Rebirth and death, the cycle is endless... "Zhuyuan Observation Notes", Qianhai, Volume 1... The long-term memory is a vast wilderness, and the memory of childhood is trekking and traveling. When passing through the edge of the "Shallow Sea",
The azure background of the mountain where the storm has ceased is still deeply etched in my memory. At the boundary between water and wind, the two planes are strangely superimposed on the horizon.
That is the most profound impression about childhood
But all the distant scenery no longer exists. After a long journey, traveling, and traveling again, I finally came to this world——
It was a strange beginning. The tribesmen passed it down from generation to generation, as if the memory flowing in the blood nourished the magic power and formed a sacred forest. In the distant dark age, the gentle magic power attracted the frost demon, a creature in the darkness.
, weeping demon, undead, in order to protect this forest, it fights with them
In this way, the continuous battle seems to have passed for many years
Until one day, it saw the ball of light flying in front of it
"Hello, my name is Luoluo. Your place is really beautiful. Can I stay here?"
"No" it replied seriously
"Why?" Little Budian's eyes widened, his blue eyes widened, full of curiosity, 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 here."
"cool?"
"Well, besides, you can't fight them alone. You need companions, right? I'll help you."
It seems that after that, it has a companion. The word companion is pronounced in the language of elements. It is far more lengthy than human vocabulary, but it has a far-reaching meaning.
"Marocha, let's build a lake so they can't get through."
"lake?"
"Well, haven't you seen Lake Ai? It's like a shallow sea - of course, it's not as spectacular as my hometown, but it's still a beautiful scenery."
Thinking of his hometown, he nodded
"Marocha, isn't the lake beautiful?"
"It's not like Qianhai." It thought about it for a while and replied seriously.
"Then let's make it bigger, so big that it has no edges," she said enthusiastically: "By the way, after I die, please bury me under the biggest fog tree, so that I can
Back to my hometown”
"die?"
It narrowed its eyes slightly, and there seemed to be information about this part hidden in the distant blood. It was a creature about elements. A sentence imprinted on the soul seemed to flash in its memory: "Rebirth and death, the elements cycle endlessly——"
'
"Yeah," the little goblin also squinted his eyes and replied: "The elements of rebirth and death are in an endless cycle. Without death, there would be no rebirth."
It stares at the dark night sky. The meteors are fleeting. Above this prosperous starry sky, it symbolizes the death of another hero in the civilized world of disputes outside. The mortal war has begun for one hundred and thirty-seven years and will continue.
Three hundred years, ending twelve years after that, the prophecy said so
Buried in the soil in the middle of the forest, glowing buds bloomed the next year, and then it slowly bore fruit. From the fruit, two new lives were born.
That is the continuation of Luoluo's life, they are called Mia and Tisi
Goblins are always born with names. This is a strange thing.
Then there were more and more goblins, and the forest became more lively and prosperous day by day. But every night after that, when it looked at the lush starry sky, it always remembered those words:
"Marocha, let's build a lake so they can't get through."
On the edge of the silvery lakeside, the frost demons in the darkness really didn’t dare to cross the lake again——
The war in the human world has finally ended. One hundred and thirty years ago, Marocha looked up at a meteor flashing across the night sky. The last hero of the civilized world, St. Osol, finally completed her last journey in life.
The world suddenly became strange
…
The magic core is the source of life for demonized creatures. But for creatures like the Crystal Stag that live in harmony with magic, it is just the core of its power. Demonized creatures that lose the magic core will immediately turn into ashes, but
For Marocha, the best he can do is lose his strength to his youth.
Brando soon saw the crystal prism-like existence, which was embedded in Marocha's spine. When Brando saw it, he couldn't help but narrowed his eyes slightly.
The magic core of a healthy crystal stag should contain the same blue color as the sea inside the crystal, just like their hometown of Qianhai, which is the most beautiful place in the world of water elements. But what he saw was a crystal as black as ink.
The erosion of magic power is so serious
Brando couldn't help but hold his breath slightly
The world of Warnd is built on the back of magic. Most of the power that mortals come into contact with comes from dark magic. But Martha has set the laws of tiamat and uses the power of rules to restrain these wild and dark forces—
-Make them docile and peaceful
This is mother's gift
But there are also people who do not accept this gift
The astrologers pursue the path of the people of the gods, as if walking on thorns in the darkness. The sages are like the gods they worship, Elaine, the goddess of the abyss. They turn the magic of darkness into mirrors, and they do not hesitate to explore at the cost of blindness.
Seeing through the fog and darkness of the future erodes their bodies and minds, but they remain firm as before
Witches go one step further than astrologers. The sages of the Twelve Witches swore to conquer the power of darkness. Although their descendants strictly abide by this oath, they are crazy, cold, eccentric and moody throughout their lives. For this reason,
As followers of the Dark Dragon, they are despised by the entire continent
There are also those who walk in the shadows, cultists, devil worshipers, lunatics and murderers. They worship the magic of darkness and do not hesitate to sacrifice to please those dark evil beings, these limping people on the dark side of civilization.
But no one denies their existence
Dark magic is like a powerful poison, and its damage to anyone is irreversible. Brando gently stretched his hand towards the magic core with a mentality as if he had seen the answer to the riddle.
A feeling of electric shock passed through his body
"Human, oval——"
A gentle voice that was completely different from the previous manic and furious voice sounded in Brando's mind.
"Guardian of the Seal Forest, you know what I'm doing -" Brando's hand movements stopped slightly, and then he replied softly: "Have you seen what this forest looks like?"
"It won't help if you drive the dark magic out." The voice did not answer him directly, but replied: "On the contrary, you will regret your actions."
"I need to know the reason" Brando asked: "If you don't give up this magic core, you will be assimilated into a monster by the dark magic. This forest has begun to wither. The dark magic will erode everything, including
Your fellow goblins—"
The voice fell silent
After a while, it sounded again: "No, the forest will never wither and everything you said will not happen. Human beings, if you have never seen the shallow sea, you will not understand how great nature is -"
"Asami?"
Marocha stepped back, it was covered in bruises, its body was already dying, and its blood-red eyes revealed a hint of exhaustion but burning with blazing flames: "Human, I know what you want, you can take the crystallized blood, but please leave this place.
A forest, this forest does not belong to anyone, it only belongs to history, to the fairies who have witnessed everything in the past——"
Brando didn't understand what it said, but he glanced at the dots of crystal blood on the ground, and then glanced at the female knight Nimesis not far away and looked at the little goblin in her hand. The little goblin was crying.
a mess
"Thank you for your generosity, Guardian," Brando replied: "But what I am curious about is your choice."
There seemed to be a breeze blowing and rustling in the forest, and the brittle branches broke and fell.
The forest is dying
Marocha's body ignited with raging black flames, and the crystal stag lay there quietly, as if recalling something. Brando saw it looking over his shoulder, looking at the prosperous and magnificent night sky of Warnd's world.
There are many constellations there, composing many epics belonging to mortals
"Why did you take the initiative to extract the magic power from the entire forest? Is it because the Holy Seal Valley has been eroded by dark magic power?"
"It's almost as you guessed, human beings," the voice that gradually weakened replied: "The forest is agitated, not only the dark magic here is pouring out from under the whole world, the magic moon has become brighter than before,
Humanity--"
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 would not infect the entire forest."
"But wouldn't it be in vain for you to do this? In the end, you will be turned into its puppet by the magic of darkness and die as the last guardian of this forest. It itself will wither and wither, just like what you see today."
Brando replied slowly, thinking about all the clues about the mission in his mind.
But his words were interrupted
"That's because you have never seen the shallow sea, human beings," Marocha replied quietly: "On the boundary between wind and water, the tides of the beautiful and spectacular sea surface rise and fall, and the cycle is like
Our lives are the same—"
"Your life?"
"Rebirth and death, the cycle never ends——"
"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 died, and new elemental creatures were born on its corpse from generation to generation, thus passing on the ancient knowledge.
This is like a poem from ancient times. It always echoes in the bloodline called inheritance. It is silent and majestic.
"The old order has left, taking away many memories. The new life will be reborn under the withered ashes. The dark magic will burn with me. At that moment, the pure magic will fill the land again, nourishing it.
The roots of every mist tree make the power of life become more powerful again."
Brando stood there, motionless for a while. He felt that his thoughts about the task had faded a lot. He asked: "Is this your choice?"
Marocha didn't answer
The voice just murmured to himself: "I should have left long ago. When I saw the meteor streaking across the night sky, I knew that this era no longer belonged to me."
“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 lowered his eyelids slightly
He had some feelings, but he was more confused about why the system set up such a scene? Is there a hidden mission 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 closing its eyes. The dark magic seemed to be breaking free from it, but it was firmly locked in the core of the magic.
At that moment, Brando seemed to feel the last image from the guardian of the Seal Forest:
The vast sea, the endless jagged cliffs, the waves beating against the rocks far away in the horizon, the holy mountain where the storm has subsided is like a light blue ink painting
clouds floating in the sky
He saw the young deer traveling with its herd across the coast and through the wilderness. It seemed like a long journey. No one knew where they would end.
A long time flashed through Brando's mind, like a thousand years. He saw many things and saw the fairy named Luoluo.
"I see my hometown"
"It's beautiful, just like when I left, it has never changed and is waiting for me to go back."
…
Brando closed his eyes hard, and the corners of his eyes were a little dry.
When he opened his eyes, Marocha's body was emitting blazing white light and became transparent, becoming more agile. The magic power floating on his body seemed to have experienced a new life. In the dazzling flash like a new star, the black magic power was absorbed.
Pulled by the power beyond the realm of life and death, an invisible law descended from the sky
At that moment, he and Nymesis raised their heads together, their hearts trembling in the same way, feeling the power from Martha.
Gentle, yet insightful
All language and sounds seem to have lost their color
The fairies raised their heads and looked at this scene. They were surprised to feel that the forest was breaking up, but a kind of friendly force was breaking out of the cocoon.
Brando saw the little goblin in Nimesis's hand running toward the body of the crystal stag with tears on her face. She was crying and opening and closing her mouth, but she couldn't hear any sound.
Between heaven and earth, only law and power remain
Brando saw golden magic blooming from Marocha's body, pouring into the ground, spreading in all directions like a spider web along the paths in the forest. Then he saw a layer of faint smoke coming from the crystal that had turned to ashes.
Rising from the stag, it formed the nirvana of Marocha's life - that majestic and beautiful creature looking up into the night sky
Then this layer of smoke began to dissipate lightly.
But at that moment Brando suddenly realized something. He raised his head and shouted loudly to the soul in the smoke state: "Marocha, wait! Your magic core will not be completely reduced to ashes, part of it will be inherited to the new life.
Elements!"
Crystal Stag obviously realized something
It shook slightly and turned back to look at Brando. Because its body had begun to disintegrate, Brando couldn't even see its expression clearly, but he read the last message it wanted to express from Marocha's eyes.
——
help it
The magic core has been completely contaminated. Even if only part of it is inherited to the new crystal stag, it will assimilate its newly born elemental life and become a completely bloodthirsty monster.
And this forest will turn into a wilderness filled with only gloom and terror.
The mission turns out to be here
Brando suddenly realized in his heart, but he was not at all relaxed at the moment. He watched Marocha's figure disappear into nothingness little by little. It looked at him anxiously, but there was nothing he could do.
etc.
There is another way. Brando suddenly raised his head. He looked at the crystal stag, and his mind was filled with the picture of the vast sea he had seen before, the endless jagged cliffs, and the waves lapping at the rocks - this is the shallow sea.
, the endless source of elemental life
"I can help you, Marocha"
He suddenly said loudly: "Are you willing to accept it?"
A blank card has appeared in Brando's hand. Marlo looked at the card and seemed to understand something about its long life, and bits and pieces of knowledge began to accumulate in his heart from a certain era.
"Are you willing?" Brando roared.
Golden magic is filling the entire forest, but black flames are also rekindled from the center of the golden light. One person and one deer are all left with only the last chance.
"What are you going to do, human?" This is the meaning in Marocha's eyes
"Using dark magic as the source, I will seal you with it and I will use the rules of the destiny card to extract it from the magic core. Maybe I can succeed!"
"How sure are you?"
"I have no idea--"
Marocha nodded slightly, and a layer of dense smoke left only the part below its neck. The entire body had disappeared, but its four hooves still stood proudly on the ground.
Brando took out the destiny card and showed it to Marocha's soul: "Char help me calculate how much wealth is needed to seal the card this time!"
"Sir, can you calculate this simple question yourself?" Ciel's somewhat confused voice came from the other end of his mind. He yawned, obviously not knowing what was going on here.
"Stop talking nonsense and tell me quickly -" Brando gritted his teeth and reprimanded
Ciel trembled, and then he reacted: "Sir Ai, please quickly unlock part of the seal permissions to me, and let me see what kind of cards you want to seal--"
Brando immediately followed his words
"Crystal Stag," Charles was slightly startled: "This thing is much stronger than the little princess back then. Although its soul has recognized that it can greatly reduce the cost of the seal, it still requires nearly a thousand wealth."
"Ai wait - what is this?" Ciel's voice was a little impatient: "Dark magic? Lord, you have to take it out from here - this is the law of chaos. In terms of authority, it is no less than the authority of the planeswalker.
Are you sure you want to do this? I don’t understand..."
"You don't need to understand!" Brando was going crazy, and Marocha's head was already looming: "You just need to tell me how much I need!"
"There is too much dark magic..."
"This is very little!" Brando yelled out without saying a word. Most of the dark magic has been purified by Marocha and turned into the power of order.
"Okay, okay - I understand, a total of 2720 wealth is needed"
"so much?"
"I said..." Charles replied, but his words were immediately interrupted rudely by Brando: "That's enough, tell me if my wealth is enough now."
"...Reluctantly, sir, don't you plan to save some? Didn't you say that you might encounter some better materials in the Ranshuang Forest? This place is still within the Anlaser Forest, right?" Charles was a little curious.
asked. He didn't know if his lord had encountered any trouble.
But Brando has no time to pay attention to him.
He pressed his thumb and index finger on the card and shouted to Marocha's soul: "Seal"
But the expected situation did not occur. It was completely different from what happened when Medissa was sealed last time. The fate card floated quietly in the air, motionless.
"What's going on?" Brando's right hand holding the card froze slightly.
"Lord... the soul of the person you want to seal is too weak, and the magic power of darkness is not enough to make up for the shortcomings of this part of the rules... some wealth is needed to create a virtual law." Ciel's voice suddenly shouted anxiously
"How much more do you need?" Brando asked through gritted teeth. He was about to miss his last chance.
"It's not enough..."
Brando felt cold in his heart, but at this moment, Charles suddenly screamed: "Ah...what's going on with the infusion of new power?"
The young wizard attendant obviously didn't understand what was going on, and Brando didn't understand either, because he only saw a sudden flash of silver light on the blank card, and then it suddenly exploded like a flash bomb.
A blinding white light spreads from all directions
Brando squinted his eyes slightly and waited until the light gradually dissipated before he saw a card falling from mid-air.
'Being in darkness but having a heart for light, this is an eternal song——'
The card fell into his hand:
Song of Reincarnation
Yonggeviii
Light 4/Dark 4
【Spell】
Pay 40 mana (Knight) to summon the White Deer Malocha (level: Flan Knight Level -10) into the field. When the White Deer leaves the field, select two cards from the graveyard and shuffle them into the owner's card library.
Maintain, White Deer Malocha will be maintained until the reset time on the next day
'New life and death, endless life and death——'
Brando looked at the white deer depicted on the card and the goblin on its back. He was a little dazed for a moment. At that moment, he understood what had happened before.
He raised his head and saw golden magic shrouding the entire forest. The dead fog trees were collapsing in pieces, but new branches and buds grew out of the ashes, quickly giving birth to a dense sapling.
A young crystal stag lies among these trees with half-closed eyes.
The forest seems to protect it
There was a soft buzzing sound, and Brando saw a light green panel pop out in front of him:
‘Task: Elements of Civilization, Completed, Perfect Completion’
‘Mission: Song of the Asahi, completed, excellent completion...
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