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The cycle of new life dies and the cycle continues...... Zhuyuan Observations", Shallow Sea, Vol. 1...... In the long run, the memory is a vast wilderness, and the memory of childhood is trekking and traveling, and when crossing the edge of the 'shallow sea', the background of the azure of the mountain where the storm has stopped is still deeply etched in the depths of memory. On the boundary of water and wind, the two planes are strangely superimposed on the horizon.

That's the deepest impression about childhood.

But all the distant scenery is gone, and after a long journey, travel, and travel, I finally came to this world.

It was a strange beginning, passed down from generation to generation, as if the memories flowed in the blood, nurturing the magic and forming the sacred forest. In the distant dark ages, gentle magic attracted creatures in the darkness. Frost Demons, Weeping Demons, and the Undead fought against them to protect the forest.

In this way, it seems as if many years have passed through the continuous fighting.

Until one day, it saw the ball of light flying in front of it.

"Hello, my name is Luoluo, you are so beautiful here, can I stay here?"

"No, you can't." It replied sternly.

"Why?" Xiao Budian's eyes widened, and his blue eyes widened with curiosity. It was as if it was a very strange thing that it didn't let her live in this forest.

"Because you, like them, will spy on the magic of holiness."

"No, no, no, I just think it's cooler."

"Cool?"

"Well, besides, you can't fight them alone, you always need companions, I'll help you."

It seems that after that, it has a companion. The word companion. Reading it in the language of the elements is far more lengthy than human words, but it has a long meaning.

"Marocha, let's build a lake so they can't survive."

"Lakes?"

"Uh-huh, lake. You haven't seen it, it's like a shallow sea - of course, not as magnificent as your hometown. But it's still a beautiful view. ”

Thinking of its hometown, it nodded.

"Malocha, is the lake beautiful?"

"It's not like a shallow sea." It thought about it for a moment, then replied earnestly.

"Then let's make it bigger. "By the way, when I die, bother to bury me under the largest tree of fog, so that I can return to my hometown." ”

"Dead?"

It narrowed its eyes slightly, and there seemed to be information about this part hidden in the distant blood. That's about elemental creatures. A phrase imprinted on the soul seemed to flash in its memory: 'Rebirth and death, the cycle of the elements is endless-'

"Uh-huh," replied the goblin, squinting as well, "new life and extinction." The cycle of the elements is endless, and without death, there will be no new life. ”

It stared at the dark night sky, the meteor flickered and disappeared, and above this flourishing starry sky symbolized the death of another hero in the strife of the civilized world outside. The mortal war began one hundred and thirty-seven years, and it would last three hundred years, ending twelve years after that, the prophecy says.

The soil buried in the middle of the forest blooms glowing buds the following year. Then it slowly bears fruit. Two new lives were born from the fruit.

It was a continuation of Loro's life, and they were called Mia and Tess.

Leprechauns are always born with names, and that's a strange thing.

Then the elves became more and more numerous, and the forest became more lively and prosperous day by day. But every night after that, it looked at the starry sky. Always remember that sentence:

"Marocha, let's build a lake so they can't survive."

On the edge of the silver-glittering lake, the frost demons in the darkness really didn't dare to cross the surface of the lake again.

The war in the human world finally ended, one hundred and thirty years ago. Marocha looked up at the night sky. A meteor flashed, and the last hero of the civilized world, Saint-Osor, finally completed the last journey of her life.

The world suddenly became strange.

……

The core of magic power is the source of the life of demonic creatures. But for a creature like the Crystal Stag that lives in harmony with magic, it is only the core of its power, and a demonized creature that loses its core of magic will instantly turn to ashes, but for Malocha, at most, its power will fade to youth.

Brando soon saw the crystal prism-like scar, which was embedded in Malocha's spine. As soon as Brando saw it, he couldn't help but squint his eyes slightly.

The magic core of a healthy Crystal Stag should contain a blue color like the sea inside, as if it were their home shallow sea, which is the most beautiful place in the water elemental world. But what he saw was a crystal as black as ink.

The erosion of magic is so strict.

Brando couldn't help but hold his breath slightly.

The world of Vaynd is built on a sea of magic, and most of the power that mortals come into contact with comes from the magic of darkness. But Martha set the rules of Tia's mother, restraining these wild, dark forces with the power of rules - making them docile and peaceful.

This is the gift of motherhood.

But there are also those who do not accept this gift.

The astrologer follows the path of the gods, like a sage who overcomes obstacles in the darkness. Like their worshipped deity, Elaine, the goddess of the abyss, they turned the magic of darkness into a mirror, seeking to see through the fog of the future at the cost of blindness. The darkness eroded their bodies and minds, but they remained steadfast.

The witches went one step further than the astrologers, and the sages of the twelve witches swore to conquer the forces of darkness - and their descendants, though they did so. But madness, coldness, perversity, and moodiness have been with them all their lives—and for this reason, and because of their status as followers of the Dark Dragon, they are spurned by the entire continent.

And those who walk in the shadows, cultists, worshippers of demons, madmen and murderers. They worship the magic of darkness and do not hesitate to sacrifice to please the evil beings of the darkness. These lame walkers on the dark side of civilization, but no one denies their existence.

Dark magic is like a poison that can be irreversible to anyone. Brando has a mindset that seems to see the answer to the mystery. Gently reach for the magic core.

An electric shock swept through his body.

"Human, stop—"

A gentle, completely different voice from the manic, furious voice that had preceded it sounded in Brando's head.

"Guardian of the Sacred Seal Forest, do you know what I'm doing—" Brando's hand paused slightly, and then he replied softly, "Do you see what this forest looks like?" ”

"It's useless for you to cast out the magic of darkness." The voice did not answer him directly, but replied, "On the contrary, you will regret your actions." ”

"I need to know why." Brando asked, "If you don't give up this magic core, you will be assimilated into a monster by the magic of darkness." The forest has begun to wither. The magic of darkness will eat away at this qiē, including your fellow elves—"

The voice fell silent.

After a while, it sounded again: "No, the forest will never wither." What you say doesn't happen, human beings, you haven't seen the shallow sea, you don't understand how great nature is-"

"Shallow sea?"

Malocha paused, its body covered in bruises and dying. There was a hint of exhaustion in the blood-red eyes. But there was a blazing flame: "Human, I know what you want, crystallized blood. You can take it. But please leave this forest, this forest belongs to no one, it belongs only to history, to the goblins who have witnessed this qiē of the past-"

Brando didn't understand what it was saying, but he glanced at the crystal blood that was dotting on the ground, and then at Nimesis not far away. The female knight looked at the goblin in her hand, and the goblin was crying.

"Thank you for your generosity, Guardian," Brando replied, "but what I'm curious about is your choice. ”

There was a breeze in the forest. There was a rustling sound, and the brittle branches broke and fell.

The forest is dying.

Malocha's body burned with a raging black flame, and the crystal stag lay there silently, as if remembering something. Brando saw its gaze. Over his shoulder, look at the night sky of Vajnd's world flourishing.

There are many constellations there, and many epics belonging to mortals are written.

"Why did you take the initiative to extract the magic of the entire forest, is it because the Holy Seal Valley has been eroded by the magic of darkness?"

"It's about the same as you guessed, human." The weakened voice replied, "The forest is restless, and not just here. Dark magic is pouring out from beneath the world, and the moon is brighter than ever, and humans—"

Brando didn't speak, he knew that Marocha was talking about the Great Demon Tide.

"So you took the initiative to introduce dark magic into your body so that they wouldn't infect the entire forest."

"But it won't be in vain for you to do so, and eventually you will be turned into a puppet by the magic of darkness. And when the last guardian of this forest dies, it itself withers and withers, just as you see today. Brando replied slowly, thinking about a clue about the mission.

But his words were interrupted.

"That's because you haven't seen a shallow sea, man," replied Marocha quietly, "the beautiful and magnificent surface of the sea on the boundary between wind and water." The tides on the sea rise and fall, and the cycle is endless. It's like our lives—"

"Your life?"

"The new life is extinguished, and the cycle continues—"

"This is the fate of the elements."

Brando suddenly understood—

He stared at the crystal stag on the ground with some shock. The old elemental life dies, and a new elemental creature is born on its corpse. From generation to generation, those ancient knowledge are passed on in this way.

It's like a poem from ancient times, which has always echoed in the blood of what is called inheritance, silently and majesticly.

"The old order is gone, taking with it many memories. New life will be reborn under the withered ashes. The dark magic will burn out with me, and in that moment, pure magic will refill the land, nourishing the roots of every tree of mist, and re-energizing the power of life. ”

Brando stood there, motionless. For a moment, he felt that his mind about the task had faded a lot. He asked, "That's your choice?" ”

Marocha didn't answer.

The voice just muttered, "I should have left long ago, when I saw the meteor streak across the night sky." I realized that this era was no longer mine. ”

"It's been a long time."

"But the lake still doesn't look like a shallow sea at all."

"It's just really beautiful—"

Brando's eyelids drooped slightly.

He was a little touched. But more often than not, there are doubts. Why is the system setting such a scene? Are there any hidden missions here? Is it just for him to be a spectator?

No, there must be something that can be changed.

He saw the crystal stag lying on the ground gradually close its eyes, the dark magic on it as if it was about to break free, but it was firmly locked to the core of the magic.

In that moment, Brando seemed to feel the last image coming from the guardian of the Sacred Seal Forest:

The vast sea, as far as the eye can see. The cradled cliff shore with the waves crashing against the rocks. Far away in the sky, the holy mountain where the storm has subsided is like a pale cyan ink painting.

Clouds float above the sky.

He saw the traveling fawn. Together with its people, it crossed the coast and through the wasteland, as if it were a long journey, and no one knew where they would end.

A long time flashed through Brando's mind, like a thousand years in the blink of an eye, and he saw a lot. I saw the fairy named Loro.

"I see my hometown."

"It's beautiful, just like when I left. It has never changed. Wait for me to go back. ”

……

Brando blinked vigorously, the corners of his eyes a little dry.

And when he opened his eyes, Malocha's body was emitting a blazing white light. It becomes transparent and light. The magic floating on its body seemed to have undergone a new life, and in the dazzling flash like a new star, the black magic power was pulled by the power that transcended the realm of life and death, and an invisible law fell from the sky.

At that moment, he and Nimesis raised their heads together, and their hearts trembled in the same way, feeling the power from Martha.

Gentle, yet penetrating.

The language and sound of a qiē seem to have lost their color.

The elves looked up at the scene, and they were surprised that the forest was shattering. But a gracious force is breaking out of the cocoon.

Brando saw the leprechaun in Nimesis' hand running towards the corpse of the Crystal Stag with tears on her face, crying out and her mouth closed, but she couldn't hear the slightest sound.

Between heaven and earth, only law and power remain.

Brando saw golden magic bloom from Malocha's corpse. It pours into the ground and spreads like a spider's web along the path in the forest. Then he saw a faint layer of smoke rise from the body of the crystal stag, which had been reduced to ashes, and it took on the appearance of Malocha before her death, the majestic and beautiful creature looking up at the night sky.

Then the smoke began to dissipate as well.

But at that moment, Brando suddenly realized something. He raised his head and shouted at the smoky soul, "Marocha, wait! Your Mana Core will not completely turn to ashes. A part of it will be inherited to the nascent element! ”

The Crystal Stag apparently realized something, too.

It shook slightly, and looked back at Brando. Brando couldn't even make out the look on it as it had begun to disintegrate, but he read the last message in Malocha's eyes—

Help it.

The core of the mana has been completely contaminated, and even a part of the Crystal Stag inherited from the newborn will assimilate it. The newly born elemental life will only turn into a completely bloodthirsty monster.

And this forest will also become a wilderness buried only with gloomy and terrifying.

The mission turned out to be here.

Brando's heart suddenly dawned. But he didn't have any ease at the moment, he watched Malocha's figure turn into nothingness little by little, it looked at him anxiously, but he couldn't do anything about it.

No.

Wait a minute.

There is another way. Brando suddenly looked up, he looked at the crystal stag, his mind full of the image he had seen earlier. The vast sea, as far as the eye can see. The cradled cliffs, the waves crashing against the rocks - this is the shallow sea, the source of elemental life.

"I can help you, Malocha."

Suddenly, he said aloud, "Will you accept it?" ”

A blank card appeared in Brando's hand, and Marlowe looked at it and seemed to understand something. Its life is long and long, and little bits of knowledge have begun to accumulate in the heart little by little since a certain era.

"Would you like to!" Brando roared.

Golden magic is filling the forest. But the black flame also rekindled from the center of the golden light. One person and one deer, there is only one last chance left.

"What are you going to do, human." That's what Malocha had in her eyes.

"With the magic of darkness as the source, seal you and it together. I'll use the rules of Destiny Cards to extract it from the core of mana, and I might just make it! ”

"How sure are you?"

"I don't know—"

Marocha nodded slightly, a thick cloud of smoke remaining from the neck down. The whole body has vanished, but the four hooves are still standing proudly on the ground.

Brando took out the fate card and showed it to Malocha's soul, "Charr." Help me calculate how much wealth I need to seal the card this time! ”

"My lord, can you do the math for yourself such a simple question?" From the other side of the mind came Charles's somewhat confused voice. He yawned, apparently unaware of what was going on here.

"Don't talk nonsense, tell me—" Brando rebuked through gritted teeth.

Charles struck the spirit, and then he reacted: "Ah, then my lord, please quickly unlock some of the sealing permissions to me, and let me see what kind of cards you want to seal-"

Brando immediately did as he was told.

"Crystal Stag," Charles was slightly stunned, "This thing is much stronger than Her Royal Highness the little princess back then, although its soul has already agreed." It can greatly reduce the cost of the seal, but it still needs to consume nearly a thousand wealth. ”

"Ah, wait—what is this?" Charles's voice was a little impatient: "Dark magic? Your lord, you have to pull it out of this—it's the law of chaos. In terms of permissions, it is not inferior to the permissions of the traveling mage. Are you sure you want to do this? I don't understand......"

"I don't need you to understand!" Brando was about to go crazy, and Marocha's head was already looming: "You just have to tell me how much I need!" ”

"There's too much dark magic......"

"That's very little!" Brando didn't yell out the last word. Most of the dark magic has been purified by Malocha and turned into the power of order.

"Okay, okay - I see, a total of 2720 fortunes are needed."

"So much!?"

"I did......," Charles replied. But his words were immediately interrupted by Brando: "Enough, tell me if my wealth is enough now." ”

“…… Reluctantly, but don't you plan to keep a little, my lord? Didn't you say that you might be able to find some good materials in the Frost Forest, and this place is still in the Plain Forest, right? Charles asked, curiously, wondering if his lord was in trouble.

But Brando had no time to pay attention to him.

He pressed his thumb and forefinger on the board and shouted at Malocha's soul, "Seal! ”

But the scenario did not materialize. It's a completely different scene from the last time she sealed Metisa. The Destiny Card floats silently in mid-air, motionless.

"What's going on?" Brando's right hand stiffened slightly.

"Your Lordship...... The soul of the person you want to seal is too weak. The magic of darkness is not enough to compensate for this part of the rule...... It also takes some wealth to make a virtual law. Charles's voice suddenly shouted anxiously.

"How much more?" Brando asked through gritted teeth, he was on the verge of missing his last chance.

"Not enough......"

Brando's heart was cold, but it was at this time that Charles suddenly exclaimed, "Ah...... A new force has been poured in. What's going on? ”

The young wizard squire clearly didn't understand what was going on. Brando didn't understand either, for all he saw was a flash of silver light on the blank card, which then exploded like a flashbang.

A blinding white light spread out from all directions.

Brando's eyes narrowed slightly, and only after the light faded did he see a card swaying down from mid-air.

'In the dark. But his heart is toward the light, and he sings for eternity.

The card landed in his hand:

Song of reincarnation

Yongge viii

Light 4 / Dark 4

Spell

For 40 mana (Knight), summon the White Deer Marocha (level -10 of the Knight of the Flands) into the field. When White Stag leaves, he chooses two cards from the graveyard and shuffles them into his owner's library.

Maintain, White Deer Marocha will be maintained until the next day's reset moment.

'The new life dies and the life goes on and on--

Brando looked at the white deer depicted on the card, and the goblin on its back, and was a little stunned for a moment. In that instant, he understood what had happened before.

He looked up and saw that golden magic enveloped the entire forest, and the dead trees of mist were collapsing in patches. But new shoots sprouted from the ashes, and a dense tree quickly sprouted.

A young crystal stag, lying half-closed in the middle of the trees.

The forest seemed to guard it.

With a soft buzz, Brando saw a pale green panel jump out of front of him:

'Mission: Civilize the elements, complete, complete to perfection. ’

'Mission: Song of the Shallow Sea, completed, excellent completion......

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