Game of the World Tree Chapter 292: Merrell’s identity
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Inexplicably close?
After hearing what Merrill said, Eve was slightly stunned.
In the Saigas universe, creatures like dragons are very sensitive to breath.
Especially... the blood relationship.
Giant dragons who are directly related to each other, even if they have never met, will have some special reactions when they sense each other's aura.
Thinking of this, Eve looked at the little black dragon again.
"Merrell, how old are you?"
She asked a question that she had always been curious about.
"Merrell doesn't know."
The little black dragon shook his head.
"However, it was a hundred years ago when my father picked me up. I was still very young at that time, maybe...at most I was more than a hundred years old."
It said.
One...more than a hundred years old?
Eve's eyes widened.
This guy is younger than Alice!
No...wait...
After conquering Myriel, Eve searched for information about the dragon. If she remembered correctly, he was over a hundred years old, which was still in his infancy for a pure-blooded dragon, right? !
The black dragon in its juvenile stage is only a little more than ten meters tall, and its strength is at the top of the sky, which is the middle level of silver. But this guy Meirel... his body shape is completely that of a teenager, reaching an astonishing twenty-three meters. , the strength is only one step away from the gold rank!
This shows that... although the little black dragon is naive, his talent is at the genius level among giant dragons!
And talent... is often related to blood.
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Could it be that Meirel is a direct descendant of Nidhogg?
As soon as this idea came to her mind, Eve's expression became even weirder.
"Merrell, what do you think?"
Thinking of this, Eve looked at the little black dragon again.
A trace of confusion flashed in Merrill's eyes. He hesitated and raised his head:
"Merrell doesn't know either, but...Merrell still wants to be a righteous silver dragon."
Why are you so obsessed with Silver Dragon? !
The corners of Eve's mouth twitched.
She nodded slightly and said sincerely:
"Don't feel intimidated or panicked by your identity or origin. You are you, the righteous dragon Myriel, you just have to be yourself. Come on, Myriel!"
As Eve spoke, she used her soft life power to slowly comfort the little black dragon.
After listening to Eve's words, Merrill's mood gradually calmed down.
"I understand, Your Majesty the True God."
It lowered its head slightly.
"Okay, let's go find the Chosen One and have a barbecue to change your mood."
Eve said again.
Barbecue?
When she heard this word, Eve noticed a bright light flashing in the little black dragon's eyes.
I saw it swallowed subconsciously, then stood up from the ground and said to Eve:
"Your Majesty the True God! No matter what, Myrel is on your side. After all... you are Lord Yggdrasil who saved the entire world!"
After finishing speaking, it turned around without waiting for Eve's answer, and with a sigh of relief, spread its wings and flew out of the temple, towards the direction of the Black Dragon Castle...
"Save the world..."
Eve murmured.
"That's my ex, not me."
She shook her head.
From the dusk era, it was my predecessor, not her, who brought dawn to the world again.
A little ashamed... She even made plans to drag the whole world with her if she was besieged by the gods.
Eve smiled to herself.
Of course, as she told Merrill, just be yourself. This is what Eve wants to say to herself.
She... is just an ordinary person who was lucky enough to inherit the ancient god's inheritance.
And all she wants now is to live openly in this world...
It’s just that sometimes, identity determines your future.
Just as an emperor cannot abandon his country, parents should not abandon their children.
Eve, who inherited the throne of the ancient god, naturally also needs to bear corresponding responsibilities.
For her, being able to live openly will be a very difficult struggle...
……
Maple Leaf City, White Maple Castle.
This is the core area of Maple Leaf City. It is a castle built on the ruins of elves. It is also where the owner of the Maple Leaf Territory, Otto von Cappadocia, lives and works. It is the place where the entire Maple Leaf Territory lives up to its name. Core.
The castle is made of white boulders. It is said that it was built by dismantling the former elven buildings and reusing the materials. It is very majestic.
It is rumored that because the Cappadocia family has acquired the inheritance and wealth of the elves, the interior decoration of the White Maple Castle is even more gorgeous, and contains countless elven cultural relics and magic items...
At this moment, in Bai Maple Castle.
A middle-aged man wearing a butler's uniform was walking anxiously in the reception hall of the castle.
It was Anders who returned to Maple Leaf City with the players.
However, Anders didn't look good at this moment. There were fine beads of sweat on his forehead, and there was anxiety that could not be concealed between his brows.
After a while, suddenly, a man dressed as a guard walked in from outside the hall.
Anders' eyes lit up and he hurriedly greeted him, asking with some expectation and some worry:
"How was it?"
The castle guard saluted Anders and said respectfully:
"Mr. Anders, we have already inquired. All the underground chambers of commerce have been looted, and the person who did it... is probably the southern caravan that came to Maple Leaf City with you."
"How is that possible?"
Anders' eyes widened after hearing this, and his breathing became a little heavier.
"Then...what now?"
He asked again urgently.
"It's already in chaos. It is said that...several underground chambers of commerce have sent out powerful silver men to trace it, but they haven't come back yet."
"White...Silver!"
Anders' pupils narrowed slightly.
Being able to send out powerful silver men shows that the blows suffered by several chambers of commerce this time are not small...
He has invested in all these chambers of commerce, especially the Sauron Chamber of Commerce. If the losses are really too great, then he will be miserable...
"Damn Southern nobles! They actually deceived me!"
He said bitterly.
"And..."
The guard paused and continued:
"It is said that all the elves and half-elf slaves of the underground chamber of commerce were deceived by those people."
"Both elves and half-elves slaves were deceived?"
"That's right...even the elves of the Oak Hand are gone."
Anders was stunned for a moment, then his face suddenly turned pale:
"Then...doesn't that mean that the auction organized by the Earl in a few days..."
"Yes, I'm afraid... there are no elven slaves left."
The guard said.
Hearing these words, Anders was in a daze and almost sat down on the ground.
"It's over...it's over now...if the earl knows about it, he will definitely be angry."
His forehead began to sweat continuously.
You know, many of the many foreign merchants and nobles gathered in Maple Leaf City are here for the elves!
The elf auction was also spread by the Earl himself.
If this matter goes wrong, it will undoubtedly make the earl a laughing stock among the nobles!
And the source of all this is that he brought in those southern nobles...
Thinking of this, Anders became more and more frightened.
"What's going on?"
He subconsciously grabbed the guard, his expression ferocious.
The guard was startled. He struggled subconsciously, but was surprised to find that he could not break free from the old butler's control. In the end, he could only tell what he knew:
"It is said... that the southern nobles exchanged the tamed elves with the chamber of commerce for other elves, and after the exchange, those domesticated elves committed suicide one after another..."
"Not only that, I heard that even the corpses were not left behind. Many people said that their corpses disappeared immediately, and I don't know whether it is true or not..."
"Exchange for domesticated elves?"
After hearing what the guard said, Anders was slightly stunned.
"Where do those southern guys get their elves from?"
He muttered to himself in confusion.
At this moment, another guard hurried in from outside.
That was one of Anders' cronies.
"Lord Anders! Lord Anders!"
He ran and panted.
"The Earl is back!"