The heavy rain continued, the wind was howling, and in the dark rain, it seemed that the broken giant trees could be seen blown up and rolling in the raindrops.

"What's in the rain...there's the hell..."

The elves' voices became dull. Although storms are rare, they are not without them.

But the forest never became so strange that they felt strange. Gruna's disappearing arrow made their hearts seem to be cold.

What is hidden in this storm?!

The natural priest looked at the arrow that disappeared in the wind and rain for a moment, then turned sideways, looked at Gru who was handing the longbow back with both hands, and said softly: "It is not your achievement this time. Nora is proud of your courage and wisdom. Your perception of nature makes me admire."

However, Gru shook his head and looked at the darkness in the distance: "No, the rules cannot be broken." He paused for a moment, and then whispered: "And he, more than I do, found the squirming shadow in the darkness."

Both natural priests were stunned, and then turned around and looked at the still standing behind them, looking straight ahead, as if they were in a daze, with a little horror in their eyes-

That's right, they completely ignored it. This half-elf boy actually noticed the abnormality in the forest earlier than Gru.

But Gru is a young elite among the Clarry's front clan. What is the origin of this half-elf boy?

———————

The sounds of little by little were infinitely amplified in Cyril's mind at this moment. Since Gru raised his hand and raised his bow, the sounds that had originally relied on listening to the wind to pass into his ears quietly changed a way to convey them to him-

It was a mottled green light, little by little, light or dark - he had seen such scenes more than once, such as when he was fleeing from the beast tide in Judea, Miss Misha's "Natural Code" allowed him to see such scenes.

So he knows what this is.

This is the vast forest under their feet.

This is... the resonance of nature?

Cyril guessed in his heart, and then let his consciousness go to the green ocean.

The dense spots of light stacked into green light and shadows, they were squirming and jumping, swaying in the strong wind. His eyes quickly passed through this, feeling them twisting more excitedly, like dancing girls dancing with radiant silhouettes, swaying their bodies because of the arrival of their master, trying to gain his favor.

But just as the dense green light was almost surrounding him, a deafening noise sounded - click, click! Hiss, hiss! The green lights screamed, sobbed and cried, and fled behind him in a flash. He turned around and saw the green light trembling, and a grievance sound came.

And in front of him, there was a darkness, and only a blue light flashed faintly.

Which shape...is an arrow?

The arrows Gru shot before?!

Cyril subconsciously wanted to urge his consciousness to lean towards the arrow that was illuminating, but when he had just moved a few meters there, he felt a gaze targeting him-

His consciousness seemed to be frozen into the frost for a moment, and his whole body was extremely stiff. The darkness in his sight quickly climbed up layers of ice and blue. He gritted his teeth tightly, and he wanted to lean forward with a heart, but he saw the arrow suddenly turn-

Then, his consciousness was swallowed by two deep blue lights.

———————

Cyril suddenly came to his senses, his body still maintaining the trembling that was almost frozen. It was not until he completely recovered that his consciousness began to receive the messages around him again.

There were four natural sacrificial sacrificial sacrificial sacrificial sacrificial sacrificially around him, and six sacrificial sacrificially stood in a circle at the front of the cliff. It was vaguely identified that their positions formed the prototype of a magic circle.

And the fact is the case. When Cyril walked forward, he saw a yellow scroll among the few people, and threads woven by vines connected the six people, and a large spell was ready to go.

It seems that the foundation of the Natural Temple allows them to respond in time in the face of this emergencies. But it is obvious that the natural priests are in trouble at this time - they did not start to gather magic power at this time, but instead took turns to hold the elf bow Didus:

"Can you sense it? Where is the signal left by Gru?"

"I can't sense it, let Maxi give it a try."

"No, our resonance level with nature is the same. You can't sense it, and Maxi can't do it."

"Then let Gru do it again?"

"His mental power is not enough to make him do it again. Don't you remember just now? His consciousness is almost swallowed..."

"Why does the phantom of the Deep Serpent Tregaon appear in the forest? It's a monster sleeping in the Adelaide Sea, I need an explanation."

"It is not the time to explain, Feder, now we are going to find where Trygaon is hiding? It blocks our perception of the forest-"

"Damn it, if it weren't for this weather, you could see where it was with your naked eyes..."

"Try it again. If you don't, you can only let the Pegasus Knights of the Eagle-Pu clan find their place for us- are they ready?"

Their conversation came into Cyril's ears, allowing Cyril to understand the current situation. He opened his mouth and was about to speak, but another voice sounded:

"You're awake? Half-elf."

He turned his head and saw a long blood-haired elf sitting on the ground beside him, and was looking up at him, and then stood up with difficulty: "Did you see that blue light."

"Did you see it too?" The blue light that made him almost freeze in his entire body immediately appeared in Cyril's consciousness. At this time, he already knew the name of the blue light owner: Deep Serpent Terigaon - Although this name has not appeared in his memory, it is not strange that the monster sleeping in Adelaide Sea did not appear in the current version.

Gru shook his body slightly and shook his head and said, "I am ashamed to say that I can't get close to it. I can't even sense its shape, so it broke the perception at a glance."

"So the problem now is that they can't lock the monster's position?"

"That's it." Gru nodded and sighed softly: "And I have not sensed its spirit again."

Cyril turned around and saw that the elves who had previously stood on the cliff had retreated far away. The sound of flapping their wings and neighing horses behind him had sounded at this moment, but a group of pegasms were flying from the tree of life, and the front was Aris - his long golden hair was like a flame jumping in the dark, and together with the red spear, it seemed like a torch raised in this swaying wind and rain.

"Knights, our forest is being trampled, for the glory of Nora—"

Aris' long shout had already sounded, obviously encouraging the morale of the Pegasus Knights behind him. If the location of the Phantom could no longer be located, the next step was to let the Pegasus Knights search for the location of the monster phantom.

But what is the difference between that and going to die?

Cyril looked at Gru deeply. The latter was still in a weak spirit, but his figure remained erect. In his gray eyes, "The last question, is it because of you that the priests naturally allowed me to stay here, a half-elves?"

Gru's face remained unchanged, and he continued to say in his somewhat hoarse and low voice: "I only believe in natural choices."

"I understand." Cyril nodded slightly, then turned around and walked towards the ring surrounded by the natural priests.

"Dear priest." He bowed slightly to the several priests who turned their heads, "Please allow me to guide the glory of Nora."

"You?" The priest who came here later frowned immediately, "A foreign half-elf, if it weren't for Gru's nod, you would not be qualified to stay here. Go back to the clan to take refuge-"

But before he finished speaking, he was here before. At this time, the natural priest holding the longbow in his hand spoke, "Maxi."

The priest immediately stopped his mouth, and the priest holding the bow looked at Cyril and whispered:

"Half-elf, come up."

Cyril took a deep breath, and he walked away from the magic circle and walked to the priest, who stared at his face and said:

"The half-elves, in the teachings of nature, Nora treats all living beings equally and imparts nature to every living being fairly."

"Nora is fair and great," Cyril bowed, "and I also believe that Nora will not be stingy with every sincere believer."

"Do you think you are pious enough?" There was no emotional change on the face of the priest.

"I think I am religious enough." Cyril also looked at him with a constant expression.

Naturally, the priest did not make too much embarrassment. He took a deep breath and then said, "Then, stretch out your hand--"

Cyril bowed again, and he watched the natural priest sincerely pick up the longbow in his hand, spread it flat on his palm, and handed it in front of him. The slightly red and swollen eyes stared at the longbow's bow, full of fanaticism and piety.

The bow is close to you, and the twisted patterns are intertwined into exquisite patterns, adding a bit of mystery to the ancient wood. The dark bow body is faintly filled with silver light.

Without any hesitation, he stretched out his hand and held it towards the bow.

And the moment his fingertips touched his bow, the blue light suddenly lit up and in an instant it spread the entire cliff.

———————

The elves who retreated from the cliff were talking about it. Suddenly, this happened. As elves, it was impossible for them to abandon them and go to "refuge".

Not to mention that the Eagle Pu clan has dispatched their Pegasus cavalry, which seems to indicate that the power of the Natural Temple alone can no longer stop the unexpected situation from extending. Now it is the Eagle Pu clan's Pegasus, and they may need to stand up later.

Although they wondered why the half-elves had been standing there and not leaving, it was not enough to attract their attention. The storm that frantically slapped the guardian barrier outside the Tree of Life even more affected their emotions.

But at this moment, someone suddenly called out:

"That half-elves? Why did he walk up?"

"Would he take over Didus?"

"No, the priest actually handed it to him!"

They watched so naturally the sacrifice handed the longbow to Cyril.

"Sir Saxon, look at him, will he..."

"What can Gru not do, so what can he do?" Saxon had not recovered from the loss of his previous archery shooting, and at this time he could only let out a burst of sneer.

On the other hand, Bernard of the White Song clan had retreated to the rear of the crowd, gathered with the people who had been wearing hoods tightly, and whispered.

If Cyril was in front of them at this time, he would have been able to recognize the armor of the Adlais guard under the robe.

Aris and Jenny, the two elves belonging to Ashvan, were a little surprised on their faces, and then they showed a look of embarrassment. Both of them were Elfs, and it would be a bit too embarrassing to see their "alliance" make a fool of themselves.

"Adrien, what are you thinking..." Aris held his forehead, then raised the rifle in his hand, and shouted: "Everyone is ready, we--"

The snow-white wings of the Pegasus had already opened, and the Pegasus knights seemed to have seen the failure of Cyril and were ready for physical reconnaissance.

But as the fiery red raid passed through the air, a bright green light lit up between the natural sacrifice and the half-elves at the tip of the cliff.

Aris narrowed his eyes and saw the half-elf boy touching the fingertips of the longbow.

As soon as his hand completely grabbed the bow, the green light immediately spread around him and quickly climbed to the feet of the elves-

"That's natural resonance?"
To be continued...