Chapter 361 Punishment Bamboo Stick and Divine Phoenix Egg
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Matthew looked at Terraste, who was holding a bamboo stick in his arms and standing tall, looking quite peaceful.
So he opened his mouth and said:
"wait."
Matthew chanted the summoning of the dead in front of Tyrast, summoning Renesmee from the cemetery.
Accompanied by the fluctuations in elements brought about by the negative energy portal.
A trace of disgust clearly flashed across Terraste's face.
But he still restrained himself and did not have an attack.
Matthew politely temporarily took back the Emerald Trade Wind from Renesmee.
Then move forward.
Terraste walked over silently, and as the two approached, Matthew felt warning signs again and again.
A strong feeling of discomfort emerged from his heart.
So when Terraste took away the Emerald Trade Wind, Matthew immediately took a few steps back and kept a considerable distance from the other party.
Although Terraste did not deliberately release his aura, the pressure of becoming a legend is still real.
"If I didn't have the teacher's guardian angel, this old man could kill me at any time!"
Matthew's heart was pounding.
However, Tyrast didn't seem to notice Matthew's reaction at all. All his attention was focused on the elf longbow in his hand.
A deep look of reminiscence appeared on Tyrast's face. He gently stroked the emerald trade wind with his calloused hands and whispered a few Elvish words that Matthew could not understand.
after a long time.
Only then did the old elf man break free from his memories.
With calm eyes, he handed the Emerald Trade Wind to Matthew again:
"Thanks."
"This bow seems not as exquisite as I remembered."
Matthew returned the Emerald Trade Wind to Renesmee, and at the same time spoke:
"It's a good bow."
Terraste looked at Matthew without comment:
"Do you know how to bow and arrow?"
Matthew shook his head:
"She understands."
During the conversation.
Three Ash Ghosts just happened to crawl out from the edge of the Mark of the Dead.
This kind of ash creature is a characteristic near the Ash Lake. Compared with the ash pawns that Matthew has encountered before, they are more like ghosts among the ash creatures. They have high physical damage immunity and mobility, and also have very good sneak attack capabilities.
powerful.
Seeing the three ash ghosts attacking from different angles.
Renesmere drew her bow and shot.
But before the sound of the bowstring sounded, she put down the Jade Trade Wind with some doubts.
Three Ash Ghosts suddenly died on the spot.
Two seconds later.
There was a sound like firecrackers in the air.
Matthew looked back at Terraste, who was still holding the bamboo stick in his arms and seemed to have not moved at the same place.
Is this the strength of the Apocalypse Sword Master?
Matthew secretly clicked his tongue.
"Let's go and pick up all the soul crystals."
Even though he was surprised, he let Renesmee collect the loot.
Miss Zombie passed by in a daze.
Terraste looked unmoved.
"What a high-purity soul crystal!"
After acquiring it, Matthew's mood brightened. The Mark of the Dead is indeed a blessed place for the Necromancer. If he can effectively use this terrain to obtain unlimited soul crystals, he can increase the strength of the undead under his hands.
It has been improved to an incredible level!
It's a pity that I can only think about this kind of thing.
Just at this moment.
Terraste finally spoke again:
"Don't take them to the city."
Matthew was stunned for a moment, and then realized that the "them" Terrast mentioned was referring to the undead under his hands.
He asked rhetorically:
"This is an order?"
Terraste said calmly:
"No, it's a personal request."
Matthew thought for a while:
"Then I'll try my best."
"But I am a necromancer, and a necromancer must have followers around him."
Terraste nodded slightly, his expression much kinder than before:
"What do you think of the Mark of the Dead?"
Matthew shook his head:
“I’m new here, I’m still researching, I don’t have any specific opinions.”
"My previous successful experience in Rolling Stone Town may not be applicable to Jade Cangting, so I need more time to make some observations and verifications."
Terraste's face became softer:
"I thought you would guarantee it."
Matthew smiled:
"Why should I guarantee it?"
"What's in it for me?"
"The Alliance sent me to help. It is my task to manage the Scars of the Dead, but it is not an obligation. Not everyone is proud to be able to help the elves."
As soon as this statement came out.
The old elf's face immediately fell.
But what Matthew didn't expect was...
He actually nodded and said:
"What you said is right."
"After the death of the two gods, the jade elves lost the support of their faith. Over the past thousands of years, this city has slowly lost its luster."
"The elves themselves are no longer proud of their nobility, so how can they expect humans to look at them with reverence as before?"
His words contained deep self-blame and introspection.
But what's more, I feel deeply helpless.
"The sun rises and sets, the clouds come and go, and the rise and fall of races and civilizations are just a flicker of starlight in the multiverse over millions of years."
"The era of elves has long passed. We should have realized this long ago..."
There was an indescribable desolation in Tyrast's tone.
Matthew looked at the old elf man with interest.
It seems that Fandral and the Silver Council's evaluation of Terrast is quite fair. The strongest among the wood elves still has a very clear judgment on the situation.
But he happens to be an elf supremacist.
The two points are superimposed.
On the contrary, it may make him more painful.
"Then what are you going to do?"
"Are you going to lead by example and rebuild the glory of the elves?"
Matthew asked curiously.
Tyrast relaxed a little. He held a bamboo stick in one hand and put one end of it on the ground:
"Rebuilding glory? Interesting statement, but I have no such ambition."
"Ever since I was born, Jade Cangting has been going downhill. It may have recovered occasionally, but most of the time it has been in despair."
"I have witnessed the decline of elves several times in my life. During this period, too many dirty and dirty things happened. I can't stop it, change it, or even escape..."
"If I weren't an elf and didn't come from a jade family that once had glory, I might have a greater disgust for my own race."
"I know very well that I can't change all this. All I can do is to be alone."
"Take care of yourself - this is an idiom, which comes from the motto left by Shenfeng..."
See the elf old man for a detailed explanation.
Matthew quickly stopped and said:
"Although your expression is a bit strange, I can understand what you mean."
"I know a thing or two about Sioux culture."
There was a look of deep surprise on Terraste's face.
Return to normal immediately:
"You are the first Irondo human I have ever met who understands Sioux culture."
Matthew joked:
"Is it possible that you don't leave Jade Cangting often?"
The old man actually thought about it seriously, and then confirmed what Matthew said:
"What you said makes sense."
"It's true that I haven't traveled far for many years. Our perception of time is biased. Many times we may only feel that a short while has passed, but earth-shaking changes have already taken place outside the woods."
Matthew felt that the old man could still communicate, so he asked what he was interested in:
"Have you seen the divine phoenix?"
Terraste shook his head:
"No."
"But my father has seen it. He was one of the doctors responsible for treating the wounds of Shenfeng, so he received many gifts from Shenfeng."
"It is said that the Jade Cangting was the shining star in the south at that time, and all races on this continent would come here regularly to worship us."
"We represent nature, advancement and civilization."
"But all this changed after I was born. Too many people began to fall after their glory, especially those sons of bitches in the Presbyterian Church..."
Matthew had noticed it long ago.
When Tyrast spoke Common Tongue, he always had the elf's unique upper-class accent, and even when he cursed, the euphemism of the syllables was not that unpleasant, and he was seriously lacking in aggression.
"It seems that this old man is indeed a representative of traditional elves, old-fashioned and elegant. Unfortunately, this type of elves does not seem to be the mainstream in Jade Cangting. As he said, the rate of decline of a group after losing their faith is very fast.
Fast……"
Matthew thought secretly in his heart.
"So is faith really that important to you?"
he asks.
Terraste replied matter-of-factly:
"Of course it's important."
"If you don't have faith in your heart, immortality is meaningless."
Matthew asked:
"Is this what Shenfeng said?"
Terraste shook his head:
"This is my own understanding. Do you think it is correct?"
Matthew spread his hands:
"I'm not qualified to express an opinion."
"Besides, don't you think it's offensive to discuss such a topic with a short-lived species?"
Tyrast was slightly startled:
"can you?"
Seeing the old elf's serious thinking expression, Matthew smiled silently:
"I'm just kidding."
The expression on Terraste's face changed from confusion to displeasure.
There was also a hint of harshness in his tone:
"Why can you humans even joke about this topic?"
Matthew shrugged:
"First of all, I cannot represent all mankind. I can only represent myself. Just because I love to joke does not mean that humans love to joke."
"Secondly, do you choose between offending others and being laughed at?"
Terraste said seriously:
"I'd rather offend people."
"At least I can apologize after I offended you."
"But once the seriousness of the topic is deconstructed and profaned, the meaning of the discussion will be lost."
Matthew secretly thought that this old man was really a philosopher.
He was a little overwhelmed.
"It's hard to imagine that you were a member of the Bamboo Stick Party back then."
Matthew began to change the subject.
As expected, Tyrast was fooled, and a look of emotion appeared on the old elf's face:
"yes."
"Who would have thought that the once glorious Elf Kingdom would need a rebellious boy from back then to step forward and make some efforts."
"If you think about it from my perspective, I am a member of the Presbyterian Church. It is difficult for me to accept this. No wonder those sons of bitches are so resistant to me..."
I got in touch now.
Matthew felt that Terraste was a pretty good elf, so he said sincerely:
"You didn't stand up and make a difference, you can be said to have turned the tide for this country."
He knows it very well.
Without Terraste, the actions of the Council of Elders and the warlock Lance would be the last straw for the Jade Celestial Court.
However, Terraste himself does not seem optimistic:
"Are you going to turn the tide? You overestimate me."
"My presence may make things worse."
"Because of me, many elves have unrealistic fantasies. They think that I have power comparable to the guardians of the four directions, which is enough to give Jade Cangting a greater say. It's hard for me to imagine what those people have in their heads.
What scares me is that such people actually account for the majority among the elves..."
Matthew almost couldn't hold back his laughter.
This old elf man is too honest, even saying this to himself.
But Matthew could understand the sadness and fear the other person felt.
The stronger.
The more clearly you can see the abyss ahead.
The weaker the person is, the more he will cry out due to ignorance.
In theory, the weak should follow the strong.
But in actual situations.
Many strong people will be trapped by their own group and destiny.
Terraste is a typical example.
He was too sober, so sober that he became a different kind among the elves.
However, he is stubborn about the glory of the elves and is unwilling to cut off decisively. Even though he is quite dazzling in strength, he may be buried with other stupid elves one day...
What if Jade Cangting is destroyed in his hands?
Maybe he will have to bear the humiliating reputation.
Matthew only took it in for a little while, and then he felt a little overwhelmed.
"It's really not easy for you."
he said sincerely.
Terraste nodded slightly:
"This is my mission. It's not easy to say, but I really don't have the ability to see through the fog of fate."
"I came here today to inform you that after tomorrow I will go to the Garden of Fallen Leaves, and I may not be able to make it back for a while."
The Garden of Fallen Leaves?
Matthew narrowed his eyes:
"Are you going to slay the dragon?"
"Can you get close to the old capital?"
The old elf man said calmly:
"Others can't, but I can."
"I plan to implement a new policy in the Jade Cangting, but that policy may face unprecedented resistance. I need more prestige to achieve my goal, otherwise it will only resurrect the group of people in the Elder's House."
Matthew understood.
What is the fastest way to gain reputation as a wood elf?
That is to kill the green dragon Fatina who has been harassing Jade Cangting for a long time!
Due to the influence of the old royal capital.
The troops of the wood elves did not dare to approach the green dragon's lair, but Terrast's strength was obviously an exception.
The green dragon Fatina is in trouble!
"While I'm away, I will ask Terrani to cooperate with you, but her prestige is not enough and she may not be able to suppress the soldiers loyal to the Elders' House."
Terraste said solemnly:
"I just hope you can show mercy."
After all, he is a level 28 strong man, and people are talking about this, so what else can Matthew do?
"I try my best."
He gave his assurance.
Terraste tapped his chest gently with the end of the bamboo stick, as if to thank Matthew.
Matthew simply sells more favors:
"When your Excellency goes to the green dragon's lair, be careful of a dracolich. She is entrenched in the old capital. She should be transformed from the ancient green dragon."
"Besides her, there are two weird guys, a man and a woman,
The man's name is Linden, and he is a human being who has some relationship with the elves; the woman's name is Daisy, and she looks like an ordinary person, but there must be something wrong with her."
Terraste was silent for a while after hearing this.
He solemnly said "thank you".
Then he turned and left.
It wasn't until the figure of the old elf man completely disappeared from Matthew's sight that he suddenly noticed that the bamboo stick was stuck diagonally on the ground.
Matthew leaned over and pulled up the bamboo stick.
A rich spiritual energy poured into the palm of his hand, and the life energy contained in the bamboo stick was so powerful that it was shocking!
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"Tip: You have obtained the spiritual weapon "Punishing Bamboo Stick" (enchantment +2)!
Punishment Bamboo Stick (+2): This is a slender bamboo stick that can be used as a status symbol for the Bamboo Stick Party.
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Accuracy: When you hold a bamboo stick, you gain an extra +1 to hit; -
Punishment (Talaste): When you carry the bamboo stick on your back, the bamboo stick will always maintain the special effects of a spiritual weapon. When you are attacked by the enemy or encounter injustice, this bamboo stick will
The stick will take the initiative to attack depending on the situation.
As a spiritual weapon, the bamboo stick has extremely strong blunt strike skills and power.
It is equivalent to being wielded by Tyrast himself.
Number of activations remaining: 3"
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"What an awkward and old-fashioned old man."
"Even bribes are so unreasonable!"
Matthew stroked the surface of the bamboo stick happily:
"It would be beneficial to tell them earlier. Even if the people who come to cause trouble are given good food and drink, it will be fine. Just find them a cage and lock them up. Maybe we can replace them with a few sticks like this..."
obviously.
Tyrast knows elves very well.
But I really don’t know much about mages.
"If we give you enough money, our bodies can become very soft..."
Matthew put the bamboo stick behind his back, shook his head and continued to study.
The only problem is.
He seems to have more and more things to carry on his back now.
…
After a few days of field exploration.
Matthew has a comprehensive understanding of the traces of the dead in Jade Cangting.
However, the research results are not optimistic.
Beside Gray Lake.
Matthew gently stroked the ultra-pure soul crystal in his hand——
This also comes from the ash creatures emerging from the Ash Lake.
The good news is that the quality of this kind of soul crystal is equivalent to 100 ordinary soul crystals.
The bad news is.
This means that the amount of life energy deposited in the gray lake is terrifying.
Who knows how many life elements these elves gave to the Mark of the Dead!
Matthew put away the soul crystal and frowned:
"The extensions on both sides of Gray Lake can be copied from Rolling Stone's "Umbrella Project", and "Umbrella Version 2.0" can be used!"
"That is to say, using the combination of scorched earth of death + mushroom garden + oak forest, and maintaining a balanced contract ritual field, it can effectively alleviate the erosion of the Mark of the Dead, and over time, it can even reversely swallow the body of the Mark of the Dead."
"But the problem in Gray Lake is too serious!"
The life energy deposited here is too huge, which means that the power of ashes here has also accumulated to an unimaginable level.
Negative energy can indeed resist the power of ash.
But the premise is that the two must be of the same magnitude.
To contain the power of ashes in the Ash Lake, Matthew has to move a small part of the negative energy plane over!
The method of blocking the surrounding area is no longer feasible!
"We have to change our thinking."
Matthew was thinking solemnly.
In the next few days, he stayed at the hotel in Jade Cangting, and went to the Trace of the Dead whenever he had time.
Gradually.
New ideas gradually took shape in his mind.
During this period.
Tyrani, daughter of Terraste, always followed Matthew at a distance or near.
With Tyrani's help.
At least Matthew was not disturbed by idlers. Although the two parties did not exchange a few words in total, they got along quite harmoniously.
But this day.
Ma Xiu headed to Gray Lake to observe the situation and pick up some soul crystals by the way.
Tyrani suddenly appeared in front of him:
"You can't go today."
Matthew was stunned for a moment:
"Why not?"
Tyrani explained:
"Today is boiling day."
"Boiling day?"
Matthew didn't know why.
Tyrani nodded:
"The 7th, 17th, and 27th of every month are the boiling days of Ash Lake. During these three days, the Mark of the Dead will become extremely active. Not only will the ash creatures inside become stronger and more powerful,
Due to its aggressiveness, various strange phenomena will occur in the Gray Lake itself, and even those who have lost their minds dare not approach the Trace of the Dead on the Boiling Day."
Matthew wondered:
“What causes Boiling Days?”
"Was it there from the beginning?"
Tyrani shook her head:
"I have no idea."
"But ever since I can remember, the Boiling Day has existed. At its worst, the ash creatures in the Ash Lake will even swarm up the city walls!"
"In order to prevent a catastrophe, the Wind Chasers will strengthen the patrol and defense of the city wall every Boiling Day. This day is also a training day for the militia."
Matthew thought for a while:
"Then I should stand further away?"
"Want to watch from the city wall or from the sky?"
Tyrani hesitated:
"On the city wall, I will come with you, otherwise the soldiers guarding the city will not let you go up."
The two came to the city wall and met Biana here.
With the help of Tyrani.
A group of three people climbed up the south city wall.
At this time, the phoenix flowers on both sides of the road have bloomed a lot. Walking among the flowers is like walking through a sea of fire, giving people an ethereal feeling.
Under the strange looks of all the elven soldiers.
Matthew looked up.
Terrifying dark clouds hovered over the gray lake in the distance. Under the dark clouds, tornadoes were forming at a speed visible to the naked eye.
These tornadoes rolled irregularly in all directions.
Fortunately, the surrounding greenery is very high.
Most tornadoes disappear under the stubborn resistance of the forest.
Matthew's eyes passed through the gray-brown wind, and then he saw the boiling gray lake!
Look at it from this angle.
The gray lake is like a huge iron pot, with a large number of sparks rolling out.
The content in the iron pot looked like a paste mixed with molten iron and soil.
The paste rolled violently.
Huge fiery red bubbles emerged from it, making crackling sounds.
Dark clouds, tornadoes, and a lake of ashes boiling with lava and molten iron. The scene in front of us is so inconsistent with the beautiful surrounding scenery.
It gives people a sense of world-destroying depression.
At this time, there are no living creatures near the Mark of the Dead, and even the stupidest animals have foreseen the danger.
Several ash creatures climbed out of the lake and were attacking the city gate.
The elves know this very well.
After a battle.
Those ashes creatures were all wiped out.
"Wait, what is that?"
Matthew suddenly asked, pointing to a huge elliptical sphere rolling in the gray lake.
His face was full of surprise.
That sphere gave Matthew a very unusual feeling. It contained immeasurable power of life!
He speculated that the reason why Ash Lake had such abundant ash power was that the sphere definitely played a major role!
However, there was no sound around him.
Matthew couldn't help but look at Terrani. It was the first time he saw this Windseeker general disguised as a man looking so unnatural.
The latter tilted his head sideways with a rather troubled expression.
In the end, it was Beanna who came to the rescue for her:
"That's the egg left by the divine phoenix."
"What?"
Matthew asked in disbelief:
"Why did you throw the eggs of the divine phoenix into the lake?"
Beanna smiled helplessly.
Tyrani said dullly:
"The people from the Presbyterian Church did it. They listened to the magician's slander and thought that doing so could neutralize the evil nature of the Mark of the Dead, so... by the time we arrived, it was already too late."
She couldn't speak anymore, her face flushed with shame.
Matthew was silent.
"Have they never considered that the eggs of the Divine Phoenix have other values?"
he asks.
Tyrani shook her head:
"The eggs left by the divine phoenix have been kept in the hands of the elves for thousands of years. Except that the shell is extremely strong, we can't get any useful information."
"The people in the Presbyterian Church probably also intend to kill a horse and become a living horse doctor..."
Matthew rubbed his temples vigorously.
He said why did Terraste give him something!?
And as soon as he arrived, the other party left the city to slay the dragon.
This old man is obviously very guilty!
"I quit!"
"You'd better hire another Gao Ming."
Matthew kept shaking his head.
It's impossible to do this job, these elves are too perverted!
He will only continue to make things difficult for his own people.
It’s still a hell of a nightmare difficulty!
No wonder the old elf feels he can't turn the tide.
Who knows how many times they have done similar things!
"do not!"
Tyrani grabbed Matthew who was about to leave the city wall:
"We have locked up all the people from the Presbyterian Church. According to the alliance, we have also divided the area near the Scar of the Dead."
"You can do whatever you want next!"
"As long as you can solve the problem of the Mark of the Dead, you can become a great hero of the elves!"
Matthew couldn't help but rolled his eyes:
"What is the use of the great hero of the elves?"
"Can you please be a little more practical?"
Tyrani's expression was a little embarrassed.
However, she still pulled Matthew aside and whispered:
"What do you want practical?"
Her handsome face was full of uneasiness.
Matthew just wants to get away now.
Unless he can get more manpower and support from the alliance, he really doesn't want to continue to get involved.
So he said casually:
"Do you have any relics from the ancient goddess of beauty?"
"Nevermind!"
But the next second.
Tyrani actually answered honestly:
"some."
"How many do you want?"
ah?
Matthew thought to himself, is this okay?
The elf is worthy of being a wealthy ancestor, and his family background is indeed extraordinary.
So he followed the trend and said:
"Take me to see it first."
Tyrani looked at Matthew suspiciously:
"Do you have any solution for the Mark of the Dead, especially the Gray Lake?"
Matthew affirmed:
"Of course."
"In fact, my new plan has been sent to the Alliance for approval. I guess the owl that replies is on the way."
Tyrani's expression softened:
"Then let me take you there."
"I can lend it to you for a look first, but don't... try not to touch it, okay?"
There was a hint of pleading in her voice.
Matthew nodded:
"I will try my best."
Ten minutes later.
In the basement of an exquisite stone palace surrounded by a ring of giant trees.
Matthew looked at the various utensils and works of art around him in surprise.
"This was once the palace of the ancient goddess of beauty, so there are many relics left behind."
"It's a pity that Sen'er stole it once, and there are only a dozen items left that can be truly considered to have artistic value..."
Tyrani introduced regretfully.
A dozen pieces?
It’s enough for A Bing to be promoted to legend three or five times!
Matthew silently summoned the knife dancer to admire the surrounding artworks.
As soon as A Bing appeared.
As expected, I was immersed in the relics of the ancient beauty god.
The data column is displayed.
He is conducting his own legendary journey, which is to appreciate the relics of the God of Beauty.
This process may last longer or shorter.
But as long as it is completed successfully.
Ah Bing is expected to become a legend!
Tyrani glanced at A Bing strangely, but didn't ask any more questions.
after awhile.
She couldn't help but ask:
"How do you plan to solve Gray Lake?"
"Can you tell me the truth?"
Matthew said casually:
"I plan to find someone to make a super invincible and powerful magic bomb."