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"Can I cast that dream spell again?"
"Eh??"
The half-elf was stunned. She straightened up with some difficulty, looked at Latis's guilty expression, touched her stomach and hesitated for a moment, then sighed and said with a teasing smile:
"If my husband wishes."
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The silver moon shines on the land of Senhai, casting a pure white and bright reflection on the streams and lakes, like the torrents pouring out of Latis, soaking the forests and land with the joyful glow of life.
"Those families actually withdrew from Qingjin Village just like that. I wonder who won in the end..."
Several adventurers with pointed ears walked through the silent forest carrying phosphorescent lamps. The light shone on their faces, revealing them to be the same group of adventurers who sold healing potions at the entrance of Qingjin Village.
They leaped lightly across the stream reflecting the moonlight. An adventurer wearing elven earrings sighed, a hint of melancholy in his voice, and murmured:
"Unfortunately, we are too weak and have no power..."
"Don't think like that, Witt."
The stall owner, carrying a boiler on his back, patted the adventurer on the shoulder and said with a firm gaze:
"As long as we unite, we will surely be able to restore the civilization of the elves! Although we were scattered all over the world before, thanks to this opportunity, we have finally realized that there are so many like-minded friends. In the future, we may be able to gather even more companions!"
"boss……"
The young elven descendant, known as Vit, glanced at the stall owner, clenched his fist with deep emotion, and then nodded vigorously, exclaiming:
"Yes! We can definitely bring back to the world those fine virtues that have gradually disappeared from human society!"
"Haha, with this belief, what's there to fear about being weak!"
Another strong middle-aged man patted his chest and said loudly:
"Even without the guise of retro, I believe that making the world a better place is everyone's wish! Even if you are not a descendant of elves, you can still be one of us who share the same ideals!"
“Heris, even you…” Young Witt glanced around at the radiant expressions on the faces of everyone around him, and his eyes welled up with tears. He quickly rubbed his eyes and said with a smile:
"Oh! Look at me, I'm so fragile..."
"Hahaha... These heartfelt emotions are the true power of us as humans! Even if we cannot stand at the pinnacle of magic, we are enough to change the whole world!"
Everyone cheered excitedly, and after encouraging each other for a while, they continued walking forward.
"Speaking of which, after this, I plan to go back to my hometown first, to talk to my neighbors who are also descendants of elves about my beliefs, and describe my adventures. If I'm lucky, I might be able to bring a lot of people with me... So, shall we decide on a suitable place to be our base?"
"How about Lundia? I heard there used to be an Elf Research Association there, and recently a Herod Academy appeared there, which must have been founded by descendants of elves!"
“It is indeed very tempting… but after thinking about it, I feel it’s not quite right. First of all, the cost of living in Lundia is too high, and it’s not suitable for holding all sorts of activities. Secondly, the Herod Academy’s main goal is probably to teach apprentices, so we shouldn’t go and cause them trouble.”
"Sigh, do you have any good recommendations? How about Guanzhuang City?"
“That’s fine, but as the central main city of Senhai Territory, there are a great many merchant guilds coming and going, so it may be difficult to find a quiet place.”
"What about Hard Stem City? I heard that although it is the main trade route in the southern part of Senhai Territory, the environment is very good, both livable and not too remote."
"It's really perfect... The only drawback might be the lack of a teleportation array."
"Hmm... Let's analyze and consider this more carefully over the next couple of days."
Seeing that the entrance to the elven camp had appeared at the end of the path, the group quickened their pace, walked forward, and pushed aside the bushes at the camp entrance.
"There are signs of cleaning, it seems those two hooded adventurers were here during the day... Huh? The fruit branches that were originally growing weakly have all come back to life?"
The stall owner, looking at the fruit growing on the branches inside the camp, was immediately taken aback. After examining it for a moment, he couldn't help but recall the elven magical fluctuations he had sensed when picking up flowers from the stall earlier that day, and murmured to himself:
"Could it be that they really are..."
"Hey boss, come take a look at this!"
Witt picked up a green vine leaf from a table inside the camp and exclaimed, "It must have been left by those two travelers during the day!"
"Oh?! Let me see!"
The stall owner quickly stepped forward, took the green vine leaf, looked at the elegant Elvish characters on it, and whispered to his companion:
"If you require a place to stay, you can travel to the new city of Titania, two hundred kilometers east of Lundia, where the descendants of the elves are welcome..."
"Titania, that seems to be the place those two travelers mentioned..." The burly Heris scratched his Mediterranean Sead and muttered with some curiosity:
"So this is a new city? No wonder I've never heard of it before... But, two hundred kilometers east of Lundia is too far, is there even any human habitation there?"
"Let's ask around in Lundia, maybe someone there knows..."
The stall owner shook his head, put away the green vine leaves, and was about to put down his luggage to start a fire and cook in the elven camp when suddenly a violent tremor shook the surroundings. He was jolted, and the boiler on his body fell to the ground on the meadow with a bang.
"Holy crap, what's going on?! Is some kind of monster passing by outside?!"
Their companions held onto the inner wall and swayed for a while. When the shaking subsided slightly, they quickly ran out of the camp to check the surrounding situation.
Suddenly, a dark shadow flashed in Victor's peripheral vision. He instinctively turned his head to look in the direction of Silver Moon, and his pupils dilated sharply. He couldn't help but cry out:
"Then, what is that?!"
"Varied……"
His companions quickly turned around and looked in the direction Witte was pointing. In just one glance, they were all stunned into a state of shock that lingered for a long time.
In the depths of the dense, cloud-like forest, a giant dragon covered in moss and leaves slowly rose, casting its shadow across the earth in the moonlight.
If the dragon's presence only intimidated them with the mysterious and ancient aura of the forest, then the enormous roots extending outwards from its body instantly sent shivers down their spines.
That aura, strong enough to awaken the joy in their meager bloodline... it was definitely, surely, the legendary Herod Ruins!
The ancestral ruins... were taken by a giant dragon?!
A sense of confusion flashed through everyone's minds. Among those insect-like lower-level families on the floating islands, there was absolutely no one who could command the legendary dragon. Moreover, a dragon with the power of the forest like this... they had never even heard of it!
If any faction possessed such power, it would have been known to everyone in this Magic Network era long ago!
and many more!
Could it be... that city of Titania?
Only after the giant dragon disappeared into the distant horizon did the group slowly come to their senses. They looked at each other for a while, and then someone suddenly muttered:
"How am I going to sleep tonight... No, I have to go to the city and find out more about this dragon..."
The group looked at each other for a moment, as if they could see the answer in each other's eyes. They picked up their luggage in perfect unison, turned around and ran quickly toward the city.
"Let's go see... that city of Titania!"
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Your eyes are like the bright silver moon, shimmering and eternally shining.
"Hmm, my Moon-Holding Grass..."
Humming a traditional elven folk song, Ateliers, leaning against a tree on the dragon's back, gently slipped the enormous grass ring she had woven onto the dragon's horn. Then, with a soft smile, she gently patted the horn and said:
"This is much cuter, my Moonflower Brother~"
"Huh? What's Moon-Holding Grass?"
Latis opened its dragon mouth, let out a deep, muffled growl, and asked curiously:
"Why don't you call me husband anymore? You were so cute when Ate called me husband."
"Husband, that's... what we call during sex."
Ateliers blushed slightly, gently flicked the dragon horn beside her, straightened the hem of her coat, and sat down beside the horn, clutching her still-undigested stomach. She squinted at the silver moon in the sky and explained:
"In the legends of Herod, the silver moon symbolizes the purest virtues. In the long, dark nights without sunlight, it shines alone on the entire earth, and the plants are able to spend the silent night in the essence of the silver moon."
"And on the high cliffs of Herod City grows the Moon-Holding Grass, which the Mother Goddess brought from the distant elven plane. When this plant first sprouts, it looks just like an ordinary weed, but it is more resilient than weeds and will not die even if it is burned by fire."
"The Moon-Holding Grass will always strive to grow. Its leaves will slowly bend until they form a shape similar to a silver moon, at which point it is considered mature."
"Mature Moonflowers release light like a bright moon. When the silver moon disappears, it uses its ordinary grass leaves to cast light on the surrounding vegetation. From afar, it looks like small silver moons rising from a high cliff. In our words, it is the 'moon on earth.'"
“I see…” Latis couldn’t help but exclaim, “The legends of the Elves are truly incredibly romantic…”
"Hey hey hey."
Artemis hugged the dragon horns and smiled sweetly, whispering sincerely in a tone full of trust and love:
"Big brother, you are my moon-carrying grass!"
Chapter 380 The Rest Before the Appearance of Titania
"Two hundred meters to the left! Hmm, that's it! Then move forward a little more, about one hundred meters... Stop! This is it!"
The half-elf's voice came from the small stone sculpture of Arte. Latis, in his dragon form, glanced up at the half-elf directing navigation high in the sky, yawned, and growled softly. He then slowly detached the World Tree roots from his back and placed them in a corner of the floating island.
"That should be fine now..."
Latis muttered something, transformed back into human form, watched the roots slowly take hold, stroked his chin, and fell into deep thought.
In the old city of Herod, the roots of the World Tree and the Blessed Land were located directly on the island, making it easy for elves to enter the Blessed Land. The demons that coexisted with the Blessed Land could also help activate the divine power within the island.
However, now that the roots of the World Tree have opened up a demiplane, the situation is a little different, and Latis has another option.
The first option is to plant only a portion of the World Tree's roots on the island, while leaving the entire Blessed Land in the demiplane. This way, one can follow the roots and enter the demiplane through fixed, overlapping channels, allowing the demiplane to gradually expand from its original state.
The second option might be a bit risky. He could move the entire Blessed Land to the island, using only a part of the World Tree's roots to connect the demiplane. In that case, everything in the demiplane would be wiped out, and then it would need to expand freely from a state of chaos. The resulting ecosystem would be unpredictable.
Latis pondered for a long time before finally deciding to take the second option.
Firstly, it is because he needs the demonic spirits that accompany the Blessed Land. If the Blessed Land remains in a demiplane, without natural elements such as the sun, moon, and stars, the environment of the Blessed Land will develop very slowly, and the demonic spirits that remain in a demiplane cannot directly help the floating island.
Secondly, the demiplane's free expansion from a state of chaos is not necessarily without its advantages. It can still enjoy the resources of the Blessed Land by moving it to a floating island. As for the demiplane, giving it some freedom to develop might bring some surprises.
In short, that's the decision.
Latis nodded slightly, awakening the Holy Grail within him that had filled the first slot, unleashing elven power, and touching the roots of the World Tree.
The roots of the World Tree trembled slightly, and then slowly began to squeeze the Blessed Land out of the demiplane.
Latis gazed at the Palace of Blessed Virginity gradually taking shape before him, stroked his chin, and suddenly recalled how he had used the "Harem Invitation" in his dream to infuse the poor little elf with his essence more than a dozen times. He couldn't help but blush, coughed awkwardly twice, and muttered to himself:
"Speaking of which, it seems like Ate didn't leak a single drop; it was all contained inside her... I wonder if this could lead to pregnancy..."