"Are you just going to wait like this? If your legs still need half a year, how can you let your brother endure it like this?" Rikka frowned and looked at her legs carefully.
It was always in the state of a green rhizome, with no intention of transforming into a human form. Rikka also knew about this, but at first he didn't care about it, only feeling that it was connected to the giant flower bud.
But after several days of waiting, his legs have not changed at all. Not to mention that their strength has greatly increased, even walking has become a problem now.
After recovering her memory, Rikka was naturally eager to return to the real world and to Boom. She had no time to cultivate in the realm of nothingness, nor did she have the energy to remain so decadent.
The pressure of the beast emerged instantly, and finally became real, gathering between the legs. But apart from the appearance of an extra green leaf, there was no substantial change.
The petal magic pattern on his forehead burst out with a burst of fluorescence, and the space-based white light that he had absorbed earlier shot towards his legs. But a moment later, Rikka's face fell.
Rikka is not a magician, nor is she a fighting spirit professional. Her way of solving problems is very simple, either by killing her or asking Boom for help.
But apart from direct attacks, Rikka can only think of these two methods. But now there is no feedback from either of them, which is the biggest reason for Rikka's depression.
"Brother, Rikka is not very smart. What should I do now? Rikka is confused."
Rikka muttered as she kept grabbing the green roots attached to her legs with her hands. But no matter what, as long as a piece of them was torn off by Rikka, they would instantly return to their original state.
Three days later, Rikka had a sad face. Although she wanted to move a step, in reality, Rikka had not made any progress at all.
Rikka's face gradually relaxed, and finally she looked neither sad nor happy, with a sense of clarity and detachment. Her hands turned into short blades, and a ray of light reflected all the light.
He slowly raised his arms and finally reached the commanding heights. Those memories that "didn't belong" to him resurfaced and stirred in his mind again.
Wails came one after another, and the flames of war spread to the Hall of Valor. A dozen ancient beasts floated in the air, filling the world with blade-like pressure.
All the races prostrated themselves on the ground, all the dragons gathered their wings, all the elves sat around the World Tree, and all the beasts roared, welcoming the arrival of the new king in their own special ways.
I don’t know when, petals appeared out of thin air, orchids bloomed in the sky, and everything fell into deathly silence. Among the colorful fallen flowers, a figure loomed, with long dark purple hair, transformed into short-bladed hands.
The twelve monsters roared together, but they could only blow away the petals, but they could not stop the other party from moving forward. The thin body, the white island in the star pupil, and the childlike face that was always smiling.
"No! These are not the things I want! Rikka only needs her brother, and she just wants to return to her previous life!"
"Where is this place? Who the hell are you? Rikka is never afraid of fighting, let alone death!"
Rikka raised her mental state to the extreme, and saw the magic patterns on the two short blades flowing rapidly, and the pressure of a beast that destroyed the world appeared out of thin air.
"Why do you think we are a threat? Are you hungry? Do you want me to give you some food?" Night Frog Wanda Wise asked innocently.
"Little... little sister, congratulations, you are about to advance to the pinnacle, the fourteenth Lord of Warcraft." Lilith the Clam Spirit continued a little shyly.
"Is the eldest sister also a World of Warcraft? My name is Nellielu, the antelope knight Nellielu. If you have time, eldest sister, come to the Thorny Desert to play!" The antelope knight Nellielu shouted with curiosity.<
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"I didn't expect that the newly advanced Lord of Warcraft is actually a woman. My name is Hela, and I welcome you to come to the Demon Sea as a guest in the future." The sister of the worldly python Jörmungandr echoed with a smile.
This is a special way of communication for the Lord of Warcraft. Although it consumes a lot of money, it is also a symbol of status. But Rikka's face became colder and colder, and in the end he waved his hand, directly interrupting the conversation of these guys.<
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"Is there something wrong with you? I'm not interested in getting to know you, and I don't have time to chat with you."
"So what about the twelve monsters? Stop bothering me. Believe it or not, I will pluck your heads off?"
"Rikka is not the Lord of Warcraft, not now and not in the future. Don't disturb my life, get out!"
Rikka finally uttered the word "Go", and then the beast's pressure disappeared out of thin air. Thirteen shadows disappeared, and there was no more sound in the void space.
"A very interesting little guy, and she seems to be in the frozen continent." The frost giant Ymir thought so, and slowly closed his eyes.
"It has nothing to do with me, and the whole world has nothing to do with me. As long as she doesn't step into my domain, whatever." The mermaid Scylla spat out a string of blisters and fell into a deep sleep.
"Another little girl, I don't know what she will be like in the future, poor companion." Shark Harribel sighed and waved her hand to destroy the herd in front of her.
However, Rikka's expression became increasingly ugly at this time. Although she did not want to admit it, she seemed to be closely connected with those monsters.
There was a flash of cold light, and the two short blades fell rapidly. The green roots flew and fell apart, and the blood stained the ground red, soaking the originally delicate petals.
With a single swipe, Rikka cut off both legs. Those green roots quickly disappeared, and finally turned into specks of light.
Rikka groaned in pain, her face instantly turned pale, and her body was trembling. She cut off her legs. It is estimated that very few people would practice this kind of thing.
"Huh? The newly advanced little guy seems to have responded, but I didn't expect him to give up on becoming the Lord of Warcraft." Siren murmured very differently.
"Every existence has its own choice, and every existence has its own destiny." The giant whale Leviathan let out a cry, and then dived completely into the deep sea.
"Huh! It's just useless trash. It seems that we have overthought it. The other party is just a common man!" The worldly python Jörmungandr transformed into a human form, with an extremely ugly face.
Rikka cut off her legs, which also means that she has given up the opportunity to fully evolve. Compared with the existence of the "Lord of Warcraft", Rikka is more concerned about the identity of "Sister Boom".
The blood continued to spurt out, and Rikka slowly crawled away. There was always a smile on her face, as if she would return to the world and return to Boom in the next second.
Compared to the severe pain at this moment, Rikka preferred this straightforward approach. Even her own legs could prevent her from reuniting with Boom.
The blood turned into magic patterns, the magic patterns turned into petals, and the petals guided the direction. The hands transformed into short blades repeated the movements, one was deeply inserted into the ground, and the other was raised high.
Time passed slowly, and Rikka's life force quickly dissipated, but when she was dying, she finally saw a splendor. The familiar fire flickered constantly, and Boom fell asleep in the wonderful house. Everything seemed to have not changed.
Rikka gritted her teeth, trying not to lose her energy, and crawled towards the light little by little. Two blood marks were printed on the ground, one end connected to the cross section of her legs, and the other end could not be seen to the end. p>