Time rewinds to two minutes ago.

The Wind Firmament, on the shore of the lake directly east of the sacred tree Imotru, was the makeshift camp for the Druids when they entered.

Now the druids don't live here anymore, but they found a more habitable woodfield – a large clearing north of Imotru, where the soil is more fertile and, crucially, there are more trees—not the terrible giant acacia "acorns" like the windbush, but trees that are more "kind", "friendly", and "easy to communicate with".

This is no different from the progress in the game.

As for the current lakeside, in addition to the large farmland, it is the medicine garden cultivated by the valley druids led by Freya and Margah.

That's why Gustavo stays here.

The patriarch turned into a nightblade leopard and walked back and forth in the medicine garden, his keen sense of smell allowing him to easily distinguish the types and years of various herbs.

"Roar—" he yelled at Linnar on the other side. It was to the effect of "Did you find it?" ”

"Roar-" to the effect of "looking for a *** eye to see the flowers".

On the other side, a thick-haired, blue-eyed wolf let out a short, excited howl.

"Woohoo! Whew! ”

Gustavo hurriedly jumped and fell, turned back into his human form, grabbed the herbs in front of Manla, and quickly stuffed them into his mouth, his movements clean and neat.

"Hiccup, Man'er dog, you still have a good nose!" The patriarch patted Manla's head, who smirked sideways.

"Come on, come on, fly up and see the effect!" Linnar leaned over and took him off.

The two of them were forcibly pulled over by Gustavo, and when he heard that Freya had cultivated an herb that could change the shape of her hair, his eyes immediately straightened, and he rushed over with someone without saying a word.

Since receiving an unknown inheritance, his flight form has changed from a handsome silver-winged flying eagle to a huge snow-white silly bird more than two meters long, cooing around with a mouth, and was nicknamed "Big Snowball" by Igor and others.

It's always been me Gustavo who gave you these two hundred and fifty nicknames, when is it your turn! The patriarch was very angry about this, so he took great pains to change back to his previous appearance.

At the same time, he hasn't flown for more than half a year - it's a shame.

So now, it's time to witness the miracle.

He swallowed, and rose into the air under the encouraging gazes of the two of them, spreading a pair of broad and powerful white wings, which set off gusts of wind, and a few stray hairs floated around, like a bear child wielding a feather core pillow in a fight.

Years of flying experience had taught him that not even a single hair had changed on the wings, and the ridicule of the two on the ground seemed to confirm this.

Am I, Gustavo, going to fly like this stupid bird for the rest of my life?

At this moment, a strange feeling came from the bottom of my heart.

It's like...... Someone is knocking on the door.

"Then let's go."

The patriarch thought so, and then in the next moment, a huge suction force suddenly appeared out of nowhere, and all the magic power in his body was lost in an instant, but this was not enough, and even the strength to flap his wings disappeared.

Just as he was about to be sucked dry, a flash of white light flashed, and Paparis suddenly appeared in the air, and time seemed to be frozen at this moment, and the latter's crystal finger bones pointed at his forehead, and a steady stream of abundant magic was instilled.

Although time was frozen, Gustavo still felt like a pool, releasing water as he entered, and the feeling of constantly hollowing out his body was terrible.

(Actually, the metaphor he came up with is not this, but a person eating while, which the author embellishes here.) ）

At the same time, a white light flashed in front of Manla, and a dazed elf girl appeared in front of him.

The pause time also resumes flow.

"Whew~"

The innocent-looking giant wolf raised his right paw and greeted her with his big head sideways, and then was smashed into the earth by the patriarch who fell from the sky.

---------- (the dividing line that accompanies screaming, soothing, healing) ---------

Five minutes later, a group of people sat on a stone next to the vegetable garden.

“…… Then I cut my hand and see if I could get back...... Thank you, Miss Freya. ”

The elf girl withdrew her bandaged hand and hurriedly stood up and saluted.

Freya, who had treated her, smiled and shook her head, then walked over to Manla, who had been broken by Gustavo's buttocks.

"So you don't know where Xiao Mu went?" Gustavo asked with a silver frown, and he sat across from the girl with a golden sword, like a bandit leader looking at the yellow flower girl he had just snatched.

Lucy shook her head.

"You don't know what happened to the elves?"

Still shaking his head.

"That'...... What about the one called 'Ae'? What did he say to you? ”

There aren't many elves whose names Gustavo remembers, and Eliel is clearly not among them.

"Your Excellency, he seems to be protecting me." Lucy hesitated, "At first, he wanted to hide me, but then he couldn't hide anymore, so he asked me to go to the 'place where I came', but not Silvermoon City, I guess it might be here......"

Gustavo listened for a while.

The elf's name is strange, and his appearance is almost the same in his opinion, except for gender and hair color, he can't distinguish between them, and the girl in front of him can't choose it herself...... Every time at this moment, he misses Mu Yan very much.

If only Xiao Mu was here, he would definitely be able to figure these things out.

It seems that things have not been normal since I met him, and the patriarch often recalls bizarre stories that happened to him like this.

For example, why he was the only one in the original trial who made his flesh and blood blurred, and then somehow got some "permission" (Paperis told him), his strength improved I don't know how much he had before, and he also saw a memory - although he didn't understand what that memory meant, a visceral urge made him memorize it completely.

For example, just now, the little skeleton that suddenly appeared told him that he had become the administrator of the Wind Firmament, so he had the responsibility of "opening and closing the door" - but under the condition of insufficient energy from the outside world, a large amount of energy needs to be provided.

It's better not to say this explanation, it's a bigger head, how do I know if this door should be opened? You've got to let me know who's out the door, right? My mind is so active, I don't know if I'm going to be sucked into it again. He grumbled, but the little skeleton ignored it and turned away.

He's been like this ever since the guy named Shans left.

And that's not all, especially since he also discovered Imotru - the tree most likely had a "heart......

He scratched his head vigorously and decided not to think about it anymore.

"No matter, let's stay here first, you live with Freya and Maga. Oh, by the way, what about the elf named Amacer? Why didn't you mention him just now? ”

"Amatha ......" Lucy opened her mouth, looking like she wanted to say something.

"Gotta get it, don't talk about it." Gustavo hurriedly stopped her, looking at her like this was a difficult question to answer, and he didn't want to add to the problem in every sense of the word. "I don't understand it."

Lucy suddenly wavered in her choice.

"Should I really come back here?"

……

Meanwhile, in Ashenvale, the aspen forest where a brief battle had taken place before, the strange Blood-Rotting Raccoon and its companion were in a stalemate for a long time, and finally managed to devour each other after paying a heavy price.

Then it squirmed its smaller body back to a cavern.

The cave was surprisingly clean and likewise free of unpleasant smells.

It squirmed all the way to the innermost part, hiding a piece of bone in the darkness that the moonlight shone through the hole could not reach.

The carrion spread out its body, slowly wrapping some of its bones, like a moving garment crawling onto the drying rack by itself, and then the blue-brown veins of its body emitted a faint bright light, and the light converged at the intersection of veins, that is, the place where the demon core was condensed.

Through this glimmer of light, the skeleton can be seen in its entirety—its predecessor appears to be a snake, and the huge circles of vertebrae and ribs all speak of the size of its owner's body.

Over the past few days, the clean-loving carrion seemed to have undergone some kind of evolution, letting out a low roar that gradually changed from meaningless babbling to clarity.

"Shhh...... Suck ......"

"Drain...... ......"

"Dew...... Akane ......"

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Heru, Ember Manor.

The guard barrier was all opened, and Glazer sat in the courtyard, red wine in his hand, and the "pointed skull" of the candlestick flew back and forth around him.

The old man looked at Mu Yan with a smile, and the latter frowned, surrounded by white water vapor.

This is a manifestation of an over-density of the water element.

"I'm ready, Mr. Green."

The young scholar took a deep breath and nodded to Glazer.

"Condensate twenty units of water vapor into a 1.2-centimeter layer of water." The old man commanded.

Almost as soon as he spoke, Mu Yan did so, and the water vapor suddenly condensed into a liquid like light blue silk.

"Very well, then evenly spread to half the thickness of the previous one."

Mu Yan still completed this operation with ease.

"Go on, still half."

This time it was a bit of a struggle, and it took him 3/5 more time than before.

"Shamu, what is my limit?" He asked the database silently.

"No need for 'smart machine mode', 0.030 cm, 40.736 square meters, note: do not be distracted to talk to the database."

Mu Yan pursed his lips, and according to the old man's instructions, he extended the water layer again, and now it has reached 0.15 cm, paving half of the courtyard.

"Repeat twice."

The old man's lazy voice was like a talisman at this moment, Mu Yan smiled bitterly and did so, fine beads of sweat appeared on his forehead, but the edge of the water curtain had already appeared uneven and fluctuating.

"Okay, let's get to the main event." Glazer put down his goblet and threw the pointed skull out.

The candlestick stops in the air, lights a candle flame on top, and burrows under the water curtain.

"Don't let it puncture your water curtain, but don't extinguish the candle either."

"Huh??"

Seeing that the candlestick was about to suddenly collide with it, Mu Yan activated the smart machine mode without saying a word, and the black and white vision appeared again, and a series of smooth numbers poured down, monitoring the distance between the candle flame and the water mantle at all times.

So a wonderful scene appeared, the surface of the water mantle continued to arch steep peaks, and the flying candlestick was like a bear child who kept stepping on the quilt, and the water mantle showed the form of a "futon" under Mu Yan's control, and it was not touched by the bear child at all.

"(14.8, 26.4) position, uplift velocity 4.6, instantaneous acceleration 7.7, minimum distance 0.41 cm, no temperature change of flame."

……

"(74.1, 15.8) position, uplift velocity 5.8, instantaneous acceleration 6.6, minimum distance 0.61 cm, no temperature change of flame."

……

He completed this series of operations perfectly with the processing speed comparable to that of a light brain calculator in the intelligent machine mode, and Glazer's expression changed from a smile at the beginning to a surprise at the end, and a little shocked at the end.

"Pointed braincase, come back."

The candlestick flew back with a lingering desire.

Mu Yan restored the water curtain expressionlessly, without a trace of fluctuation in his heart.

"There's no next step, you can rest for a while." The old man laughed.

Lifting the smart machine mode, his whole person seemed to be fished out of the water, and sweat rushed out.

"But the elemental manipulation can't stop yet."

"Hey—"

Mu Yan wanted to cry without tears, and he cheered up and "catched" the water mantle at the moment when it was about to land.

"Now is a good opportunity to train with weights."

The old man stood up with a goblet and walked tremblingly to Mu Yan.

"Well, take a sip."

Mu Yan's head shook like a rattle.

"Don't drink it!"

Nineteen years in the ward made him smell enough alcohol and disinfectant water, and no matter how strong the aroma of wine was, it could not hide the smell of ethanol, which could be said to be a biological instinct.

"It's just a small bite, and it won't go up."

"Not really!"

Seeing that Mu Yan was so repulsive to alcohol, Glazer had no choice but to give up.

"Try not to focus on elemental manipulation and make it a habit, like you don't actively control your breathing......"

"How is this possible...... Mu Yan tried, but couldn't find the north at all, and said helplessly: "How did you come up with such a tossing method."

"No, it was first thought up by the founder of Morrowind Academy." The old man took a sip of red wine and said, "This is a very common game for white-robed mages when they get together. Of course, in Lokan Elemental Control is not so free, we use 'Frozen Earth' instead, and then have the referee constantly use 'Earth Spike', and whoever can keep the ice intact on the ground for the allotted time wins. The prize is usually a small piece of high-purity magic crystal ore or a sixth-level magic core or something. ”

"But how do you prevent the ice from being destroyed by the 'Earth Spike' without being able to directly control the elements?"

"Sense the fluctuations of the earth element, predict the location of the spike, and then use the high temperature to soften the ice, ice the water, and the liquid is raised with the mage's hand, and then put it down, and the water will turn into ice again." The old man casually said a series of complicated operations, and then concluded: "The basic operation of the white-robed mage, it's quite simple, Jialan's mage tower application?" The "Twilight Chronicle" you are reading now Chapter 57 There is only half a chapter of the meeting, to see the full version, please search Baidu: (Ice + Thunder + Chinese + Text) Search again after entering: Twilight Chronicle