Life and death.
What Fang Plover saw in the twinkling starlight was the essence of Telaka. His fingertips seemed to have touched the secret of a world. Among thousands of thoughts, a seed was born in the center of the world.
Then branches grew from the gray heart of the tree.
The seeds of the giant tree gave birth to new buds, and branches sprouted from the branches across the sky. They were the first things that sprouted from the ancient times, and the past events told in that distant era.
The shadow in the forest just stood there, silent.
For a moment, he saw the black-haired girl again. She had her eyes closed, and the leaves were withered and yellow, hanging on the water, quietly flowing in the long river with her destiny.
The forest withered, the shadows fell, and the gray branches spread on the sacred trees, retelling the story of life and death after the severe winter came. It was the death of the forest, and then the times came back and life and death were intertwined.
Thousands of miles away, surrounded by green fields.
The meadow formed waves, floating clouds covered the hills, and the cloud wall undulated. Below the hills, on a carriage, an elf girl with a gauze face looked at this scene in surprise——
There was a hint of surprise in his gentle, watery eyes.
Outside the carriage, a tall lion knight sat on the driver's seat, its long mane held in the breeze, and the brass rings jingled with the rhythmic swaying of the carriage.
"Red——"
When the lion man heard the sound coming from the carriage, he raised his eyebrows slightly and looked back.
And the sky is thousands of miles long, as blue as water. The wind is carrying blades of grass and distant news, swirling up to the sky, carrying light and sweet sounds to every corner of the continent.
Outside the arena——
A group of people dressed in different clothes stood up from the audience.
The elves raised their heads and looked away, as if the scene above had attracted all their attention. They had completely forgotten everything around them and were watching that scene with shocked eyes.
They wore the traditional costumes of the Giant Tree Hill. Their silver robes were decorated with green patterns. Mithril pendants hung from their pointed ears and foreheads. Their long hair hung down, and their silver eyes seemed to contain the light of stars.
If anyone recognizes these elves, they will know that they are the Sanshak delegation that arrived in the empire with Forin's team, but the leader of the team does not look like an envoy, but more like a respected sacred tree leader. sacrifice.
The old Elf Chief Priest held a gray withered branch in his hand, and his wrinkled hand could not help but tremble.
In the Tarn Sacred Tree Temple.
The tree attendants were dumbfounded as a gray branch grew out of the holy statue.
The branches snake upward along the lady's wrist, blooming into holy white new leaves and buds. It is like a cane, pregnant with withering and rebirth at the same time.
Many people turned and ran out.
The forest lady was casting her gaze.
The giant tree that had witnessed the Battle of Bain had suffered wars and disasters. On the blackened scars on its south side, the bruises called Osiris were gradually shrinking. The port workers who witnessed this scene seemed to be petrified.
People watched the rebirth of gray tree tissue, overshadowing the dark death and scars at a speed visible to the naked eye. The trees trembled happily, and countless branches and leaves made soft rustling sounds.
A long bell rang in the port.
Many people saw the patrolling cavalry being dispatched first, and then the normally low-key elves also appeared on the streets.
Protected by cavalry, they were heading toward the city center.
Underground in the Heart of the Mountain.
The tree people opened their eyes one by one, and the forest became commotion, as if something unusual was happening.
The little dwarf monster Gupu suddenly felt the roots behind him surging, disturbing its nap. It jumped up from the ground and looked at what was happening behind it in confusion.
But there, the Heart of the Tree Munyarit is waking up, its old wood grains are loosening one by one, revealing a solemn look, and casting its slender eyes in one direction.
Gu Pu gestured and asked what happened to this big tree?
Muenyarit sighed quietly, "I saw shadows growing everywhere, death growing from the sacred tree, and insects gnawing at the foundation of the world. Winter is coming, little one."
Gu Pu seemed to understand, but he was born underground. He had never seen what severe winter and ice and snow were, and he couldn't distinguish between the abstract concepts of death and life, but he had probably seen some bugs.
Then it felt a majestic force coming.
The little monster was so frightened that he lay on the ground shivering with his head in his hands.
"You're here -"
Heart of the Tree Munyarit said in that direction.
But in the sea of trees, Fang Plover had no idea what was happening in the outside world. He only concentrated on putting all his energy into everything in front of him.
Watching the metal spread and grow like a branch, it was like a cold dead thing was given life. It formed black and white tones, and finally intertwined into the other arm of the construct.
An arm resembling that of a human woman begins to take shape.
It is smaller and more fragile than the other arm, but it seems to be pregnant with endless power——
Precious metals capable of self-organizing growth formed its muscles and bones, mithril containing magic was woven into its skin, and starwood formed its veins.
Then the crystal lattice built its core in an orderly manner under Fang Plover's command, and finally the cold iron extended out a beautiful heat dissipation structure like a grid, with runes intertwined.
It is very different from the other demon-like arm, but it has a strange beauty, like the gentleness of a girl. The fingertips are slender and well-proportioned. The arm is made of metal, but it has a wooden texture.
Weiyu looked at the birth of this scene with slight surprise.
"This is……"
Alchemists can understand each other's language. Just like the expression of art, what is written in the design is thought. The flow of ether and the fit of the elements have determined the tone of a work.
Skilled craftsmen can see the secret contained in it at a glance.
But that burst of inspiration still made Weiyu's heart tremble. He turned around and exchanged the shocked looks in their eyes with Shui Wuming beside him.
What is woven under the precious materials is an ingenious idea, which is the essence of life glimpsed from the heart of the sacred tree, Talaka. It is like a great sound, weaving an invisible symbol into an agitated thought. in the world.
At first there was only a small ripple.
But instead it stirred up a storm.
All things come and go, and the glory of the past reflects the decline of today. "It nurtures life and death, destruction and protection at the same time," Shui Wuming said. "It seems fragile, but actually contains endless possibilities. Is this really the main structure...?"
She hesitated and said: "I just think it's a little strange..."
Fang Yu looked at Wei Yu.
There was a glimmer in Weiyu's eyes, and an inspiration burst out from his heart. Geniuses always resonate with each other, extending from one inspiration to another like a spider web, thus interweaving a possibility.
"I'll give it a try." He made up his mind and said.
Fang Plover nodded.
There is still a tacit understanding between the two.
The young alchemist pondered slightly and made a decision. Those precious things were not necessarily precious, but for him, they might be an opportunity to open the door.
Weiyu stretched out his hand and tapped lightly on the junction of his arms. Like light ripples on the water's surface, a silver network of veins spread out in all directions with his fingertips as the center.
A 'heart' appeared in his hand.
The amber crystal reflects the precise structure, which is the constant magic furnace.
But a shudder suddenly passed through Fang Plover, and he held his breath. The intertwined network was not ordinary. It also came from a legendary inspiration - connection.
Everything is connected.
That's the fundamental theory behind Ethereum's mesh distribution.
Weiyu and he were both from the Kapka Craftsmen Association. They were natural masters from the same family and had a similar understanding of ether.
But Fang Yu was so shocked that he couldn't breathe. He stared at this fellow disciple with wide eyes. It was understandable that he used legendary inspiration on his own construct. But the other party——
Weiyu turned around and smiled gently at him:
"Ed, what the Kapka Artisans Association taught us is right. Technology has no barriers. It is artificial boundaries."
"But you have also taught us a lot of things, and I should give back to you emotionally and rationally. This inspiration is called 'Spider Web Sense'. As you can see, I will give it to it - "
The young alchemist turned around with a calm expression, "You're welcome. Besides, this is also my opportunity."
There was a sparkle in his eyes, as if he had seen a brand new world, but his eyes were gentle, looking at his work like a lover.
It will definitely be very unique.
Maybe he will leave his name in history for a long time.
Once the silver net is opened, it cannot be retracted, so it connects everything together to form blood vessels - like silver blood vessels, flowing throughout the body of the construct.
The tiny blood vessels finally converged, returned to the light path, and concentrated on one point, which was the constant magic furnace. Weiyu's technique is very delicate. He may not be as stunning as Fang Plover's multiple parallels, but he is mature and sophisticated.
There were many exquisite designs, and even Fang Plover felt rewarded after seeing them. He remembered many legends about the other party - before he left Kapka, this senior brother was already the protagonist in many stories.
He once looked up at the other person's back and listened to many people tell the anecdotes the other person left in Kapka. Now the owner of that name was demonstrating his understanding of alchemy in front of him.
Fang Yu suddenly felt a sense of reality, as if everything in the past had returned, and there were no real heroes under the reputation. The excellence of the people standing next to him was beyond words.
But his production was not actually finished.
When the production of Whispers reaches a certain stage, you will take the initiative to look at him. Just as blood needs to connect muscles and bones, the etheric circuit of the magic device also needs to be connected to other systems.
But the two of them didn't need to communicate much. Fang Yu understood Weiyu's idea with just one glance. He added a small component to the gradually forming structure.
And Weiyu immediately took over his work. In this magical space, the complex structure was being built bit by bit like building blocks, and the two people's processes were intertwined and advanced——
In terms of technology, they complement each other perfectly and complement each other perfectly.
Shui Wuming almost stopped breathing as she watched. She had never thought that making a magic device would be such an artistic thing, as if every work and detail was full of harmonious beauty.
Even if those details are overturned and redone again and again, there are still many mistakes in the design, but they discuss with each other, the rudimentary ones are being improved, and a finished product is born from the framework.
The needle drop can be heard outside the arena.
Even the commentators forgot their words for a moment.
This is not a competition, but the birth of a legendary work. Such an opportunity is rare in the whole of Aitaria, and it is usually only born in the hands of those masters.
It will take five or ten years for ordinary people to have a chance to see it.
The competition team was shocked at first, and then ecstatic. Many people had been extremely envious of the competition hosted by the South Territory, because a legend was born in that game - although it was not a finished product.
Those people love and hate Fang Plover. On the one hand, he has indeed done many things and conflicts with the interests of many people, but on the other hand, this dragon alchemist can always bring topics.
But no matter what, this game is bound to be familiar to many people.
People inside and outside the light screen were equally silent. This moment of silence connected the two worlds behind the star gate. People actually had an illusion, as if they were afraid that speaking would disturb the scene in front of them.
There is a backflow of magic power in the space of the sea of trees, although it is extremely weak. This is due to the characteristics of this space.
But both Fang Pulong and Wei Yu stopped their hands at the same time.
They completed the last process together.
Shui Wuming breathed a long sigh of relief and said in a melancholy tone: "I really don't know if it's luck or misfortune that I will take action after the two of you. I kind of regret my previous choice now. I should have kept silent just now. I There is no legendary inspiration, but leave the rest to me and I will do my best.”
She looked at the work silently, "But this time I have benefited from you."
I don’t know how people in the future will evaluate it, but her name will definitely stay in Etalia for a long time along with this main structure.
It's called Peace Knight.
It is a work jointly completed by two geniuses, as well as Shui Wuming.
she thought bitterly.
Fang Plover was also watching the work silently - it was not yet fully formed due to the lack of final integration, but the general structure was clearly visible. Its appearance is like a well-proportioned piece of armor, somewhat feminine in appearance.
Like a Valkyrie covered in silver makeup, except for her right arm, which is thick and majestic, with some ferocious fangs and claws, the red scales are like burning marks on the silver armor, a rising beam of flame.
Its left arm is separated by black and white metallic luster, and exudes a gray light, as if it contains life and death at the same time. It holds a black and white spear, like a spear made of intertwined branches.
Then there is its main body, which is like a breastplate covered with mesh patterns. The core is decorated with amber crystal, reflecting the veins of time and ether. The complex and precise plug-ins form a layer of blue shield on its surface. .
The long leg armor is connected to the bladed foot guards, hanging naturally like the claws of a giant dragon. It doesn't have that many complicated functions on its surface, but it already has the beauty of a pseudo-dragon knight.
The main structure is inextricably linked to the Pseudo Dragon Knight.
Besides, this one is very special.
The Sea of Trees is a special space. The magic devices created here do not really exist. After they leave, all creations here will turn into nothingness.
But the inspirations of the legend will remain in his memory, and when he fully restores them in the real world, they will truly be born and shape the legend.
Therefore, he is not too worried about the ownership of his experiments here. The Sea of Trees space itself is a perfect alchemy laboratory. Strangely, the occultists don't seem to do this -
"The Cowlings have finished their work."
"I didn't expect that the Kaolin people were the first to use their ultimate move in this game. Although the empire also had some plans, the excitement was much inferior in comparison."
"Just this one scene makes this game worthwhile." The commentators finally came to their senses at this moment and did not hesitate to express their praises.
This is their job in itself. They may not be inclined to win or lose, but whoever can bring exciting games will eventually win the favor of onlookers.
"But I want to remind you," the main commentator coughed, "just when you were intoxicated with the Kaolin people's art-like production, the Han Rui people here may have encountered some troubles."
Luo Wei only cast a few glances during the entire production process.
She is still focused on her current battle. She is not a battle craftsman, but both Ming and Fang Plover are. The tactics of the battle craftsmen are not unfamiliar to her.
It was just her first practice.
When Hanrui's clockwork goblin took off and tried to attack the goblin wall in mid-air, a group of silver shuttle-like structures flew down from the clouds and appeared in people's sight for the first time. .
They spread their wings like a swarm of bees, revealing their sharp stings.
"It's a battle fairy."
Casters are no stranger to this.
When the little girl Han Rui caught a glimpse of the silver light from the corner of her eye, she finally remembered something, and she was shocked, "It's the construct of the Dragon Alchemist!"
The clockwork goblin's vision went dark.
"We can't find them!" She shouted anxiously as she hurriedly manipulated her fairy doll, "We have to find a way to fight back!"
"It doesn't matter," the tall young man said through gritted teeth as he looked at the sky: "Shouldn't we have expected this? Just don't let them come down and interfere with our purpose. The loss of some clockwork goblins is acceptable... "
The little girl bit her lip in dissatisfaction as she watched the field of view under her lens gradually decrease.
But the tall young man had already turned around and said, "McGonagall, Hyrule, please put that thing up quickly."
He put on his magic gloves and looked at the two golden lights that appeared in the air - extending towards their direction, they were the firelights of the airdrop craft.
The Kaolin people even built this thing.
At this moment, two engineering airships were cruising in the sky, trailing cyan trails, with four Lancers mounted below. Amidst the heart-wrenching sounds of friction and sparks, the huge structure was passing through the slide. The rails are thrown in a certain direction.
A line of fire extended in mid-air.
The tall young man walked out and looked at the firelight falling in the air. He raised his gloves, and a group of fortress-like walkers were immediately projected in the sea of trees through the information crystal.
Another goblin doll rose into the air and took over these bulky constructs. The fortress walker immediately raised his gun and fired a net of fire into the air.
But with little success.
Only one of the eight lancers was hit in the air until it disintegrated. The rest, carrying flames falling from the sky, passed through the fire net, fell straight down from mid-air, and fell into the forest.
There was a loud noise, raising a cloud of dust in the forest.
And behind the dust, his figure was revealed.
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(End of chapter)
