Earth, an indispensable magical element between heaven and earth, is what pieces together the whole world. It is the heaviest aspect of it that carries the reproduction and reproduction of all living things. Compared with those naughty "winds", "
"Tu" always looks mature and solemn, like an old man.
With the emergence of the first intelligent creature, "earth" began to abide by its mission. It either sheltered it from wind and rain, or transformed into a cave or stone house, which at least provided a small space.
As the first human principality built up its city walls, the soil also began to change its shape. The originally soft sand and gravel were squeezed into brick walls, and then they remained standing after being weathered. Ignoring the changes in dynasties, no matter who became the "king",
Or maybe the "King" had his head chopped off by someone.
As the first professional awakens, the earth begins to show its talents. They no longer silently maintain the entire world, no longer standing behind the curtain like the most dispensable supporting role.
As the first magician sacrificed his staff, the soil slowly emitted light yellow fluorescence. They completely gave up their usual good-guy image, transformed into rock spears that pierced the enemy's chest, and condensed into stones the size of millstones to crush the target. With the first low roar of dust, with the first taste of the sweet smell of blood, with the first time the sense of oppression was used in the wrong place, the world suddenly discovered that the character of Tu was not what was legendary.
So impregnable, it turns out that they can also get angry, and once angry, they will shake the earth.
The third old man finally took a step forward silently, his tawny mage robe began to flash with fluorescent light, and his left foot that sunk deeply into the ground crushed countless stones.
The weather in the Miracle Plains changed again. The breeze finally stopped, and the occasional drizzle completely disappeared. A large, endless cloud blocked the sunlight, and it was like a solidified ocean, although it did not pour down.
, bold but frightening all the time.
Pressure is a huge and continuous invisible pressure. It is not as straightforward as a raging flame, nor as cold and biting as a cold current, nor as fierce and violent as a violent wind. It is a despairing sense of oppression that hits the heart directly.
The most fragile and softest thorn hammer.
"In the end, it turned out to be soil. It was just as unexpected as I imagined. Then as long as I can decipher your essence, I can gain something."
Boom murmured while looking at the gray sky. After passing through the three basic magic elements of fire, water, and wind, Boom seemed to understand something now.
"Soil can be like a mottled wall. Although it always looks a little shaky, it provides a shelter that is enough to shelter from wind and rain, allowing countless desperate people to sleep peacefully."
"Soil can be the mud between the roots. Although it is unknown, it is precisely because of their existence that the rice will be harvested and the hungry god will slow down."
"Earth can be the smoke on the battlefield. It is a smell mixed with despair and blood. It is the final form of living beings in this world. Everything will dissipate, and any powerful existence will eventually be nothing more than a handful of loess."
"Soil can be a smelly swamp. They actively make themselves look scorned by the world, but they are just to protect mother nature."
Boom explained the theory of earth magic power that he could understand so far, and then looked at the old man with a smile, and the other man's body also began to show signs of collapse.
Perhaps it was because it was the final test, so after thinking for a moment, Boom slowly opened his mouth. Seeing this, the old man finally put his left foot firmly on the ground and slowly raised his right foot.
It was precisely because of Boom's unnecessary actions that the sense of oppression in the sky became even stronger. Listening to the heartbeat in his chest, Boom looked directly at the opponent without fear.
"I am very familiar with this feeling, because even today, I often fall into it."
"Despair, maybe this is the least favorite thing for many people. But they are like my old friends, accompanying me to grow up and following me to this dreamland."
"So let's end it early. This is my fourth day in the dreamland. I hope I can return to the real world today, no matter whether I can gain any benefits."
"Rikka is my most important relative, Christine is my companion, and the four basic magic elements you represent are just tools in my hands, just concrete manifestations of my strength."
"If you plan to make me bow my head and give in, then I'm sorry. I'm a very stubborn person and I will never do what they want. Are you angry? Then just send me out. I don't know if they will do it in this world.
I’ll be tossing and turning with worry.”
Boom sighed. To be honest, he was very curious about the end of the dream, because this kind of opportunity should not be unusual. But the so-called giving up is a decision to choose one of the two. As for which one to grab, it varies from person to person.
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Many magicians would choose to continue to comprehend in dreams and continue to search for the unknown treasure. Maybe their strength will greatly increase because of this, and it is not impossible to advance directly.
But for Boom, no matter how unwilling he is, he doesn't want Rikka to waste his life force to wake him up again. So Boom gives himself a week, and seven days is the limit of what he can bear, and Rikka's patience has been exhausted.
moment.
A little trick, this is Boom’s favorite little trick that he often uses in dealing with people. If what he is thinking about is too obvious, the end result is often counterproductive. But deliberately showing an indifferent appearance can mostly get what he wants.
, and it works repeatedly.
Therefore, although there were still three and a half days before he planned to leave the dreamland, Boom said that he would leave immediately, and also showed a look of extreme regret.
He was betting that this dream had its own consciousness, and would at least give corresponding feedback according to his words and deeds. Although Boom blurted out his words just now, he still sat cross-legged in the same place, never moving at all.
Sure enough, the last old man, who represented the earth magic power, finally slowly retracted his right foot, and then his body began to dissipate, turning into countless light spots in an instant. Only Boom was left in the Miracle Plain, and the half-humans around him
Tall reeds.
The inaudible noise became clearer and clearer, and the shaking that was originally like an illusion finally caused the entire Miracle Plain to begin to undulate violently. The hills in the distance collapsed into rubble, and the Aogu King City a hundred meters away began to overturn, swallowed by huge cracks.
He swallowed the lion's flag, swallowed up the arcane bazaar and the slums, and finally swallowed up Boom.
However, Boom always smiles, because in Boom's eyes, change in everything is a good thing, and stagnation is even more heart-wrenching. No matter what awaits him ahead is a generous gift, or he is out of the dreamland, Boom will
He feels that it is acceptable, and any result is perfect for him.
Falling again and again, the concept of time became increasingly blurred, and the light above his head had long since disappeared. The faces of Rikka and Christine kept appearing in Boom's mind, but then they were distorted into red flames, blue torrents, and cyan.