Chapter Three Hundred and Twenty The People of Orser
"The original holy bones..."
Citalopram murmured.
Although she knew nothing about the power of the holy bones, it did not affect her understanding of the concept.
She knew that the "dying" of the Third Age refers to the modern Golden Stage.
In other words, the "Holy Skeleton" is a guarantee that requires gold level to be qualified. It is basically equivalent to the godhead, the highest level of extraordinary power. It is even limited to a few copies around the world. It is extremely rare and cannot be mass-produced.
Nonrenewable.
——And Porphys’s mother was actually able to obtain a copy of the holy bones?
It is even the oldest, and should theoretically be the most powerful "justice" corpse!
Even if it cannot be awakened, just counting its collection value... this is probably one of the most valuable treasures in the world.
"...Is your mother a big shot?"
Citalopram asked cautiously.
Could it be that Pophis is still the eldest lady of the elf clan?
Seeing that Citalopram looked nervous, Porfis couldn't help but burst into laughter.
When she smiled, she politely covered her mouth with the sleeve of her right arm, vaguely showing a noble temperament.
"It depends on how you look at it~"
The corners of Porphys' lips raised.
She floated around Citalopram, her white gauze skirt swinging in the air like a fish's tail, and lightly patted Citalopram's face.
If Porphys was still alive, I would probably be able to smell her fragrance...
But because both of them were in a soul state, Citalopram could only feel a very slight touch. It was like the hot smoke from an aromatherapy candle hitting his face.
So Citalopram reached out without hesitation, grabbed Pofisi's skirt, and tried to pull it towards him.
"Oh-"
Porfis let out a lovely wailing sound, quickly stretched out her hand to hold down the hem of her skirt, and begged for mercy: "Don't do this, Miss Citalopran!"
"There's no one else here..."
"The seniors are still watching!"
Porphyry continued to scream.
Only then did Citalopram realize that those Wangzi QQ Candies were looking at this place...
She couldn't help but clicked her tongue and gently let go of Pofisi.
...Why are you so shy despite wearing such colorful clothes?
So she licked her lips again.
Intimidated by the gaze of Citalopram's carnivore, Porfis trembled in the air and floated back two steps. It wasn't until she was three feet away from Citalopram that she finally blushed and sorted herself out.
He checked his clothes which were a little messy due to struggling.
"Mom... cough, mother," Porphys whispered, "she is the commander of the Storm Legion."
"Storm Legion?"
Citalopram asked curiously.
Porphys hummed and explained in a low voice: "That is an aerial force composed entirely of wind dancers and griffins. The griffons may have perished... It is the darling of the wind, and its sharp claws can easily tear apart
The atmosphere and wings can whip up hurricanes, and even when flying above the clouds, they can penetrate thunder and hurricanes to lock onto enemies on the ground.
"And we wind dancers are a profession that can walk, run, and jump in the atmosphere, and we can also swim dexterously in the air like a fish... I am a wind dancer.
"Of course... Wind Dancer can't fly as high as a gryphon. But at least it's still very easy to fly dozens of meters above the ground."
Speaking of this, Pofisi's crisp tone was filled with pride that could not be concealed: "It would be great if I were still alive, I could let you hug me."
"……Um?"
"No, it's not!"
Porphys quickly realized that there was something wrong with her words, and immediately blushed: "I mean - I can let you hug me and experience how light my body is!"
"How light is it?" Citalopram asked in pursuit.
"The more powerful the wind dancer, the lighter the weight will be - I only weigh less than 20 pounds!"
"...Hey, that's really light!"
Citalopram was really surprised, and even a little envious: "Then will you gain weight? Turn into... a light ball?"
Her first reaction was actually...if the body was so light, wouldn't it mean that it wouldn't sag?
But considering that there were still male players watching the live broadcast, in order to protect his ladylike image, Citalopram did not ask this question directly.
To be honest, I'm a little envious...
"No way!"
Pofisi reacted very strongly: "I also control my figure well——"
"Does that mean you'll still get fat?"
"...it will happen."
Porphys turned her head slightly and murmured in a low voice: "And the male wind dancers will deliberately gain weight... because even if the weapons are reduced in weight, they will still have some weight.
"In order to balance the weight of the weapon, it is necessary to increase the muscles of the whole body. On this basis, additional metal boots must be worn."
"It's not easy..."
Citalopram sighed: "Is your mother a gold-level person? Ah, no... I mean, a dyed-level person?"
"I can understand the golden level..."
Pofisi nodded and said helplessly: "We also use curses to carry objects. But at that time, we had to be more detailed at the extraordinary level.
"The road to sublimation is just like the process of alchemy...corruption, calcination, condensation, purification, dissolution, dyeing, and sublimation. It's hard to understand, right? This is actually a metaphor for the process of refining copper into gold. The first two of them are
In the first stage, bronze is used as the carrier, the middle two are silver, dissolution and dyeing are gold... and sublimation is the state after obtaining the Book of Truth.
"And my mother is not a dyer, and strictly speaking, she cannot be considered a gold...because she has obtained her own book of truth."
"……Huh?"
Hearing this, Citalopram was startled.
Obtained the Book of Truth in the Third Age... Could it be that Porphys's mother has become a god?
"...Can I ask which book it is?"
"It doesn't hurt to tell you."
Porphys sighed and said with some melancholy: "My mother did not enter this ceremony back then... because she was not here but in the royal capital. If my mother had not died now, she should have become a god...
"But if she really became a god, but never came to me... I would rather..."
When she said this, her expression became a little gloomy.
"Hey, come to think of it," Citalopram heard this and remembered the situation at Delicious Wind Goose, so he interrupted the previous topic: "Do you know the road to depravity?"
"……of course I know."
Pofisi nodded slightly and became serious: "But you'd better not touch it.
"The devil... was finally exterminated by us."
"'You'? Or 'we'?"
"It's us'."
Pofisi was a little surprised: "Isn't it taught in your history books?
"We Osers...during the Second Age, we fled to the desert because the land we lived in was occupied by demons.