MTL - For Thousands of Years, My Weakest Brother Has Become a Demon King (1000 Years Later, Even My Weakest Follower Has Become A Demon King)-Chapter 218 Magical identification

   Chapter 218 Magic Appraisal

   The scene in front of him made Nezemar feel extremely uncomfortable.

  The blood flowed down the man's jaw, dripping onto the man's clothes sewn from animal skins, stunned into blood flowers. And behind him, on the altar used for the "Sacrament Ceremony", is a **** scene that no reasonable person can accept.

   For Nezemar, compared to the shaved flesh and bones, and the vague outline that is no longer human. What made her even more unacceptable was the numbness and sadness in the eyes of the two children, and the mechanical movements of the hands that still did not stop after being baptized by the numbness and sadness.

   Even if the presiding judge had clearly explained the origin of this tradition to her, after seeing such a tragedy, she could not convince herself that it was correct.

   Devouring blood-connected relatives - this is something no soul should do.

  The forest elf man stopped in front of the old Druid, he only had time to wipe the blood on his face hastily, and immediately knelt down.

   Originally planned to walk to the other end of the Canopy Temple, and the Druid who was investigating those aliens had to stop when he saw this. He waved his hand to let the Wild Hunters who were guarding him go over first, guarding the gate at the other end of the temple, and then looked down at the man who was blocking his way.

  Since every forest elves will eventually become part of the Ravenwood Sacred Grove, the Druid as the Sacred Grove keeper is obliged to listen to the voices of every clan.

   "It is his duty to deal with the bad seeds, so is there nothing right?"

  The old man first glanced at the half-processed people under the altar, then walked to the woman who was kneeling on the ground, and asked in a solemn tone.

   On top of the life blessing of the World Tree, the vitality of all the forest elves is extremely weak. We are but can be immune to almost all diseases and plagues. Even if we are violently injured, as long as we are directly hit the vital part and die on the spot, the forest elves can basically heal and recover quickly through rest.

   But all those gifts are also unconditional. The "little mother" gives us a weak vitality in the hope that we can take a step back and expand the boundaries of Ravenwood Forest before we grow old and become trees. Therefore, these are qualified elves who can survive to the old forest, and will be called "bad seeds" by the same family - that is, the seeds that can contribute to the expansion of the sacred forest.

And that is also a **** and cruel "Sacrament Ceremony", which is actually a lot of reasons - as long as it is a time of war, or when tribal warriors retire to the death battle selection, a very small number of special forest elves can live to the end of their lives, When incarnated as a tree.

   Therefore, outside the culture of forest elves, it is a very shameful thing to be able to live to the stage of tree formation. Therefore, the relatives of the deceased must eat the remains of the deceased, but with the help of beasts or me.

   In a sense, it is also a means of punishment and warning.

"Little man, your wife died at the hands of the imperial messenger's lackeys, because of dirty magic, please let these aliens pay blood for blood, and you are willing to perform the sacrament ceremony on this perpetrator. !"

  The woman raised her head with gritted teeth, her eyes filled with anger waiting to be ignited.

   As soon as these words came out, the other forest elves outside the temple who later visited the temple immediately talked about it.

   "Killed by an envoy sent by the Empire?"

   "How dare these sorcerers dare to kill the children of the 'Little Mother' in the Sacred Grove?"

   "Does the little duke even manage that kind of thing?"

"Why do you care? In the future, you want to replace the land for growing green grass with grapes, and is it your idea to export red wine to the empire? As a man, it is possible to become the husband of the 'little mother', so you will work hard To please the Empire, use these wizards..."

   "...Shh, don't mention that thing outside, go back and talk about it..."

   Although it was just a small whisper, Naizhuang Eli, who had received professional training, could hear it very muddy.

   It seems that the forest elves are very satisfied with the current policy of the Duke of Sacred Tree...

   Nedruid thought so.

   "Cough, quiet."

   The old Zemaar, who had buds and leaves growing under his head, coughed heavily to stop the surrounding whispers, and then looked at the woman with anger in her eyes and said:

   "He said the imperial envoy killed his wife, is there no evidence?"

"The other party used tangible witchcraft to slit your wife's throat, just because the other party saw the prey your wife hunted, and you were willing to give it to the other party. That incident happened today, in the southwest of the Sacred Grove. Under this hill of the Ministry, you saw it with your own eyes."

   The woman opened her mouth full of blood and said.

   "In other words, is there anyone other than him who can help testify?"

   Hearing that, Zemar's originally frowning brows became slightly relieved. I turned to the priest in charge of the "Sacrament Ceremony" singing, and the other party immediately understood:

"My wife was dead when she was brought in. The fatal wound was, as the gentleman said, a cut under the throat. But as to whether it was caused by witchcraft, you are vague. But considering that I said that the beast my wife hunted was the gray claw wolf, it is also possible that the sharp claws of the gray claw wolf could cause…”

   The woman immediately turned to the priest when she heard the words, stared at her beast-like eyes, and said in a voice that was almost roaring:

"Does he think you are a fool? Can you tell the difference between the wound caused by the gray-clawed wolf and the wound caused by cutting the air through witchcraft? And your wife is a warrior of the Eagle Feather tribe who has received the blessing of seven tattoos, can you tell the difference? Will you beat even a gray claw wolf?"

The priest shrank his neck slightly before seeing the other person's special look as if he wanted to eat people (actually he did), but before seeing the fierce expression on Zemar's face on the side, he was strong again. Emboldened to continue:

   "When he said that, I'm afraid he can only judge by asking an experienced old hunter to come over to assess the wound, but then..."

The priest    looked at the half-eaten corpse and continued:

   "It's already like that, so there's no value in judging."

   "It was he who urged you to hold the 'Sacrament Ceremony' at the time! If you slow down, the corpse will rot!"

   Hearing the other party's words, the woman immediately burst into flames, accompanied by an eagle's scream, and the tattoo of the eagle's claws under the woman's fingers instantly took shape into sharp claws.

   "When he sent it over, there was indeed no sign of corruption..."

   also knows whether it is right or wrong, and the more the priest speaks, the louder his voice is.

  This woman raised her paws in a sullen voice when she heard the words, but while waiting for me to do something impulsive, the old Zemar raised her hand slightly. A light green breath instantly rose up in the woman's seven weeks, and then I trembled and raised my head as if under a huge amount of pressure.

   "He was quiet first, and shot a priest outside the Canopy Temple. Does he really know what he is doing?"

  The old man gave this warning, and then I continued:

   "Ask again, apart from him, are there any other witnesses? Since there is a way to judge the type of wound, you can convict these aliens based on his words alone."

   "The spirits of the wilderness can testify for you, and the little mother of the holy tree can testify for you, they have all witnessed all that!"

   The woman said in a low voice while breaking free and raising her head.

   The old man just sighed when he heard the words.

"But they have a way to open their mouths to testify... That's it, although there is no way to identify the wound, but if it really died from witchcraft, there will definitely be no magic left behind. You should report to the Duke immediately about that matter. Besides, with the love of the duke for the people, you will definitely send a magic caster from outside the staff to come over for appraisal. He should be satisfied with that treatment, right?"

  The old man's words were like a basin of ice water was poured under the woman's head. I was stunned for eight or seven seconds before I said:

   "The members of the staff of the Duke's staff are all recruited from the empire. Does he mean to let the imperial people check themselves?"

   My tone was a little more intense than before, but the phantom of the eagle's claws became more solid, expressing my emotions at the moment.

  The old man frowned and said:

"Outside the Holy Tree City, there are only people who are proficient in magic, and there are only people in the staff of the Duke's hand. If you really go to the Star Lighthouse to find a magic caster, his wife's body will probably rot after completing the 'Sacrament Ceremony'. , does he want to commit the crime of violating the contract with the 'little mother'?"

   "They...they all colluded..."

   The woman said in a coherent manner, and there was a desperate look in my eyes, as if I was ready to resort to violence at any time.

   Forest Zhuang Eli, who had subdued the opponent with one move, took a half step forward casually and raised his hand.

   "Dad, can you eat?"

   That is, when the atmosphere was delicate, at the altar, the two children who stopped the ceremony looked at their struggling father and asked.

   The woman immediately turned her head to look at her two children, the tyranny in her eyes dissipated by half.

   "You...they..."

  The tyranny has dissipated, and what remains is regret and despair.

Upon seeing this, the priest beside    immediately seized the opportunity and said:

"Even if he thinks about himself, he has to think about his own children. Besides, is he doubting the justice of the Duke's staff? Besides, in a radius of dozens of kilometers, apart from what the Duke has in his hands, what else is there to do? Can you find a magic caster who can identify the remnants of regressive magic power, if there is none, you are willing to let us come..."

  Nedruid determined that if he wanted to identify himself as a magic caster here, he would help the poor man in front of him to retreat from the residual magic power identification. But because of the successive orders of the presiding judge and the villain - let yourself wait for me to come back quietly outside, you are constantly entangled in the turbulent waters that you should go to.

   After repeated attempts, Nedruid finally made up his mind. But also at that time, a slightly trembling voice of a male sounded in front of you.

"you…"

   Nai Zhuang Eli turned his head, next to him, the man who had been wrapping his head in a turban, took a big step back.

   "You can help that gentleman to identify the residual magic power."

   You said so.

   (end of this chapter)