The new life is dying, and the cycle is endless—
— "Observation of Zhu Yuan", Qianhai, Volume 1
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The long-term memory is a vast wilderness. The memories of childhood are trekking and traveling. When crossing the edge of the'shallow sea', the background of the azure mountain where the storm ceases is still deeply etched in the memory. On the boundary between water and wind, the two planes overlap each other strangely in the horizon.
That is the deepest impression about childhood.
But all the distant scenery no longer exists. After a long journey, travel, and travel, I finally came to this world—
It was an unfamiliar beginning, passed down from generation to generation, like memories flowing in the blood, nurturing magic and forming a sacred forest. In the distant dark ages, gentle magic attracted creatures in the dark. Frost demon, crying demon, undead, in order to protect this forest, it fought with them.
In this way, the continuous battle seemed to have passed for many years.
Until one day, it saw the ball of light flying in front of itself.
"Hello, my name is Luo Luo, you are so beautiful here, can I live here?"
"No," it replied solemnly.
"Why?" Xiao Budian's eyes widened, his blue eyes widened, full of curiosity. It seemed that it was a very strange thing for her not to live in this forest.
"Because you, like them, will spy on the magic of holiness."
"No, no, I just think it's cooler here."
"cool?"
"Well, besides, you can't fight them alone. You always need a companion. I'll help you."
It seems that after that, it has a companion. The word companion, pronounced in the language of elements, is far more verbose than human vocabulary, but it has a far-reaching meaning.
"Malocha, let's build a lake so that they can't make it through."
"lake?"
"Yeah, the lake. Haven't you seen it, it's like a shallow sea-of course, it's not as magnificent as the hometown, but it's still a beautiful scenery."
Thinking of hometown, it nodded.
"Malocha, is the lake beautiful?"
"It's not like a shallow sea." It replied earnestly after considering it for a while.
"Then let's make it bigger. It's too big to be marginal," she said enthusiastically, "Yes, after I die, please bury me under the biggest tree of fog so that I can You can go back to your hometown."
"die?"
It squinted slightly, and there seemed to be information about this part hidden in the distant blood. It's about the creatures of the elements, a sentence imprinted on the soul seems to flash in its memory, "Rebirth and death, the endless cycle of elements—"
"Yeah," the little fairy replied with squinted eyes: "Rebirth and death, the elements circulate endlessly. Without death, there would be no rebirth."
It stared at the dark night sky, and the meteor was fleeting. Above the prosperous starry sky, it symbolized the death of another hero in the struggling civilized world. The mortal war started 137 years, it will last three hundred years, and will end twelve years after that, as the prophecy said.
Buried in the soil in the middle of the forest, glowing buds bloomed the following year, and then it slowly began to bear fruit. Two new lives were born from the fruit.
That is the continuation of Lolo's life, they are called Mia and Tess.
Fairies are always born with names, which is really a strange thing.
Then the fairies became more and more, and the forest became lively and prosperous day by day. But every night after that, it looked at the luxuriant starry sky and always remembered the sentence:
"Malocha, let's build a lake so that they can't make it through."
On the shore of the gleaming silver lake, the frost monsters in the dark really did not dare to cross the lake anymore—
The war in the human world finally ended, one hundred and thirty years ago. Malocha looked up at the night sky, a meteor flashed by, and St. Osor, the last hero of the civilized world, finally finished the last journey of her life.
The world suddenly became unfamiliar.
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The core of magic power is the source of life of demonic creatures. But for a creature like the Crystal Stag that is in harmony with magic, it is just the core of its power. The magic creature that loses the core of magic will immediately be reduced to ashes, but for Malocha, it is at best that its power fades. It's only in the youth.
Brando soon saw the existence of the crystal prism, which was embedded in Malocha's spine. Brando couldn't help narrowing his eyes slightly when he saw it.
The magic core of the healthy crystal stag, the crystal should contain the blue of the sea, just like their hometown, the shallow sea, which is the most beautiful place in the world of water elements. But what he saw was a crystal that was as dark as ink.
The magic erosion is so severe.
Brando couldn't help holding his breath lightly.
The world of Vaughan is built on an ocean of magic, but most of the power that mortals come into contact with comes from the magic of darkness. But Martha set the law of Tiamat and restrained these wild and dark forces with the power of rules-making them gentle and peaceful.
This is the gift of the mother.
But some people do not accept this gift.
The astrologer follows the path of the gods, like a sage in the darkness. Like the goddess they worshipped, the goddess of the abyss, Elaine, they turned the magic of darkness into a mirror, seeking to see through the fog of the future at the cost of blindness. Darkness erodes their minds and bodies, but they remain firm.
The witches went a step further than the astrologers, and the sages of the twelve witches vowed to conquer the power of darkness—their descendants, although they would follow this vow. But madness, coldness, perversion and moodiness accompany them throughout their lives-for this reason, coupled with the identity of the followers of the dark dragon, they are spurned by the entire continent.
There are also those who walk in the shadows, cultists, admirers of demons, lunatics and murderers. They worship the magic of darkness, and don't hesitate to make sacrifices to please those dark evil beings. These limpers on the dark side of civilization, but no one denies their existence.
Dark magic is like a poisonous potion, and its harm to anyone is irreversible. With a mentality as if seeing the answer to the mystery, Brando gently stretched his hand toward the magic core.
A sensation of electric shock passed over him.
"Human, stop—"
A gentle voice that was completely different from the previous manic and angry voice sounded in Brando's mind.
"Guardian of the Sacred Seal Forest, you know what I'm doing—" Brando stopped slightly, and then he replied softly, "Do you see what this forest looks like?"
"You drive out the magic of darkness, and it doesn't help." The voice did not answer him directly, but replied like this: "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, and the dark magic will erode it. Everything, including your fairy companions—"
The voice fell silent.
After a while, it sounded again: "No, the forest will never wither. What you said will not happen, human beings, you have never seen the shallow sea, and you will not understand how great nature is—"
"Shallow sea?"
Malocha paused, it was bruised and bruised, and its body was dying. There was a trace of exhaustion in the blood-red eyes, but a fiery flame burned: "Human, I know what you want, crystallized blood, you can take it. But please leave this forest, this forest does not belong to any People, it belongs only to history, belongs to the fairies who have witnessed all this in the past—"
Brando didn't understand it, but he glanced at the little crystal blood on the ground, and then at Nimesis not far away. The female knight looked at the little goblin in her hand, and the little goblin was crying in 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 in the forest, rustling, and brittle branches broke and fell.
The forest is dying.
Malocha's body ignited a raging black flame, and the crystal stag lay there quietly, as if reminiscing. Brando saw its gaze, over his shoulder, looking at the prosperous and magnificent night sky of Vaughan's world.
There are many constellations there, and many epics that belong to mortals are written.
"Why do you take the initiative to extract the magic power of the entire forest, is it because the Sacred Seal Valley is eroded by the magic of darkness?"
"It's almost as you guessed, human," the voice gradually weakened, "The forest is agitated, not just here. Dark magic is pouring out from under the whole world, and the magic moon has become brighter than ever. Now, human—"
Brando didn't speak, he knew that Malocha was talking about the Great Demon Tide.
"So you take the initiative to introduce dark magic into your body, so that they will not invade the entire forest."
"But wouldn't you do it in vain? After all, you will be turned into its puppet by the magic of darkness. And as the last guardian of this forest dies, it itself will wither and wither, just like what you see today. Same." Brando replied slowly, thinking about all the clues about the task in his mind.
But his words were interrupted.
"That's because you haven't seen the shallow sea, humans," Malocha replied quietly, "The beautiful and magnificent sea on the boundary between wind and water. The tides on the sea go up and down and cycle endlessly. Just like our lives—"
"Your life?"
"The new life is dying, the cycle is endless—"
"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 dies, and the new elemental life is born on its corpse. From generation to generation, these ancient knowledge are passed on in this way.
This is like a poem from ancient times, it always echoes in the bloodline called inheritance, quietly, and majestic.
"The old order is gone, and many memories are taken away. New life will be reborn under the withered ashes. The magic of darkness will burn out with me. At that moment, the pure magic will re-fill the land, It nourishes the roots and whiskers of every tree of mist, rejuvenating the power of life."
Brando stood there, motionless. For a while, he felt that his mind about the task had also faded a lot. He asked: "This is your choice?"
Malocha didn't answer.
The voice just muttered to himself: "I should have left long ago. When I saw the shooting star across the night sky, I knew that this era no longer belonged to me."
"It's so long."
"But the lake still doesn't look like a shallow sea at all."
"It's just really beautiful—"
Brando dropped his eyelids slightly.
He feels a little bit. But more are doubts. Why does the system set up such a scene? Are there any hidden tasks 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 his eyes, the dark magic power seemed to break free on it, but it was firmly locked in the core of the magic power.
At that moment, Brando seemed to feel the last image from the guardian of the Sacred Seal Forest:
The vast sea is endless. On the canine-toothed cliff bank, sea waves slapped against the rocks. Far in the sky, the sacred mountain where the storm has ceased is like a pale blue ink painting.
The clouds floated above the sky.
He saw the traveling young deer, together with its race, across the coast and through the wasteland, like a long journey, no one knows where they will end.
A long time flashed in Brando's mind, as if he had seen many in the blink of an eye for a thousand years. I saw the fairy named Luo Luo.
"I have seen my hometown."
"It's beautiful, just like when I left. It has never changed, waiting for me to go back."
…
Brando blinked vigorously, his eyes a little dry.
When he opened his eyes, Malocha's body was emitting a hot white light, becoming transparent and light. The magic power floating on it seems to have experienced a new life. In the dazzling flash like a new star, the black magic power is drawn by the force beyond the realm of life and death, and an invisible law descends from the sky.
At that moment, he and Nimesis raised their heads together, and their hearts trembled in the same way, feeling the power from Martha.
Gentle, yet insightful.
All languages and sounds seem to have lost their color.
The elves raised their heads and watched this scene. They were surprised to feel that the forest was shattering, but a cordial force was emerging.
Brando saw the little goblin in Nimesis's hand running towards the body of the Crystal Stag with tears on her face. She cried and closed her mouth, but she couldn't hear the slightest sound.
Between heaven and earth, only law and power are left.
Brando saw the golden magic blooming from Malocha's corpse. It poured into the ground, spreading in all directions like a spider web along the path in the forest. Then he saw a faint layer of smoke rising from the body of the crystal stag that had been turned into ashes, and it formed the appearance of Malocha before his death—the majestic and beautiful creature raised its head and looked at the night sky.
Then this layer of smoke also began to fade away.
But at that moment Brando suddenly realized something. He raised his head and shouted at the smoky soul: "Maluocha, wait! Your magic core will not be completely reduced to ashes, part of it will be inherited to the new element!"
Crystal Hart obviously also realized something.
It shook slightly and looked back at Brando. Since the body had begun to disintegrate, Brando couldn't even see its look, but he read out the last message it wanted to express from Malocha's eyes—
Help it.
The core of magic power has been completely contaminated, even if only part of it is inherited to the newborn Crystal Stag, it will be assimilated. The newly born elemental life will only become a completely bloodthirsty monster.
And this forest will subsequently become a wilderness buried only with gloom and terror.
The task turned out to be here.
Brando suddenly realized. But he didn't have any relaxed mind at the moment. He watched Malocha's figure turn into nothingness. It looked at him anxiously, but he could do nothing.
Do not.
and many more.
There is another way. Brando suddenly raised his head, he looked at the crystal stag, his mind was full of the picture he had seen before. The vast sea is endless. On the canine-toothed cliff shore, sea waves are beating against the rocks—this is the shallow sea, the source of endless elemental life.
"I can help you, Malocha."
He suddenly said loudly: "Are you willing to accept it?"
A blank card appeared in Brando's hand, and Marlow looked at the card and seemed to understand something. Its life is long and long, and bits and pieces of knowledge have been accumulated in the heart since a certain era.
"Are you willing!" Brando roared.
The golden magic is filling the entire forest, but the black flame is rekindling from the center of the golden light. There is only one last chance left for one person and one deer.
"What are you going to do, human." That was the meaning in Malocha's gaze.
"Take the dark magic as the source to seal you and it together. I use the law of destiny cards to extract it from the core of the magic, maybe it will succeed!"
"How sure are you?"
"I have no idea-"
Malocha nodded slightly, and a layer of smoke was only the part below its neck. The whole body has disappeared, but the four hooves still stand proudly on the ground.
Brando took out the destiny card and showed it to Malocha's soul: "Charles, help me calculate how much wealth is needed to seal the card this time!"
"My lord, can you calculate this kind of simple question by yourself?" Shire's voice was a little confused from the other side of the heart. He yawned, obviously not knowing what was going on here.
"Stop talking nonsense, tell me quickly—" Brando scolded through gritted teeth.
Shire played Ji Ling, and then he reacted: "Ah, sir, please unlock part of the seal permission to me, let me see what kind of card you want to seal—"
Brando immediately followed his words.
"Crystal Stag," Charles said for a moment: "This thing is much stronger than the little princess of the day. Although its soul has agreed that it can greatly reduce the cost of the seal, it still needs to consume nearly a thousand wealth."
"Ah, wait-what is this?" Charles's voice was a little impatient: "Dark magic? Lord, you have to take it out of it-this is the law of chaos, and in terms of authority, it is not inferior to the authority of the traveling mage. . Are you sure you want to do this? I don’t understand..."
"You don't need to understand!" Brando was going crazy, and Malocha's head was already looming: "You just need to tell me how much you need!"
"There is too much dark magic..."
"It's very rare!" Brando didn't yell after a word. Most of the dark magic has been purified by Malocha and turned into the power of order.
"Okay, okay-I see, a total of 2720 wealth is needed."
"so much!?"
"I said..." Charles replied. But Brando immediately interrupted his words roughly: "Enough, tell me if my wealth is enough now."
"... Reluctantly, but sir, don't you plan to save some? Didn't you say that there might be some better materials in the stained frost forest, right now this place is still in the forest of Allathir?" Shire was a little curious. Asked, he didn't understand if his lord was in trouble.
But Brando has no time to pay attention to him.
He pressed his thumb and index finger on the card, and shouted at Malocha's soul: "Seal!"
But the expected situation did not occur, completely different from the scene that happened the last time Metis was sealed. The destiny card just floated quietly in the air, motionless.
"What's the matter?" Brando's right hand holding a card stiffened slightly.
"My lord... the soul of the subject you are going to seal is too weak. The magic of darkness is not enough to make up for the flaws in this part of the rules... and some wealth is needed to create a virtual law." Charles' voice suddenly shouted anxiously. .
"How much do you need?" Brando asked gritted his teeth, he was about to miss his last chance.
"Not enough..."
Brando felt cold, but at this time, Charles suddenly screamed: "Ah... New power has been poured in. What's the matter?"
The young wizard attendant obviously didn't understand what was going on, and Brando didn't understand either, because he only saw a flash of silver on the blank card, and then it exploded like a flash bomb.
A white, dazzling light spread from all directions.
Brando narrowed his eyes slightly and waited for the light to dissipate before he saw a card dangling from mid-air.
'Being in the dark, but with a heart toward the light, it is a song forever—'
That card fell in his hand:
Reincarnation Singing
Ever Song VIII
Light 4/Dark 4
【Spell】
Pay 40 mana (knight) to summon the White Deer Malocha (level of the Knight of França-10) into the battlefield. When White Deer leaves the field, choose two cards from the graveyard and shuffle them into its holder's library.
Maintain, White Deer Malocha will be maintained until the reset moment the next day.
'The new life is dying, and the life is endless—'
Brando looked at the white deer portrayed on the card, and the fairy on its back, a little startled for a while. At that moment, he understood what had happened before.
He raised his head and saw the golden magic enveloped the entire forest, and the dead trees of mist were collapsing in patches. But the new shoots grew out of the ashes and quickly gave birth to a dense small tree.
A young crystal stag lay in the middle of the bushes with half-closed eyes.
The forest seemed to guard it.
With a soft buzz, Brando saw a light green panel jump out of him:
'Task: Enlightenment elements, completion, perfect completion. '
'Task: Song of the shallow sea, completed, excellent completion -'