Chapter 260: The Significance of Dragon Tears
Thousands of years ago...
The storm pounded fiercely against the stone walls of the temple.
The rocks on the seashore were hit by huge waves, and there were waves of heart-wrenching wails.
Thunder echoed dully in the dark corridor, and swaying shadows danced on the rough stone walls, providing silent accompaniment to the flickering torches.
Althea sat alone by the pool, wrapped in a fine rabbit-fur scarf to protect herself from the damp and cold.
"I heard you coming, Kualis..."
She spoke calmly, turning her head to the depths of the high rafters where the light could not reach.
Shadows rose, dragon wings whirred, and a small dragon flew over her head, circled half a circle in the wide hall of the temple, and landed beside her.
The dragon's wings were folded, and its sharp curved claws scraped the floor. It shook its head to shake off the water droplets all over its body.
Then, the little dragon's fat and soft body lay down beside the pool.
"Why don't you rest?"
Kualis's harsh voice came, and his big blue eyes looked at Althea who was hugging her knees in a friendly manner.
"The storm kept me awake, it reminded me of the night I lost my father, my brother, and myself..."
Althea said, turning her gaze from the little dragon to the calm water of the pool.
Xiaolong looked at her silently, while her thoughts drifted to the memories of the past.
The pain of the sacrifice was still fresh in her mind, and a tear ran down her cheek as she thought back to all she had given up.
In order to let her brother Avadain go back to save the tribe, she volunteered to stay here and serve the gods. She watched the destruction of the Sindarin elves, the suffering of the Noldor for thousands of years, and the birth, growth, illness and death of her brother's descendants from the crystal ball.
But no one remembered her.
The gods erased her memory from other people's hearts, and she silently endured a thousand years of loneliness and oblivion. No one remembered her, no one knew her, and no one could come here.
The gods made her immortal and kept her the same appearance as when she was a young adult, but even the gods could not ease the pain in her heart.
Being forgotten is the greatest sorrow.
Kualis was puzzled by her sadness. Although he had lived with the elf girl for many years, the tears she shed from time to time were still a mystery to the little dragon.
It could not understand the bond Althea felt with her people, especially the mysterious connection she had with her inseparable twin brother.
The dragonet is able to understand the loose solitary relationships within its own species, its love of hunting, and its courtship behavior that occurs every 20 years.
But it could not understand the logic behind the behavior of the elf Althea.
It has wondered more than once whether she has mental defects or suffers from some mental illness.
Then, Xiaolong felt a familiar touch in his consciousness, a gentle shift in perception, as if a certain will had taken up residence in his mind.
It knew that this was the oracle taking up residence in its consciousness again.
It had resisted this intrusion and domination of its mind long ago, and for centuries it had tried to fight this takeover of its consciousness, but in vain.
A failed struggle would only increase its own burden, but good cooperation seemed to be beneficial to both parties - this will that always liked to temporarily occupy its body gave Kualis an extremely powerful magic.
So now, out of habit, it had learned to simply relax and fade itself out of consciousness, leaving the body to this apparently more powerful will.
God's will.
"Althea, you look like you're in pain."
The oracle emitted the same harsh sound through Kualis' body.
The Oracle's takeover of the dragonet's body was silent and without warning, but Althea was aware of it all.
"Yes, the storm brings back sad memories."
She began to reply as usual.
"I know this is still a difficult decision for you, but you made this choice voluntarily... and I cannot erase the memory that I gave you, so I can only leave you here..."
The Oracle's attitude was actually very gentle. This being, who never showed up and only came by possessing other people, could obviously understand Althea's pain, and there was even a sense of empathy in his words.
"Yes, this is my own choice, but I will still feel sad... No one will know about it, no one will remember it, no one will come here, and I won't even grow old or die... I even forgot how long I have lived here."
Tears fell from Althea's purple eyes again.
"Althea, I have also been immersed in such loneliness... I am immortal but I can never appear in front of anyone..."
The oracle seemed to understand Althea's feelings: "Perhaps I should let Kualis understand your emotions... However, poor Kualis still cannot understand these, and it has always been at a loss for what to do about your sadness."
A warm and familiar feeling also appeared in Althea's mind, and the oracle entered her consciousness.
The stone walls around her began to fade away, and her vision gradually fell into darkness.
When she opened her eyes again, it was already morning.
The storm had gone away, the torches in the hall had gone out, and the bright sunlight dispelled all shadows and the pain in Althea's heart.
The air smelled fresh and clean, which meant it was still drizzling outside.
Kualis folded his wings, placed his forearms on his knees, and fell asleep among the sapphires that sparkled brightly.
"I am going to release Kualis's consciousness now. Please treat it gently. It is in deep distress now."
Said the oracle.
"Why is it distressed? What are these things?"
Althea looked at the little dragon possessed by Oracle, feeling confused.
She pointed to the blue gems that were scattered around the hall like stars, sparkling continuously.
"Ordinary dragons, even the smarter water dragons, cannot feel the emotions of elves. Their needs are simple, and they lack the emotional expression like your people. But I let Kualis feel your grief, Althea, these are the tears that Kualis shed when he felt your pain..."
The oracle seemed very patient. A being that has been facing almost endless loneliness is naturally very patient.
"But dragons cannot feel sadness, nor can they shed tears..."
Althea was still confused.
"There's a world of difference between not being able to and not being able to, Althea. At least last night, the little dragon did. Just like you yourself... the Noldor don't know magic, but that doesn't mean they can't use it."
The oracle seemed to be hinting at something: "But... when Kualis wakes up, he will undoubtedly be sulking, so quickly collect these scattered dragon tears. I believe these things will come in handy one day."
…
This is what Li Ang remembered when he saw the game screen on the monitor in the crystal ball.
For some reason, Li Ang's memory became very good at this time, and he could even recall the game concepts that he had only glanced at once.
Of course, this is the reason why Dragon Tears was created, and most players always have to take a look at it.
But to remember it so clearly, as if it were happening right before your eyes again, is incredible.
Perhaps, this is because his memory has been searched by that little dragon?
Therefore, all the things hidden deep in the corners of his memory were dug out?
Of course, Li Ang could realize the meaning of the picture on the crystal ball. It was obviously the picture deep in his memory.
Now, Li Ang felt that the purpose of Dragon Tears should not be to exchange for drugs such as the Elixir of Life, nor to obtain the support of the Noldor troops...
Dragon Tears are probably used to save lives and make contact.
Because Althea's sadness should come from the suffering, loneliness and... being forgotten of her people.
Since the dragon's tears were produced because the little dragon named Kualis felt Althea's sadness under the influence of the oracle, then the dragon's tears should naturally be related to these attributes - so Althea saw him at that time, and the little dragon's tears were meant to bring Althea a connection with her tribe and to ease Althea's pain, not for anyone else.
At the same time, when her consciousness 'saw' the little dragon, Althea said 'that is indeed the bloodline of Avadayne';
The little dragon also said, "This guy obviously doesn't look like an elf."
Of course, the tears shed by a dragon possessed by a god must have powerful divine power, which can probably allow a person to quickly recover from any injury, or even gain certain special abilities.
But the use of this divine power must be conditional - this is an item created by Althea's sorrow, and probably only a Noldor elf of the same blood as Althea can activate it.
If it had nothing to do with Althea's bloodline, I'm afraid Dragon's Tears would bring suffering, loneliness, and oblivion...
Just like Alaric, trapped in endless memories, causing pain and madness, he can only numb himself with alcohol.
The elixir of immortality that Alaric drank might indeed have been made from dragon's tears.
But Alaric was just an ordinary human. He didn't have Althea's blood. The dragon's tears could only trigger his memories and sadness. He was already considered strong-willed and physically tough for not dying from it...
After King Ulric fell ill, he looked everywhere for the blood of Noldor noble girls. It seems that the information obtained by Lady Philina was completely correct, and the three prophets did not deceive Ulric. He really needed the blood of Noldor noble girls to make life-saving medicine.
Perhaps, the king also got the Dragon Tears, and it was most likely from the Three Prophets - he sent Rayman to take the Three Prophets away, and then released the Three Prophets...
Apparently, the deal the three prophets made with the king was to trade dragon tears for freedom, and they did give the king a real cure.
——If the dragon tears are activated with the same bloodline as Althea, perhaps the dragon tears can heal everything and even allow people to have some elves' attributes.
For example, longevity.
The reason why the "blood of the noble girl of the Noldor" is emphasized is probably because Althea herself is also a girl, and it would be closer to Althea's own attributes - Althea was on that island, and the only person with her was a little dragon, so no matter how old she was, she would only be a girl for life.
Therefore, the only one who shares the same blood with her is probably Avadain, the first King of the Noldor Elfs.
Althea is obviously Avadain's twin sister and has exactly the same bloodline as Avadain, so only Avadain's descendants can activate Dragon Tears.
However, the current Noldor do not seem to realize this - they feel that dragon tears are very familiar and will always take the initiative to collect dragon tears, but they have always only used dragon tears as a source of magic power.
Its biggest function is to maintain the operation of the invisible magic circle of the city of Eracle.
They remembered Althea not, nor is there any record of her in the annals of the Noldor.
But Althea still protected the Noldor in her own way.
Leon felt that the reason why the invisible magic circle of the city of Eracle required the blood of the Elf King to activate it was probably not because blood was required to draw runes, but because Dragon Tears required the blood of Avadain.
Therefore, humans like me probably cannot use dragon tears to heal our wounds, and may even die suddenly from it. When Li Ang was first injured, the fragments of dragon tears quickly embedded in the wound, causing him to fall into a coma, and he almost died.
Leon had no blood of Avadain; his Noldor ancestry came only from Madigan, several generations later.
Madigan is only Felgoth's adopted son, not his biological son. Like Aldarian, he does not have the bloodline of the Elf King.
But the blood spurting out from Wendy's wrist fell into Leon's wound.
Wendy has pure purple eyes. She is the direct descendant of Avadain. It is her blood that allows Leon to obtain benefits that would otherwise be impossible.
Li Ang can now feel the vigorous power coming from his body, which is definitely not the power he had before he was injured.
I just don't know what King Ulric used to make the medicine. Leon saved Wendy in time, so the king should not have been able to obtain the blood of the Noldor, which has the bloodline of the Elf King...
It’s a pity that I can’t see my own attributes, so I don’t know how much I have enhanced.
Now, not only has the injury recovered, but the heartbeat rate has also become very slow. Perhaps this is the characteristic of the immortal race?
Li Ang decided to give it a try.
"Wendy, can I feel your heartbeat?"
The lord stretched out his claws towards Wendy.
"You you you...Leon...how are you going to feel?"
Wendy's face turned red again. The underage girl obviously didn't expect the Lord's request to be so direct...
The Noldor elves have very good hearing and they listen directly to their heartbeats.
But Leon definitely doesn’t have that kind of hearing ability, and he stretched out his claws. What...what is he going to do?
Wendy said she was nervous.
Want to run.
But his feet didn't move, and he bit his lips, making up his mind...
Then she took a deep breath and closed her eyes.
But Leon just grabbed Wendy's hand and started to feel her pulse...
Wendy didn't know this kind of Chinese medicine technique. She closed her eyes and kept biting her lips, her heart pounding...
Will he follow his touch to his heart?
If he touches it, should I beat him?
But Leon obviously had no intention of doing anything bad. He just quietly felt Wendy's pulse.
About forty times a minute.
It seems that the heartbeat of the Noldor is indeed slower than that of humans... but not much slower.
The heartbeat of this immortal race seems to be several times faster than mine? It seems that I made a wrong judgment?
So I am indeed abnormal now? What should I do?
It seems that I need to lie down and rest for a while, otherwise I might fall into a coma due to lack of oxygen...
In fact... this was mainly because Wendy was extremely nervous, and the underage girl's heartbeat was accelerating wildly...
Normally, it would be about ten times a minute...
But the Lord obviously had some misunderstanding. He sighed and said, "Wendy, I seem to be sick... I think I need to lie down for a while..."
Wendy opened her eyes suddenly, and looked at the sad-looking Li Ang in confusion - he was still in the mood to tease her just now, but now he is sick?
Could it be that this guy wants to squeeze onto the couch and lie down with me?
Are there so many tricks?
This is too bad! I am not even an adult yet!
Well, at this moment, Wendy remembered that she was underage.
"Hehe... So this is your true face! Then just lie down!"
Originally, Wendy thought she could make up her mind, but Leon went too far and she felt that she was no longer innocent. This was totally the behavior of a pervert!
"Oh! What are you doing... Stop hitting me... Wendy, I'm really sick... Ah ah..."
The lord finally lay down on the soft couch in the carriage, but he did so because he was beaten... Wendy was quite ruthless.
