In the garden that is warmed by the hazy warm sun, the sky is full of silver maples floating down. Each silver maple leaf reflects a charming and dazzling glow, as if it wants to wrap this quiet and peaceful small space with light. middle.
Gazing at the man lying in her arms with nostalgia, Mao Jing raised her head. When her eyes looked towards the bright sky, the shadow of the silver maple emerging from the void was fragmented.
Mao Jing sat up suddenly, wiped the sweat from his forehead, checked the ashes beside him, and clenched his fists.
"This is the third time..."
She stopped talking, but gently touched the urn, stared at the slightly bright sky, and once again embarked on her own journey with Laurend.
This is a journey without a destination. After leaving Meila four years ago, she began to decide the general route by throwing dice, leaving everything to fate. She once heard from Lu Yululu that when she was young, Vanessa traveled around in this way, leaving her own footprints everywhere in the world.
Caressing the bodies of the recently dead snake people and humans on the ground, Mao Jing narrowed her eyes slightly. Her rich experience made her conclude that the two people should be partners. Before dying, the snake people seemed to be thinking about hiding themselves in their abdomen and moving their scales. He dropped the medicinal powder to save his companion, but he was already exhausted before he could crawl to his companion.
The atmosphere of battle had not completely dissipated. Mao Jing looked at the direction where the footprints extended and took out the homemade dice and the corresponding map.
When the dice hits the ground, the numbers coincide with the direction and footprints indicated in the map.
Mao Jing did not hesitate and followed the guidance. As the sun gradually jumped above the horizon, the hazy magic residue gradually became richer and the trajectory of the magic wave changed.
After examining the body of a werewolf nailed to a tree, there was a noise in the grass not far from Catthorn.
Concealing the aura and covering up the magic power, just as Mao Jing speculated, this is a team of adventurers with tree spirits and flower demons. Relying on the natural racial talents in the mountains and forests, and joining forces, they are able to appear and disappear.
Mao Jing had just closed her eyes for the werewolf who was still staring at death. Seeing that everyone in the six-person team consisting of humans, tree spirits, and flower demons was injured, she explained: "No offense, I just happened to pass by here to see how he was dead. It’s miserable and I want him to rest in peace.”
As he spoke, Mao Jing showed off the power of the plant elements that he had condensed: "I am still a healer, maybe you need my help?"
The black tree spirit unconsciously took two steps forward. Before other companions could stop it, Cat Jing sprinkled the gentle healing light on the tree spirit. It was injured by some unknown magic, and the wounds that could not be healed were no longer there. White juice flowed out, healing at a speed visible to the naked eye.
The six-person team looked at each other, and a flower demon took the initiative to say: "Thank you for the help of the healer... This is our unfortunately deceased companion. Could you please step aside so that we..."
"Of course." After saying that, Mao Jing turned around and moved away.
The vines spread, and the ground surged like waves. In an instant, Maojing's lower body was submerged in soil and plant roots.
"Thank you so much for the treatment, now it's time to... eh?"
Mao Jing's body was filled with radiance, and its snake scales shone brightly. The bright light spurted out like water, instantly drowning the group of six people who suddenly burst out.
Where the glory flows, no trace of sin remains.
"I gave you good intentions, but it's a pity that you chose another one. Ignorance prevents you from feeling that it is a higher magic. How stupid."
Maojing buried the werewolf into the formed pit and continued to move forward.
The fluctuations of magic power became more and more violent, and the remaining traces convinced Mao Jing that this was a fierce battle involving at least six-level magicians. There were many people on both sides of the battle, and the corpses and belongings along the way were obviously too late to clean up.
The cat thorn was thrown again. Although the direction was a little off, it still coincided with the direction of the battle.
The explosion resounded through the dense forest, and the huge shock wave lifted the distant forest trees up from the ground, threw them into the air, and then fell heavily to the ground.
Maojing's sense was correct. There were about fifty magicians besieging a small team of about twenty people. In addition, there were many low-level magicians standing around the besiegers holding scrolls and waiting for them. This was a siege. kill.
Catwing ignored it and flew low over the forest in a swaggering manner. Her appearance attracted the attention of all the magicians. Everyone was extremely nervous for such a sudden appearance of a magician.
She has no desire to participate in the conflicts that can be seen everywhere during the trip. She has seen too much over the years and can no longer be as enthusiastic as she was at the beginning of the trip. She wants Laurent to see more beautiful things instead of filth and filth. Dirty.
She had worked too hard during her lifetime, and it was too sad for her to worry about these people after her death.
Maojing felt that she was also decaying, but it was not obvious yet. Laurende seemed to have seen through her, and before he died, he set an impossible goal for her to complete in his lifetime - to show him the outside of Meira. In the world, choose a place she thinks is the most beautiful to live.
Mao Jing subconsciously held the ashes in her arms tightly.
Laurend hoped that Catthorn would forget him.
The love she still had left bit by bit was worn away by the daily life that could not be completed at all and would only become more tiring and boring. Until on an impulsive day, she placed his ashes randomly and ended this life. To her, it was more like The past of chains and cages.
Mao Jing will eventually start a new life, a life that can still be happy without him. If everything is tied to him, then Mao Jing, the person he loves most, will also be dragged into the abyss of decay.
Laurend knew that Mao Jing could understand, and Mao Jing also knew what Laurend was thinking, but she just didn't want to let go...
In particular, silver maple trees began to appear in her dreams.
Mao Jing vaguely sensed something. Every time she woke up from her dream, she would look viciously at the direction of Meira and stubbornly continue her journey away from Meira.
The giant flame Cyclops suddenly appeared, and the blazing rays ejected from its huge one-eyed eye swept across the surroundings like a plow. The rolling waves of flames engulfed the low-level magicians who were waiting with scrolls on the outside. The fluctuations in magic also affected the magic on the front. Teachers, they responded in a panic and cursed.
Mao Jing suddenly looked back, seeing the dissipating flame Cyclops, its familiar aura, familiar shape...
"This is my own magic. There are many other magics like this. After all, I am the Crimson Witch, a genius magician who can blow up her house through innovation."
"Don't complain about the name I gave you, don't complain about it!"
"Beautiful and powerful magics are often in conflict. After all, it is impractical to devote all your energy to building the shape. It would be wonderful if the steps of controlling the spells perfectly match the details of the spells. There are not many magics like this."
Pictures of a girl playing and playing with the boy she loved came to mind. Recalling those daily routines that still made Mao Jing's lips curl up outlined the appearance of a girl she hadn't seen in many years.
"Lulu..." She murmured subconsciously.
Maojing immediately turned back and landed next to the sixth-level magician using the scroll, easily blocking the attacks of the magicians surrounding her.
The face of the woman holding the scroll was pale. Mao Jing pressed his hand on her already bloody arm, green light flashed, and the wound healed instantly, leaving only a shallow scar.
Without any spell-casting action, the walls of light flickered on the bodies of the twenty or so people who were besieged. As the sky was filled with magic, the wall of light actually floated out as if it were alive, actively intercepting them.
"you……"
"Let me ask you an answer." Mao Jing grabbed the scroll, "Where did you get this?"
"A friend gave it to me... Of course, it should be regarded as an exchange of scrolls. At that time, I gave him a defensive water magic scroll, and he gave me an offensive fire magic scroll..."
"The person who gave it to you is a girl?"
"No, it's a man."
"Where's the name?"
"...Lu Yu, a summoner."
A shout interrupted the conversation between the two.
A red-haired middle-aged man struggled to break through the wall of light built by the cat thorns and threw a beam of fire into the crowd.
In the woman's frightened eyes, the firelight was gradually dissipated by layers of halos that arrived first and then, and finally only pure magic power was left, permeating the surroundings.
Mao Jing turned around and played with the dice in her hand, thoughtfully.
"Fate...?"
"Who are you?" The red-haired middle-aged man looked solemn, "Why do you want to save Heather."
This snake tribe's method of dissolving their own magic is not even to use force to eliminate force, but to dismantle the magic structure in a more clever way, making the magic directly ineffective.
After thinking about this, he quietly and slowly backed away.
"Why are they chasing you?" Mao Jing asked Heather.
Heather's eyes suddenly turned red: "Our ship ran aground on the rocks, and we went ashore to collect materials for repair. They suddenly appeared and killed my companions. I wanted revenge, but there were too many enemies, and most of my people were weak, so... …”
Mao Jing gently wiped away Heather's unwilling tears, but when she turned around, her face was as cold as frost.
The red-haired man felt the surging magic power burst out from Mao Jing's body.
"The battle between high-level magicians is going on for a long time, and your people are already at a disadvantage. Why don't we just let it go... Let's make peace?"
"So, you admit to the crime you committed?" Mao Jing suddenly laughed, "It seems that there is no need to confirm, we can start."
Mao Jing handed the ashes to Heather for safekeeping. The shadow of the giant python surging behind him gradually solidified, and the holy light shone.
"How dare a fifth-level magician call himself a high-level one?" Mao Jing said, "Then I've killed many high-level ones like you..."
The shaping element summoning technique learned from Lu Yu made the light element python completely descend. It roared and pounced into a group of proud "high-level magicians", ruthlessly tearing apart this group of idiots who could only project magic from a distance. Mao Jing sneered as he watched them release their magic in a panic and successfully hit one of their own.
The scales of the cat's thorns flowed with light again. This was the magic she conceived together with Laurend. Every time she released it... it was as if he was still by her side.
"Every time I see people like you, I feel sorry for the good people who can't awaken magic... Are you ready?" Mao Jing asked, "Okay, it's time to die."
