The Northern Sword God
Aran Megil's Celebration.
The Aran Megil Celebration was a celebration conducted in the Elf Domain hundreds of years ago. This celebration is always celebrated regularly every five years.
This celebration ceremony was nothing more than a tribute ceremony reminiscing about the glory days of the Sword King who came from this Elf Domain.
But as early as 500 years ago, this celebration ceremony was also a ceremony of recognition request from the Ice Dragon and Ice Emperor Sword over someone who was elected to be the next Sword King.
In the middle of the forest that has a lot of overgrown old Ek trees, as old as the Elves of the previous era, there is a hill called Tan Olish Hill.
At the foot of Tan Olish hill there is a small field full of soft green grass. The Elves of every celebration Aran Megil will always gather to sing, dance and donate their magical creations.
Tan Olish Hill itself is more suitable said to be a natural stone cliff. Where on the cliff wall was painted a sword of ice and a beautiful image of the Ice Dragon.
It is said that the image was made by the 1000-year-old Sword King using his mental abilities (soul magic). So even though the painting has been consumed by time, but every corner of the painting is still very clear shape because magic retains its charm.
The ice sword painting was a symbol of the existence of the peerless Sword King. While the image of the Ice Dragon is a legendary Dragon image for the Elves in the Northern Region.
Dragons themselves as mythological creatures are divided into 4 types :
1.Dragon Tien Lung or Heavenly Dragon in charge of guarding the palace of the gods.
2.The Shen Lung Dragon or Spiritual Dragon that reigns over wind and rain
3.Dragon Ti Lung or Earth Dragon that reigns over water and ice on the surface of the earth
4.Dragon Fucang Lung or Dragon of the underworld of the earth in charge of guarding the treasure that is in it.
The image of the Dragon on the wall of the hill/cliff is Ti Lung, an Earth Dragon who rules water and ice on the surface of the earth. The Elves in this Elf domain revere this Ti Lung type Dragon very much. It is believed that this dragon maintains the harmony of the Northern Region which is dominated by ice.
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That night in the Main City of the Elves namely the City of Bunya Oira, all the Elves of this Domain came in crowds to rejoice in the celebration of Aran megil (The Feast of the Glory of the Sword King).
Since the morning, the city located on top of the old and ancient trees had been very crowded. All the Elves from all over came and gathered in the city and then together towards Tan Olis Hill.
The day before, Wang Yong had been reminded by Baron Wei to be careful when attending this celebration party. There would be so much magic that would fly as an overflow of elf excitement.
Wang Yong was even taught a special spell so as not to fall into a trance when all the magic was put in the form of singing and music later.
Wang Yong who had experienced that trance (shortness) became very serious with the spell taught by Baron Wei. In the early days he had bounced himself and enveloped his entire body with an aura that was the antidote to trance magic spell.
Because such trance-repellent magic spells will always experience attacks when singing, dancing or music is sung later, or when, it was certain that the mental Qi energy used to maintain the trance repellent aura would quickly be drained away.
Lucky for now the Pearl Ring of Life has been completed by Elf Niu Gazian. Wang Yong had worn the Pearl Ring of Life. Because the ring was only completed 2 days ago and he had, the Qi energy savings that he had stored had not been fully filled in the ring.
Wang Yong had just filled 2 spaces in the ring. The other 3 rooms were still empty. But according to Wang Yong's estimation of using 2 Qi energy rooms, it was enough for him to follow the party of Elves full of magic sprinkles.
When preparing for the Feast of Aran Megil, in Wang Yong's room was available the clothes given by Lady Zhang's servant Ren Dou. Ren Dou handed over a wide, loose-sleeved tunic to wear at the celebration party.
The green tunic of the moss looks very smooth and dazzling. The theme alone is because the material is woven using Elf magic singing.
There is also a headdress in the form of a crown of circular leaves wrapped around the head. When Wang Yong finished dressing up aided by Rend Dou, he looked at himself in front of the mirror. Where was that 14-year-old teenager who at that time was just as a working student in the Cloud Sword Sect?
The figure that appeared in front of him was a dashing young man wearing a tunic robe of Elf-style sedodorant complete with a crown of leaves on the head.
Even Wang Yong himself felt awed at the appearance of himself right now.
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When Wang Yong arrived at the foot of Tan Olish Hill, there were many Elves crowded in the place. In the midst of the Elves, Baron Wei stood out and was playing the harp (harp/gu zheng. Kecapi is an old language) with a song composition that Wang Yong himself has very memorized.
When the lute was picked from the slender fingers, a series of rhythms containing magic instantly resounded throughout the field.
When he heard the details of the magical harp, without command. The smooth, melodious voice of the Elf was like a flute coming out with magic-containing power. Very very sedating listeners.
All El sang happily while occasionally throwing magic in the direction of the forest. All the plants, the trees swayed as if understanding the meaning of the song and enjoying the composition. The forest animals also do not want to lose. They come to gather and participate in the festive atmosphere.
Actually with such a celebration ceremony, practically
also all the Elves were indirectly performing rituals for the singing of fertility and the preservation of living things in the forest.
Nevertheless he realized that his Qi energy was slowly beginning to erode. It was due to the influence of all the humming, the music that sounded was magic as if attacking his aura to open the veil on him.
Wang Yong was very grateful to have the Pearl Ring of Life. So he did not need to worry about the Qi that would quickly run out.
Just evening was approaching, banging Fion in circulation. All the Elves touched Fion and drank it like water. Wang Yong did not want to lose. He casually sucked a large spoonful of Fion into his mouth.
“Sluurrrpp.
When Fion entered his stomach, Wang Yong immediately felt himself floating and the liquid made his mood very happy.
Without hesitation he grabbed another big spoonful of Fion and drank it. Lady Zhang who was in the limelight at the event laughed looking at Wang Yong when grabbing a large spoonful of Fion. But Baron wei came to Wang Yong and warned him.
Fion is a forest wine grown using magic singing. His refining technique also used Elf magic.
Therefore Fion was a drink that contained so much intoxicating magic that Wang Yong was only allowed to drink two spoons. He was not allowed to drink the third spoon.
Wang Yong promised inwardly. He would occasionally use Elf farmers to learn the techniques of making Fion. Then he laughed happily and dissolved in the atmosphere.
Lady Zhang laughed at Wang Yong when commemorated by Baron Wei. However Wang Yong obeyed Baron Wei's words by stopping consuming Fion. Everyone looks so happy. Songs and music were then performed alternately on a small stage at the foot of Tan Olish Hill.
The forest animals gathered on Tan Olish Hill look like animals in a trance. They were clearly unable to protect themselves from the influence of magic spread in the form of singing and music.
Even some of the animals who could not afford the party were seen to have fallen unconscious.
Towards midnight when the celebration party was getting crowded because one by one the elves had experienced trance.Suddenly Lady Zhang said, (the voice was smooth like the string of a harp).
“All the Elf People from all over this Domain, the night of Aran Megil's celebration has come the time to process the request for the Sword King's recognition.
Note: Guizu means Elf nobleman.
Upon hearing that the Sword King's confessional spell procession was about to be chanted, all the Elves increasingly fell into excitement. The singing of the Elf with a flute-like voice grew louder and louder throughout the forest.
Everyone danced happily. Wang Yong, who was originally unaffected, was also seen beginning to dissolve in excitement. It seemed like he was starting to be affected by the feeling of trance due to the singing of Elves. Or at least he started to get drunk on magic because of Fion's influence.
Even the human child started dancing happily with some Elves. Everyone laughed happily.
It was then that Lady Zhang began to chant the demand for the Sword King's acknowledgement in the Old Language Elf,
“A thousand years have passed, and during that time we have lost the King called the Sword King. Tonight let us ask for the confession of the Spirit Bing Ji Dian and the Spirit Ti Lung. Nurture a new Sword King"
Note: Bing Ji Dian is the Sword Emperor Sword while Ti Lung is the Ice Dragon ruler of Water and Ice.
“Duaar...”.
A number of spell sentences were chanted and Lady Zhang was followed by all the Elves chanting the same matra then cast the spell towards the painting of the Sword and Ice Dragon Ti Lung.
.......Silent for a moment......
Everyone is hoping something happens. For hundreds of years the Elves held a summoning ceremony for the Sword King's confession, but there was never any phenomenon or reaction from the two paintings.
According to the ancient story, when one would be recognized as the Sword King, then the painting of the Emperor Sword and Dragon Ti Lung would live on and bounce off the would-be Sword King with Sword Spirit and Ice Dragon Spirit.
After fifteen minutes had passed and there had been no phenomenon or reaction from the two paintings, Lady Zhang smiled bitterly and said,
“Good Elf people. We continue singing and dancing to bless all plants and animals so that the balance of the living environment remains teharmonization”.
Immediately tremble, humming and music again broke the silence earlier.
Lady Zhang complained inwardly but she still wished that five years would come, at the feast of Aran Megil's celebration, which was, he hoped there would be recognition from both paintings to convert one of the Elves into the new King of Swords.
Lady Zhang was unaware when she was gratefully disappointed, Ti Lung's dragon painting eyeballs flickered. His tail even started to sway. While the painting of the Ice Emperor Sword seemed to start billowing out ice vapor…..
No Elf or anyone in that place was aware of the movement of the incarnation of the two paintings. All was dissolved in the excitement of the magic song and drunkenness of Fion.
*Connected*