Chapter 241 Dragon Blood Curse
Mountain Forest.
The leaves swayed in the breeze, and the rustling sound was like a whisper.
Wayne closed his eyes and stood in the mountain forest, rubbing the ring on his index finger, listening to the whispers, and feeling the omnipresent vitality and vitality.
Wayne has two rings on his hand, a fire element ring that pretends to have high elemental affinity, and a thought ring given by Senna.
There is nothing to say about the former, because the third-party business ability is too poor, which lowers Wayne's fire element affinity.
The latter is very telling. It has the magic power to communicate with nature and can strengthen the holder's belief in magic. While reducing the consumption of thinking and magic power, the power of the magic expression is not reduced.
The magician's thinking and magic power are reduced, but the power of magic remains the same as before, or even stronger.
Question, what is added to the formula?
Wayne thought about it all night, and the answer is that the ring has the effect of communicating with nature, and nature is included in the formula.
The ring may not be strong, but nature is strong. With the power of nature, just a little perfunctory is enough to turn the formula into a puff.
Wayne thought about it for another night. Is it possible that the ring, like his fire element ring, seriously reduced the power of nature?
Nature could have injected more, because the ring was too tight, resulting in less output, and milk oatmeal was downgraded to puffs.
Wayne has longed for a bowl of oatmeal!
This has always been his small goal.
I had no clue before. Even after I transformed into an elf, I still couldn't do it. I was always missing something. Now...
"It's barely enough, but there's still something missing. What exactly is missing?"
Wayne rubbed the ring, regardless of what was wrong, remembering the feeling now, and putting the ring aside after getting used to it, maybe he could really get nature's oatmeal.
Puffs, who needs puffs when you have oatmeal?
Wayne nodded repeatedly. This question was not difficult to choose. Let alone him, Philomena, Mona, and Chris all knew that oatmeal was enough to fill their stomachs.
The woods were rustling, and Wayne squatted on the ground to study the dappled light and shadow. The sunlight passed through the leaves and fell on the ground to form complex, disordered and illogical patterns.
Wayne firmly believes that this is a kind of text, the message of nature conveying its own voice. Throughout the year, day and night, the scene of nature changes, and the message conveyed also changes.
He spread out a ray of thought without outputting any magic power. He communicated with the effects of nature through the ring and cast natural faith magic.
Ahead, the withered yellow grass blades slowly raised their heads, as if extending their arms to the sky to embrace the sunshine.
The greenery is getting thicker and the dead vegetation is coming to life.
Wayne could not bring himself back to life. That was not something that humans could do. He regarded the forest in front of him as a whole, a community of consciousness composed of countless lives. He conveyed the withered grass's desire to survive and received the joint assistance of other consciousnesses. Thus being nourished and protected.
"balance……"
Wayne once again felt the importance of balance. The magician is balanced, this forest is balanced, and it spreads to the entire nature and even the entire void universe. Everything is balanced.
"The ring is just a prop for communication, no, the speaker. Forcibly turning on the microphone allows me to communicate with nature and remember this feeling. I can do it without the ring, but..."
After all, it was force, and nature was unwilling. This bowl of oatmeal was a little perfunctory, and the milk did not cover the oatmeal.
Wayne doesn't want a married middle-aged nature, he wants a nature who is eager to explore the true meaning of life, preferably a sports student.
"So, what's wrong?"
Wayne's body shape changed, turning into a two-meter-tall elf. The clothes on his body were transformed from the black scale battle suit, and there was no embarrassing situation of bursting with clothes.
The thoughts spread out, and the surrounding vegetation resonated with them, turning into a green field with Wayne as the center.
There is no fluctuation of magic power, only the exchange of thoughts.
Wayne opened his light green eyes and looked at a forest bird not far away. The bird was jumping back and forth on the branches and tilted its head to look at Wayne.
Bird: The tree is short and ugly, not suitable for nesting.
Wayne slowly stretched out his hand, and his thoughts flashed through his mind. The forest bird flapped its wings and landed on his fingertips. He lowered his head and pecked twice gently.
From behind, the sound of light footsteps could be heard, and the sight of a prehistoric monster flashed in the forest bird's eyes. It was so frightened that it fluttered away and screamed continuously.
Veronica stared blankly at the living mountains and forests around her. The surging vitality made her fascinated. She quickly came to the elf's side and stared at the delicate and beautiful cheeks without blinking.
Although, it’s really beautiful!
Wayne changed back to his original appearance and sighed: "Look at the good thing you did. We were just a little short of having turkey to eat tonight."
"Leave the turkey alone, it's still a baby."
Veronica complained, and then said with great interest: "Wayne, I want to learn this."
"Which one, become an elf?"
It is impossible to become an elf. Veronica has dragon blood, and the life level of the dragon is higher than that of the elf. She will never be able to become an elf in this life.
Veronica knew this very well, and she felt a little regretful, but it didn't matter. She couldn't change into an elf, but Wayne could, and rounding things off, she could.
"I want to learn that magic trick just now..."
Veronica didn't know how to describe it. She was fascinated by the powerful vitality. Combined with the fighting style of Dragon Blood, it was like a perpetual motion machine.
"This is more complicated to learn and requires a lot of talent."
It's hard for Wayne to describe it, but he knows the situation well. Talent is important, but cheating is the key.
Veronica has talent, but she can’t learn it without cheating.
"Forget it, idleness is idleness, just treat it as progress."
"What's the progress?"
"Turning down your progress."
"..."
Veronica's face fell, and without thinking, she punched Wayne in the face.
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During tea time, Veronica received an invitation from Dusha next door to go to Villa No. 8 to make snacks together.
In the living room, the sunshine warmed the older boy and the melancholy young man sitting opposite each other. When the snacks were served, each of them had one in front of the two brothers.
Alex didn't share her sister's snack, and neither did Wayne.
The former is well aware of his sister's craftsmanship and can just suffer the consequences himself, there is no need to hurt more people; the latter is purely selfish and refuses to share snacks with outsiders even if Veronica's craftsmanship is average.
The two dinner plates were licked clean, and both sisters were very satisfied.
Alex took out a handkerchief to wipe his mouth, making people suspect that the reason for his chronic depression was because his sister ate too many snacks.
Dusha kicked Alex, who slowly spoke: "Wayne, as allies, do you think it is necessary for us to become familiar with each other's strengths?"
It is necessary.
Alex has a calm and gentle personality, a standard low-desire person. Wayne could have guessed with his toes that the proposal to spar came from Dusha.
The ally wanted to show off his muscles, and Wayne also wanted to do so, so he readily nodded in agreement.
The four of them left the villa, and Alex used his faith magic to clear the surrounding vegetation and organize a square arena.
The two sisters did not appear on the stage. In this round of bodyguard wrestling, they were responsible for cheering on the sidelines.
Dusha: My brother is amazing.
Veronica: My brother is better!
Dusa: Like your brother, my brother can fight a hundred.
Veronica: My brother can hit a thousand.
The dialogue was a bit childish, but it fit their "innocent" personas, and because they were ladies, my brother didn't dare to speak violently.
As the proposer of the competition, Alex briefly explained the rules. The discussion would end at the end of the competition, so as not to harm the friendship, but in order to stimulate each other's desire to win, a bonus should be added.
The loser provides the winner with information about the selection of a saint.
Wayne saw the postman in Villa No. 8, and Dusha also saw the postman in Villa No. 4. There were people above them all, so we might as well take the opportunity to share information with each other.
Everyone depends on their abilities. If you want more information, let your strength speak for itself.
Veronica glanced at Wayne. For the sake of century-old friendship, she must win, and she must always win.
The dragon blood girl's desire to win is too strong.
Wayne shrugged and stretched his hands and feet on the spot: "You can't use faith magic, and you can't use weapons. Alex, is this really okay? It doesn't feel fair."
It's really not fair.
Alex smiled coquettishly. His sister's request was too bullying. He bit the bullet and said, "That's it. You will make the rules for tomorrow's competition."
The honest man was so honest that Wayne couldn't help but want to bully him severely. He smiled and said, "Since you are so confident, I will take action first. Is that okay?"
"without……"
boom!
An afterimage flashed before Alex's eyes, and he hurriedly crossed his hands in front of his chest to defend himself. A fist hit his face, and he flew backwards, straight out of the ring, and disappeared into the woods behind.
So fast!
The power is so strong!
Is this guy really human?
Dusa was stunned for a moment, and began to speculate about Wayne's bloodline. According to the Frank Division's investigation, she obtained general information about Veronica, but most of Wayne's information was blank.
Veronica's information is easy to investigate. Before Heafy became the high priest of the Windsor Division, he was the leader of the Frank Division Scalpel Agency. The dragon's blood is good at fighting and is extremely powerful.
The Frank Division has Heaphy's files, and if you follow the investigation, you will basically have the information about Veronica. Wayne's information...
A natural church pastor, part-time detective, actor, the male protagonist of the movie King Kong, and a suspected couple with Frank's popular female singer Lily.
When she got this information, Dusha felt bad. What a mess. Who cares about Wayne's rumored girlfriend? What she wants is Wayne's identity in the magical world.
Also, no wonder he speaks Frank so well, it turns out he is related to a big star.
If you can't find it, you can't find it. Wayne is too low-key in the magical world.
It is impossible for Frank to find out the identities of death knights and angels. Regardless of these, Wayne is not a magician born in the system. He became a monk halfway and only came into contact with magic last year.
It had only been one year, not counting two and a half years as a trainee. In addition, Auston and Heaphy were well hidden, so it would be too difficult to investigate his traces in the magic world.
Since it is impossible to investigate, conduct on-site inspections.
Dusha is very curious, Veronica has dragon blood, and how strong is the person who can act as a bodyguard for the dragon blood.
He is really strong!
Alex walked out of the woods shaking his head, but before he could stand still, he was punched away again.
Not only strong, but also ruthless.
Alex was pressed to the ground and rubbed for a while. Kong had good martial arts skills and was proficient in dozens of fighting techniques. Because his life essence was crushed, he couldn't find a chance to use it.
Even if he uses magic power and strengthens his physical fitness, he can still be easily controlled.
"Veronica, your brother... also has dragon blood?"
Dusha opened her mouth, seeing that Alex had no power to fight back, so she could only make this assumption.
"Well, he has dragon blood." Veronica nodded seriously and readily admitted.
Really or not, if you agree so simply, you must be lying.
Dusha frowned: "But when you introduced yourselves, it was clear that you were half-mother. Mr. Landau's predecessor was also a dragon blood owner?"
"Well, he has a collecting habit of dragon blood."
"..."
What the hell is this dragon blood collecting habit? It’s ridiculous. If nothing else, can Dad’s body bear it?
Don’t worry about whether you can bear it or not, you are still alive anyway!
Veronica snickered inwardly.
In Wayne's words, bullying honest people is not something to be proud of, even though it is really fun, lying to smart people is a skill.
She tasted the joy of deceiving smart people, and it was very pleasant.
Two minutes later, Alex had no choice but to surrender and asked his sister to treat him with a bruised nose and face.
I don’t know if it was Wayne’s fist that was fixed, or his face that was fixed. His face was swollen except for other injuries.
Dusha felt a little distressed, it was so hateful, she had never dealt such a harsh blow.
"What did I say? It's unfair. You have to..."
Wayne looked apologetic, put aside his desire to help others, and respected the fate of others, and continued: "According to what you said, I will make the rules for the competition tomorrow. I choose to keep the rules unchanged and follow today's rules."
Dusha stood in front of her brother, took a deep breath and said, "No need to waste time, I will give you two pieces of information directly."
"How about that? I don't want to bully the weak. I just want to use these hands to get the information openly." Wayne insisted on his principles and would not be criticized.
You are so thick-skinned. If you were a girl, you would be the saint!
Dusa rolled her eyes, not wanting her brother to continue being beaten tomorrow, so she offered three pieces of information in exchange, which made Wayne give up in anger.
"The first test is the magic barrier Nightmare Corridor, which was created by the Great Prophet. It can distort reality and dreams, project fear, cast illusions, and unearth the ugliness deep in people's hearts." Dusha told the intelligence.
There were three promised pieces of information, why only one?
Veronica was puzzled and turned to look at Wayne. If she didn’t understand, just ask the social rubbish. He would definitely understand.
Wayne understood, split a piece of intelligence and obtained three pieces of information.
Nightmare Corridor and the ability to dream, these are two pieces. The most critical piece of information is that there is a Great Prophet standing behind the Alex brothers and sisters, and the postman who delivers the express is a member of the Great Prophet.
If you are brave, it is extremely difficult to enter and exit the manor without telling other senior officials. Senna has to deliver the express herself, so the postman is the great prophet.
"So, what's the way to crack the dream?" Wayne asked.
"In exchange for a piece of information of equal value, I'll tell you." Dusha was also very happy.
"Forget it, let's talk about it in a few days."
Wayne waved his hand and took Veronica away, leaving Dusha stomping on the spot and kicking his brother hard.
"It's all because of your kindness that I lost twice!"
Listening to the angry voice behind him, Wayne felt very happy, and Veronica was also a little happy. She raised her eyebrows and said: "Do you want to exchange information? Nightmare Corridor sounds very powerful. You are so bad, and the ugliness in your heart must not be exposed to the light." ”
"The ugliness inside..."
Wayne raised his hand and touched his chin. He was more worried about the secrets in his heart being exposed than the ugliness in his heart.
Not to mention it was far away, but the senior officials of the church headquarters were watching from the side. Just as they stood firm on their front feet, the death knight jumped out on their back feet. The scene must have been absolutely beautiful.
Wayne's balls ached just thinking about it, this nightmare corridor was quite disgusting.
"Let me ask you, what is the ugliness in your heart?" Wayne didn't say anything, but Veronica was quite curious.
"I'm getting married, and the bride in the wedding dress is you..."
How ugly is this?
Veronica's face turned red, and the girl's heart filled with sweetness. She turned her head and looked aside, snorting coldly: "It's just a daydream, I won't marry you."
"I haven't finished talking yet. In addition to you, the bride also has Chrissy and Willie."
"..."
Veronica: ()
Bang!
Wayne covered his face and gasped: "Compared to my boring ambition, what is the ugliness in your heart, me?"
No, you don’t even dare to fight back in your dream.
Veronica blinked and hesitated for a while before saying, "My mother said that there is a curse in dragon blood. The stronger we are and the higher the level of magic, the more terrifying the curse will be."
"Explaining it in detail, I am very curious about this matter."
Wayne frowned: "Has the teacher's curse ever broken out? Is it because of the curse that she has never been able to break through to the legendary realm?"
"I don't know, my mother never said this..."
Veronica shook her head: "My mother doesn't know the specific situation. If I have to talk about nightmares, I can only think of the dragon's blood curse."
Veronica briefly described the nightmare she could imagine. Her blood evolved, she transformed into a dragon in her dream, her mind couldn't keep up with her powerful body, and she spewed fire everywhere and did evil.
Whenever he encounters the dragon-slaying warrior Willy who comes to challenge him, he will hit him into the stars with his tail.
By the way, lock the senior sister in the castle.
Veronica didn't say anything about the last part, only that she transformed into a dragon because she had seen Megan's dragon form and the rendering material was loaded perfectly, so she was confident that the dream would be more realistic.
Wayne touched his chin, pondered for a moment and then said, "That shouldn't be the case. You turned into a dragon in your dream. Why didn't you lock me up in the castle?"
"Because it was your dream, not mine." Veronica slapped the hand on her chin away.
It makes so much sense.
Wayne couldn't refute that the Nightmare Corridor could be passed by exchanging information, so it wasn't a big problem. He was particularly concerned about the dragon's blood curse.
The teacher has dragon blood, and Veronica also has dragon blood. The curse will break out sooner or later. Maybe the Nightmare Corridor is an opportunity to pry into the truth of the dragon blood curse and prepare for the future dragon blood breakout.
Suddenly, Wayne thought of Senna. This dragon-blood must also have a curse. He didn't know whether she had overcome it or what method she used.
The female college junior holds a golden brick. Senna is older than I know how many years. She may have had it for a hundred years. It can be called a golden mountain.
Although Wayne doesn't like her, he has to admit that the teacher's teacher does have something, and if she can treat her as a real person, he will definitely gain a lot of benefits.
At least fifty years of detours can be avoided.
"Veronica, next time you see Teacher Senna, be sweeter."
"Well, she looked at me strangely..."
Veronica tactfully expressed that she didn't like Senna very much. The latter looked at her as if he wanted to eat people. Wayne also had this look, but it was not a way of eating.
"Forget it, I'll do it myself."
Veronica's acting is mediocre, so Wayne decides to take the role himself.
As he said that, he thought about the nightmare in his heart again, counting the Shura field, the exposure of the vest, and the fact that he was really Auston's biological son...
None of this is a nightmare.
Wayne asked himself what his nightmare was about and soon found the answer.
On Longxin Island, the ancient god probed his head and extended an invitation to him.
"If I don't copy the answer and go straight into the Nightmare Corridor, will the Ancient God descend?"
(End of chapter)