Chapter 310 310. The inheritance of the Wind Shaman, creating "heroes"
A group of Warcraft from the "Nausicaa of the Wind" were brought into the border city under construction, and various , there are even two dragons, one cold and one hot.
The breath between them is pulling, the cold air and hot air collide, and a tornado-like storm will erupt anytime and anywhere - the relationship between these two dragons does not seem to be very good.
But they still maintained a good level of restraint and started fighting without seriously speaking.
This made Jamie feel relieved. If these two monsters with unknown magic levels were to fight on the spot, he would have no choice but to call for support.
Belen walked in front holding the harp that never left his body, and introduced Jamie: "They are both descendants of typhoons, but their relationship is not good."
"They want to live here. , you must make sure they are inside the hot and cold air lair, otherwise there will be a violent explosion. "
"I have written down all their habits. As long as you take good care of them, you will be able to produce a steady stream of wind magic ore.
You will never suffer. "
"Uh... yes, there is this."
The bard in green cloak took something out of his pocket.
It is a very simple thing, a wooden disc inserted on a wooden stick, and a blue-purple stone tied with a rope to the edge of the disc.
At first glance, it looks like a toy for children. For Jamie, who is used to seeing all kinds of sophisticated magic instruments, this place is really a bit crude.
“Well, this should be the only magic instrument left in that world.” Beren’s tone was a bit emotional: “Although I was once favored by the savior, fairy tales always have an ending.”
He handed the instrument to Jamie, "You will know if you try to turn it."
"Is that so?"
Jamie took it and turned it carefully.
“Hu~~~”
The gentle wind emerged on the edge of the stone, and then like a whirlpool, the pure power of the wind element surrounded the entire magic instrument and turned into a whirlpool. Small phoenix roll.
At this moment, he felt that his connection with the wind elements had become very close. Those wind elements were like friends and well-behaved children, who could be manipulated at his will.
He does not have any strong talent for magic, and he has never learned wind magic at all, but he can feel the wind element so easily.
"What a magical instrument. Is it the inheritance of a shaman?" Jamie asked: "It is said that shamans can be favored by all elements. This is the case with the earth spirit shaman we trade with."
“She doesn’t even have much knowledge, she just relies on the friendship and favor of the elements, It can cause storms anytime and anywhere."
Beren nodded and shook his head: "According to our understanding, this should be the inheritance of the shaman, but is the shaman really the darling of the elements?
The elements both favored them and restricted them
Young mage, if you had the choice, would you become a shaman? ”
This is indeed quite interesting to say. Jamie thought of his omnipotent teacher, and it seemed that he had also said something like this - with the blessing and favor of the elements, the shaman indeed It is extremely powerful and can even destroy the world
Thinking of this, his movements paused for a moment, and the rotating small stone fell down feebly, and the breeze surrounding him also fell. This moment is completely gone.
“No. "He replied, feeling more certain at the same time. This is the power related to shamans.
Once you don't believe it, or have some hesitation about it, its favor and friendship will also leave you.
But there is no denying the power of this thing.
The inheritance of the Wind Shaman.
If there really was a person with a clear mind who could become friends with the wind, wouldn't he be able to do many incredible things with the help of the wind?
“Are you sure you want to give this thing to me?” Jamie asked for the last time: “It is a very powerful shamanic creation.”
What answered him was Beren's gentle smile: "I feel the joy of nature in the wind of this city, and even the light of the sun is so blessing to you.
This is not even the Elf King City. The situation.
The wind would be happy if it could find a friend.
...Huh?"
Beren seemed to feel something.
He handed a blooming Wind Flower to Jamie: "I will deliver them all to you, as long as you can find someone who can use the Wind Wheel, you can communicate with our Breeze Store."
< br>After finishing speaking, he raised his head, and an extremely illusory ring pattern seemed to appear around him, surrounding him from head to toe.
His figure gradually faded under the sunlight. At first glance, it seemed as if it had melted into the sunlight. There was a star vaguely visible in the sky - you know it was broad daylight, but you could actually see it. To the stars.
Jamie looked thoughtfully at the rapidly disappearing star.
Then he couldn't help but smile and continued to make arrangements.
Maybe, his powerful teacher has been watching here?
……
Hanjiao Island.
In the divine power-restraining magic circle made from the pattern of the Ring of Light, Deimos was wearing tubes all over his body, silently being squeezed by Croa for his divine power of light.
The divine power of light is a flowing golden white light, warm, but it gives people a sense of superiority. If it were an ordinary person, they would only be in awe of it and would not even dare to approach it.
"The fear of God."
Kloya picked up a ray of holy light, rounded it and flattened it like plasticine. There seemed to be some tiny pieces of light inside that were affected by his actions. Squeezed out.
The Holy Light becomes purer.
Deimos watched this scene in silence, always feeling like his eyes were almost bulging out - that was the holy light of the Father of Light, a powerful god, no matter how powerful Croya was He has just become a seventh-level mage.
Whenever he felt that he was shocked by Croya, the latter would always surprise him directly with something even more shocking.
"Well, these should be almost enough."
After squeezing it for a while, Croya threw the processed holy light with satisfaction into the sacred magic circle made of pure clay tablets next to it, and then joined A touch of clear cyan starlight.
The sacred magic circle suddenly shone brightly.
As the provider of detailed magic patterns for the magic circle, Deimos knew exactly what it was. This was the "God-inspired" sacred magic circle at the bottom of the box of the Holy See of Light.
As long as you are illuminated by light, you can instantly return to the magic circle no matter where you are. It is an extremely powerful means of saving your life. If you want to interrupt this kind of space teleportation, you must have a higher level of divine power than light. The father must be taller.
But there are really few people with higher status than the Father of Light...
Of course, this thing also has a very powerful function, which is forced summoning - violent spatial fluctuations can make people temporarily lose the ability to resist, and be captured by the magic patterns of the sacred magic circle, and brought back Go inside the magic circle.
It stands to reason that no one should be able to reproduce this. After all, no one has the authorization of the Father of Light’s divine power, and even other gods cannot crack it.
But Croya can use it at will, and even has a vague suppressive power from the upper level to the lower level.
Coupled with the magic power of Kongyao Ark, it is easy to do this.
Now Croya is using this ability, and he also specially used an unknown bard as a test subject.
He wanted to see if it could work on such a powerful transcendent.
If it is feasible, at least in the lands outside the Seven Kingdoms, anyone who encounters a life-threatening incident can come back directly.
"Change the name...I'll call you for an emergency recall."
"Well...I have to find friends from the dwarf tribe to buy some high-concentration magic crystals to build a crystal tower."< br>
"My crystal is not pure enough." He looked at the bard who gradually emerged from the magic circle with a flat expression, his eyes full of the knowledge and curiosity of a mage.
“Standing wind, stagnant life.”
“You seem to be abandoned by time, forcibly fixed in the present by the wind belonging to the past.”< br>
Beren instantly felt like he was completely seen through, as if every bone, every blood vessel, and every drop of blood were exposed to the bright sunshine, and no shadow could exist.
He could no longer keep calm and lowered his head respectfully: "Powerful mage, I have no ill intentions towards you and your forces."
"Really?" Croya asked doubtfully: "Those What exactly is the wind monster from the star realm, and why should it be given to my apprentice?”
"...That was what Teacher Wendy ordered." Belen could only say clearly: "He said that it was a gift to you, a shaman's inheritance from the star realm.
Being able to communicate with the wind of the astral world is not limited to this world.”
“Wendy”
"I know his name, but I'm sure I've never met him."
"Is he my grandfather?"
Although Croya knew that he was well-liked by everyone, Flowers bloom, but this kind of person whom he has never met before... must be related to his grandfather.
The question is, is it really "his" grandfather, or the grandfather of the original owner Cloya?
But Beren shook his head: "It has nothing to do with anyone, just that you have met my teacher."
After he said this, he refused to say anything more.
Even though Croya was staring at him closely, and the blazing light illuminated his death fixed by the wind so that it was almost impossible to hide, he refused to say a single word.
So Croya did not force Beren anymore. He actually had some thoughts in his mind. Time...maybe it is not now but the future?
He once heard the legend of the Time Dragon from Miya. That kind of special dragon can travel in the gaps of time, leaving different but the same legends in the past, future and present.
The Wendy poet, who has left his own legend in countless poems and travel notes, is probably a powerful existence that can appear in different times like the Time Dragon.
Time is so wonderful, but it is not something he can understand now. The magic of time is close to the legendary level, and even ordinary legends are not qualified to learn it.
He breathed a sigh of relief.
Took out a bracelet from the storage space next to it and handed it to Belen: "Take this as my gift. I hope you can walk in this world easier."
Beren looked down at the hand-woven bracelet and took several deep breaths to suppress the surprise in his heart - this, this is the authority of the goddess of the underworld!
Among the many gods, only death is the god that they cannot interfere with, because death itself transcends time, and no time can affect death.
This gift allows him to temporarily escape the "protection" of the wind and has the power to allow "dead people" like him to walk on the earth.
He simply couldn't imagine what kind of price other companions would pay in exchange for knowing the existence of this thing - there is a big difference between being protected by the wind and being able to walk freely.
He thanked him sincerely: "Thank you for your gift...Is there anything I can do to help you?"
"Yes." Croya looked at him, "I I want you to help me train some bards who can walk on the continent, who can protect themselves, and who can ...a bard who steals intelligence. "
In fact, he has long wanted to cultivate a group of special personnel dedicated to intelligence work, but the implementation of the orphan plan did not go smoothly - they were indeed able to obtain it. Some information, but the real high-level information is completely unavailable.
After all, he was just hanging out in the circle of ordinary people, so he really couldn't get information from high-level people.
The channels for him to get information so far are from the Warcraft and War Pet Shop and the magic food shop where ladies and ladies often go.
Relying on these shops, as well as some taverns, magic prop shops, and annual competitions that were opened one after another, he did get a lot of information.
If we follow the practices of other forces, they may specially train a group of women to seduce those stupid nobles to achieve their own goals.
This is a very common method. Rob has advised Croya many times and said that if Croya is not willing, he can continue to work and be responsible for this aspect.
But Croya always felt a little uncomfortable, maybe it was hypocritical, he never agreed to adopt this plan, but planned to choose other methods.
Bard is a good choice.
But the problem comes again. He has indeed learned a lot of music magic, and he also has a pretty good relationship with the elves. It should be quite easy to train a bard.
But the truth is...it's not as easy as imagined.
Wanting to travel across the entire continent requires strong strength and power. Even bards, so far I have heard that members of Time and Wind can walk at will.
In the future, Croya can do it, but now he can only find a way to cooperate with Shi Yufeng, hoping that his apprentices can see more of the world for him and get some information.
Hearing Croya's request, Beren hesitated for a while before nodding hesitantly: "I personally can agree to your request, but other companions may not, unless you can come up with more... "
"No problem." Croya recalled the goddess of Hades and Miya who were still content to work in the small plane every day making bracelets, and waved her hand: "The most I can do. A hundred quotas should be enough to exchange for your help, right?”
“But these special magic tools need to be recharged in time. I hope we can have a happy cooperation.”
The transaction? Originally, the two sides were relatively speaking. When Croya needed Feng's perfect training methods and reputation for bards, the other party would also need his bracelets that could make the dead walk on the ground.
Anyway, Keleha has made it clear that he can use these bracelets at will. For this goddess, he can let one go and chase a group of them - he is assured that Croya will not use them to do anything that will embarrass him.
The power that seems so precious to others is just turning a blind eye to the goddess.
After all, Cloya can help him alleviate the precarious river of the underworld. This will help him, and he is even willing to find trouble with the God of Light and the Mother Goddess of the Earth for Cloya.
For example, those believers increase the attraction of the underworld when they die, and the bishops do not grant permission when they want to perform resurrection spells, which reduces the number of newborns in the diocese of light and earth...< br>
These are all within the scope of His authority. As long as there is a jam, it will cause them great pain. As for making trouble, there are only Him and His followers in the vast underworld. It cannot be done by relying on relationships. of.
One hundred places sounded like Belen was hit on the head by a big iron block. He was stunned for a while before swallowing hard and agreed on the spot.
“May our cooperation be like the wind, to the end of time.”
Croya nodded with satisfaction, and then asked Samuel to discuss specific matters with him - he All you need to do is make a decision and leave the rest to your subordinates.
If you want to be a hands-off shopkeeper, you have to train your subordinates.
After sending Beren away, he looked at Deimos who was hiding and asked: "I want to steal his authority. Regarding the authority of war, do you think the Church of God of War will support me? ”
"I heard that the God of War is actually the patron god of half-orcs and real orcs. In terms of faith, the breadth of faith should be much higher than that of the Father of Light, right?"
Deimos immediately replied: "The concept of war It is indeed very broad. Like me, in fact, what we really control should be the 'war of light' under the authority of the Father of Light. As long as we are the righteous party considered by the vast majority of people , my divine power will be enhanced."
"But what the God of War Tan Cersei controls is actually the power of war that is close to order, and there is also a part of... the blessing of fate."
Even if it is. Even for a war god like him, when it comes to "destiny", he feels incomprehensible and even a little afraid - the goddesses of luck and misfortune, but no god dares to provoke them.
"The war of order." Croya thought thoughtfully: "Then he probably doesn't want to see such chaos now, right? If someone who can stop the light and the earth mother suddenly comes out at this time, What will happen to the heroes of the unjust war of God’s Church?”
"..."
Deimos thought carefully for a while before replying: "The Holy See of Light and the Church of the Earth Mother will definitely try their best to strangle him, but if he can really do it, he should get more than one god. "
"Like now. In a chaotic situation, it is a huge trouble for the churches of other gods.”
“But how do you want to steal authority?”
Hearing his answer, Ke. Loya showed a satisfied smile, but did not answer his question.
"Chaos always gives birth to heroes who shine like shooting stars, and beside heroes, epics that can be passed down will also be born. Heroes and bards are simply a match made in heaven."
At this time, he Like a child who has found a toy, his eyes are full of smiles as bright as clear springs - he really remembered something that happened a long time ago.
That was before time travel. He would see those websites asking what would happen if so-and-so allowed his subordinates to eat something every day?
Now I can finally try it out.
But who should this hero choose?
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