Chapter 120 Destiny
A gentle voice sounded behind Lysabel, and she turned to see an old elf woman sitting in front of a fireplace that had long been extinguished.

"Come and sit down. It's not easy to talk while standing."

The old elf pointed to the chair opposite and motioned for Lysabel to sit over.

"Is it cold? It's already late autumn outside."

The old elf woman waved her hand, and the flames in the fireplace rose.

Lisabel sat down on the chair somewhat stiffly. She was very familiar with this voice and often heard it when praying.

"Late autumn?"

It was midsummer on the continent, and even the snow in the northern mountains would melt during this time. Lisabel looked out the window again. There were only a few leaves left on the branches, and a few birds were putting hair they had picked up from somewhere into their nests, seemingly preparing for the winter.

"Yes, winter is coming soon here, and many people may not survive this winter."

Lysabel took note of this, and then, with a hint of hesitation, he spoke.

"Excuse me, you are my Lord of Nature..."

The old elf woman handed over a cup of hot ginger tea, and Lysabelle didn't notice when the tea appeared.

"Don't worry, have a drink first and warm yourself up. There's not much time left."

Seeing Lysabel take the cup of tea, the elf smiled and continued speaking.

"Yes, just as you thought, I am the being you call the God of Nature."

Although she had guessed it, Lisabel's hands still shook and she almost dropped the teacup in her hand.

"Don't be nervous. I just want to ask a few simple questions. Those elves, they can't get in here."

Lisabel steadied the teacup in her hand and calmed herself down.

"I feel like something is wrong with the guy you call the Sun God. Is there something going on outside?"

Seeing that Lysabel had calmed down, the old elf asked her first question.

"The followers of the Sun God Cult have recently begun to behave very radically and extremely. They have inexplicably begun to hate all foreign races."

Lisabel briefly talked about his recent observations regarding the Sun God Cult.

“Did the grassroots clergy have a drastic change in their thinking in a short period of time?”

The old elf woman muttered to herself.

"Have they been rapidly expanding the number of believers recently?"

Lysabel nodded.

“And then they were launching an attack on the forest.”

The old elf nodded.

"It seems that he hasn't completely lost himself yet and is still trying to dismantle the echo wall. I hope he can succeed."

The old elf stood up and added some firewood to the fireplace.

"Let's stop talking about the Sun God here. I already have a general idea of ​​it."

The old elf woman paused, and after adding firewood, the flames in the fireplace surged upwards again.

"Now, let's talk about your business."

Lisabel frowned. She was just an ordinary human. Perhaps she had a stronger affinity with nature, and could hear the words of the gods more clearly when she prayed. But she was not the only one. There were several such people in the Windwhispering Kingdom, including the Pope of the Church of the God of Nature in the Windwhispering Kingdom. Compared to them, Lisabel didn't know what special things she had that were worth a god's personal attention.

"my business?"

The old elf nodded.

"Yes, your story, such as how you met the dragon that took you as a servant."

"Well, I just had no choice. I have no intention of giving up my faith and serving you anymore."

The old woman reached out and caught the cup that Lisabel had dropped in panic. Then she looked at the flustered Lisabel quietly until she slowly calmed down, and then she spoke again.

"I don't mean to blame you, I just want to ask what kind of dragon it is."

Only when Lisabel saw that the god she believed in did not punish her did she open her mouth tremblingly.

"That's a strange dragon, it seems to be a species that has never been recorded."

"Describe it in detail."

The old elf woman picked up the kettle beside her, refilled the cup with tea, and handed it to Lysabel.

"That should be a young dragon with black scales. But unlike ordinary black dragons, its scales shimmer with a metallic luster, and the outer edges of those scales are golden, as if they were inlaid with a layer of gold."

Lisabel took the cup of tea, and when she saw the gentle smile of the old woman in front of her, her nervousness and fear somehow disappeared.

"There is also a silver dragon beside him, and they seem to have a good relationship. From this, I can tell that he is not an evil dragon."

"How did you meet him?"

A look of pain appeared on Lisabel's face.

"On the day when the Whispering Wind Kingdom was destroyed, we were surrounded by the troops of the Valandi Kingdom. With nowhere else to go, we performed a random teleportation."

"And you teleported into a dragon's lair?"

Lysabel nodded.

"I was also separated from my teammates who were teleporting together."

The old elf woman closed her eyes and calculated the probability of this happening in her heart. Soon she shook her head and denied the possibility of coincidence. A normal dragon's lair would be protected by a stable magic array of space and time to prevent it from being touched by space magic while it was sleeping.

Even with the existence of the Council, there are still some ignorant young people who occasionally dream of becoming dragon slayers. As long as there is the most basic spatial stabilization array, spatial spells below level seven cannot locate the dragon's lair.

As for space spells above level seven, no one who can cast space spells of this level is a fool or a fool. They know very well what price they will pay for slaying a dragon.

"Random teleportation is just a fourth-level space spell. Theoretically, it is impossible to teleport into the dragon's lair."

Obviously, something had tampered with the spell, but the old woman thought about it and realized that she couldn't do it now to accurately teleport a random target into the dragon's lair and break through the defenses of the dragon's lair.

If you just want to send a believer into the dragon's lair, it is not difficult. All it takes is a devout believer to pray, and she can project her power into the world and send the believer into a dragon's lair.

However, if they wanted to manipulate the teleportation spell to achieve such an effect, even the so-called gods like them could not complete such a precise operation outside the world. But the old woman still spoke to confirm.

"Were there people who believed in other gods praying when you were teleporting?"

Lisabel tried hard to recall, but that memory was a little blurry due to fear and confusion. However, she did not remember anyone praying. Prayer requires a calm mind, and it is difficult to pray under the dizziness caused by teleportation.

The old woman's face turned serious.

"The hand of fate has begun to pluck the strings again..."

(End of this chapter)