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

Chapter 310: The Legacy of the Wind Shaman, Creating a "Hero"

A group of magical beasts from the "Nausicaa of the Wind" were brought into the border city under construction. There were all kinds of monsters, and there were even two dragons, one cold and one hot.

The breath between them is pulling at each other, the cold air and the hot air collide, and a tornado-like storm will erupt at any time and place - the relationship between these two dragons does not seem to be very good.

But they still maintained good restraint and did not really fight each other.

This made Jamie feel relieved. If these two monsters of unknown magic levels started fighting on the spot, he would have no choice but to call for support.

Belem walked in front, holding the harp that he always carried with him, and introduced them to Jamie: "Both of them are descendants of Typhoon, but they don't have a good relationship."

"If they want to live here, you have to make sure they are in a nest of heat and cold, otherwise there will be a violent explosion."

“I have written down all their habits. As long as we take good care of them, we can produce an endless supply of wind magic ore.

I will never let you suffer any loss."

"Uh... oh yeah, there's this too."

The green-cloaked bard pulled something out of his pocket.

It was a very simple thing, a wooden disc inserted on a wooden stick, with a bluish-purple stone tied to the edge of the disc with a rope.

At first glance, it looked like a toy for children to amuse themselves. It looked a bit crude to Jamie, who was used to seeing all kinds of sophisticated magic instruments.

"Here, this should be the only magic tool left in that world." Beren said with some emotion: "Although I was once favored by the savior, the fairy tale always has an ending."

He handed the device to Jamie, "Try turning it and you'll know."

"Is that so?"

Jamie took it and turned it carefully.

"Whoo~~~"

A gentle breeze appeared at the edge of the stone, and then, like a whirlpool, pure wind elemental force surrounded the entire magic device and turned into a small phoenix scroll.

At this moment he felt that his connection with the wind elements had become very close. Those wind elements were like friends and well-behaved children, and he could command them at will.

He really didn't have any strong talent for magic, and had never learned wind magic, but he could sense the wind element so easily.

"What a magical tool! Is it a shaman's legacy?" Jamie asked. "It is said that shamans can gain the favor of all elements. The earth spirit shaman we traded with is like that."

"She doesn't even have much knowledge. She can stir up a storm anytime and anywhere just by relying on the friendship and favor of the elements."

Beren nodded and shook his head: "According to our understanding, this should be the inheritance of the shaman, but is the shaman really the darling of the elements?
The elements both favored them and restricted them.

Young mage, if you had the choice, would you become a shaman?"

This is indeed an interesting statement. Jamie thought of his omnipotent teacher, who seemed to have said something like this - with the favor and care of the elements, shamans are indeed extremely powerful and can even destroy the world.

But what if the elements no longer favor and love us?

Thinking of this, his movements paused for a moment, and the spinning stone fell down weakly. The breeze surrounding him also completely dissipated at this moment.

"No." He answered, and at the same time he became more certain. This was the power related to the shaman.

Once you stop believing in it, or have any doubts about it, its favor and friendship will also leave you.

But there’s no denying how powerful this thing is.

The legacy of the Wind Shaman.

If there really was a person with a clear mind who could become friends with the wind, wouldn't he be able to do many incredible things with the help of the wind?

"Are you sure you want to give this to me?" Jamie asked one last time. "It's a very powerful shaman creation."

Beren answered him with a gentle smile: "I feel the joy of nature in the wind of this city, and even the sun's light is so kind to you.

This is the case where there is not even an Elf King City.

The wind would be happy if it could find a friend.

……Um? "

Beren seemed to sense something.

He handed a blooming wind flower to Jamie and said, "I will give them all to you. As long as you can find someone who can use the wind wheel, you can communicate with our Breeze Shop."

After he finished speaking, he raised his head, and an extremely illusory ring-shaped pattern seemed to appear around him, surrounding him from head to toe.

His figure gradually faded under the sunlight, and at first glance it looked like he had melted into the sunlight. There was also a faintly visible star in the sky - you have to know that it was broad daylight and you could actually see the stars.

Jamie looked thoughtfully at the rapidly disappearing star.

Then he couldn't help but smile and continued to make arrangements.

Maybe his powerful teacher has been watching here all along?
……

Hanjiao Island.

In the magic circle of divine power restraint made using the pattern of the Ring of Glory, Deimos had tubes inserted all over his body, and was silently being squeezed of the divine power of light by Croa.

The divine power of light is a flowing white light with golden hues. It is warm, but gives people a feeling of superiority. If it were an ordinary person, they would only feel awe for it and would not even dare to approach it.

“The fear of God.”

Kloya picked up a ray of holy light and kneaded it into a round or flat shape like plasticine. It seemed that some tiny pieces of light were squeezed out by his action.

The Holy Light becomes purer.

Deimos watched this scene in silence, feeling as if his eyeballs were about to pop out - that was the holy light of the Father of Light, a god with great power. No matter how strong Kroa was, he was only a seventh-level wizard.

Every time he thought he was shocked by Croa, the latter would always come up with something even more shocking to scare him.

"Well, these should be about it."

After kneading it for a while, Kloya contentedly threw the processed holy light into the sacred magic circle made of pure clay tablets next to it, and then added a touch of clear blue starlight.

The sacred magic circle suddenly shone with brilliance.

As the provider of the detailed magic patterns of the magic circle, Deimos knew very well what this was. This was the sacred magic circle of "Inspired by God" that the Holy See of Light had kept in its heart.

As long as there is light, no matter where one is, one can instantly return to the magic circle. This is an extremely powerful means of saving lives. One must have a higher divine power than the Father of Light to interrupt this space transmission.

But there are really not many people who are higher in status than the Father of Light.

Of course, this thing also has a very powerful function, which is forced summoning - the violent spatial fluctuations can make people temporarily lose the ability to resist, be captured by the magic patterns of the sacred magic circle, and be brought back to the inside of the magic circle.

Logically speaking, no one should be able to replicate this. After all, who can have the authorization of the power of the Father of Light? Even other gods cannot crack it.

But Croa can use it at will, and there is even a hint of suppression power from the upper to the lower.

With the magic of the Sky Ark, it is easy to do this.

Croix is ​​using this ability now, and has even taken a bard whose background is unknown as a test subject.

He wanted to try whether it could work on such a powerful extraordinary being.

If it is feasible, at least outside the Seven Kingdoms, anyone who encounters a life-threatening incident can return directly.

"Change your name... I'll call you back urgently."

"Well... I need to find my dwarven friends to buy some high-concentration magic crystals to build a crystal tower."

"My crystal is not pure enough." He looked at the bard who gradually emerged from the magic circle with a calm expression, his eyes full of the thirst for knowledge and curiosity of a wizard.

"Stagnant wind, stagnant life."

"You seem to have been abandoned by time, and forcibly fixed in the present by the wind of the past."

In an instant, Beren felt as if he was completely seen through, as if every bone, every blood vessel, and every drop of blood in his body were exposed to the bright sunshine, leaving no shadows.

He could no longer keep his composure and bowed his head respectfully: "Powerful wizard, I have no ill will towards you or your forces."

"Really?" Kloya asked in confusion, "What exactly are those wind beasts from the astral realm? Why were they given to my apprentice?"

“…That was what Teacher Wendy ordered.” Beren could only explain clearly: “He said that it was a gift for you, a shaman inheritance from the astral world.

This world is not the only one that can communicate with the winds of the astral world."

"Wendy."

"I know his name, but I'm sure I've never met him."

"Is it my grandfather?"

Although Kloya knew that he was popular and everyone loved him, but this person he had never met before... might be related to his grandfather.

The question is, is he really "his" grandfather, or the grandfather of the original owner, Croa?
But Belen shook his head: "It has nothing to do with anyone, it's just that you have met my teacher."

After he said this, he refused to say anything else.

Even though Kloya was staring at him closely, with the blazing light illuminating his wind-fixed death so brightly that it was almost impossible to hide, he refused to say even one more word.

So Croa did not force Beren anymore. He actually already had some ideas in his mind. Time... maybe not now but in the future?
He had once heard from Miya about the legend of the Time Dragon, a special dragon that could travel through the cracks of time, leaving behind different yet similar legends in the past, future, and present.

The Wendy poet who left his own legend in countless poems and travel notes is probably a powerful being that can appear at different times like the Time Dragon.

Time is so wonderful, but he cannot understand it now. The magic of time is close to the legendary level, and even ordinary legends are not qualified to learn it.

He breathed a sigh of relief.

He took out a bracelet from the storage space next to him and handed it to Beren: "Take this as my gift. I hope you can walk more easily in this world."

Beren looked down at the hand-woven bracelet and took several deep breaths before suppressing the surprise in his heart - this, this is the authority of the goddess of the underworld!
Among the many gods, only the god of death cannot be interfered with, because death itself transcends time, and no time can affect death.

This gift allows him to temporarily escape from the "protection" of the wind, giving him the power to allow a "dead" like him to walk on the earth.

He simply couldn't imagine what price his companions would pay in exchange for this thing if they knew of its existence - there was a huge difference between the protection of the wind and being able to walk freely.

He thanked her sincerely, "Thank you for the gift... Is there anything I can help you with?"

"Yes." Croa looked at him, "I want you to help me train some bards who can travel on the continent, who can protect themselves, and who can... steal intelligence."

In fact, he had long wanted to train a group of special personnel to conduct intelligence work, but the implementation of the Orphan Plan was not smooth - they were able to obtain some information, but the real high-level information was completely unavailable.

After all, I am just hanging out in the circle of ordinary people, and there is really no way for me to get information from the top.

So far, the only channels he had obtained information from were the World of Warcraft, Magic Plant and Combat Pet Shop and the magic food shop frequented by ladies and young ladies.

Relying on these shops as well as some taverns and magic props stores that opened one after another, as well as the annual competition, he did get a lot of information.

If they followed the practices of other forces, they might specially train a group of women to seduce those stupid nobles in order to achieve their own goals.

This is a very common method. Rob has advised Chloë several times and said that if Chloë is unwilling, he can continue to work and be responsible for this matter.

But Cloya always felt a little uncomfortable, perhaps because he was being pretentious, so he never agreed to adopt this plan and instead planned to choose other methods.

The Bard is a good choice.

But the problem arises again. He has indeed learned a lot of music magic, and he also has a pretty good relationship with the elves. It should be easy to train a bard.

But the truth is... it's not as easy as imagined.

To travel across the entire continent requires great strength and power. Even for a bard, so far only members of Time and Wind can travel freely.

In the future, Kloya will be able to do it, but for now he can only find a way to cooperate with Shi Yufeng, hoping that his apprentices can see more of the world for him and get some information.

After hearing Cloya's request, Beren hesitated for a long time before nodding hesitantly: "I can personally agree to your request, but other companions may not, unless you can offer more..."

"No problem." Kloya recalled the goddess of the underworld and Mia who were still doing hard labor in the small plane and making bracelets every day, and waved his hand: "I can give a maximum of 100 places. This should be enough to exchange for your help, right?"

"But these special magic devices need to be charged in time. I hope we can cooperate happily?"

Transactions are inherently relative to both parties. When Croix needs Feng's complete training methods and reputation for bards, the other party will also need his bracelets that can make the dead walk on the ground.

Anyway, Kleha has made it clear that he can use these bracelets as he pleases. For this goddess, it doesn't matter if she lets go of one or drives away a group of them - she is confident that Kloya will not use them to do anything that will embarrass her.

The authority that is invaluable to others is just a blind eye to the goddess.

After all, Croa could help Him alleviate the precarious situation of the River of the Underworld. This was such a help to Him that He was even willing to cause trouble for the God of Light and the Mother Goddess of the Earth for Croa.

For example, when believers die, they increase the attraction of the underworld, and when bishops want to perform resurrection spells, they are not given the authority, which causes the number of newborns in the parishes of light and earth to decrease...

These are all within His authority. If there is any obstruction, it will cause them great pain - as for causing trouble, there are only Him and His subordinate gods in the vast underworld, and it cannot be done by relying on connections.

When Beren heard the one hundred places, he felt like he was hit on the head by a huge piece of iron. He was stunned for a long time before he swallowed hard and agreed on the spot.

“May our cooperation last like the wind until the end of time.”

Kloya nodded with satisfaction, and then asked Semir to discuss the specific matters with him - he only needed to make a decision, and leave the rest of the complicated matters to his subordinates.

If you want to be a hands-off boss, you have to train subordinates.

After sending Beren away, he looked at the hidden Deimos and asked, "I want to steal His authority, the authority of war. Do you think the Church of the God of War will support me?"

"I heard that the God of War is actually the patron saint of half-orcs and real orcs. In terms of the breadth of belief, he should be much more popular than the Father of Light, right?"

Deimos immediately replied, "The concept of war is indeed very broad. For example, I am actually in control of the 'War of Light' under the authority of the Father of Light. As long as we are the righteous side that the vast majority of people believe in, my divine power will increase."

"But what the God of War Tan Cersei controls is actually the power of war that is close to order, and also part of it... the favor of fate."

Even a war god like him would find the word "fate" incomprehensible and even a little fearful - no god dares to provoke the goddess of luck and misfortune.

"A war of order." Croa pondered, "Then He probably doesn't want to see this kind of chaos right? What would happen if a hero who could stop the unjust war between the Church of Light and Mother Earth suddenly appeared at this time?"

"..."

Deimos thought carefully for a while before answering, "The Holy See of Light and the Church of Mother Earth will definitely do their best to strangle him, but if he can indeed do it, he should get help from more than one god."

"The current chaotic situation is a huge problem for the churches of other gods."

"But how exactly do you intend to steal power?"

Hearing His answer, Croa smiled with satisfaction, but did not answer His question.

"Chaos always gives birth to heroes who shine like meteors, and heroes also give birth to epic poems that will be passed down. Heroes and bards are simply a perfect match."

At this moment, he was like a child who had found a toy, with a smile in his eyes as bright as a spring - he really remembered something that happened a long time ago.

That was before he traveled through time. He would see those websites asking what would happen if someone could make his subordinates eat such and such food every day?
Now I can finally try it out.

But who should this hero choose?

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