I'm a mage, what's wrong with loving farming?

Chapter 278 278. May You Walk Through the Shadow of Death
The elven orchestra was in the front, regulating the rhythm of the earth, and behind them were the oak trees and apprentices sent by Croa.

The special magical landforms must of course be monitored and guarded, and then developed into various experimental facilities.

For example, this magical landscape in front of the oak tree.

It is a rising white mist, and wisps of mist form a gushing spring on the surface. Inside, a translucent light curtain can be vaguely seen protecting the white crystal at the core.

"It can't be wrong."

“This is the atmospheric spring.”

The oak tree gently touched the white mist with its branches, and a layer of frost immediately spread over the tender green branches.

It cut off the branch without any care, and then another one grew out.

The most amazing thing about the Orpheus Oak is its ductility.

For it, any part can grow freely, and as long as it has magic power, it will basically be immortal, unless all its branches and roots are burned in an instant.

After confirming that this was the Atmosphere Spring, it instructed the apprentices following behind it: "Atmosphere Spring can produce an atmospheric crystal, which is the main material for the Flying Spell Scroll.

If you collect enough, you can also ask Croa's relic crafting team to make wings of light for you.

Now, start collecting.”

The apprentices immediately sent out several people and carefully began to build an automatic mining machine around the atmospheric spring - it was a kind of bean plant.

Its roots are extremely thin and long, and look quite similar to human fingers. After falling to the ground, they begin to penetrate into the soil and surge towards the atmosphere.

If you could see through the soil, it would be like holding the entire spring in the palm of your hand.

"What a magical creation." The oak tree could of course see the changes under the soil. It said with emotion: "It uses its flexible roots to peel off the elements of magic, and then materializes these elements through the fruit."

Even now it cannot imagine how Cloya cultivated these magical plants to create such a miracle.

It touched its chest.

There is the golden light that Croa once left for it, which still warms its soul like the sun, allowing it to enjoy the light of the sun all the time.

After a moment of sighing, it continued forward:

"Let's keep walking."

On the following journey, it took its apprentices to monitor and exploit magical landforms such as sinkhole springs, miniature volcanoes, quicksand mines, etc.

Just as it was about to continue forward to catch up with the elves, news suddenly came back from the front -

"Teacher Oak! The fields of Poseidon's barley...are all withered!"

Upon hearing these words, the oak tree's face suddenly changed - the real trunk turned white.

Poseidon barley is now the most basic staple food, with several tons consumed every day. If there is a problem with the Poseidon barley fields, it will definitely be the most troublesome thing.

It didn't bother to worry about these magical landforms and quickly rushed to the wheat fields of Poseidon Barley.

When it arrived here, the elf band had already stopped here, and all the elves scattered and checked the withered barley.

The Gopher Wood Elf in the lead had a serious expression on his face and looked like a smaller version of Kloa.

The Oak and Gopher wood elves looked at each other, nodded silently, and looked around.

The Poseidon barley that had been growing vigorously like a forest had now completely withered, and its azure blue leaves had turned scorched yellow and were drooping weakly.

Deathly silence...absolute deathly silence filled the vast ten-hectare Poseidon barley planting area.

Not a single one is still alive, they are all dead!

How many people can be fed with ten hectares of planting area?

The oak tree was not only pale, but its entire body was white. It had transformed from a green oak tree into a white oak tree, and it was very pale.

It immediately had a natural sense of the barley.

But it didn't get any accurate answer. It only knew that the barley seemed to wither because it was not adapted to the pulse of the earth.

But why did everything wither suddenly? The earth has been in disharmony for some time. Could it be that what happened at the beginning was just a prelude, and the real disaster will happen next?

The Gopher Wood Elf beside him came over and whispered, "I didn't hear their cries when they died. It seemed that death happened in an instant."

The oak tree asked, "What about the fields elsewhere? Are they all right?"

"Fortunately."

"But take a look at this first." The Gopher Wood Elf casually drew a curtain of light, and the picture inside was another field of Poseidon's barley.

To be precise, it is the fields of Poseidon barley that have been transformed by Croa. They are still growing lushly, each wheat plant is like a tall tree, and the ears of wheat are heavy.

Oak's eyes suddenly widened.

In other words, all the unmodified Poseidon barley died, but the modified Poseidon barley still survived.

If this is really the case...

It immediately sent someone to call Miffin, who was measuring data in various places, and then showed him two completely different fields without saying a word.

Mifeiyin was certainly not stupid, he was shocked and said: "Poseidon barley is a necessity for the harvest priests to preach in various places.

Today it is considered the main food crop for most of the coastal countries in the continent.

If they all died, it would be even worse.”

The Gopher Wood Elf looked directly at the former bishop of the Church of the Earth and asked bluntly, "Why do you want to spread this crop?"

“Don’t tell me you’re just trying to make sure people can have more food.

Mr. Mifflin...listen to the earth's cry!"

Now it really needs an answer, it feels the pain more deeply, so it doesn't mind having a bad attitude.

It gently stroked the strings, then pointed a finger at Miffin, and the rhythm of the earth drawn by it instantly entered Miffin's mind.

It was the earth being snatched away by two forces in turn, as if being torn apart. The wailing sound it made was so heavy yet so powerless.

"..."

Of course Miffin knew what this was. This was the reason for the chaos on earth and the truth that he had never dared to touch.

He sighed deeply, and at this moment his hair began to fade, as if it was losing its golden color of harvest.

For believers, faith can be strong, but it can also be fragile, especially for some special believers, such as Miffin.

Are we believing in the earth and the harvest or the Mother Earth?
Now there is an answer.

He slumped down to the ground, two lines of tears flowed from the corners of his eyes, fell straight down his cheeks to the ground, splashed a cloud of ash on the dry and cracked earth, and disappeared without a trace.

He smiled bitterly and said, "This is a gift from the Mother Goddess."

"Let the demonic plants degenerate into crops that can be sown by mortals."

"It started a long, long time ago. Now, more than 30 kinds of crops have been spread, including Poseidon barley, golden rice, and barren potatoes..."

“These crops are able to survive in environments where similar crops cannot grow.”

As he spoke, his golden hair, the symbol of the harvest aura of the Mother Goddess of Earth, became increasingly dim.

It was as if it had lost all its colors and turned gray, like a dying old man.

"call……"

His breath seemed to become weaker as the color faded. In the end, he even had to use one hand to support the ground to barely breathe. The sound of his breathing was like a leaky bellows.

This is the price of betrayal.

The power of God will grant you great strength and energy that ordinary people cannot obtain, but once you betray God, all of these will be taken back and backlash will follow.

If Miffin was not young to begin with, but a middle-aged or elderly bishop who survived by relying on the power of God, his soul would have withered by now.

There was pity in the oak tree's eyes, but also a little bit of wonder. Why didn't the god's favor leave after it heard all these things?
"Ugh."

Just as the Gopher wood elf was about to play the harp, a figure suddenly appeared in the light at the side, and a hand covered with brilliant light was placed on Miffin's shoulder.

The latter immediately felt a warm force injected into his body, bringing with it vitality, and even the speed at which the harvest aura disappeared was slowed down.

Miffin looked up and saw Chloe, who was smiling.

The light and the sun were behind him, but it was as if they were the light he emitted, warm and bright, yet able to be looked directly at.

"I already knew that you would be disliked by the power of Mother Earth, so...consider changing your faith?"

"What about the earth, for example?"

Kloya's voice was filled with laughter. He stretched out his hand and waved at the Gopher wood elf, and the guy obediently turned into a harp.

Then the elves and the mermaid prince who were scattered around also gathered around him, surrounding him like stars surrounding the sun, and began to chant.

The most enthusiastic among them were the Hotoshu elves, who sang and danced, dancing to the lead of the authentic “Rainbow Poem”.

As a result, the ground beneath their bodies was changing at a speed visible to the naked eye, and the dryness and cracks were being repaired.

The rhythm of the earth was instantly restored by their wishes and magic, and an ochre-colored light spread out and covered Miffyn's body.

"You see."

"In fact, it is only the Mother Goddess who hates you, not the earth itself. It can feel your grief and guilt."

"It is still willing to return your lost power to you, even though it has been exhausted physically and mentally by the battle between the two gods."

A gentle ochre-colored glow covered Mifflin's body, as if his mother was embracing him.

There were no obvious sound or light effects, and even the light emitted by level 2 magic was not as good as it could be, but divine power continued to flow into Miffin's body.

At this moment, his lost strength surged back like a tide, turning his hair into an even deeper gold.

His tears continued to drip down, his lips trembled, and he was completely speechless - only now did he truly feel the embrace of the earth.

This is the true power of the earth!
It will embrace everything and nourish all life growing on the earth just like the sun in the sky.

Chloe watched from the side and felt relieved.

In fact, he had already made preparations. If the divine power on Mifeiyin disappeared, he would personally take action to resolve the matter.

With the help of the power of the Gopher Wood Elves and other elves, it is definitely enough to borrow the gift of the earth. This is the real earth, not the god who borrowed its authority.

"It was found in the Oak of Orpheus, after all." He glanced at the oak tree next to him.

The divine favor of the Orpheus Oak is actually very special. It was obtained after healing the earth. The subject of the blessing is actually the earth, not the Mother Earth.

He had some vague ideas at that time, but it was not until he communicated with Mia that he finally confirmed the relationship between the earth and the Mother Earth.

It's like the relationship between light and the sun.

Oak noticed Croa's gaze and was about to ask something curiously, but suddenly he felt something.

Miffin's hair, which should have fully recovered, was fading again, and turned directly into gray.

The color is exactly the same as that of dead leaves.

At the same time, there was a power emanating from him that made it feel extremely fearful.

Grayish black with a hint of haze.

That is the power of death!
Miffyne is receiving the power of death!

"..." Kloya narrowed his eyes and cast a magic called Crystal Cage without hesitation.

The sparkling crystals immediately formed a cage around Mifflin, locking him inside, and the magic of death certainly did not escape.

This is a kind of alchemical magic that requires high-purity magic crystals to perform. Once performed, it can form a crystal prison.

The prison has a very strong magic blocking ability, which can be used for defense and can also be used to prevent the wizard from escaping.

After the crystal prison was formed, Kloya looked at the black magic flowing through Miphiin's body and murmured to himself, "Why?"

"Shouldn't it be the power of the earth? How can there be the power of death? Has the earth really mutated?"

If the earth really had undergone such a change, he should have considered raising half of the North into the sky.

At this moment, Kloya felt a faint mental fluctuation coming from the ground beneath his feet.

"sun……"

“He shall be my walker, and he shall walk through the valley of the shadow of death, and no harm shall come to him, for my rod shall be with him.”

"The earth..." Croix felt relieved.

A thorn tree suddenly grew beside Miffin, and eventually turned into a wooden stick about half a person's height, which was held in Miffin's hand.

The crystal prison shattered silently.

"Pfft!"

The thorns pierced through his palm and came out. The blood flowed along the thorn wood to the ground and intertwined with the black mist.

"This wooden staff is..." Croa narrowed his eyes.

[Death Thorn Tree (Death Shadow Walker·Operation)]

[This magic plant is a gift from the Earth. The one who controls this magic plant will gain the power of the God-favored "Death Shadow Walker."]

If the former Miffin was the kind of holy son who looked quite sacred and could make people feel good about him... then at this moment he became a chilling dead man.

His once brilliant golden hair had now completely turned gray and was casually draped over his shoulders. Although he was still handsome, he made people feel very uneasy.

Even Kloya would feel a little uncomfortable looking at him - this was a life's instinctive reaction to death, and it didn't even have anything to do with his "Poem of the Rainbow". Any life would feel fear and uneasiness when it felt death.

He stood up, looked at Cloya quietly, and bowed slightly: "Thank you for your help, my friend."

"I will atone for the evil deeds of the vile gods."

After saying this, he knocked the thornwood stick in his hand.

A circle of ripples radiated out directly from his wooden staff.

When Lian Li came into contact with the dead Poseidon barley, the barley miraculously came back to life.

They became upright again, and the ears of wheat hung heavily on the branches, looking much more vigorous than before they died.

"..."

Chloe was surprised.

Is this the resurrection spell among the miracle spells?
No...miracles come at a price!

He looked at Miffin suddenly and found that the latter's hair seemed to have become whiter, almost transparent, and a dark ring appeared on his head.

It looked like an angel's ring, but it was filled with the breath of death.

——The "death" of those barleys was absorbed by Miffin!

"Miracles always come with a price." He sighed, "You don't have to choose this path. A good harvest may be more suitable than death."

He stretched out his hand, and a small sunflower shadow quietly emerged in the palm of his white palm, with four colors of light flickering around the flower disk.

"My friend, you still have a choice."

"You can always change your faith."

“Although it is still very weak, its potential in the future is strong enough.”

Kloya sincerely hoped that Miffin would accept his kindness. The power of death was too painful, much more painful than the thorns piercing directly into the body.

He will take every aspect into consideration when it comes to his friends.

But Mifeiyin smiled and shook his head gently to refuse: "I am very grateful for your kindness."

"But I can no longer pretend to be indifferent and watch the despicable gods pollute the earth again. I will walk on the earth with His will.

When my blood awakens the vitality of the earth, my journey will be over."

He walked up to Croa and said apologetically, "I can't even give you a farewell hug."

"Really?" Kloya blinked and reached out to hug Miphiin: "My friend, I hope you can complete your journey of faith."

The light emanating from him and the aura of death on Mifflin's body were completely in harmony, and there was not even any conflict. The Oak Mermaid Prince and the elves standing by were all stunned.

Kloa patted Miffin on the back and whispered in his ear:

"To make your journey smoother, I want to give you a gift."

"If you can no longer hold on...if the pressure of the earth and the endless death are about to swallow you up, then come and visit my paradise."

He stuffed a small ticket that looked like a leaf and was made of colorful light into Miffin's pocket.

"Please remember, it is always effective."

"Just like I promised you."

After saying this, he let go of Miphiin, took a few steps back and waved at him.

"..."

Mi Feiyin felt the ticket emitting a warm breath in his pocket, and the corners of his mouth slightly raised.

He no longer had any tears to shed, so he could only smile and wave to Cloya, then slowly turned around and walked away from the North step by step with the thornwood staff in hand.

Needless to say, thank you.

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