Chapter 232 232. News of the Poetry of the Origin
What greeted everyone was not a treasure hunt game played by children, but a... mist filled with lavender halo.
As long as anyone enters, they will see the scene they yearn for the treasure most - some people see a huge treasure box made of gold and inlaid with gems quietly placed not far away. ; Some people saw clusters of magic crystals and magic materials exposed on the ground; some even saw castles and caves guarded by giant dragons.
In short, everyone sees it differently.
The only thing in common is that the treasures inside are all materials they urgently need.
Magicians need materials for alchemy; warriors and knights need materials to exercise their bodies and hone their fighting spirit.
When they entered here, Croya who was outside immediately heard the voice of the tower spirit: "The dream index in the treasure cave is rising.
The power of the lilac butterfly flower is also rising. Increasing.
The estimated increase is... one in a billion.
The things they see are the most special scenery imagined in your memory, filling your golden apple dream. The absence of
helps a lot.
In addition, treasure hunts continue in several other locations, and the data shows that your assumption is correct.
The link to Rainbow Grass Channel is also normal. "
Data cannot deceive people.
Croya nodded with satisfaction, "Whether the treasures they obtained after that can be as they want...it depends on this place. Can dreams become so real? "
Mentioning this, the tower spirit's voice was a little confused: "Even the dreams of the gods should not be able to create anything beyond their understanding. "
"Yes. Croya did not deny it: "But according to previous tests, as long as you understand the composition of magic materials and the changes in magic properties, you can study it in dreams." "
"You said they suddenly got so many treasures, how would they choose? "
"..."
"You mean to use their knowledge to create magic weapons and other creations in this dreamland? "The tower spirit suddenly realized.
"I want to test where the border of this divine messenger's dream is. Do you think that as a powerful divine messenger, will knowledge appear in his dream? ? ”
"Some scenery will appear subconsciously in dreams. If some people's magic tools can touch these scenery, it is equivalent to the knowledge of the gods."
If there are other people here, they will definitely say Crowe Ya, this is simply an insult to God, so Moss tried every means to squeeze out everything he could.
“Let’s wait and see the follow-up results.”
Kloya didn’t expect immediate results. He noticed another thing and raised his eyebrows: “Billions One percent, this number is not low, these people are quite powerful mentally."
You must know that this "billion" is based on the god that Croya can detect now. It's based on Sri Lanka's mental strength standards, so this number is really not low.
At the same time, it also made him feel a little confused.
Just now, only a few dozen people have entered, and they can actually get one billionth of the mental power into their account, and they can also enrich their dreams with "fantasy mental power".
“Can you detect the specific flow of mental power?” Croya asked curiously: “Mark me the fluctuations of mental power emitted by everyone inside.”
“Please wait a moment Wait... Wuwu, I still need to mobilize the data conversion of the magic circle, and the spiritual magic pattern of the lavender butterfly flower..."
Taling couldn't help complaining: "If you keep doing this, I will I’m going to see the scenery with Teacher Mu Yao Qu Teng!”
It was rare to hear Ta Ling complain like this. Croya smiled and said: "King Mu Yaoqu Vine has helped me so much. What I promise him is that he can see all the scenery in my territory in the future.
You will be in the future. You can go and see it if you want, I gave you the authority over the entire territory.
By the way, speaking of this..."
The mage suddenly looked at it. A special area on the side: "Can their spirituality enter the golden apple dream and exist for a long time?"
The area he was looking at was what he traded with the Pit Lord during this time. Some items unique to the underworld such as the extradition mist, deep black water, and wailing earth are piled up to create an environment similar to the underworld.
Of course, this has also been guided by angels. This guy is indeed extremely knowledgeable. He knows both the sacred heaven and the underworld of the lower plane very well.
And the reason why he created this special area... was actually an extremely bold attempt.
He wants to use his eternal magic power to create an insulating wall so that the souls living inside can resist the attraction of the underworld.
Perhaps no one can escape the shackles of life span, so he has been preparing for a long time so that if his subordinates are unwilling to leave this world in the future, they will have a paradise where they can enjoy themselves in peace.
Taling was silent for a short time, and then displayed some data in front of Croya.
Those data are all data from the underworld area of the Golden Apple Dream. The data shows that it cannot withstand any stimulation and fluctuations. Just maintaining its existence is already trying its best.
This is stabilized by the magic circle composed of eternal magic and the power of the Serenade composed by Croya himself, otherwise it would have been destroyed due to the instability of magic.
"There is a long way to go."
Cloya was not too disappointed. This was originally an attempt, and he had enough patience to debug the magic.
At this time, the tower spirit had also listed out the chart. Among the pile of magic sources, the most conspicuous one was the spiritual power emanating from an elf.
No, to be precise...it's something attached to her body.
It was a shadow of an oak tree, entwining around her spiritual power. The branches and leaves were full of primitive dark green. It seemed to be protection, but it also seemed more like imprisonment.
It is the spiritual power emitted by this oak tree that supports the vast majority of spiritual power. Without it, it would not be possible, let alone one in a billion, or hundreds of millions.
“Ellie.”
“Forget it, I’ll go see her in person.”
Croya naturally recognized who this elf was, but this guy disappeared directly after leaving the Yavana Sacred Mine a year ago.
There is not even a little time for communication.
This time he came at the right time. He did have some doubts that he wanted answered, and he was also very curious about the original incident... what was the position of the Orpheus family.
The tower spirit reminded: "The spiritual power in her body is very well hidden. If it weren't for the power of Moss, the god in this dream, it would be difficult to detect it.
Master , you have to be careful, if the mental power in her body explodes, it may wake up Demos."
Cloya nodded: "I know"
...
Ellie stared at the thing in front of her with wide eyes——
It was a huge oak tree, almost a forest of single trees. What grew on the branches was not an acorn, but an acorn. Another crystal clear emerald flower.
“How come there are emerald flowers here.”
She was a little at a loss for a while, because this thing was a sacred flower that existed in the legend of the Orpheus family. It was a blessing from the goddess of nature to the first generation head of the Orpheus family.
This magical flower can produce a special potion called "Emerald Dream". Those who take this potion can even enter the divine kingdom of the goddess of nature and perceive magic.
But the emerald garden where this kind of flower is planted was completely burned by Moss, the god of war of the Holy See of Light, with the fire of war a long time ago.
While she was hesitating, a voice suddenly sounded from the side: "This is a gift for you." "Master Croya."
Elven Love Li immediately identified the owner of the voice and immediately turned around to look over. Sure enough, she saw Croya wearing a blue mage robe standing not far away.
She was not surprised at the appearance of Cloya. Cloya was the one who created this place. Isn’t it normal for the master to want to show up?
Chloë also smiled back: "I didn't have time to have a good chat with you last time... Ms. Ai Li, you should know what I want to ask."
"I know." Ellie sighed softly.
"Then I will ask directly." Croya did not intend to go around in circles: "Regarding the matter of Orpheus Oak, was your family doing this deliberately?"
To be honest, he really didn't want this to be done deliberately by the Ophis family. The original owner's grandfather had something to do with the Ophis family, and no matter how he said it, he had taken over his body.
If we follow the previous life’s saying, it is “cause and effect”.
There may really be some trouble in the future.
Ellie looked at Cloya’s clear pupils, and her tone suddenly became solemn: “Master Cloya, our Orpheus family is one of the largest families in the elves. A single person cannot represent us as a whole. The meaning of the family. "
Croya curled his lips: "Of course I know this, but to be able to plan such a thing... he should be a senior member of the Ophis family."
"To tell you the truth, I was exiled to the North by a fourth-level mage from the Mage Association. If there wasn't the tacit approval of the higher-ups, I probably wouldn't have been able to do it."
"Orpheus Oak So I looked forward to meeting its owner, but this is what I got in the end.
Ms. Ai Li, I am its friend, what would you think if it were you?”
To put aside the family and talk about oneself is simply a hooliganism. Without the power of the Orpheus family, how could such a plan be possible.
Ellie nodded with deep understanding:
"I think so too."
"What Mr. Beorel did was indeed wrong. If I were a friend of Oak Tree, I would hate him very much."
"I can be in charge of whatever I want. Even if I say that I did it myself, I can’t avoid the influence of my family.”
“So I brought Beoriel with me this time. The gentleman dislikes the kindness of the family elders."
"...A long time ago, an ancestor of the Orpheus family was an elf in the river, and his daughter was transformed by a powerful alien god. A laurel tree.
Only the pure magic of the sun and song can awaken her, so I want to invite you to play a song with me. ”
She seemed to want to. He wanted to take out something, but the surrounding environment suddenly began to ripple like water waves, and the scenery became blurred and obscured by lavender water lily petals.
And when it was about to appear, Croya felt that the Phoebus robe on his body was trembling, which was obviously related to it.
This made Croya feel that his guess was indeed correct. The Ophis family was indeed connected to the original owner's grandfather, and he was about to see this connection.
That thing was something that even this dreamland could not bear. It was obviously unusual, and his interest was indeed aroused.
Croya hid his surprise in his eyes, stretched out his hand to invite: "The world here is not stable yet, I will send someone to pick you up on Hanjiao Island.
We will talk in detail then.
< br>In the meantime, please continue to enjoy the pleasure this world brings.”
After saying that, he disappeared.
Just after he left, Ellie looked at the surrounding scenery and said loudly on purpose: "Dreams can only embody things that exist in this world.
If the world and There is no way for something that does not exist in her memory to appear."
She deliberately let Croya hear it.
Being able to imprison a divine envoy and still use it like this... This is really a bold and interesting act.
……
“She does carry items left by gods from another world.”
The angel's expression was serious for the first time: "Friend... although it has something to do with you, you must be careful."
Cloya nodded and said in a casual tone:
"I I’ve always been curious about what my meditation method is, can you tell me?”
This is the first time he has revealed this matter directly. In the past, even if the other party knew about his meditation method, he didn’t. Asked proactively.
But since this happened to happen, he asked directly. The angel had helped him a lot, and he also needed someone who could tell some secrets.
The angel looked at Cloya and replied: "That is the starting chapter of the poem of the original source."
"That is a chapter representing the sun. A long time ago, in it The symphony once rebuilt a world, because no matter what time, the sun will exist forever."
"I don't know much about this, unless I can get the Ark's database."
He. The tone was slightly apologetic: "Only on this matter, I can't give you any advice."
Cloya nodded to express understanding: "It turns out there are things you don't know, I understand.< br>
Then... what about the remaining poems of the Origin? "
Well, he really wants to know that just one "Poetry of Rainbow Colors" is so special. If he can learn the rest, how powerful will he be?
Strength is very important. He understands this deeply. You can’t use it casually, but you can’t live without it.
Only when you are strong can you farm better.
The angel shook his head: "Friend, Although the Poetry of the First Origin is a whole great movement, a person can only learn one piece.
Especially the sun.
In fact, the sun is very domineering. Its light can accommodate everything, except that it cannot tolerate other poems like it.
Besides, the rest of the poems are probably scattered in the star realm. Even if you ask me, I don’t know! "
He spread his hands.
"Ah. ”
Croya sighed with a pity: "No, let's forget it. Thank you very much this time. I'll go see Ellie first."
After having an accurate answer, he said directly Put this matter down, get up and leave.
After he left, a halo of light and dark suddenly flashed across the angel's face, and the white-gold ring in his body became a little unstable.
“There are some things that we really can’t even talk about. It’s such a big shackle.”
He just took advantage of the situation and collapsed directly on the mushroom, stretched his limbs, and planned to have a good sleep. Sleep.
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