon appeared, he looked at the jungle in the distance, and his eyes revealed a puzzled look.

Remulos, the son of the ancient god Cenarius, has the dual bloodline of elves and tree demons, and is a natural born demigod. From the moment of birth, it has possessed the natural domain and the demigod rank, and its personal talents are mainly concentrated on thunder and natural spells.

In addition, it also has two semi-artifacts: Dream Stone and Ancient Guardian Staff.

The former can hypnotize the enemy and pull the enemy's mind into a nearly real and blurred illusion. The latter is a terrible semi-artifact made of a finger bone of the ancient god Cenarius, and has two powerful natural domain abilities of "Dream Travel" and "Quiet Rain".

As the guardian of the strange space of Moonlight Glade, Remulos knows much more inside information than other druid elders.

The reason why the Elven Domain went to great lengths to create Moonlight Glade is not only to provide a stable and safe trial space for the night elves, but also has other ulterior purposes.

Deep in the plane of Moonlight Glade, there is a piece of 'Demon's Blood' buried.

This 'Demon's Blood' is so evil and so terrifying that the elven gods can hardly purify it completely. They can only bury it and slowly consume it with the power of the plane's origin.

However, even so, this 'Demon's Blood' is unwilling to die.

Even in the most tightly sealed, it continues to slowly penetrate outward, polluting and eroding every inch of land and every living being in Moonlight Glade.

Therefore, there are so many strange monsters and deformed beasts in Moonlight Glade!

Thousands of years are not enough to completely purify the evil here...

As the guardian stationed here by the night elves, Remulos' main responsibility is to monitor the land and control the degree of pollution and corruption in the entire Moonlight Glade.

Whenever the evil power infected by the indigenous forces reaches a certain level, it will host a comprehensive "cleansing" to purify the earth and the indigenous people. Every time a polluter is purified, it means that the evil power permeated by the "demon blood" is consumed.

Therefore, every time it cleanses, it will not dry up the pond to catch fish, but selectively eradicate the head of evil, and then let the new generation of indigenous forces grow again, continuing this never-ending "life cycle"...

Seal the "demon blood" and purify the evil power, this is the real reason why the entire Moonlight Forest has been able to exist for so long!

However, this time it seems to be a little different.

Remulos smelled the breath of killing from the free wind, and listened to the cry of death from the rustling whispers of the vast forest. For the first time in history, it felt the approach of danger.

This is not neurosis, nor is it prophecy, but the "dangerous intuition" unique to being a demigod creature!

Where does the danger come from?

Is there something wrong with the seal of the "demon blood", or are the indigenous forces restless again? It has only been 117 years since the last cleansing. Is it time to start a new "cleansing"?

Remulos pondered, his eyes once again falling on the distant south.

Although he stayed at home and did not step out of the temple, he could vaguely sense a terrifying death vortex slowly forming in the south with his extraordinary keen perception. Once he chose to leave it alone, this death vortex would most likely cause unpredictable and terrible damage to the entire Moonlight Forest and the Druids stationed here.

Perhaps, the casualties of the Druids were still a small matter, but if it affected the seal of the "Demon's Blood", then he, the son of the ancient god and a natural demigod, could not bear the wrath of the Elven God Realm.

Thinking of this, Remulos couldn't help but frown.

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Moonlight Forest.

The main camp of the Broken Spear Tribe.

As night fell, clusters of bonfires were lit.

The troll warriors who returned from hunting brought back a rich harvest. They gathered around the campfire and talked loudly about the hard work and danger of hunting during the day. The troll women gutted the prey one by one, cleaned them, and cooked and grilled them on the fire. The tempting aroma of meat floated over the entire camp.

Some troll children who had not yet grown up chased and played around the fire with wooden spears and sticks, and sometimes they would hug and wrestle in a formal manner. Occasionally, a few children got angry and started fighting with real swords and guns. The adult trolls not only did not stop them, but applauded loudly and cheered them on.

The whole camp was filled with a brave and fierce temperament!

In a more remote tent in the corner of the camp, Grimm was sitting cross-legged, with blue light flashing in his eyes. He was holding a brown brush made of wolf hair in his hand, dipping it in the blood of the beast in the pottery jar beside his legs, and painting something on a tall animal skin battle flag fluttering in the wind.

"Ding, the initial soul-binding animal skin battle flag was successfully made. It can be used as a basic tribal totem, which can gather the primitive faith power of the wild tribe... The estimated faith power storage capacity is 70 units!"

When Grimm's last stroke fell, the pattern on the animal skin battle flag became complete and mixed together, and the chip prompt sound also sounded in time, giving due evaluation to this primary magic weapon.

"Okay, it's finally done..." Grimm threw away the brown brush, his eyes revealed a look of joy, and he finally breathed a sigh of relief.

The so-called "method of becoming a god" was naturally a lie he made up to fool those trolls.

But those trolls were not fools. It was impossible for them to be coaxed by him to step onto the battlefield and be willing to be cannon fodder. Therefore, giving them some benefits and letting them see the hope of becoming gods is the key to Grimm's entire deception plan.

How to deceive?

Of course, it is the 'Soul Binding Method'!

The predecessor of the power of faith is the tribal totem.

At that time, there were no real gods, and most intelligent creatures struggled to survive in tribal groups. In order to fight monsters, they were born with the most primitive tribal beliefs.

They did not believe in gods, but the strongest and bravest warriors in the tribe.

When they sang praises to this warrior day after day, strands of faith power lingered around this warrior. When this warrior died on the battlefield, his soul would parasitize on the object with the strongest power of faith in the form of a heroic spirit.

This object is most likely the tribe's battle flag or a weapon that the warrior had used...

And this kind of object that parasitizes the heroic spirit is called a 'tribal totem'!