Chapter 203 203. Beaver and Pink Finless Porpoise
The sound of the piano feels like the clear springs and streams flowing in the mountain stream, and the same is true for its magical manifestation——
Water Along with the sound of the piano, the blue light gradually formed a stream visible to the naked eye, flowing outward from all directions of the frontline base.
The clear water reacted with the gray-brown fungus blanket and the eggs inside the fungus blanket, causing white smoke to rise like a basin of water poured into the lime.
It seems that the creep is more dominant, but in fact it is a steady stream that suppresses the creep in a short period of time.
The natural fresh and moist water vapor suppresses all unnatural and dirty smells, and strangles all their roots.
Ellie, the elf of the Orpheus family, held her harp, sat on a unicorn, and walked slowly toward the outside of the frontline base.
The mane of the unicorn was as smooth as the flowing moonlight, and the horn on its head flashed, seeming to spread the sound of the piano more widely.
Every time it takes a step, delicate flowers and plants will grow under its hooves. As it moves forward, it will soon grow into a road of flowers and plants.
During this period, Ellie kept playing the harp in her hand, spreading out the stream-like sound, forming a sophisticated and huge magic array.
But if you look carefully, you will find that she is not playing it herself, but a figure behind her that looks like the morning sun and morning mist is playing it.
Behind the unicorn was a young man riding a winged Pegasus and wearing a red cassock.
The light behind him kept flashing, and one after another Paladins riding pure white Pegasus and wearing silver armor walked out of it.
These silent but tough and tall knights like silver mountains followed Ellie riding a unicorn and slowly left the frontline base.
They just moved forward with the stream and the sound of the piano, and all the filthy fungi and those menacing flying dragons were burned to ashes in the holy light emanating from them.
Like a silver-white Milky Way, heading straight towards the Yavanna Sacred Mine, nothing can stop it, and eventually it completely disappears, covered by various mycelium and fungus blankets. Among the gray-brown holy mines.
It was only then that Beverselis finally spoke out, but the expression on her face was more helpless: "Alas, the bishop is really... so the Blade Knights were dispatched.
Then don’t you leave the defense of the entire frontline base to me?”
She sighed deeply and took out a white crystal from the clothes on her chest. A frozen teardrop.
The knight commander held the teardrops in his hand and knelt down on one knee with a pious expression. It seemed like he was praying to the being sitting in the sky above the clouds.
It's just that it wasn't some god who responded to her.
But...the purified earth.
——The green light ball rises from the ground, with the tender green of new buds, the emerald green of leaves, and the dark green of ancient trees.
They gathered towards the entire forward base, and in just a few minutes formed a fence made of stones, branches and vines, blocking out the endless stream of bugs.
No matter how hard those insects bite, they remain unmoved.
Like the forever silent but standing earth and mountains, surrounding the entire city, ensuring that there will be no danger.
It was only then that the Knight Commander breathed a sigh of relief and got up from the ground with some difficulty - it was only after Celesti on the side pulled her that she managed to stand still.
"Thank you."
"You're welcome, but it's a bit too much for you to use Semrio's Tears now..." Celesti stared at the pendant in her hand. .
The Archmage's eyes were full of interest, as if he wanted to take it apart and study it.
Beverly Selis directly stuffed the pendant back, and then explained:
“That’s what he is like.”
“Isn’t it just a tentative attack by some insects? Let the Blade Knights dispatch directly."
"Everyone is gone now. If I don't use this, it will be troublesome if something attacks."
The one who responded to her was Da. The mage smiled helplessly: "I don't think it's necessary. Besides, we actually asked the elves of the Orpheus family to help."
Obviously the two care about different things, and one cares more about the Silver Wing Knight. group, and the other one is the elf who cares about the Ophis family.
But in the end it’s all the same.
Both of them felt that this was a bit of a fuss.
Whether it was intentional or not, Celesti glanced at somewhere in the shop behind her and asked proactively: "Speaking of which, why are members of the Orpheus family willing to interfere in matters here?"
"They don't even get too involved in the internal affairs of the elves."
"Huh?" The Knight Commander gave the Archmage a strange look, but still explained: "She was personally invited by the Holy Son. It is said that according to his prophecy, there must be Orpheus in the Yavanna Sacred Mine this time. This can only be solved with the participation of the family.
Otherwise, the Yavanna Holy Mine will not allow the elves to enter.”
“I know this. After all, it is our human race’s mineral deposit. Let the elves in?"
"But where did they find her?" The Archmage asked again: "I remember that they have disappeared for a long time."
"...Then I will. I don’t know.”
The Knight Commander looked at the Archmage suspiciously: “Why do you suddenly care about these things? Do you also want to have a relationship with the Ophis family?”
"I advise you to give up."
"As one of the three oldest elven families, they are extremely exclusive internally, and it seems that only a few talents have barely entered their sight."
< br>"Haha."
The Archmage just smiled without answering and walked forward.
The knight commander also quickly followed.
The two left one after the other.
……
Hanjiao Island.
After watching the whole thing completely, Croya withdrew his gaze.
"What a powerful music magic. This cardinal is too exaggerated. He actually rushed in like this. I don't know if the whole army will be annihilated."
To be honest, he Not too concerned.
The senior leaders of the Holy See are not fools. Even if his knights suffer heavy casualties, he will definitely be able to escape.
"It's a pity that the myconid's vision cannot transmit magic power."
The only thing he felt a little disappointed about was this. If it could transmit magic power, he could try to imitate the elf bomb. The tune played.
Maybe he can learn a kind of music magic, which will expand his knowledge base.
Thinking like this, he simply took out the Gopher harp, recalled the melody he just heard, and tried to imitate it.
"Jingle, jingle, jingle..."
After playing it for a short time, he was surprised to find that this tune was the same as the melody of the softly flowing spring water that he got from the Orpheus oak tree at the bottom of the sea. 》There is some similarity.
In addition, Celesti didn’t know whether it was intentional or something. The question she asked just now, the elf named Ellie was the member of the Orpheus family that she had been searching for for a long time.
"I didn't expect it to appear directly. This song..."
Now Croya is almost certain that this song is probably composed by his grandfather.
He was very familiar with the melody, but he couldn't play it because he didn't know the magic composition and techniques.
This kind of musical magic cannot be reproduced just by listening to it. Otherwise, wouldn’t it be easily learned by others?
“Forget it, we can only forget it for now.”
"Waiting for Ellie to come back and see if I can get in touch with her, it can also be regarded as solving the Orpheus Oak's request to me."
He put down the Gopher harp helplessly and looked at the map beside him. .
“Huh.”
I saw that somewhere on the map was flashing, and the voice of the Shark Tower Spirit sounded -
“Master, I found it over there in the Seagull Territory. The apprentices who are cultivating the land over there want to ask your opinion about some special monsters."
As he said that, he showed what the apprentices had discovered.
Cloya looked at it with interest.
What I saw was some extremely round, wet, big rat-like creatures with big teeth - beavers.
They gathered together pitifully, their bodies shaking and shaking, even their fat meat shaking, as if they were very scared.
He looked at the map again.
It was a big river. Judging from the length on the map, it flowed through almost the entire northern border, and finally converged into the ocean.
Generally speaking, the land near the river is very suitable for farming, so this "Tele River" in the local population is one of the areas that Cloya plans to use for planting.
His plan was to open up a huge food growing area on both sides of the river centered on this river.
Of course, it is not easy to achieve this goal.
Whether it is the reclamation of land on both sides of the river or the elimination of monsters in the river, it is very difficult. As far as the current progress is concerned: it has only been dealt with a little bit.
Unexpectedly, we encountered difficulties.
Kloya thought for a moment and asked deliberately:
"What kind of magical beast is this?"
"This is the gray-toothed beaver, a second-level magical beast. They usually Just live in the river and build dams, and there will be almost no conflicts with people," Shark Taling replied.
“Not bad.” Croya praised: “Have you finished reading the Encyclopedia of Warcraft?”
"Yes."
"I will buy you a few more books to read then."
"Thank you, Master."
Cloya nodded with satisfaction, first The medals and letters given to him by the Knight Commander were sent to the Imperial Capital through the channels of the Holy Spring Chamber of Commerce.
Then he stood up and ordered: "Let them set up the magic circle, and I will go there myself."
"Don't harm these monsters. No one is allowed before I arrive. A beaver is dead!”
He happened to have an itchy hand, it was a beaver!
It is known as the natural dam builder.
If some magic can be imprinted on them, whether it is to divert water for irrigation or ensure the safety of rivers and fields, it probably won't be a problem.
……
Soon, he arrived at his destination through the space magic array.
This is the Seagull Territory, which is about ten kilometers away from Hanjiao Island. Of course, the lord here has also been conquered by Croa's younger brother, Baron Kemoye.
So this place belongs to Croya.
After the blizzard caused by the mermaid tribe completely dissipated, the warm current monsoon from the ocean has enveloped the entire northern land. Now, almost everywhere Kroya could see was sprouting and growing vegetation, and the entire land was filled with tender green vitality.
Farther away is a large flowing river.
The width of its river is hundreds of meters, and its depth should be more than thirty meters according to measurements. To be honest, it is already a big river.
Cloya did not move after coming out of the space magic circle. Instead, he stood quietly and looked into the distance, looking at this beautiful green scene.
To be honest, there is a fundamental difference between seeing it directly with your own eyes and the pictures transmitted back by the myconids, the fragrance of the vegetation, the bright sunshine, and the rushing sound of the flowing river.
They are all "real".
To Cloya, this real view was truly beautiful.
The aura of the mage seemed to be integrated into the scenery. Jamie, who was standing aside, used his own mental power to perceive, but he was completely unable to sense Croya's existence.
'Master Croya is so powerful...'
Jamie's expression became more respectful and he waited patiently.
It took a while before Croya came back to his senses.
There seemed to be a flash of light like a green sprout in his eyes.
He was right.
After helping the earth rejuvenate in the mermaid tribe's womb sea last time, I got some clues about the green chapter, which seemed to be related to vitality.
But now he is not sure how to learn.
Seeing that he had come to his senses, Jamie, who had been waiting for a long time, saluted respectfully: "Lord Croya."
"These people said they have something important to tell you."
Jamie was also accompanied by several ordinary people who looked like they were dressed as farmers. They were all very dark and thin men. At first glance, they looked like they were often Working.
Today, Croya no longer needs to rely on deliberately releasing momentum to maintain his majesty. He smiled and asked:
"You guys live here, right? If you want to tell me something, tell me. I will reward you if it is useful."
Several farmers knelt down quickly, and one of them, a young man who looked to be in his twenties at most, said: "Master. "Master, there are elves in this river!"
The expression on his face was very uneasy when he said this, and several people around him looked at him in disbelief, as if they were worried. Surprised that he dared to say that.
“Elf?” Croya had a playful expression on his face.
These two words have many meanings. They may refer to the elves or some naturally born spiritual creatures.
For example, his olive elves, sunflower elves and lotus elves.
"You seem to have some education." He didn't pay much attention to the so-called elf, but was very interested in this person.
"If they were just ordinary farmers, they would not talk like this."
Faced with his inquiry, the kneeling young man replied calmly: "Sir, I once studied at a knight academy in the Northern Territory. I learned... how to take care of the knights."
"That's it." Croya nodded.
The Northern Territory is actually the largest territory in the entire Northern Territory. It is one of the few places in the Northern Territory that is relatively developed, and it is also Kemoye's ultimate goal.
Only by truly occupying it can we say that we have controlled the northern border.
It is easier to communicate with educated people.
"Then what do you mean by elves?"
As he asked, he came to the river and stared at the beavers who were shivering on the embankment he built, with an expression on his face. Very curious.
The beavers’ dams are made of weeds and gnawed trees. It’s really impressive that such a little chubby creature can actually build a dam that directly intercepts the river water.
Of course Jamie and the farmer followed.
The latter pointed to the river: "Sir, this river irrigates our fields, and there are definitely elves in it!"
As he said this, he handed over something.
"Oh?" Croya took the parchment he handed over. This thing was obviously very old and even a little yellow.
There is a legend recorded on it.
A legend about the "pink fish shadow".
It is said that there is a pink fish spirit living in this body of water called Terai River.
At first, people were worried about whether they would hurt themselves, because pink is the color of blood after it is dissolved, and rounding it off is considered "blood color".
But later people discovered that they would actively rescue victims who fell into the water, and would also catch fish to feed hungry people.
Many people have received their help.
So I affectionately call them pink elves.
Hmm... To be honest, this is a very common and unremarkable legend. I guess you can find dozens or twenty such stories just by flipping through books.
And when Croya looked at this description, he always felt weird in his heart... He has a spindle-like body shape, a smooth and hairless body, and he also actively rescues and helps humans.
Isn’t this really about dolphins?
No, it should be a freshwater dolphin.
Thinking of this, he simply extended his mental power into the river and began to search for possible traces of freshwater dolphins in the river.
With Croya's current mental strength, it is enough to cover a radius of about forty kilometers. Within this range, as long as he is willing to consume mental power, he can see it.
Of course, this is the ultimate distance of his mental power.
If you extend your mental power to the extreme without any protection, you are likely to encounter some dangers.
As his mental power continued to extend downwards.
The lush aquatic plants growing on the bottom of the river and various fish gradually appeared in his field of vision, and they shuttled freely in the river.
There are quite a lot of them in terms of quantity and variety, and they can even be said to be densely packed. Anyone who picks them up will probably have a good harvest.
"There are really a lot of fish resources here."
He muttered and continued to search around, but after searching for about ten kilometers, he didn't find anything "pink" Elf".
Then we expanded the area by ten kilometers, but still found nothing.
In the end, after searching for thirty kilometers and still finding nothing, he could only withdraw his mental power. If this continued, he would be injured.
"No."
He frowned slightly and glanced at the farmer next to him. The latter felt a chill on his body and said quickly: "Sir, I didn't lie to you!"< br>
This is true. His mood is indeed very nervous, but there is no panic after being deceived. There is also a bit of disappointment and sadness.
"Is it really there?"
Croya thought for a moment and found that he had explored all the places except the beaver dam that was very close to him.
Could it be inside a beaver dam?
As soon as this idea came up, he felt that it was very possible, so he directly put his mental power into it, passed through the dense and moist vegetation, and came to the dry and warm nest.
As a result he saw...bones.
Yes, bones.
——In the deepest part of the beaver's lair, there are some strange bones that are emitting light, and there are some small pink flowers growing around the bones.
At first glance, the pink flowers that represent vitality and the white bones look really beautiful together, a combination of life and death.
It stands to reason that it is normal to find bones in the lair of Warcraft. After all, Warcraft have the instinct to store food more or less.
But aren’t beavers vegetarians...
Kloya remembered that in the description, gray-toothed beavers don’t eat any meat at all, not even small fish or shrimps. , their favorite food is fresh grass roots and tree hearts.
They are strictly vegetarian.
Moreover, the pile of bones was very neat, without any damage. When put together, it looked like a finless porpoise.
Another strange thing is that this small piece of land, which seems to be only three or four meters wide at most, has obviously been carefully cared for.
The soil inside is very soft. It definitely doesn’t look like a burial ground, but more like a field.
"Wait, what is this?"
Cloya suddenly noticed that there seemed to be some abnormal magic fluctuations under the flowers, and he used his mental power to take a look.
What was inside immediately shocked him.
There is actually a small dimensional space in there! !
Although it is only ten square meters in size at most, it does exist. It is filled with water and... pink finless porpoises that are sleeping.
They stayed inside quietly, as if they were going to sleep until the next century.
What surprised Croya even more was that the source of power that maintained this space was actually one of the largest pink finless porpoises.
It's just the state of its soul. Its soul is already a bit illusory. It's obviously due to excessive consumption of power.
When Croya's mental power probed over, it even shrank back in fear - this was a very typical phenomenon of becoming undead.
Cloya's mental power has some attributes of the sun, and most undead are afraid of the sun.
Just when Croya was about to explore further, the fat beavers who were cowering on the dam suddenly rushed over like crazy.
"Chichi!" They bared their teeth while spitting out the most basic water magic such as water arrows, like a suicide squad.
But what can I say...
Everything you do when you are weak enough is cute.
Now these beavers are very cute in Croya's opinion. Although they have mood swings and have the courage to face death, they are still very cute.
‘Is it because I sensed those pink finless porpoises? Are beavers and finless porpoises still related? ’
‘Forget it, let’s control you first. ’
Croya originally planned to control them, but before he could reach out his hand, he suddenly looked aside.
The thin, dark young man who had been standing aside respectfully suddenly had a dagger in his hand and was stabbing him.
There was fear in his eyes, but more of it was determination. The dagger in his hand shone with a cold light and seemed to be made of good material.
Looking at the dagger that was gradually approaching him, Croya was not afraid, but felt funny...
I am a level 4 mage, almost level 5.
Does it really look like that’s so easy to bully?
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(End of this chapter)