Chapter 282 282. Potion Elf, Rainbow Sword Technique
The flowing river water wrapped around the light, as if it were layered, with water on the upper layer and light on the lower layer.
The light appears a vibrant green.
It shuttles through the river, seeming to be absorbing something and continuing to become stronger.
"Is this a success?" Croya was a little unsure and asked the oak tree: "This is too fast."
Oak thought thoughtfully: "I heard before when I was still on the boat that water magic can give birth to the most elves because of its special characteristics.
It is said that the magic potion born from the River of Negative Light actually has no The spiritual water elf.
The power of the elf will automatically combine the medicinal properties emitted by different magic plants, and finally turn into a usable potion. "
This is really the effect, the elves. Use the elves as a means to create special potions.
Doesn’t that mean that taking these magic potions is equivalent to eating an elf directly? No wonder the effect is so good.
There are many legends in which a poor boy accidentally receives a gift from an elf, and then suddenly takes off to obtain a title.
However, upon hearing this, Croya couldn't help but frown: "Does this mean that this potion is actually the body of an elf?"
There are many elves in the north now. They were treated as independent beings, but the effect of the River of Negative Light was actually to create the body of the elf as a magic potion.
I suddenly felt an indescribable feeling.
"Yes." Oak spread his hands helplessly: "Although the River of Negative Light can create the body of an elf, it cannot give it such sufficient spirituality."
"It is difficult for elves to be born."
"That is, my friend, you have arranged so many magic circles in the north and nourished them with the sound of the piano from time to time, so you can produce so many."
After speaking, it paused and comforted Croya: "There is no spirituality born, they are actually just a special potion.
My friend, you don't have to pity them too much."< br>
Pity?
Croya felt that there was, but not that much. After all, there was no complete spirituality, and it could not be called "life" even in mystical terms.
What he is thinking about now is whether he can create a soul through spirituality. What is the essential difference between spirituality and soul?
A powerful mage can create souls. This point has appeared frequently since he started reading classics.
But the question is: How powerful a mage is needed?
Is he a recognized level 12 great mage who can leave this world, or is he a level 18 legendary mage?
He is now a sixth-level archmage, and he can learn some magic involving the soul, such as "Poetry of Rainbow Color" and Eden, and he can also use cheating devices such as the Void Moon Sacred Tree, and his progress can be said to be rapid.
So he has been thinking about the relationship between spirituality and soul.
——With enough spiritual accumulation, can a soul be born?
I once created a special golem, which had a complete soul. But why, I still haven’t figured it out yet.
There are even no classics for him to learn about these things, and the classics involving the soul are extremely expensive.
After thinking briefly, he sighed slightly and decided to solve the matter in front of him first.
"Oak friend."
"You know I am studying that god, Moss."
"His soul has been experiencing abnormal fluctuations and spiritual dispersion recently. It is even more terrifying. If I inject these spirits into its body, can there be some changes?"
He pointed to the light flowing in the river.
"..." The oak tree was stunned. It didn't expect Croya to have such an idea at all.
But if you think about it carefully, it seems feasible.
It replied: "You can try."
"Let the druids do it. I know that there is a special magic in the elves, which relies on druids to cultivate nature. The spirituality of elves."
"I can teach them."
Croya nodded: "Of course they have to do it."
"I will provide the spirituality, and I will leave the rest to you."
He gently opened his palms, and the magic lines were on The palm surged, forming a platinum ring shape, and the inside of the ring was surrounded by spatial magic.
This is the space magic he modified through Ark's space folding array.
The original effect of this magic is just to open a space rift and get something at the designated location. However, after the improvement of Ark's array, the stability of the space has become extremely exaggerated.
Even if you throw it away and play with it, the magic power inside will not riot.
According to Croya's estimation, even if he is outside the northern border, he can directly get the contents of the mage tower with the help of the tower spirit.
If he continues his research, he should be able to form a stable space portal. At that time, he can really open the door wherever he wants to go.
But now this thing is just a way for him to get things.
“Come out.”
A fountain-like mist of light spewed out from the white gold ring, carrying the power of sacredness and light, filling the surrounding area in an instant.
"The spirituality of Deimos..."
"So many?" Oak Tree was surprised: "Are these spiritualities close to the legendary level? He is a divine messenger, so he should be a legend on earth. Level.”
Generally speaking, when the envoys of gods come to the material world, they are at the legendary level, because no matter how strong they are, they will be instinctively rejected by the world.
It is only because they have special abilities blessed by the gods that they can exert a certain suppressive force on the legends.
Of course, the legend referred to here is only a weak legend, a legend that has just reached level 18.
Every level after the legend is an extremely exaggerated improvement. If you reach level 20 or above, it doesn't matter who is hanging and who is fighting.
So, theoretically speaking, it is impossible to have such exaggerated spirituality.
Cloya explained: "This is what I mentioned to you, His spirituality is increasing rapidly, and it seems that something is providing spirituality to Him."
"I want to Use this extra spiritual energy, otherwise you will encounter some troubles that are difficult to solve sooner or later.”
"I suspect that there is a war somewhere. The Holy See of Light is trying to recall their divine envoys."
Oak nodded in agreement: "The source of the divine power of the war divine envoys is actually war. The more heroic the war, the more powerful the war will be. The more beneficial it is.
It has been seven years, and they will definitely find a way to recall the divine messenger.
If they find the divine messenger. Here with you...
The war capabilities of the Holy See of Light are very terrifying. They once launched a holy war to conquer the Orcs alone, making the Orcs almost become history.”
Of course Croya knew its reminders and worries.
That’s why he had to speed up and turn the divine envoy into his subordinate, so as to ensure that the other party would not be recalled, and even help him obtain some information about the Holy See of Light.
“I understand.”
Cloya nodded and waved his hand, then compressed the overflowing spirituality into gems and handed them to the oak tree.
“You go out, my going out will cause more serious turmoil, and you will be troubled by the task of teaching those druids.”
"Okay." Oak took the pile of gems, walked out of the magic barrier formed by the iris, and began to teach magic to the druids.
In fact, this magic is not difficult. After all, guiding the spirit of nature is basically a basic skill for druids, especially these special druids.
So in just two hours, they all learned it, and then each person started to perform magic while holding a spiritual gem.
The gentle breeze and rain entwine around the gemstones, flexibly and accurately taking away the spirituality inside, blowing through the grass and trees in the garden and the bouncing elves, and finally gathering into the stream.
Obviously, this is a process of purification and filtration.
Belonging to God, the unique light magic power of Mos was quickly decomposed by the power of nature. In the end, only the pure spirituality was left as the raindrops fell into the stream and merged into the light.
Light is like a heart beating in the stream, absorbing spirituality greedily and freely.
It itself has the potential to become an elf, but it cannot fully possess spirituality due to environmental reasons. Now it has finally made up for its shortcomings, and becoming an elf is simply a matter of course.
It flows in the stream, passing through a magic circle composed of various magic plants, and finally when it is about to flow through a slope into the pool -
"Boom!"
A strange sound sounded.
Then, the light jumped up directly from the stream, being kneaded by invisible hands like plasticine in mid-air.
In the end, it turned into... a shield.
To be precise, it should be an extremely gorgeous shield. It should be shaped like a small buckler, but it is outlined with golden patterns and even has a translucent crystal texture.
It is like a piece of art placed in a noble collection room.
Croya blinked in the distance: "This can be considered an elf, a shield elf?"
"What is the effect of this potion?"
He was suddenly very curious, this magic circle Although he and Oak planned and built it together, it is still unknown what kind of magic potion can be produced.
At most, it can only be inferred from the magic plants planted and the magic power emitted by the elves.
——His doubts were quickly answered.
The shield-like potion elf was just born, full of curiosity about the world, flying around dragging the stream of light.
Whenever it comes into contact with magic plants and vegetation on the ground, a light curtain consisting of a small shield will be formed on the latter's body. After just one glance, Croya understood.
"Dispel and protect."
"Hmm...is it the white rose from here?"
"There should be Shuter grass."
"Is it because the magic power of the God of Light is taking effect, so I chose the abilities of these two magic plants."
>Both of these effects are good, but the question is how effective they can be. This is the first time that Beggar's version of Negative Light River has created a magic potion.
He decided to test it carefully.
……
Knight training ground.
After leaving the garden and the Fountain of Life production line to Oak, Croya came here and planned to conduct tests here.
Although it is a training ground, of course there are always bumps and bumps. As a combat worker... How dare you say that you are a combat worker if you don't shed some blood, lose some flesh, and sweat a little?
There is a complete medical team on standby here for a long time, in order to prevent the fight from leaving hard-to-heal injuries that will affect the future.
So the best place to test purification and protection is here.
When Croya came over, no one noticed him.
The apprentices are still sweating on the special soft metal training ground, sparring with each other one by one, running, poking...
Honestly, every time Croya sees this This kind of scene will be a bit exciting - he does not discriminate against warriors, on the contrary, he is quite interested.
Perhaps every mage has a dream of close combat.
He once used a Gopher harp as a blunt instrument to smash the head of a shark under the sea, and was criticized by the Gopher harp for a long time.
As a sixth-level mage, elements flow within his body, and the power of "Poetry of Rainbow Colors" strengthens his body to the maximum extent.
Although he usually wears a Phoebus robe and quietly looks like a powerless mage, but if he really has a head-on confrontation with a warrior of the same level, what will happen? No matter who wins or loses.
Looking at the apprentices fighting passionately, he had a bad idea in his heart, and murmured to himself:
"Do you want to find someone to bully you?"
I don’t know if his voice was heard by a passing legendary mage. Baron Kemoyer was driving away three or four apprentices with a long sword in the distance and discovered him.
"Your Excellency Croya!"
Baron, oh no, the earl's eyes lit up and he came over with his sword in hand.
But when he was about to approach Croya, he saw the former smiling slightly, and immediately felt his scalp numb.
Suddenly, a dense layer of silver-white crystal shields appeared on his body. The next moment, he was greeted by an attack like a violent storm——
The apprentices glared With their big eyes, they saw that their beloved lord had an ordinary long sword in his hand.
The long sword was as light as if it didn't exist in the mage's hand. The surface of the sword reflected colorful lights, and the sword's power was like an endless rainbow of light, slashing towards the earl.
The Earl, who had defeated all the apprentices in the training ground, had no room to fight back under such a violent and elegant attack, and could only retreat in embarrassment.
“Is that the lord?”
“My lord actually knows how to use a sword?”
“Pushing the count teacher back even further!”
The surprised apprentices started talking one after another, and people from further away rushed over after hearing the news, quickly forming a circle around them and watching the one-sided beating.
This is really a rare sight.
Their elegant and mysterious mage actually used a sword!
Moreover, the swordsmanship was so exquisite and mysterious that they were so mesmerized by it that they wished they had more eyes.
Compared to the excited apprentices, Count Kemoye was in quite a lot of pain. He felt that Croya didn't use any special magic at all.
He simply used this exquisite swordsmanship and magic power to confront him head-on, but the light curtain formed by this magic sword was like all-pervasive sunlight, leaving him passively beaten.
What frightened him even more was that he had learned this kind of swordsmanship before.
It is the swordsmanship of light in his book "Miracle of Light", which was considered the most basic swordsmanship in the former Holy See system.
To put it simply, it uses magic power to form light that can cut off evil, and it also has certain special effects of breaking evil and breaking armor.
The original swordsmanship of the Holy See of Light had an exaggerated natural sound and light effect. When the sword was swung, it was like a ball of light, which could blind the eyes of some enemies.
But what is this, Cloya?
You are a ball of light, but you turned into the sun and a rainbow?
What he couldn't understand the most was the suppressive effect this light had on the thorns of justice in his body.
If this continues, he will definitely be hit and "exploded" like a ball. This is absolutely not possible.
So he took an opportunity to take a half step back and took out the nearly legendary knight sword given to him by his ancestors from the space ring.
"Drink!"
With the help of the knight's sword, he barely managed to hold on in the all-pervasive rainbow light... for three seconds.
After seeing him take out the knight sword, Croya unceremoniously increased the amount of magic he released. The already gorgeous and bright rainbow light became even more brilliant, like a rainbow falling to the ground.
Now Count Kemoye couldn’t hold on anymore.
Three seconds later, with a shattering sound of "click", Croya's sword fell in front of him, pointing straight at his throat.
If this had been on a battlefield, he would have been dead.
“I surrender!”
The Earl smiled helplessly, threw away the knight sword in his hand, and lay straight on the ground in a large shape, breathing heavily, his face His body was already covered in sweat.
The whole person looks like he was fished out of the water.
The apprentices watching the battle cheered——
"Lord Croya!"
"So strong!"
"Can you teach us!"
If it was said that they were because of the powerful magic against Croya before He admired her for her personality and charm, and now she has become a complete fan of Croya.
It turns out that their lord also knows this kind of swordsmanship!
Could it be that you are the legendary magic swordsman with "double cultivation of monsters"? Or a magical swordsman?
“Do you want to learn?”
Kloya threw away the long sword in his hand. Despite such violent exercise, not only was his clothes not messy, he didn’t even break a sweat. a little.
He looked at the excited apprentices and gestured to the small shield beside him - the latter immediately began to fly, shielding all the hundreds of apprentices present with powerful force.
At this time, the apprentices still don’t know what they are going to face, and everyone’s face is full of joy and excitement.
"I want to learn!" they replied in unison.
"Okay." Croya smiled slightly.
Not waiting for them to be happy.
A teleportation portal suddenly appeared behind Croya, and a group of sunflowers came out neatly with their roots.
Each sunflower has a shining crystal sword in its hand, with colorful light flowing and reflecting on it.
Croya, standing directly in front of the Sunflower Swordsmen, said with a smile: "This is the rainbow sword I want to teach you. You can learn it as long as you can beat my Sunflowers."
"Now...please be serious."
"You won't die, but it will be painful."
As soon as the mage finished speaking, the Sunflower Swordsmen behind him took flat steps. He rushed over with the crystal sword in his hand.
Like a rainbow-colored storm, it swept into the team of apprentices and instantly chopped down a few who did not react.
"What is this!"
The other apprentices then realized and quickly formed a team to block it.
At this time, Croya had already pulled Count Kemoyer aside, and found a place to sit down. While drinking tea and chatting, he watched the apprentices being "slaughtered" by the Sunflower Swordsmen.
The corners of the earl's eyes were beating wildly, and he couldn't help but ask: "How did you learn this?"
"Sword of Light, what is more dazzling than the light of the sun?"
Croya answered casually and stopped talking, focusing on watching the battle between the apprentices and the Sunflower Swordsmen.
The Earl was stunned on the spot, looking blankly at the sun, and then at Croya - even the Holy See can't use the light of the sun? Can you use it?
He was once again shocked by Croya's power and mystery.
At this time, there was already a battle in the distance.
Don’t tell me, the shield potion elves are so powerful that they can even block the attacks of the Sunflower Swordsmen.
He even blocked his offensive just now.
The strength of this defense alone is estimated to be at level six to level seven. I really did not waste my spirituality by using so many free god-envoy Moss.
It seems that we need to collect more in the future and get more elves out.
Anyway, I don’t need money, but I also want to thank the Holy See for contributing so much spirituality to me.
I don’t know where they started the war? Will it affect myself?
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(End of this chapter)