In the long mythological era and history, they are also called druids, natural wizards, and familiar oak (wisdom) spirits.
Long before the Fermor Protoss had risen, it seemed that the original Celtic world was still in a period of disorder and chaos after the fight between the two ancient protoss.
Hot lava, countless holes, the huge and pure power of the two gods shattered and distorted all time and space... exhaling is midsummer, exhaling is winter, all races are in the aftermath of their battle.
They are all as humble as insects and ants, without life, only the immeasurable abyss exploding, swallowing the void.
Back in that chaotic era.
This group of mages are guided by a mysterious will.
He began to repair the sky of the ruined universe, fill the void, restore the land and oceans damaged by the fire, and rejuvenate nature.
Their origin is one of the most mysterious mysteries in the Celtic world.
The protracted battle between the two ancient gods was forcibly intervened by the druids. With the help of that dark will, the power of the natural mage was even powerful enough to reshape the entire world... As a result, the gods were defeated one after another, and even the existence of
The concept is also forever sealed in the deepest part of time, forever forgotten.
They are priests, mages, prophets, witch doctors and enlighteners of the new generation of civilization.
After the end of the old era, that will gave them a new mission. They will guide the rise of nature, and they will choose the new master of the universe.
And I want to clean it up and reinject the power of nature into the half-collapsed Celtic world, so that life can flow out, everything can be revived, and the next new era can begin.
For a powerful druid, this is also a no small or even cumbersome project.
In order to better cope with the work of creation.
The druids created the first beings and gave them responsibilities and missions.
Make them your new assistants.
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"Olawn is not an outstanding work. As the first batch of beings trained by the druids, your souls are hopelessly hollow and flawed."
Bai Shu leaned over: "The adult Olawn only has the ability to control flames, give life, reshape matter, and activate the body. He can barely be regarded as a low-level servant of the druids. Both body and soul are weak."
The high-speed flowing blood causes the body surface to heat up rapidly.
The skin becomes hot.
The body gradually grew larger and expanded like blowing air, the blood vessels clearly conveyed the pain of torture, and the joints of every bone were trembling and groaning.
Like an inflated pufferfish, Rayleigh felt like he was about to burst!
"atin, this is the pronunciation just now, it means [torture]."
"When I was at Aviva Electric Company, I knocked you unconscious, and then asked you to blow up the database and come here to see me... There are two spells in total, ctas and en, which represent [faint] and [faint] respectively.
obey】."
"qi means absolute stillness, uv means the acceleration of reproductive power, cuujkm means releasing the rational bomb in the will, ovv means simply strengthening the body's hardness, thn means weakening, and lqnxx means opening the emotional valve... Look, the safety of the druids
The secret key is irresistible to you, and as long as you master the pronunciation, any creature can enslave you."
"This is Olawn's hopeless flaw. I'm really surprised that there are still fools who are converting Olawn's bloodline."
Baizhu spread his hands: "The first batch of lives created by the Druids were planted with safety keys in this way. They called this the soul language, or the spirit of speech... You are driven by the spirit of speech like a machine.
, Absolute obedience. Absolute loyalty."
"This should be the birth of the first batch of tool people in the history of the Celtic world. Under the leadership of the druids, you happily started 996... No, it should be the 007 work system all year round.
It was not until the Creation Project was over and the Druids decided to return to nature and grant the rights of the new world to the Fermor Protoss that you, a race without creativity, were suspended from production and declared that the mission was completed."
Severe pain——
The severe pain has made Rayleigh Mausolus unable to think.
Every cell, every nerve, every bone... is transmitting the emotion called [torture] through the consciousness network.
"What do you want...me to do?!"
Rayleigh struggled to yell out such a sentence, and then the sharp pain deep in his consciousness almost knocked him out.
"There are actually converts of Olawn's blood in this era. Although I think it's ridiculous, I'm very happy."
Rayleigh heard the person in the shadows smile:
"It just so happens that out of pure curiosity, I once split the word spirit given to Olawn by the druids... Mr. Raleigh, you are really my mascot. Without you, I would definitely not be able to find those words."
Hidden gateway, without you, I wouldn’t know the secrets about the world so quickly.”
"In order to reward your contribution, I decided to cast a new spell on you."
"A brand new language spirit..."
A cold hand pressed against Rayleigh Mausolus's forehead.
He anticipated the horrific outcome and tried desperately to break free, but was ordered to stop where he was, with his head raised numbly.
"After splitting the voice spirit given to you by Olawn by Druid, I also had a similar idea, but unfortunately, it has never been used."
"It might hurt a little the first time."
The piercing pain was fleeting.
Rayleigh felt the hand on his forehead penetrated his skull, and the cold fingers were stirring in the sticky brain. The neuronal information was rearranged under its stirring. Countless strange murmurs and weird whispers were accompanied by the movement of Bai Zhu's lips.
Zhang He, poured into his mind.
It was unfathomable and profound, like a magnificent dream that was trapped in the deepest part of an ancient city under the sea and a drowned person was about to die.
gradually……
Rayleigh Mausolus's consciousness gradually stopped thinking, until a voice exploded in his ears.
"Aweert, a useless little trick I created a long time ago, I call it -"
"[Absolute loyalty]."
Bai Shu snapped his fingers.
Bah!
Rayleigh Mausolus slowly lowered his head, and his dull pupils were refilled with emotions. He smiled and leaned down, and a deep voice came out from under his head:
"Do your will!"
"It seems to be working well." Bai Zhu smiled: "The first order is that I want you to return to the Masons and climb as high as possible."
"clear!"
"Second, find all the bloodline transformers of Auraun, Gabu, Luoluotu, and Kesantus that you can come into contact with. If there are any, bring them to me."
"Third, I..."
Bai Zhu's voice stopped suddenly.
He frowned and lowered his head, two lines of nosebleed dripping down, and his white shirt soon turned red, spreading down his chest.
"Your body is so weak...even weaker than when you were in the Little Yuan World. Is it because you have been in a wheelchair since you were born?"
Baizhu sniffed helplessly, and then choked on the backflow of blood, coughing so hard that he almost couldn't breathe.
The time he came to this world was not long, and he was used to adjust to the difference between his consciousness and this body.
But this running-in is finally over.
Upgrade and add points...just start standing up from the wheelchair!
"This kind of safe secret key-like Yan Ling makes me dizzy and bleeds. Damn it, he is born with kidney deficiency, right?"
Bai Shu glanced at Lei Li, who was patting him on the back diligently, and the corners of his eyes twitched slightly.
"Third... There is no third for now..."
My head started to feel dizzy.
He wiped his bleeding nose, raised his head helplessly, and passively stopped the bleeding: "You push me out first... My hands seem to be cramped now, and I can't turn this wheelchair..."
"Do your will!"
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at the same time.
Anton was taking a nap on the upper bunk with his eyes open as usual, his body rolling around, making the low and loose bed board creak.
"Brother, why haven't you come back yet?"
"Could it be..."
"Isn't it really because of the diarrhea? Why doesn't the eldest brother want me to help him go to the toilet?"
When he thought of this, Anton couldn't help but become impatient.
He nervously rolled over and jumped out of bed before he could.
Bang!
The door was knocked open from the outside in.
The fat man with curly blond hair waved a letter, his whole face flushed. He was shocked when he saw the empty lower bunk and couldn't help but ask:
"Where's the Assyrian brother?"
"Pull it on."
"???" The little fat man's face darkened.
He grabbed Anton's arm and jumped out of the door, but despite all his strength, he still couldn't pull one centimeter away.
"What's wrong?" Anton honestly touched his head.
"Come, come, they are all coming!"
The little fat man jumped up angrily and slapped the letter in his hand on Anton's face:
"Hurry up and leave! The vice president and gentlemen are waiting in the lobby."
