Chapter 541 Reflections of the Past

The shock in the high priest's eyes flashed away.

"What's wrong?"

Victoria smiled softly.

"without"

The high priest shook his head.

"But, His Highness Victoria is really loved by the World Tree Mother"

"Why, how do you say it?"

"without"

The high priest let go of Victoria's hand, turned around and shouted:

"Come with me, I'll take you to bathe in the holy water."

"Um"

Victoria nodded and kept up.

It was obvious that the high priest discovered something just now.

But since the other party didn't say it, she didn't ask, and followed silently, and from time to time, the high priest looked at her with his light.

But Victoria seemed to care about those things.

“It’s here”

The high priest stopped and pushed open a door.

"Um"

Victoria nodded and walked into the room.

The room was very simple, with only the spring water emitting white mist in the middle.

And that is holy water.

Click!

The door was closed heavily.

. . .

After Victoria left, a beautiful elf girl with a slim figure stood quietly in place at some point.

Her eyes were red.

It is like a wounded beast, full of desire to kill.

Next to her, there was a pretty and cute elf.

"Sister, what's wrong with you?"

The little girl asked with concern.

"ah……"

The elf called "sister" raised his head and showed his pretty face.

That's Ayana Blake.

There was a vague appearance of Victoria between her eyebrows.

But it's more like her sister, Lilia Flore.

"fine."

Ayana shook her head and calmed her restlessness.

Then, she squatted down, picked up a tiny broken wooden board, and looked it up carefully.

On the wooden board, a young snake is drawn.

It spitted out the snake's letter, as if watching it all.

"The roots and stems of the world tree are broken, and all the vitality on the root system disappears with the broken holy tree."

Ayana whispered:

"And, this part is—"

She stopped talking, looked at the broken wooden board in her hand, and fell into silence.

"The branch of the world tree?"

Lilia opened her eyes wide.

"Yes."

Ayana nodded, looking a little dazed:

"In the long years of the past, the World Tree has never cut off its vitality. But today, only these fragments are left..."

She slowly stuffed the wooden board to the little girl.

"Take it."

"oh."

Lilia responded, carefully holding the broken wooden board and ran away quickly.

"Why?"

She looked back in confusion:

"Sister, don't you look for that princess?"

“No need.”

Aiana smiled and shook her head, watching Lilia walk away before she took another step towards the root of the world.

The roots of the roots of the world have been completely destroyed, and the earth is covered with scorched earth, debris, and ashes.

"His High Priest."

Ayana walked forward and saluted the old man on the high platform.

The high priest nodded slightly, kind and majestic.

Behind her, the high-level knights saluted solemnly and retreated respectfully.

Only the High Priest and Ayana were left behind.

The high priest looked at the broken wooden sign in Ayana's arms, his eyes flashed for a moment.

Immediately, he coughed lightly:

“We’ve done what we should do.”

She looked at the fragments on the earth with complex eyes.

"This is the power of fate, endless and unpredictable."

"But it will end, right?"

Ayana raised her head and looked at the sun in the sky, her eyes clear:

“If the World Tree can survive, it proves that fate is still there.

In this case, we will continue to persevere until our destiny is over. ”

"I hope so."

"But, those who control fate will eventually be controlled by fate."

. . .

At this time, in the fog of the Holy Spring, Victoria's silver hair was soaked in the emerald-colored stream.

She looked down at the reflection on the water, and her memory spread like ripples—

On that rainy night seven hundred years ago, my mother pressed her young at the bottom of the holy spring, and the sealed spell penetrated into the cochlea along the water.

"It turns out that what my mother sealed was not my memory."

Victoria touched the newly emerging leaf vein-like lines behind her ears.

"But the last vitality of the world tree."

The spring water suddenly boiled, and the rainbow light cast by seventeen crystal columns intertwined the water surface into a canopy projection.

The new buds on the dead wooden stake trembled violently, and the twin phantoms reflected in Victoria's wet pupils-

One is green and flawless, while the other is wrapped in scarlet vines.

"Are you surprised?"

The elf princess's true body stepped out of the rainbow light, and the butterflies condensed by starlight were stationed at the ends of her hair.

"I had my mother cut open my elf core and divided the world tree species into two halves."

Her fingertips lightly tapped the water surface, and the reflection suddenly turned into a burning temple.

Victoria saw the pregnant elf queen kneeling in front of the charred tree roots, and entangled golden and red saplings appeared on her abdomen.

"The pure half wanders around the world with you, and the polluted half remains."

The princess raised her forehead, revealing a dark red mark symmetrical to the lines behind Victoria's ears.

"Grown into me under the erosion of the abyss."

The dead wooden stake suddenly cracked, and the two saplings soared at the same time.

The green tree sprouted from the branches full of moon dew, while the scarlet flower bloomed with a scent of sulfur.

Victoria felt burning pain in her right eye, and her vision suddenly penetrated the surface-

Deep in the root system of the World Tree, the two-color golden and red root veins strangle each other like poisonous snakes.

"The king's election has never been a fight for the throne."

The princess's butterfly wings stretched out into a star curtain behind her back.

"It's a decision on which half of the world tree can survive."

Victoria's silver leaf robe automatically without wind, and the tentacles of crystal orchids grew out of the hair.

"Do you understand why my mother sent you away?"

The Elf Princess explained to Victoria.

"Sisters raised separately are two possibilities for the continuation of the World Tree."

The holy spring began to flow backwards, forming a rotating emerald vortex in the water curtain.

Victoria held the branches of the emerald saplings, while the princess bit her fingertips and wiped the blood on the scarlet demon flower.

The elf king bell that had not sounded for a thousand years automatically roared on the top of the tree, alarming thousands of glowing flower spirits.

When the iridescent light of seventeen crystal pillars enveloped the sisters at the same time.

Victoria heard it, her mother's last message sealed in the spring:

"Remember, new buds are always closer to the sun than dead branches."

. . .

The surface of the Holy Spring is filled with ripples of mother-of-pearl luster, and Victoria's silver hair stretches like water lilies under the moon in a light golden liquid.

At this time, a cool woman playing the bone flute slowly opened her eyes, put down the bone flute, and her eyes fell on Victoria lying in the holy spring, her eyes full of disdain.

"Is this the arrogant princess, the king-selected person brought back?"

"You will sink in this eternal sleep!"

As her figure dissipated into the teleportation array, half of the ice crystal butterfly wings flashed in the reflection of the water.

The real holy land was silent, and Victoria slowly opened her eyes, her face as calm as water.

"That's another king-selected person?" (End of this chapter)