Scales of Eternal Order

Blatch made a simple distiller by himself-dug a hole in the sand, placed a stone bowl at the bottom, and laid a small piece of cloth on it. The moisture at night will condense on the bottom of the cloth and fall into the stone bowl.

Waiting for the stone bowl to draw out the water is a work that requires patience, similar to what he is doing now. Picking up the plant roots collected before the blazing sun fell, Blatche chewed to add some moisture and nutrients.

The desert elf is surrounded by sandworms he hunts. He needs to peel the flesh while it is warm, and remove the glands that produce smell and spoil the flesh.

He skillfully used the hand-free knife in his hand to split the prey, and he did not accidentally cut the internal organs and contaminate the flesh and blood.

From time to time, Blatch also picked up a piece of gravel he picked up halfway and sharpened the blade twice-in fact, this is not necessary. The dagger given to him by the ogre blacksmith is made of Baator Bi. to make.

But who made this a habit that desert elves have long used obsidian weapons for? Moreover, habit is mostly derived from tradition.

According to the tradition of the desert elves, if you want to go to Holy Mountain to participate in the rally, you must bring your own food that you can share with your compatriots, not a sharp machete, or words comparable to a fist .

Under the benevolent shadow of Holy Mountain-“The Wind of the Ancestors”-Oshugu, once every ten years, the desert elves must abandon the disputes and hatreds between the tribes, and remember the ancient ancestors to overcome together The test of the ashes world is rooted in this history.

In this way, various tribes have the opportunity to communicate in good faith and eliminate the gaps and gaps accumulated in the past decade.

Blatche thought of the last time he came to Wooshugu, while stuffing the broken red willow branches into the firepit dug out on the ground. When the blazing sun leaped up from the horizon, the faint purple red light was concealed, and the smoldering sandworm dried meat gave out a familiar aroma.

Chew a small piece of dried sandworm meat, a kind of natural spice unique to this creature-the scent of melang fat lingers between the lips and teeth-the previous craftsmanship is still there, Blatche carefully packed the food made for “sharing” with satisfaction and put it in a small bag behind him.

Continuing to move forward for a long time, when the six-legged horses of the Mercedes-Benz began to feel a little tired, the desert elves could finally see the silhouette of Woshugu. Even from a distance, the “Ancestral Wind” is impressive.

Different from other rough and irregular peaks, Woshugu rises from the ground like a perfect and sharp spear tip. The fluorite-rich mountain gleams under the blazing sun, making it look like a huge crystal inserted into the ground with a sharp outline.

There is a small oasis in the shadow under Holy Mountain, but there is a long and rare lush forest. Among the trees such as acacia, ginger palm, olive, tamarisk, etc., there are clusters of horseshoe grass, thyme, sagegrass, and some plants of the genus Artemisia or genus of genus Artemisia, which looks like an “Ember World Edition” wizard home.

Tether the six-legged steed to the standing stone set outside the oasis, and Blatche strode into the forest. The woodland outside at first also has tree roots exposed due to dry weathering, and the air gets wetter as you go inside.

Finally walked to the center of the woodland, where there is a small lake rippling with waves. Fires are forbidden in the woodland, and the desert elves in groups of three or four share the food they bring around the lake.

Unlike Blatche’s expectation, this year, there were a lot of desert elves who came to the ancient holy land rally in Washu. In addition to the tribes that originally lived near here-a group of tribes headed by Sashan and Salem, there are many flags that he can’t recognize are planted by the lake.

“Adhering to the traditions of our ancestors, we will meet again in the woods…”

Someone suddenly chanted a poem of blessings, without the addition of spells, follow along The numerous desert elves chanting made the singing sound waves, washing the eardrums of everyone present.

As the singing reached its climax, the lake in the woodland suddenly “boiling”. Large and small fountains gush out suddenly, and the gurgling water forms a fist sized water column. Among the many water columns, there is one of the most vigorous, and the rising fountain is almost flush with the canopy of the forest top.

Having been waiting for this moment, the young desert elves cheered. He or they took off their clothes and jumped into the lake indiscriminately—this is also a long tradition—the legend is that if they can Stepping on the fountain stairs can get the blessings of the ancestors; if you can jump to the highest spring, that is the honor of Supreme.

The young desert elves who are qualified to be brought to the forest of ancient holy land in Wooshu are descendants of chiefs of various tribes. They want to take this opportunity to show their agile skills to the nobles of other tribes and show their agile minds to their elders.

Of course, participating in this competitive activity in the forest of Holy Land usually ends in a friendly way.

Young desert elf nobles can only step on one or two springs, and then fall into a shallow lake. At this time, they will often stretch out a pair of hands that symbolize friendship. After encouraging each other, they walked back to the shore hand in hand.

Looking at these energetic young compatriots, Blatche was inexplicably happy. He took out the dried sandworm meat that he had roasted himself, and shared it with the great warrior who had never known which tribe had come.

“Melangzhi has a rich and full flavor,” the sharer praised Blatche’s craftsmanship, “hehe, those guys are really lively, if they are a few dozen years younger… eh , Great!”

Hearing the great warrior’s exclamation, looking along the direction of his fingers, I saw that a young desert elf came out on top in the brave battle. The figure was very vigorous, and he stepped on several fountains in an instant, and his movements were like dancing.

“Good skill!”

Blatche couldn’t help but praise, he asked himself that he couldn’t be so agile when he was young. But when he looked at it again, he let out a soft “Yi”-the young desert elf actually held a sharp sword with a sheath tightly in his hands.

This is very abnormal, not to mention that weapons are usually removed to participate in this competitive event, so as not to accidentally hurt compatriots. Moreover, holding an unsheathed sword is actually not conducive to keeping balance while walking on the spring.

Unless the sword has a problem, it can provide additional help to the holder, such as agility bonus.

Obold will not let go of the sharp sword in his hand even if he is cut off, he will still bite the hilt of the sword firmly with his teeth even if he is cut off. As a desert elf, he knows exactly what it means to hold this sword intent—”Take the star iron to forge its edge, and condense the blazing sun as its light. The enemy is hard to resist, and the sword is the king of the elves. “

The former head of the mercenary group of wandering desert elves, after the employer of Spat City died under this weapon, he unexpectedly held it in his hand. At that time Oberd knew that his destiny was closely linked to this sword.

Different from the shapeshifting monster, when the owner is a desert elf, this enchanted weapon carefully crafted by the wosang mages will produce special effects.

It can comprehensively mention the three qualities of the desert elf’s power, agility, and insight. It is with this golden blade that Oberd can escape from the Egu mansion.

Obold also discovered that if he holds the golden sword for a long time, his appearance will also change. Not only can he change back to what he was when he was young, but he will also look more handsome.

These continuous changes have caused the mercenary group of desert elves to breed something called “Yewang”. He also became more and more firmly convinced that what he held in his hand was the golden sword that symbolized the power of the king of desert elves in the prophecy.

Shortly after the failed invasion of the Wasang Empire, after learning that Ancient Clan was pulled up by the roots by the giant dragon Pasha, Oberd, who had no worries, took his men day and night. , Rushed to Woshugu.

The golden sword in his hand reminds him all the time that he must take advantage of Holy Land’s forest competition opportunity so that all the desert elf tribes bathing in the “Ancestral Wind” can see this legendary weapon.

And he, Oberd, can also transform from a wandering desert elves to the throne of the co-lord of the tribes!

Stepping on the spring water under his feet, with the help of the golden sword, Obard can easily maintain his body balance; the weak force carried by the spring water is enough to support his body.

Three steps and two steps, the young and handsome desert elf passed all competitors. At the last moment, Oberd leaped vigorously, and when the water exploded under his feet, he successfully stepped onto the highest spring in the center of the lake.

The old and prudent tribal chiefs began to communicate, and the young desert spirit Spirit King Sun Guizhou cheered. Enjoying the honor he had achieved, Oberd adjusted his body balance and stood up straight in the spring water flush with the tree canopy.

He pulled out the golden sword from its sheath, and the rays of light penetrating the branches and leaves shone on the weapon, flashing the breathtaking rays of light. The sword held high at this time was inexplicably similar to Holy Mountain Woshugu.

This time all the desert elves stopped talking and cheering. They all stared at Oberd, who was holding the golden sword mentioned in the ancient prophecy, silently.

“Take the star iron to forge its sharp edge, and condense the blazing sun as its light. The enemy is hard to come by and hesitates day by day, holding the sword as the king of the elves.”

Some people started Chanting in a low voice, more and more people join in. Until the end, all the young desert elves present began to chant-“The King of Elves”, “The King of Elves”, “The King of Elves”…

“This is in trouble.”

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The discordant voice sounded in Blatche’s heart, and also in the hearts of many desert elf chiefs who continued to remain silent. The former is because of knowing the truth, the latter is because he is no longer young.

Silently picked up the dried sandworm meat from the great warrior beside him chanting “King of the Elves”, the desert elf voice warlock folded his hands, and a violent shock wave was suddenly emitted.

The spring water that was still gushing just now was disturbed and fell one after another. Standing on the highest point, Obard also fell into the center of the lake embarrassedly.