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

Chapter 304: A fairy tale of resurrection from the dead, a visiting delegation of elves

Leaving the splendor of Valhalla is a luxurious and incredible thing.

Because they are already dead people stranded in the world of the living, even though Valhalla and the distant golden apple dream will open to them from time to time, they can meet their past friends and relatives in their dreams.

Oh, and occasionally we get together to play a game called mahjong.

But they are dead after all.

They kept this in mind, awaiting Cloa's call, and conducting training and competitions every day, educating the youngsters who had just entered the Golden Apple Dream, so that they could learn more about combat experience - even when they died, they were still youngsters.

They are heroic spirits! It is the great lord who allows them to stay in this glorious world, and of course they have to give everything until the end of eternity.

But today, at an ordinary moment.

From the fountain in the Hall of Heroes that always shone with rainbow light, the quiet voice of the tower spirit suddenly came:
"I am now notifying you that everyone in Valhalla can enter reality. The passages will be opened gradually. Please divide yourself into teams and receive the passes to reality."

"Please queue up in an orderly manner to receive the items..."

Of course they knew Tower Spirit. They usually relied on Tower Spirit to provide and supply their basic necessities of life. Mr. Tower Spirit could always provide them with the most complete living facilities.

——The entire northern border is under the control of the tower spirit.

But what it suddenly said today still made many heroes who were fearless in the war fall into incomprehensible silence and exclamations.

"what happens?"

"Just now, Tower Spirit said that we can return to reality?"

"Wow! It's really fake!"

The heroes living in Valhalla were instantly excited, and then without hesitation chose the quickest and fastest way to decide on the first list - they fought on the spot.

As for the heroes, they all died in various wars. If we have to rank them in order, it must be based on who has the bigger fist.

Besides, any wizard who could get in here could wield rune chains and steel magic books to engage in real hand-to-hand combat.

War is nothing more than a test of who has the bigger fist, and whoever has the bigger fist will of course have priority - they are all heroes, and whoever can fight better is more noble.

All kinds of ping-pong sounds mixed together.

The winner happily queues up to get the ticket to reality, while the loser can only stand at the end of the line, hoping that there will be enough tickets distributed this time.

And the first one on the list is a female warrior.

She looks tall and slender, without any exaggerated muscles, but she still stands in the first place.

She took the white wool bracelet from the spring as a matter of course. There was a small black and pure gold decoration on the white wool bracelet.

"Black marigolds and golden sunflowers?"

Helen curiously shook the bracelet that had both warm and cold touches, and then she heard the tower spirit's reminder: "Now please step into reality."

A portal suddenly appeared in front of her on the wall of light and music that belonged to the eternal hymn. It was a golden portal with sunflower patterns on the edges and shining with endless light.

She hesitated for a rare moment, then stepped into the door with a determination to die. After a brief trance, she saw a sea of ​​swaying lavender flowers.

The purple sea of ​​flowers is dotted with some exquisite and elegant houses with terraces and their own gardens, and some people are walking and talking on the straight road.

The whole island is full of vitality under the sunshine.

"..."

The female warrior widened her eyes, and her legs moved almost unconsciously as she began to run towards a house. Her honed strength made her run like the wind, like a child hearing her parents' calls.

Until she ran to the elegant cottage, she could even feel her heart, which had already stopped beating, beating wildly, and she couldn't help but support herself with her knees and gasp for breath.

Even though she no longer had that adrenaline rush.

Then the door of the cabin creaked open.

A middle-aged woman with graying hair and wearing an apron stood there, looking at her.

"You're back, Helen."

The woman was briefly surprised and then said, "I made your favorite pie. Go pick some lavender. Its fragrance..."

These are very ordinary words, with even no ups and downs in the tone. They are just like the trivialities in life. They have no passion, but they are the foundation of human life.

"Mother……"

At this moment, the magnificent Valhalla, the dazzling golden apple dream and the rainbow wishing well that could satisfy any of their needs were replaced by the nagging voice of the mother in front of them.

The warmth of the sun, the fragrance of lavender, and the aroma of food coming from the house that she had bought for her mother with her military exploits embraced her lightly.

It was like a hug her mother had given her when she left home long, long ago.

She didn't cry and her steps were no longer hurried.

Just like water flowing into the sea, he walked up the steps and took his mother's arm, "Hey, let me help you. Yes, it's a rare day off, let me make you a delicious meal..."

The strong warrior put on an apron, picked up the paring knife that seemed as small as a piece of iron to her, and started working amid the nagging of her mother and the bubbling sound of the small pot.

In the end, she still couldn't persuade her mother. Even though the treatment she enjoyed now was enough for her mother to buy crops produced by the magic farm every day, her mother still chose the most basic cream soup.

——This scene is played out in many families.

All this was seen by the young wizard who was standing on the top of the tower, as if the sun was shining behind him. He had a pen in his hand, writing the last period.

Ivy couldn't help but ask after Cloya finally finished writing: "Why are you suddenly interested in fairy tales?"

Cloya put away the "Cream Soup Returning from the Light" that he had just written, and replied casually: "I am a bard, so of course I have to write some fairy tales that can be sung."

"Don't you think it's interesting?"

"Just as I satisfied my desire for destruction during that battle, I feel that writing these fairy tales can also satisfy the fatigue I occasionally feel now."

Ivy was silent. After a long while, it said in a muffled voice: "I thought you had never noticed that this desire for destruction is really that strong?"

“It’s okay.” Croa squinted his eyes and thought for a while: “In fact, so far, I have not controlled destruction.

Like a lost chapter sung by a bard.

All I do is change the land within my sight, watching the crops grow and people laugh.

It's just like what you and Mia were communicating about, the flame that the god named Apollo specially gave to the fire thief, and the hope that fell from the golden chariot that patrols the world.

That’s indeed one way…”

Kloya stared at the sky in the distance and seemed to see a floating palace approaching the North. Next to the palace were some guards, or monitors, from the Church of the Seven Gods.

He blinked to make sure it was not an illusion, and then he quickened his voice: “But that is the method of God. I am a wizard, and of course I don’t need to rely on this method to maintain myself.

All my desire for knowledge and the peace I want will return to me in my power.

I want to learn, and only I want to learn.”

Along with his voice, in the chapter of "Poem of Rainbow" engraved in his heart, the golden section was covered with a magical glow.

That is... a hymn to the end.

The moment Croa discovered it, it was like the knowledge that one didn't want to learn, sealed and locked in the light.

……

The glorious guards from the Holy See stood nervously outside the palace.

He is actually already a bishop of the Holy See. In other places, he would be a powerful figure who can make believers kiss their boots, but outside this palace from the elves, he is really just a guard.

Oh, there are also the Church of Mother Earth, the Order of the Rose... and other church guards of the seven gods nearby.

He really didn't understand why the elven Orpheus family would suddenly send out a delegation of such magnitude, and the visit was only to one of the many human kingdoms, and even just a duke within it.

For a real church big shot, a duke of a small country, well... it's not impossible to let them kiss their boots behind their backs.

But it was such a "Duke" who attracted a visit from the Orpheus family, and it was a visit of the highest standard, initiated jointly by the Elf Royal Court and the Palace of Great Wisdom.

When the request for the visit reached the Pope, this floating palace had already landed on the border between the human and elven worlds. Its surface was covered with elven flowers, and its magic was as gentle as the moon.

It just stayed quietly at the border - behind it were the Silver Wing Knights and the Sun Knights from the Orpheus family, and it seemed as if they were going to attack the human territory at the slightest disagreement.

It was not until this moment that the people who were engaged in the melee and battle for supplies suddenly realized that outside the human realm, there were powerful neighbors who were silently watching them.

So His Holiness the Pope personally issued the pass at a very fast speed, and also asked the Church of Mother Earth and the Holy See of Light, which were already at loggerheads, to send people to escort them immediately.

Well...it's indeed a mess inside, but I can't let it be like this in front of my elf friends!

It is said that after the Pope's order was issued, the command of the gods of the Church of the Seven Gods was also transmitted at an incredible speed, requiring that no disrespect be shown in front of this palace.

——Ikaros, who was sitting inside the palace, was aware of all these things. He looked at the ancestor who grew up beside him with awe, and couldn't help asking: "The gods seem to be afraid of you?"

The laurel tree, which was surrounded by multiple springs of magic power and looked like a small decorative tree in the center of a wishing fountain, replied: No, they are just afraid of losing the face of the gods.

The sacred tree shook its branches and complained, "I have told Etanos that he gave me too much magic power. I do not need such excessive power."

She just complained like this, not expecting the trembling Ikaros to reply, and continued: "The seven gods are all powerful beings, but they are only confined to the land of humans.

I saw the endless wars, locust plagues, and the fear of hunger and death...

In order to awaken themselves, they are destroying the creations of civilization, causing this originally beautiful world to enter a state of destruction, hoping that the fire brought by the destruction can wake them up from their long dream. "

Ikaros had already guessed it when he heard this. His heart was pounding, but he couldn't help but ask as if he was asking for death: "Do you want the elves to intervene in this war?"

Although it was a question, he had already guessed what his ancestor was thinking.

In the Elf Royal Court today, the only person who can make decisions that allow the entire elves to influence the human world is probably the god of the laurel tree.

But Laurel denied it, "Who said I would interfere directly with the human world like this? I just wanted to invite Mr. Duke of Hanjiao to take a walk in the world outside of humans.

I heard that his infrastructure projects are quite good.

If I were to promote the renewal of the border town, how much funding would the Elf King's Court approve? And how much knowledge would the gentlemen of the Great Wisdom Palace be willing to contribute?"

This was something Ikaros could not answer.

He could only hold his breath and reluctantly answer: "They should pay a price that the Duke of Hanjiao is satisfied with... probably."

But it was enough for Laurel to express his joy.

One of the earliest ancestors of the elves chuckled and said, "I will let those human gods see what they have given up and what they are fighting for."

The sacred tree seemed to look up at the clear and boundless sky, saw the shining points of light in the starry sky, and muttered, “Fortunately, my love has left me enough power to check and balance the gods.

I was also an archer in the past...I was the one who taught the elves archery skills."

She muttered like this, as if to relieve the tension brought about by meeting someone - in the long years, she had not heard the beautiful sound of the lyre for a long, long time.

She was even ready to bloom.

But what she didn't expect was that when the palace was about to cross the towering wall border in the north.

A giant sword with rippling water waves descended from the sky, as if the ripples and tides of the sea were echoing on the giant sword.

The terrifying giant sword fell straight on the palace.

At the same time, a voice said, "How dare you step into the territory of my friends, Daphne? Haven't you harmed my family enough?"

The moonlight and the ocean replaced the brilliant light in the sky at this moment.

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