Boface patted her head in distress: "But even if I answer you like this...you won't understand if you haven't seen it."
She thought hard for a while, and reluctantly stretched out her hand to gesture: "That's it...
"Generally speaking, there will be many dispersing machines of this height on the ground. Water will be pumped from the underground river, injected into the dispersing machine after energy injection... and then turn on the dispersing machine when night comes.
"The water infused with mantra energy will emit different colors and beautiful lights after being activated."
Boface said with a little nostalgia: "But you will definitely not see it..."
"Why do you say that?"
"Because none of your blood can respond to spells."
Boface glanced at the two people and the cat behind citalopram, and replied casually: "If you say it's because of the pale girl... neither of them. I think the spell energy technology has finally been terminated."
"... So, what exactly is mantra energy?"
Citalopram couldn't help asking.
"Curse energy..."
Boface murmured.
She couldn't help showing a thin wry smile: "It seems that if I don't tell you, you won't be able to let go.
"Since I want to say it, I have to make it clear to you. Mantra energy... can never be used again.
"Mantra energy is the technology we rely on to survive in the desert. You can understand it as the ability to pump clear springs from the desert... under limited conditions, the ability to get what you want.
"That's 'incomplete creative power.'
"But your teacher should have taught you, the iron rule of this world, right?"
"… almost."
Citalopram nodded.
Annan did tell her.
Although the original words are not this, but the specific meaning is similar.
Boface took a deep breath, and murmured in a low voice: "Curse energy... is the blood of the world.
"The contact between this world and the dream world is not a gentle fusion. At the point where the two worlds overlap, the world will become extremely fragile... That is the flaw of the world itself.
"That is, the unskinned flesh of the world's wounds."
Boface sighed: "The Curse Vault is a hollow wedge. It is nailed into this flesh and blood, pumping out the blood of the world. The world around the Curse Vault will gradually become barren, and the people near the Curse Vault will also be barren. Occasionally disappearing... That is when the world collapses and falls into the dream world. If the body enters the dream world, it is basically impossible to return.
"In addition to the destruction of the world itself by the curse cellar, those who drink the blood of the world will be cursed by the world. Or, what they drink is the curse of the world.
"People who have used the curse will live seven times longer, but their youth will not be prolonged; they are destined to be haunted by nightmares, even if they are not dead, they will carry nightmares... Many curses, each different. And waking up from a nightmare After that, new spells are added, tortured until death...even death cannot end.
"Once you use the mantra energy once, you will never be able to get rid of this thirst. But when we were in the desert, there was no room for hypocrisy. Mantra energy is the poisonous blood that keeps our civilization going... knowing that if you take it, you will die sooner or later , But if you don't accept it, you will die of thirst.
"When we arrived at Yaslan, which is rich in resources, some insightful people called on everyone to use spell energy sparingly.
"But the vast majority of elves are unwilling to give up the convenient spell energy because compared with the convenience of spell energy, its side effects can be said to be insignificant. And when a civilization uses spell energy together, its side effects are further shared. As for the hundreds of years of a world full of holes...that is a future that has nothing to do with us."
"... Could mantras be addictive?"
Citalopram asked subconsciously.
She could vaguely see the shadows of the Sunwell and Quel'Thalas...
"No, the spell energy itself is not addictive, but this convenience itself is a terrible dependence. The convenience of the spell energy is even enough to make people forget the pain of death... Therefore, the elves born after the third era, Death is not considered a terrible thing.
"For them, mantra energy is not for survival, but for enjoyment."
But Boface's answer was even more terrifying.
"Because of the mystery of this power and its increasing rarity... the people of Yaselan have instead focused on this power. In some legends sung by the bards, there are traces of spell power.
"In your legends, mantra has many magical aliases. Such as 'water of immortality', 'fountain of youth', 'Holy Grail', 'water of the river of Styx', etc.
"In the end, under the persuasion of many prophets, the emperor forcibly controlled the situation. In the case of complete opposition from the Council of Elders, he forcibly reached a compromise with the Council of Elders not to completely stop the use of spell energy, but to concentrate the important population in the capital , Only use the spell energy in the capital. At the same time, it is forbidden to use the spell energy in front of the centaurs and Yaseran.
“…but then, we launched a rebellion.
"It's not a rebellion of rebellion, but a rebellion of self-destruction... For example, the city I live in is an extreme city of spell worship. Before the curse vault was finally demolished as planned, people individually destroyed their houses, destroyed There are traces of life...Using the last power of the curse cellar, weaving an eternal public nightmare and stagnating time.
"It was a never-ending month, an incomparably beautiful 'nightmare'... not to record important knowledge and inheritance, but to escape into it and enjoy a life that is no different from before."
Miss Boface's emotions gradually became aroused, and then faded away.
She was silent for a long time before she lowered her head and said in a very low voice, "Sorry, I lied before."
"this is not your fault."
Citalopram persuaded gently and in a low voice.
Boface took a deep breath and calmed down.
Then she continued: "Mom wanted to take me to the capital. But I ran away halfway because I didn't want to use the spell anymore. This is obviously wrong... Mom taught me this way since I was a child.
"But she herself wants to move to the capital to live..."
When she said this, she choked up.
Citalopram persuaded again: "It's not your fault."
"I just want to... live a normal life. But no one supports me... The best I can do is go back to my hometown and die with everyone... Preserving this time, this meaningless 'knowledge' as a specimen.
"...but I couldn't do anything right. When I got back, I was late and didn't make it to the ceremony...and when I wanted to leave, I couldn't run."
Boface smiled wryly: "I'm here alone. I didn't have any great mission, nor did I do any great things. I just wandered in place, not knowing where I should go, and I didn't do anything well in the end...
"I lied, citalopram. I'm not good at all, I don't have any partners, and I don't have any special abilities. I... can't do anything well."
She murmured, "I'm just an indecisive half-assed..."
Boface looked at citalopram pleadingly, her voice was as thin as a ghost.
"...you, will you come back to me?"