Chapter 2584

The ancient language used by the sons of the forest is a very special language. It needs a lot of chest and abdomen strength to pronounce, and almost all of them are open sounds. It sounds rhythmic, just like the intersection of weapons.

While communicating with her compatriots, ye ye displayed the bread in her arms and pointed to the two humans behind her.

A moment later, she divided the bread and butter among the people, and then began to organize a sacrifice ceremony to the old gods represented by the huge fish beam.

Dozens of forest children sang around the tree, singing about the forest and the earth. The simple and unconstrained language and the distant music complement each other. The singing is so magnificent and wonderful.

Hermione looked at the small people holding hands in a big circle, singing with their eyes closed, and whispered to the professor:

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

She rubbed her face, looked up at the sky covered by red leaves, blinked quickly, and restrained the ups and downs of her heart.

"It's not an illusion, it's really the trees that are pouring out their sufferings to you." Su Ming took out a cigarette, put it in his mouth, and watched the musical performance: "this is the means of preaching by the son of the forest, so that people's spirit and trees can be connected temporarily, so that they can touch a little bit of the extraordinary level. Of course, the ignorant medieval people immediately knelt down and thought that God was talking to them."

As a man with X Metal Skull, his singing can only stay at the level of "pleasant" for the knell bell. The style of the song reminds him of the teacher's singing "heaven". Although one is singing prairie and the other is singing great forest, the strength of "pressing the words to the lips" is very similar.

"On purpose?"

Hermione immediately woke up, launched brain block surgery to isolate all emotions at the same time, good-looking eyebrows also wrinkled up.

"Don't worry, they don't mean it. Just as bees collect honey and help pollen spread, the children of the forest are really simple. Singing and dancing are also their hobbies." The knell lowered its head, lit a cigarette and took a puff: "but there are too many coincidences in this ceremony. Maybe there are old gods behind it. After all, this race is a divine creation."

"That's why I hate ancient gods, old gods, alien gods and so on." Hermione curled her mouth speechless. She rubbed her hair and made the soft brown ends a little messy: "if you don't care, you'll fall into a big hole like hundreds of thousands of years ago. The gap caused by the first mover advantage is too big."

Su Ming smiles and helps her Shun Mao. He looks up at the aurora between the leaves: "you need to use more brains to deal with the gods, but don't worry. Now the old gods in this world are very weak. It's the age of seven gods."

With that, the professor was ready to send her some information about the seven gods by strangulation. However, the smart Hermione immediately shrank her neck and dodged to one side. Even if she was a magician, she was still smart at ordinary times, but it was different from the brain that could instantly receive a lot of information like a computer like the death knell.

Just because I've been given a little Mandarin before, I still feel pain in the back of my head.

The bell shakes its head speechlessly, and can only look at the children of the forest singing and dancing not far from the front.

Generally speaking, they all look like leaves, and there is no special potential, because in this race, the potential is really visible to the naked eye.

The eyes of the forest's children who have the gift of green prophet are green or red. If such a little guy merges with yuliangmu, he will become a green prophet and get a green vision, which is the ability to connect with other trees and communicate.

The common sons of the forest are all golden eyes, and the stronger ones in front of them are just like the leaves, with a few green lines mixed in the gold.

The sacrificial ceremony was very long, or the song with unknown name was very long. In short, the big bread, which ye also held in her hands, was singing in front of the procession with her eyes closed. It took her a long time to put the bread on the stone platform in front of the big tree's face when the song was about to fall.

Then everyone rushed up, took out the prepared red sap, smeared it on the tree's eyes, and finally finished the ceremony after a great God like dance.

How to say, Su Ming is not sure what the old gods in this world evolved from, but their sacrificial ceremony is quite gentle. Unfortunately, human beings never like gentle gods. They prefer gods that can help them slaughter their enemies, even if they are evil gods.

"Well, the gods love your sacrifice." Ye Zimei went back to the master and apprentice of the death knell, patting the crumbs on her clothes: "now please follow me, I'll take you to the last green prophet."

"Don't you want to eat the other bread you gave to your partner?"

Su Ming stepped forward. Now several people are going to go through the forest to the black stone mountain.

The leaf blinked her eyes, smelled her palm, and chuckled: "my friends are more important than me. If they are happy, I will be happy."She was so light that the leaves on the ground were not even crushed.

"You are so gentle." Su Ming took out a small bread from his pocket, bent down and put it in the palm of her three fingers: "you can eat it yourself, otherwise others will benefit, but you don't have the most powerful one, isn't it too pitiful?"

"Thank you, good human death knell, but we can live even if we only eat dew." She took a bite of the bread and narrowed her big eyes happily, or she didn't know what politeness meant: "the gods have given us the unlimited life of the sons of the forest, and after we die, we will become new trees forever, and the earth is our source of strength."

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

After thinking about it, she felt that there was nothing she could not say. She raised her hand, took the soda bottle, smelled it, held it in her arms and continued to walk:

"they were underground, or in rocks or trees. The gods give us a long life, but limit our number so that we do not flood the world, just as deer flood the forest where there are no wolves to hunt them. We are the defenders of the natural order, not the destroyers. "

The bell seemed to understand something. He nodded and looked at the withered flowers on the leaves: "what do you think? Watching their own group die out in the vast snow

Ye ye has no unwilling mood. She answers very calmly or rationally:

"in the age of dawn, our sun is rising; now the sun is setting and winter is coming, which is our doomed decline. Giants, lions, unicorns, mammoths, the creations of these gods are our brothers, but they are now as endangered as we are. In the world created by human beings, the space not given to them or us, including our God, has accepted all this

"Well... But maybe things will turn for the better. Let's meet and talk with the crow first." Facing the huge cave, the bell sighed.

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