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

Chapter 282 282. Magic Potion Elf, Rainbow Swordsmanship

The flowing river water wrapped around the light, as if it was layered, with water on the upper layer and light on the lower layer.

The light showed a vibrant green color.

It shuttled through the river, and seemed to be absorbing something to continue to become stronger.

"Is this successful?" Kloya was a little unsure, and asked Oak: "This is too fast."

Oak thought: "I heard that when I was still on the boat, water magic can produce the most elves because of its special nature.

It is said that the magic potion born from the Negative Light River is actually a water elf without spirituality.

The power of the elves will automatically aggregate the medicinal properties emitted by different magic plants, and eventually become a usable magic potion."

It is really this effect. The elves use elves as a means to make special magic potions.

That means eating these magic potions is equivalent to eating an elf directly, no wonder the effect is so good.

Many legends have a plot in which a poor boy accidentally received a gift from an elf, and then suddenly took off and obtained a title.

However, hearing this, Cloya couldn't help but frown: "So this potion is actually the body of an elf?"

There are many elves in the North now, and he regards the elves as independent lives. As a result, the effect of the Negative Light River is to create the body of an elf as a potion.

I suddenly felt an indescribable feeling.

"Yes." Oak spread his hands helplessly: "Although the Negative Light River can create the body of an elf, it cannot give so much spirituality."

"Elves are difficult to be born."

"That is to say, my friend, you have arranged so many magic circles in the North, and you use the sound of the piano to nourish them from time to time, so that so many can come out."

After saying that, it paused and comforted Cloya: "Without the birth of spirituality, they are actually just a group of special potions.

My friend, you don't have to pity them too much."

Pity?

Cloya thinks there are, but not so many. After all, without complete spirituality, it cannot be called "life" even in mysticism.

What he is thinking about now is whether the soul can be created through spirituality, and what is the essential difference between spirituality and soul?

Powerful wizards can create souls. This point has appeared frequently since he started reading the classics.

But the question is: How powerful a wizard is needed?

Is it a recognized 12th-level great magician who can leave this world, or an 18th-level legendary wizard?

He is now a 6th-level great magician, and can learn some magic involving the soul. He has "The Poem of Rainbow" and Eden, and cheats such as the Void Moon God Tree. His progress can be said to be rapid.

So he has been thinking about the relationship between spirituality and soul.

——Can a soul be born with enough spiritual accumulation?

He once created a special golem, and that thing has a complete soul. But for some reason, he still hasn't figured it out.

There are not even classics for him to learn these things, and the classics involving the soul are extremely expensive.

After a brief thought, he sighed slightly and decided to solve the matter in front of him first.

"Friend Oak."

"You know I'm studying the god Moss."

"His soul has been fluctuating abnormally recently, and the spirituality is even more terrifying. If I inject these spiritualities into its body, will there be some changes?"

He pointed to the light flowing in the river.

"..." Oak was stunned. It had never thought that Cloya would have such an idea.

But after thinking about it carefully, it seemed feasible.

It replied: "You can try."

"Let the druids do it. I know there is a special magic in the elves, which relies on druids to cultivate the spirituality of natural elves."

"I can teach them."

Cloya nodded: "Of course they should do it."

"I will provide spirituality, and I'll trouble you with the rest."

He gently spread his palm, and the magic pattern surged in his palm, forming a platinum-colored ring shape, and the inside of the ring was surrounded by space magic.

This is the space magic he modified through the space folding array of the Ark.

The original effect of this magic is just to open a space crack and get something at a designated location, but after the improvement of the Ark's array, the stability of the space has become extremely exaggerated.

Even if you throw it for fun, the magic inside will not riot.

According to Kroya's estimation, even if he is outside the North, he can directly get the things in the Mage Tower with the help of the Tower Spirit.

If he continues to study, he should be able to form a stable space portal. At that time, he can open the door to go anywhere he wants.

But now this thing is just a way for him to get things.

"Come out."

A fountain-like light mist gushed out from the platinum ring, carrying the power of holiness and light, and it filled the surroundings in an instant.

"Deimos's spirituality..."

"So many?" Oak was surprised: "These spiritualities are close to the legendary level, right? He is a messenger of God, and he should be legendary on earth."

Generally speaking, the messengers of gods who descend to the material world are all legendary, because if they are too strong, they will be instinctively rejected by the world.

It is only because they possess special abilities bestowed by the gods that they are able to exert a certain degree of suppression on the legends.

Of course, the legend here is just a weak legend, the legend of level 18.

After the legend, each level is an extremely exaggerated improvement. If it reaches level 20 or above, it is not certain who will be the winner.

So, theoretically, it is impossible to have such exaggerated spirituality.

Kloya explained: "This is what I mentioned to you. His spirituality is increasing rapidly. It seems that something is providing spirituality to Him."

"I want to use up these extra spiritualities, otherwise I will encounter some difficult problems sooner or later."

"I suspect that there is a war somewhere, and the Holy See of Light is trying to recall their envoys."

Oak nodded in agreement: "The source of the power of the war envoy is actually war. The more heroic the war, the better it is for Him.

Seven years have passed, and they must find a way to recall the envoy. My friend, you must be more cautious.

If they find out that the envoy is with you...

The Holy See of Light's war capabilities are very terrifying. They once launched a holy war to conquer the orcs alone, making the orcs almost become history."

Kloya is of course aware of its reminders and concerns.

That's why he has to speed up the process of turning the envoy into his subordinates, so as to ensure that the other party will not be recalled, and even help him get some information from the Holy See of Light.

"I understand."

Kroya nodded and waved his hand, compressing the overflowing spirituality into gems and handing them to Oak.

"Go out. If I go out, it will cause more serious turmoil. I'll trouble you to teach those druids."

"Okay." Oak took a pile of gems, walked out of the magic barrier formed by irises, and began to teach magic to those druids.

In fact, this magic is not difficult. After all, guiding the spirituality of nature is basically a basic skill for druids, especially these special druids.

So it took only two hours for them to learn it all, and then each of them held a spiritual gem and began to cast magic.

The gentle breeze and rain entangled the gems, flexibly and accurately taking away the spirituality inside, brushing over the grass and trees in the garden and the jumping elves, and finally converging into the stream.

Obviously, this is a process of purification and filtration.

The magic power of light that belonged to God and made Most special was quickly decomposed by the power of nature, and finally only pure spirituality was left, which fell into the stream with raindrops and merged into the light.

The light was beating in the stream like a heart, greedily and happily absorbing spirituality.

It itself has the potential to become an elf, but it cannot completely possess spirituality due to the environment. Now that the defect has been made up, it is a natural thing to become an elf.

It flows in the stream, passing through a magic circle composed of various magic plants along the way, and finally when it is about to flow into the pool through a slope-

"Boom!"

A strange sound sounded.

Then, the light jumped directly from the stream, and was kneaded by invisible hands in the air like plasticine.

Finally, it became... a shield.

To be precise, it should be an extremely gorgeous shield, and the shape should be that kind of small round shield, but the shield is outlined with golden patterns, and even has some translucent crystal texture.

It is just like a work of art placed in the collection room of aristocrats.

Kloya blinked in the distance: "This is also an elf, a shield elf?"

"What is the effect of this potion?"

He suddenly became very curious. Although he and Oak planned and built this magic circle together, it was still unknown what kind of potion it could produce.

At most, he could only infer it from the magic plants planted and the magic power emitted by the elves.

——His doubts were soon answered.

The shield-like potion elf had just been born, full of curiosity about the world, dragging streams of light around.

Every time it touched the magic plants and grass on the ground, a layer of light curtain composed of small shields would form on the latter's body.

Just a glance, Kloya understood.

"Dispel and protect."

"Hmm... is it from the white roses in it?"

"There should be Shuter grass."

"Is it because the magic power of the angel of light is taking effect, so the abilities of these two magic plants are chosen as the main ones?"

Both effects are good, but the question is how strong they can be. This is the first time that the Beggar's version of the Negative Light River has created a potion.

He decided to test it carefully.

...

Knight training ground.

After Kroya handed over the garden and the Fountain of Life production line to Oak, he came here and planned to test it here.

Although it is a training ground, there are of course bumps and bruises in daily life. As a warrior... How can you say you are a warrior without bleeding, losing flesh and sweating?

There is a complete medical team on standby here for a long time, in order to avoid leaving difficult-to-heal injuries during the fight that affect the future.

So the best place to test purification and protection is here.

When Kroya came over, no one found him.

The apprentices were still sweating on the special soft metal training ground, practicing against each other one by one, running, stabbing...

To be honest, Kroya would be a little excited every time he saw this scene - he did not discriminate against warriors, on the contrary, he was quite interested.

Maybe every mage has a dream of close combat.

He once used a gopher harp as a blunt weapon to smash a shark's head in the sea, and was complained about by the gopher harp for a long time.

As a sixth-level mage, elements flow in his body, and the power of "Rainbow Poetry" strengthens his body to the maximum.

Although he usually wears a Phoebus robe and looks like a weak mage, if he really fights with a warrior of the same level, it is hard to say who will win or lose.

Looking at the apprentices fighting passionately, he had some bad thoughts in his heart and muttered to himself:

"Should I find someone to bully?"

I don't know if his voice was heard by a legendary mage passing by. Baron Kemoye, who was practicing with a long sword and forcing three or four apprentices to retreat in the distance, found him.

"Sir Cloya!"

Baron, oh no, the earl's eyes lit up and he walked over with a sword.

But when he was about to approach Croa, he saw the former smile slightly, and suddenly felt his scalp tingling.

Then, he suddenly had a layer of dense silver-white crystal shields on his body, and the next moment, he was attacked like a storm-

The apprentices widened their eyes, and they saw that their beloved lord had an ordinary long sword in his hand.

The long sword was so light in the hands of the mage that it seemed to be non-existent. The surface of the sword reflected colorful light, and the sword slashed at the earl like an endless rainbow light.

The earl, who was invincible in the training field, had no room to fight back under such a violent and elegant attack, and could only retreat in embarrassment.

"Is that the Lord?"

"The Lord can actually use swordsmanship?"

"He forced the Earl teacher to retreat again and again!"

The surprised apprentices started to talk, and people from farther away also rushed over after hearing the news, quickly forming a circle around them and watching the one-sided beating.

This is really a rare spectacle.

Their elegant and mysterious wizard actually used a sword!

And this swordsmanship is particularly exquisite and mysterious. They were simply fascinated by it and wished they had more eyes.

Compared to the excited apprentices, Earl Kemoye was in great pain. He felt that Kloya didn't use any special magic at all.

It was just simply using this exquisite swordsmanship and magic to fight him head-on, but the light curtain formed by the magic sword was like the all-pervasive sunlight, so he could only passively take the beating.

What made him even more horrified was that he had learned this swordsmanship before.

It was the light swordsmanship in his book "Miracle of Light". In the former church system, it was considered the most basic swordsmanship.

Simply put, it was to use magic to form light that could cut off evil, and it also had certain special effects of breaking magic and armor.

The original swordsmanship of the Church of Light naturally had very exaggerated sound and light effects. When the sword was swung, it was like a ball of light, which could blind some enemies.

But what was this, Croa?

Others were balls of light, and you turned directly into the sun and rainbow?

What he couldn't understand the most was that this light had a suppressive effect on the thorns of justice in his body.

If this continued, he would definitely be beaten like a ball and "exploded", which was absolutely not acceptable.

So he took a half step back and took out the nearly legendary knight sword given to him by his ancestors from the space ring.

"Hah!"

With the help of the knight sword, he barely persisted in the all-pervasive rainbow light for... three seconds.

After seeing him take out the knight's sword, Croa unceremoniously increased the release of magic power, and the already gorgeous and dazzling rainbow light became even more brilliant like a rainbow falling to the ground.

This time, Count Kemoye could not hold on any longer.

Three seconds later, accompanied by a "crack" sound of breaking, Croa's sword fell in front of him, pointing directly at his throat.

If this was on the battlefield, he would have been dead.

"I give up!"

The count smiled helplessly, threw the knight's sword in his hand, and lay straight on the ground in a big letter shape, gasping for breath, and his face was full of sweat.

The whole person was just like being fished out of the water.

The apprentices watching the battle cheered--

"Lord Croa!"

"So strong!"

"Can you teach us!"

If they admired Croa's powerful magic and personality charm before, now they have completely become Croa's fans.

It turns out that their lord also knows this kind of swordsmanship!

Could it be that the master is the legendary "magic swordsman who practices both magic and magic"? Or a magic swordsman?

"Do you want to learn?"

Kloya threw the long sword in his hand casually. Although it was such an intense exercise, not only did his clothes not mess up, but he didn't even sweat a bit.

He looked at the excited apprentices and gestured to the small shield beside him - the latter immediately began to fly, and with powerful force, all the hundreds of apprentices present were shielded.

At this time, the apprentices didn't know what they were going to face, and everyone's face was full of joy and excitement.

"I want to learn!" They answered in unison.

"Okay." Kloya smiled slightly.

Before they could be happy.

A teleportation portal suddenly appeared behind Kloya, and a team of sunflowers appeared in it with roots in an orderly manner.

Each sunflower held a shining crystal sword, which reflected colorful light.

Standing in front of the Sunflower Swordsman Corps, Kroya smiled and said, "This is the rainbow sword I want to teach you. You can learn it as long as you can beat my sunflowers."

"Now... please be serious."

"You won't die, but it will hurt."

As soon as the mage finished speaking, the sunflower swordsmen behind him stepped on their flat roots and rushed over with crystal swords.

Like a rainbow storm, it swept into the team of apprentices and instantly chopped down several who didn't react.

"What is this!"

The other apprentices reacted and quickly formed a team to block it.

At this time, Kroya had already pulled Count Kemoye aside and found a place to sit down. While drinking tea and chatting, he watched the apprentices being "slaughtered" by the Sunflower Swordsman Corps.

The earl's eyes twitched wildly, and he couldn't help asking, "How did you learn this?"

"The Sword of Light, what is brighter than the light of the sun?"

Kloya answered casually and stopped talking, concentrating on watching the battle between the apprentices and the Sunflower Swordsmen.

The earl was stunned on the spot, staring blankly at the sun, then at Kloya-the Church can't use the light of the sun? You can use it?

He was once again shocked by Kloya's strength and mystery.

At this time, the battle in the distance had already begun.

You really don't say it, the power of the shield potion elf is really not weak, it can even block the attack of the Sunflower Swordsmen.

It even blocked his attack just now.

The strength of this defense alone is estimated to be level six or seven, and it really didn't waste the spirituality of Moss, who used so much free God.

It seems that I have to get more and get more elves in the future.

It doesn't cost money anyway, and I have to thank the Church for contributing so much spirituality to me.

I don't know where they started the war? Will it affect me?

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