Creating a Sandbox World

What is missing?

Standing in the room for a moment, he paused for a while, and when he saw the dial of the alarm clock, he suddenly realized: It's already afternoon, and Huaxi doesn't seem to have asked him to eat yet.

There was no movement in the kitchen or next door.

"Where is the person?" Out of curiosity, Lin Tuo went out and walked towards the next room, instead of entering the door, he leaned on the window and looked in.

Then his face became a little helpless.

In March, the temperature had already picked up, and Huaxi was successful in cultivation, and she was not afraid of the cold. At this time, she was lying sideways on the bed with the quilt thrown away, and she was sleeping soundly.

The two legs held the crystal ball like a doll, inside the ball, Hathaway also looked dead asleep.

"Uh, it seems that the 'side effect' of absorbing spirituality is greater than expected." Lin Tuo looked back silently, thinking about it, it's not surprising.

Hathaway didn't talk about it, and directly swallowed the source of spirituality, which was difficult to digest normally. As for Huaxi, who was still in the quenching state, his digestion ability was naturally difficult to compare with him.

Shaking his head, Lin Tuo had no choice but to go to the kitchen by himself, heated up the leftovers from the last meal, and ordered a handful of dried noodles by the way.

When picking noodles with chopsticks, he himself finds it interesting.

If those extraordinary people in sandbox No. 5 knew what their respected archangel was doing, I don't know what kind of expression it would be.

...

half an hour later.

After solving the lunch problem, Lin Tuo returned to the sand table, ready to solve the promised wishes, and by the way, recovered some ether in his body through collection.

At this moment, the continent around the continent is at noon, the sun is shining brightly, the mountains, rivers, forests and vegetation are picturesque.

Lin Tuo turned his gaze to the north, and the earth unfolded immediately, revealing the desert in the southwest of the Elven King's Court. After thinking for a while, he lowered his hands, grabbed the desert with one hand, and caught the cloud with the other.

...

In the north, on the edge of the Evernight Forest and the desert, a neutral outpost sits on a giant tree.

It's a pity that with the erosion of desertification, this extremely old tree is about to wither, and the remaining green is also weak.

"The tribe's latest order, within three months at the latest, we must move to a new outpost. Here, there is no longer any way to keep people, and there is no need to defend."

When a low-level Extraordinary officer held the document delivered by the druid courier, summoned the few remaining colleagues in this guard, and read out this order, the atmosphere in the room suddenly became gloomy.

"Are you really leaving?" an elf asked, and after getting an affirmative answer from the captain, his ears drooped visibly.

"I knew I could stay here for a short time, but sooner or later, I'm really reluctant," another elf said in a complicated tone, and couldn't help turning around to look out the window, looking at the pervasive yellow sand:

"The desert is getting bigger and bigger. How many times has the line of defense been shrunk? According to this speed, we may have to go to the tribal capital to garrison in another thousand years."

"Hilton, don't you think this joke is cold?"

"The key is staleness. She has said this joke at least a thousand times in the past fifty years!"

Several elves were depressed and authentic.

The captain said:

"Okay, isn't this all expected a long time ago, we just need to guard the last shift. In fact, you don't have to worry too much, the tribe has been working hard..."

"What's the use of hard work? Can it stop more and more yellow sand? Fewer and fewer forests?" Hilton said, "Unless the miracles recorded in history reappear!

Ha, speaking of this, I know that the high priest has been cultivating wishers... and has been using wishers to try to make wishes and get feedback from the gods, but what happened?

What is the use?

I think humans are much more pragmatic in this regard,

You won't pin your hopes on a useless 'Wisher'! "

"Okay!" The captain scolded, and was about to say something.

Suddenly, a loud noise appeared, the earth trembled suddenly, and even the wooden houses of the entire outpost creaked.

"What's going on? Is it a sandstorm?"

"what happened?"

The discussion was interrupted, one by one heads poked out from the window of the tree house, and then the group of sentinels saw an unimaginable scene:

The yellow sand rolls back.

The boundless sand is like a river, gathering into strands, flowing backwards towards the sky, not knowing where to go.

At the same time, countless dark clouds gathered, and the torrential rain fell, submerging the entire world within a few seconds.

Only the elves standing in the outpost were left in a daze. After a while, the captain woke up first and said:

"You wait, I will go to the druid messenger and inform the high priest!"

Before he finished speaking, he had already started his "charge" and turned into a wisp of smoke and rushed out the door. At this moment, they all understood what happened.

miracle! The miracle reappears!

...

"Great chief!" The orc king's court, on the mountain where the mountaintop temple is located, the orc temple guard here hurriedly saluted when he saw Creus.

There was some doubt in his eyes.

The "Mountaintop Temple", as the name suggests, is built on the basis of a statue standing on the top of the mountain.

Due to the inconvenience of traffic and the fact that there is a statue of a god at the foot of the mountain nearby, it is not the usual place of worship for the people of the royal court, and few people usually come here.

But today, the king of the orcs, Creus actually brought people here, which made Miao Zhu terrified, but also extremely curious.

"It's all right." Creus, who was two meters tall, with strong black hair and beastlike features on his tail, said, and immediately looked to the vast mountains in front of him, and waited quietly.

The "Temple on the Hill" is also the place with the highest view nearby.

He is waiting for the "Archangel" to make a move.

I want to witness with my own eyes how to turn mountains into fertile soil.

Coincidentally, at this moment, a strange howl suddenly came out from the western mountains, and the stacked gray clouds suddenly shattered!

As if being penetrated by some invisible but powerful force!

The next second, the earth trembled, Creus widened his eyes in astonishment, and activated the "Eagle Eye Technique".

Then, the orc lord was horrified to see that the mountains in the distance were crushed, smoothed, and moved by that mighty and invisible force at this moment!

That force deliberately avoided the area where the orcs lived, and pulled it far away, so that the earthquake caused by it would not cause disaster if it spread here.

At the foot of the mountain, countless orcs rushed out of the city, looking blankly and terrified at the collapsed mountains in the west.

Behind him, Miao Zhu, who was the "Wish Master", fell to his knees with a plop, raised his hands excitedly, and shouted in his mouth:

"The sky is falling! The earth is sinking! God's grace! Fertile soil!"

In this miracle that only the "gods" can create, the countless barren hills were easily "smoothed" and turned into plains, watered by heavenly water.

Cangshan turned into fertile fields.

...

Just this afternoon, different "miracles" appeared successively in the northern elf tribe, the western orc territory, and the two great human empires, causing countless people to leave their homes and worship in horror.

And each of those miracles precisely addressed the most pressing desire for survival of generations of beings everywhere.

It is also a "prayer" made many times by many wish teachers in the past many years.

"The miracle reappears! The miracle reappears!"

In the streets and alleys, similar voices are everywhere.

The vast majority of people in this world don't know that just last night, the top powerhouses of various races won the "jihad" victory.

Even many officials, Extraordinary, don't know anything about it.

Even most of the powerhouses who had actually participated in the "jihad" did not know the specific details of the ensuing miracles, and only had guesses.

The high-level executives of all ethnic groups obviously did not reveal their thoughts, and even tacitly attributed this collective "miracle" covering all ethnic groups to the prayers of the "Wishers" over the past many years.

So, people suddenly realized that, in their view, this is undoubtedly a very logical explanation... They don't know the existence of jihad, but they know the existence of "Wisher".

Many of them also know that the ability of the "Wish Master" is to communicate with the gods and make wishes, and there is a probability that they will come true in "a few years".

"So, today's miracle, and even the manifestation of the power of the wish-makers of the past? Their prayers have received unified feedback from the gods?"

"It turns out that the power of the 'Wisher' is real?"

At this moment, countless people were shocked.

In their original cognition, the Wish Master is really not a sequence path, but after seeing many miracles today, they finally realized that the power of the "Wish Master" is not reflected in the spells, but in other things.

In the face of so many powers that can be said to change the world, even the legendary ninth-level sequence powerhouse, what is it?

From this perspective, perhaps, "Wisher" is the most powerful existence among the fourteen sequence paths.

...

gods.

In a certain courtyard, Ke Lan stood quietly in the courtyard after recuperating, looking at the delicate flower tree in the garden - the heavy rain last night finally ended at this moment.

The afternoon sun shone, and the whole world seemed to be shining brightly.

"So, now the whole god is chasing after the 'Wisher'?" Ke Lan looked away, looking at the groom and attendant who was standing beside him after finishing his report.

"Yes, Your Highness, no one dares to underestimate this way anymore!" the attendant said excitedly.

"Oh." Ke Lan's expression was unexpectedly flat.

"Your Highness..." The attendant was stunned for a moment. He always felt that His Highness had changed a lot since fighting last night, but he wisely didn't ask any questions, and instead said:

"By the way, you said earlier that you would go to the temple to pray in the afternoon, so I'll prepare the car right now?"

After a long silence, Ke Lan suddenly shook his head:

"No, I'm a little tired today, so I won't go."

"Ah, good." The attendant retreated with a dazed expression.

After he left, Ke Lan tightened his collar, and unfolded the letter from the high priest from his arms, which said that he could go to the temple and make a "special wish".

Originally, he had already prepared his wish, that is, to ask the "God" or the "Archangel" to help him change his path and change his identity as a "Wisher"...to become truly extraordinary.

But... Just now, he changed his mind.

"Tear it up." After tearing up the letter casually, Ke Lan yawned lazily, then turned and walked towards the bedroom:

"Perhaps, it's not bad to be an idle 'Wish Master'."

...

From the mountain, the study room.

Raising his hand and pressing on the "Xinghai Server", Lin Tuo waited for a long time, but he didn't wait for the "special prayer" from the "wishers" who made great contributions.

"Tsk," withdrew his hand helplessly, Lin Tuo looked at the Sand Table Continent in front of him, a little puzzled, "Did I forget, or did I think about it? Is it possible to abstain?"

It's three o'clock in the morning, try anti-theft, I hope it won't hurt night owls, I'm sorry, I'll replace it when the pirated version is updated, I hope it won't take too long, the number of texts is only a lot, blah blah.