Chapter 310 The Inheritance of the Wind Shaman, Creating a "Hero"

Chapter 310 310. The inheritance of the Wind Shaman, creating a “hero”

A group of monsters from the "Nausicaa of the Wind" were brought into the border city that was under construction. There were all kinds of monsters, and there were even two dragons, one hot and one cold.

The breath between them is pulling, the cold air and hot air collide, and a tornado-like storm will erupt anytime and anywhere - the relationship between these two dragons does not seem to be very good.

However, they still maintained a good level of restraint and did not directly fight without seriously speaking.

This actually made Jamie feel relieved. If these two monsters with unknown magic levels were to fight on the spot, he would have no choice but to call for support.

Beren walked in front holding the harp that never left his body, and introduced Jamie: "They are both descendants of Typhoon, but their relationship is not good."

"If they want to live here, you have to make sure they are in a nest of hot and cold air, otherwise there will be a violent explosion."

"I have written down all their habits. As long as you take good care of them, you can produce a steady stream of wind magic ore.

I will never let you suffer. "

"Uh... By the way, there's this."

The bard in green cloak took something out of his pocket.

It is a very simple thing, a wooden disc inserted on a wooden stick, and a blue-purple stone tied with a rope to the edge of the disc.

At first glance, it looks like a toy for children. For Jamie, who is used to seeing all kinds of sophisticated magic instruments, this place is really a bit crude.

"Well, this should be the only magic instrument left in that world." Beren said with emotion: "Although it was once favored by the savior, fairy tales always have an ending."

He handed the instrument to Jamie, "You will know if you try to turn it."

"Is that so?"

Jamie took it and turned it carefully.

"Huh~~~"

Gentle wind emerged on the edge of the stone, and then like a whirlpool, the pure power of the wind element surrounded the entire magic instrument and turned into a small phoenix scroll.

At this moment, he felt that his connection with the wind elements had become very close. Those wind elements were like friends and well-behaved children, who could be manipulated at his will.

He does not have any strong talent for magic, and he has never learned wind magic at all, but he can feel the wind element so easily.

"What a magical instrument. Is it the inheritance of the shaman?" Jamie asked: "It is said that the shaman can be favored by all the elements. This is the case with the earth spirit shaman we trade with."

"She doesn't even have much knowledge. She can just rely on the friendship and favor of the elements to set off storms anytime and anywhere."

Beren nodded and shook his head: "According to our understanding, this should be the inheritance of the shaman, but is the shaman really the darling of the elements?

The elements both favored them and restricted them.

Young mage, if you had the choice, would you become a shaman? "

These words are indeed quite interesting. Jamie thought of his omnipotent teacher, and it seemed that he had also said something like this - under the care and favor of the elements, shamans are indeed extremely powerful and can even destroy people. Heaven destroys earth.

But what if the elements no longer favor and favor them?

Thinking of this, his movements paused for a moment, and the rotating small stone fell down feebly, and the breeze surrounding him completely dissipated at this moment.

"No." He replied, feeling more certain at the same time. This is the power associated with the shaman.

Once you don't believe it, or have some hesitation about it, its favor and friendship will also leave you.

But there is no denying the power of this thing.

The inheritance of the Wind Shaman.

If there really was a person with a clear mind who could become friends with the wind, wouldn't he be able to do many incredible things with the help of the wind?

"Are you sure you want to give this thing to me?" Jamie asked for the last time: "It is a very powerful shamanic creation."

What answered him was Beren's gentle smile: "I feel the joy of nature in the wind of this city, even the light of the sun is so blessing to you.

This is a situation that doesn’t even exist in the Elf King City.

The wind would be happy if it could find a friend for it.

……Um? "

Belen seemed to feel something.

He handed a blooming Wind Flower to Jamie: "I will deliver them all to you, as long as you can find someone who can use the Wind Wheel, you can communicate with our Breeze Store."

After he finished speaking, he raised his head, and an extremely illusory ring pattern seemed to appear around him, surrounding him from head to toe.

His figure gradually blurred under the sunlight. At first glance, it seemed as if he had melted into the sunlight. There was still a star faintly visible in the sky - you should know that it was broad daylight, and you could actually see stars.

Jamie looked thoughtfully at the rapidly disappearing star.

Then he couldn't help but smile and continued to make arrangements.

Maybe, his powerful teacher has been watching here?

…

Hanjiao Island.

In the divine power-restraining magic circle made using the pattern of the Ring of Radiance, Deimos was wearing tubes all over his body, silently being squeezed out of the divine power of light by Croa.

The divine power of light is a flowing golden white light, warm, but it gives people a sense of superiority. If it were an ordinary person, they would only be in awe of it and would not even dare to approach it.

"The fear of God."

Kloya picked up a ray of holy light and kneaded it like plasticine. It seemed that some tiny pieces of light were squeezed out by his actions.

The holy light became purer.

Deimos watched this scene silently, and always felt that his eyeballs were about to bulge out - that was the holy light of the Father of Light, a god with powerful divine power. Even if Kloya was stronger, he was just a seventh-level wizard.

Whenever he felt that he was shocked by Kloya, the latter would always come up with something more shocking to scare him directly.

"Well, these should be enough."

After kneading for a while, Kloya was satisfied and threw the processed holy light into the sacred magic circle made of pure clay tablets next to him, and then added a touch of clear blue starlight.

The sacred magic circle suddenly shone with brilliance.

As the provider of the detailed magic pattern of the magic circle, Deimos knew what it was. This was the sacred magic circle of "Inspired by God" that the Holy See of Light had kept in its bottom box.

As long as it is illuminated by light, no matter where you are, you can instantly return to the magic circle. It is an extremely powerful means of life-saving. If you want to interrupt this kind of space transmission, you must have a higher divine power than the Father of Light.

But there are not many people with a higher status than the Father of Light.

Of course, this thing also has a very powerful function, which is forced summoning - the violent spatial fluctuations can make people temporarily lose the ability to resist, be captured by the magic pattern of the sacred magic circle, and be brought back to the magic circle.

In theory, no one should be able to replicate this. After all, who can have the authorization of the Father of Light's divine power? Even other gods can't crack it.

But Kloya can use it at will, and there is even a faint suppression of the upper level on the lower level.

Coupled with the magic power of the Ark of Sky Yao, it is easy to do these.

Now Kloya is using this ability, and he has specially taken a bard whose background he doesn't know as a test subject.

He wants to try whether it can work on such a powerful extraordinary person.

If it is feasible, at least in the land outside the Seven Kingdoms, as long as someone encounters a life-threatening incident, they can return directly.

"Change the name... I will call you back urgently."

"Well... I have to find my dwarven friends to buy some high-concentration magic crystals to build a crystal tower."

"My crystal is not pure enough."

He looked at the bard who gradually emerged from the magic circle with a calm expression, his eyes full of the knowledge and curiosity of a wizard.

"Stagnant wind, stagnant life."

"You are like being abandoned by time, and forcibly fixed in the present by the wind of the past."

Beren instantly felt that he was completely seen through, as if every bone, every blood vessel, and every drop of blood in his body were exposed to the bright sunshine, and no shadow could exist.

He could no longer keep calm and bowed his head respectfully: "Powerful wizard, I have no ill will towards you and your forces."

"Really?" Kloya asked in confusion: "What are those wind beasts from the astral world, and why are they handed over to my apprentice?"

"...That was ordered by Teacher Wendy." Beren could only make it clear: "He said that it was a gift for you, a shaman inheritance from the astral world.

It is not just this world that can communicate with the wind of the astral world."

"Wendy."

"I know his name, but I am sure I have never met him."

"Is it my grandfather?"

Although Kloya knew that he was loved by everyone, but this person who had never met him at all... should be related to his grandfather.

The question is, is it really "his" grandfather, or the grandfather of the original owner Kloya?

But Beren shook his head: "It has nothing to do with anyone, but you have met my teacher."

After he said this, he refused to say anything else.

Even though Cloya was staring at him closely, and the blazing light illuminated his death fixed by the wind so that it was almost impossible to hide, he refused to say even a word.

So Cloya did not force Beren anymore. In fact, he already had some ideas in his mind. Time... maybe it is not now but in the future?

He had heard the legend of the Time Dragon from Mia. That special dragon could wander in the cracks of time, leaving different and similar legends in the past, future and present.

The poet Wendy, who left his own legend in countless poems and travel notes, was probably a powerful existence that could appear in different times like the Time Dragon.

Time is so wonderful, but it is not something he can understand now. The magic of time is close to the level of legend, and even ordinary legends are not qualified to learn.

He breathed a sigh of relief.

He took out a bracelet from the storage space next to him and handed it to Beren: "Take this as my gift. I hope you can walk more easily in this world."

Beren looked down at the hand-woven bracelet and took several deep breaths to suppress the surprise in his heart - this, this is the authority of the goddess of the underworld!

Among the many gods, only the god of death cannot be interfered with, because death itself transcends time, and no matter what kind of time, it cannot affect death.

This gift can temporarily free him from the "protection" of the wind and give him the power to let "dead people" like him walk on the earth.

He simply couldn't imagine what kind of price other companions would pay in exchange for knowing the existence of this thing - there was a big difference between being protected by the wind and being able to walk freely.

He sincerely thanked you: "Thank you for your gift... Is there anything I can do to help you?"

"Yes." Croya looked at him, "I want you to help me train some bards who can walk on the continent, who can protect themselves, and who can... steal information."

In fact, he had long wanted to train a group of special personnel specialized in intelligence work, but the implementation of the orphan project did not go smoothly - they were indeed able to obtain some information, but the real high-level information was not available at all.

After all, he was just hanging out in the circle of ordinary people, so he really couldn't get information from high-level people.

So far, the channels for him to get information are from the Warcraft and War Pet Shop and the magic food shop where ladies and ladies often go.

Relying on these shops, as well as some taverns, magic prop shops, and annual competitions that were opened one after another, he did get a lot of information.

If you follow the practices of other forces, you may specially train a group of women to seduce those stupid nobles to achieve your own goals.

This is a very common method. Rob has also advised Croya many times and said that if Croya is not willing, he can continue to work and be responsible for this aspect.

But Croya always felt a little uncomfortable, maybe it was hypocritical, he never agreed to adopt this plan, but planned to choose other methods.

Bard is a good choice.

But here comes the problem again. He has indeed learned a lot of music magic, and he also has a pretty good relationship with the elves. It should be quite easy to train a bard.

But the truth is...it's not as easy as imagined.

To travel across the entire continent requires great strength and power. Even bards have heard that members of Time and Wind can walk at will.

In the future, Croya can do it, but now he can only find a way to cooperate with Shi Yufeng, hoping that his apprentices can see more of the world for him and get some information.

After Beren heard Croya's request, he hesitated for a while before nodding hesitantly: "I personally can agree to your request, but other companions may not, unless you can come up with more..."

"No problem." Croya recalled the Goddess of Hades and Miya who were still happily working in the small plane every day as hard workers making bracelets, and waved his hand: "I can give up to a hundred places, so That should be enough in exchange for your help, right?"

"But these special magic tools need to be recharged in time. I hope we can have a happy cooperation?"

The transaction was inherently relative between the two parties. When Croya needed Feng's perfect training methods and reputation for bards, the other party would also need his bracelets that could make the dead walk on the ground.

Anyway, Keleha has made it clear that he can use these bracelets at will. For this goddess, he can let one go and chase a group of them - he is assured that Croya will not use them to do anything that will embarrass him.

The power that seemed so precious to others was just turning a blind eye to the goddess.

After all, Croya could help him alleviate the precarious river of the underworld. This would help him, and he was even willing to find trouble with the God of Light and the Mother Goddess of Earth for Croya.

For example, those believers increase the attraction of the underworld when they die, and the bishops do not grant permission when they want to perform resurrection spells, so that there are fewer newborns in the diocese of light and earth...

These are all within His authority, and as long as they are stuck, it will cause them great pain - as for making trouble, there are only Him and His followers in the vast underworld, and it cannot be done by relying on relationships.

One hundred places sounded like Belen was hit on the head by a big iron block. He was stunned for a while before swallowing hard and agreed on the spot.

"May our cooperation be like the wind and last until the end of time."

Croya nodded with satisfaction, and then asked Samuel to discuss specific matters with him - he only needed to make a decision and leave the rest of the complicated matters to his subordinates.

If you want to be a hands-off shopkeeper, you have to train your subordinates.

After sending Beren away, he looked at Deimos who was hiding and asked: "I want to steal his authority. Regarding the authority of war, do you think the Church of the God of War will support me?"

"I heard that the God of War is actually the patron god of half-orcs and real orcs. In terms of faith, the breadth of faith should be much higher than that of the Father of Light, right?"

Deimos immediately replied: "The concept of war is indeed very broad. Like me, in fact, what we really control should be the 'War of Light' under the authority of the Father of Light. As long as we are the righteous party considered by the vast majority of people, I The divine power will be enhanced.”

"But what Cersei, the God of War, actually controls is war power that is close to order, and a part of it... the blessing of fate."

Even a war god like him would feel incomprehensible and even a little afraid when mentioning "destiny" - the goddesses of luck and misfortune, but no god dares to provoke them.

"The war of order." Croya thought thoughtfully: "Then he probably doesn't want to see such chaos now, right? If someone suddenly comes out at this time who can stop the unjust war between the Church of Light and the Mother Goddess of the Earth, What will happen to the hero?”

"..."

Demos thought carefully for a while before answering: "The Church of Light and the Earth Mother Church will definitely do their best to kill him, but if he can really do it, he should get help from more than one god."

"The current chaotic situation is a huge trouble for the churches of other gods."

"But how do you want to steal power?"

Hearing his answer, Kloya smiled with satisfaction, but did not answer his question.

"Chaos always gives birth to heroes who shine like meteors, and epics that are enough to be passed down will also be born around heroes. Heroes and bards are simply a natural match."

At this time, he was like a child who found a toy, with a smile as bright as a spring in his eyes-he really remembered something a long time ago.

That was before he crossed over, he would see those websites asking what would happen if someone could let his subordinates eat such and such meals every day?

Now he can finally try it out.

But who should this hero choose?

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