On the coast, the seawater has not washed away the giant footprints that emerged from the bottom of the sea. The footprints extend all the way forward, and trees fall down wherever they go, and the dense forest is opened up by it to open up a new road.
Royer estimated the size of the giant creature based on the size of the footprints.
A giant, a colossus, or something special, he had no way of knowing. The wind and rain were still going on. What he saw when he woke up from his coma was this scene. The snow monster had long since disappeared.
The dip that made Meera tremble came back.
Royer held the small jellyfish statue in his hand and pondered for a long time. He took out a magic core - as he was not a magician, he had to rely on props to use the statue.
On the way here with the snow monster, he received a message from Lu Yu, but he didn't know how to reply.
Roye liked that quiet and peaceful territory very much. Even though it was a little remote, given time, Lu Yu would be able to turn it into a desirable place. He never doubted this.
but…
"Lu Yu, I remember you once said to me that as long as you learn to let go, many things will have new answers. I know what you are reminding me...the past, blood, and excessive attachment to this land, as long as you let go..."
"I want to give up too..."
Royer did not shed tears when his body was hammered and bruised all over, and the pain seemed to tear apart even with the slightest exertion.
While walking in Mera and witnessing many human tragedies, Royer did not shed any tears.
He did not shed any tears when he realized that Solon had been controlled by a thief for the past five hundred years, and that the glory of his ancestors had been decorated and covered up from generation to generation.
Looking at the giant footprints extending into the distance, Royer cried.
"As expected, I am cursed...cursed by the bloodline that I gave up no matter what...cursed by the land that raised me!"
"Just think of me as a fool... I want to do what my ancestors did. Maybe I will never be as great a person as them, but at least... I can't let them be shamed!"
"My friend, close the door... The Yeti has released the Drained Spirit, and it is back... again after five hundred and seventy-two years."
Royer picked up the knife with a solemn expression, and was extremely nervous to follow the giant creature's footprints, but a sudden appearance made him a little dazed - the wet Xialem stood quietly under the tree, his eyes Squinting slightly, as if sleeping but not sleeping.
"You always seem to have a way of finding me... This time I clearly left you behind."
"I'm a magician. The powerful Mr. Snow Monster doesn't seem to care about the little tricks I left on you. He even left some marks specifically to help me find you quickly."
Royer pinched Xialem's face, causing her slightly narrowed eyes to open in pain.
"Do you know what happened?"
"I saw some not-so-wonderful things on the road, I guess..."
"He told me that the impregnated spirit is both a poison and an antidote, which can force the tribes of Mela to unite again and eliminate disputes... I was shaken for a while... What do you think?"
Xialem showed a rare serious expression and said with a frown.
"Poison can be an antidote only if it doesn't kill people. Does Meira really have the ability to stop the contamination now?"
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When Roye's message arrived at Chenxi, it was unexpected that Lu Yu and others' scalps were numb.
The people gathered in Lulu's room to discuss were a little overwhelmed by this sudden change. What they built the Dawn Territory to avoid was the shuffling of the magic tide, and the strange life that might be born in the magic tide. Although these are full of unknowns, The degree of danger is still within a conjecture and acceptable range.
The impregnated spirit... this thing can push the entire Mera flat - at least that was the case five hundred and seventy-two years ago.
"Xu Yu, next time you read some books about treasure hunting. This prophecy seems reliable and will be more helpful to the Dawn Leader."
The mist demon turned into a fox for a moment, imitating her gesture of turning the book and mumbling.
She rolled her eyes at the mist demon for a moment. Little did she know that if she learned about history on a whim, history would come alive and attack her.
"What a coincidence. The magic is very unstable at the beginning of the magic wave. Even if we turn on all the magic circles, there is still a risk of them suddenly shutting down." Sera paced irritably.
Lulu added: "Even if it is opened, it must be completely unable to retreat and stay away from the boundary of the magic circle. The immersed mental pollution magic shield will not have the slightest effect."
"Is there no magic that protects the spirit from intrusion so far?" Lu Yu was curious. Since there is such a product as a soul contract, there should be a way to protect the spirit.
Lulu explained helplessly: "The knowledge of spiritual magic has always been monopolized by schools of thought, and research expansion has been very slow. So far, the only mature product is the soul contract. Moreover, this product is not the product of those school mages. The result is one of the few complete knowledge structures left by Sayer Lukamiya.”
Lu Yu also recalled that Lulu's spiritual magic also came from Sayer's manual.
Not only that, Lulu lost the ability to communicate in the refining explosion, and the Sayer scroll she kept played a crucial role.
Sayer himself is very proficient in spiritual magic. In this regard, he not only crushed his era, but also continued his crushing to this day. The magicians of the spiritual magic school are still just following Sayer and groping for those skills. He was played badly by him, but no complete inheritance of knowledge was left behind.
Lulu and Sera both criticized the negative consequences of the school's closed-mindedness and conservatism, but never did Lu Yu feel it so clearly.
Monopolizing knowledge and limiting communication within circles, and being unwilling to share it with more people, there is no sense of crisis and there is no need to work hard to improve.
To improve and improve, you must also consider whether you can learn the new knowledge perfectly and keep up with the progress of the new school. If a new school of thought is born, it will have an impact on the existing system.
Soul contracts are so profitable that schools related to spiritual magic can gain massive wealth just by establishing themselves after the slave trade.
Why stand up when you can make money lying down?
Lu Yu covered his face and murmured: "Sure enough, it's the same in every world..."
The mist demon was lucky: "We are relatively remote, and Diran shouldn't be able to get here..."
Sera's words ruthlessly shattered the mist monster's thoughts: "The last time the infested spirits spread to the east of Codzon and to the south of the Plenty Mountains, they were present in three-quarters of the four major countries. At that time, Broken Gold City is still in the hands of the Vampire Clan, and they were forced into the depths of the Red Flame Mountains precisely because of the contamination."
"I have a question."
The sound came from the window, and Huogu's huge eyes stared into the house through the window - he was too big and could only lie down outside the house to participate in the discussion.
"Dipsin, what type of life is it?"
Sera and Lulu hurriedly recalled, while Lu Yu and Xu Yu were flipping through books.
This is a question that even the masterpiece "The Glory Ballade" of the Memory-Infused Spirit failed to fully understand.
Every infected life has the ability to infect other lives. It looks like a virus, but there seems to be a connection between each infected body, and it looks like a special race with hive consciousness.
Could it be that all the infected people were inadvertently parasitized by a strange race?
Lulu interrupted Huogu's speculation, because during the first war, a sect lifted the ban on doctors' dissection and asked them to search for "parasites" from the collected corpses of impregnated spirits, but in the end nothing was found. The same is true for several anatomical investigations.
Hogu said: "I have never heard of anything similar to the impregnated spirit when I stayed in other continents. This seems to be unique to the continent of Mera...I don't want to say that it sounds like a gift from the world consciousness to Mera. , which seems a bit disrespectful to the creatures on this land, but it seems to be the case."
"It sounds amazing, doesn't it? The power of polluting thoughts can disappear, and all infected bodies disappear at the same time. This means that there is an inevitable connection between them, but this connection cannot be found in the body... It's difficult Could it be that we encountered a group of special 'souls'?"
Huo Gu's teasing couldn't make everyone in the room smile, and everyone looked heavier.
The undead have not yet appeared in this world, and the magical environment is not enough to support a person's consciousness and soul to stay away from his body.
The high-concentration magic environment in Twilight City makes magic full of possibilities. Being in it to avoid decay for hundreds of years, Clorance used his clones to kill living beings in reincarnation, allowing those unwilling and resentful souls to exist in the form of incomplete fragments of consciousness. He went down and was later made into a semi-finished doll by Clorons' clones, and finally found relief in the hands of Serra.
Mela 572 years ago obviously did not have the magic power to compete with Twilight City, and the undead would naturally not be born.
The influence has gone away for hundreds of years, and no one has studied carefully what it is. It is a bit hasty to suddenly figure out a clue and nip it in the bud.
Seeing that the atmosphere in the room was a little depressing, Sigrid clapped her hands and said optimistically: "The monster from five hundred, almost six hundred years ago, even if it reappears in the world, the damage will be very limited. You must know that times have changed, and now The magicians and warriors are much more powerful than they were back then, the magic system is completely different from what it was back then, and the skills of the craftsmen have also made great progress."
Sera, Lulu, Lu Yu, and Xu Yu all turned their heads and stared at Sigrid.
Those eyes are full of care...
"What...what's wrong...am I telling the truth?"
Lu Yu glanced at Xu Yu and said, "It seems that you also need to learn from Xu Yu and read more books."
Sera told Sigrid: "If you think that the impure spirit only has the power to pollute the spirit, and you think that relying on high-level magicians to bombard the trouble from a distance can solve the problem, you are totally wrong."
In a moment, he quickly turned over the pages of "The Brilliant Narrative Volume 1" and handed it to Sigrid, and thoughtfully pointed out which paragraph to read from.
The mist demon curiously moved over and said, "Let's take a look... While the various regions of Mela cooperated to strangle the pollution sources and achieved remarkable results, the warriors were also surprised to find that their casualties began to rise inadvertently."
"Some infected bodies that are obviously impossible to be good at and use magic can actually release strange magic fluctuations, and soon after, they will resonate with 'magic' in a special way."
"When those colorful lights fell straight into the formation, many people woke up from a dream and realized in horror... Huh?" The fog demon directly turned into a huge question mark, "Magic with fifth-level power?"
"Are you kidding? How can someone who has not awakened magic power use magic? Even if he does... it's level five, it's level five!" Sigrid's eyes widened and she couldn't keep calm.
When Lu Yu read these records for the first time, he thought it was a fantasy, but combined with time, he discovered a detail.
The first impregnated spirit disaster happened at the end of the last magic wave, so some scholars in the book speculated that it was the magic wave that awakened these infected bodies. The infected bodies' thoughts were contaminated, and they acted on instinct, feeling If you are in danger, you will naturally choose to fight back, and magic will...
It sounds nonsense, but this is the best effort of these scholars who study immersion to explain it from an academic perspective, correctly and rigorously.
Fortunately, the probability of these magical resonance magic phenomena appearing is not high, but... they were able to resonate at the fifth level last time, so how many levels can they accidentally resonate with this magic wave?
Moreover, can being stronger than before really stop the contamination?
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Solon's northern border, Blue Helmet City.
The lord kicked the messenger kneeling in front of him and cursed: "This is the answer you gave me. The number is unknown and the enemy is unknown? No information can be found. Why are you coming back? You are the messenger, give me information , I want information!”
The lord stood at the top of the city and pointed in the direction where a whole group of city guards disappeared: "Before dark tonight, I want to know who invaded Solon, their location, and the number of vanguards. I don't want to hear unknown things. If you give me such an answer again, Perhaps the Inquisition would be happy to chat with you."
The messenger gritted his teeth. Under the pressure of the city lord, he hurriedly got up and was about to rush out of the door to perform his duties.
But he stopped.
"Lord, a whole team of cavalry and twelve messengers disappeared after entering the dense forest. This is enough to show that the enemy we are facing is unprecedentedly powerful... Do we really want to die? We should quickly pass the information to the surrounding city-states!"
The lord was so furious that he threw the cup on the messenger's head.
"You're teaching me how to do things, and you're actually teaching me how to do things!"
"If you don't go, you should let your son go in your place."
The messenger trembled all over. He did not dare to say anything more. He returned to the camp tremblingly, gathered his companions again, and disappeared into the dense forest in the distance without looking back.
The blue-helmeted city lord stood at the top of the city, watching the messenger and snorted coldly.
Asking for help?
The enemy's situation is unknown, what if it's just a misunderstanding? He hastily asked for help and put his face at risk. When the nobles meet in the future, won't he become the laughing stock of other nobles?
Solon only had one enemy in the north, the Watcher Elves, and he did not think that these Elves would want to fight the powerful Solon Empire.
They can't afford to lose!
If you just want to take advantage of the chaos to kill the adventurers and merchants near the Wrath Volcanic Ridge to replenish the military supplies for the civil war, then let them go. They should realize the seriousness of the matter when Solon's messenger is killed. Automatically retreat after success...
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