My mythical world

"In "All Worlds: World Tree", the war of the three realms ended. The resistance force led by the human king Locke won the final victory. The rule of the old gods was overthrown, and the supreme god Cook was born.

The Warring States Period that lasted for five hundred years has come to an end, and the world of Hill has entered the Silver Age. Heroes are vying for the title of god, each based on his own ability. Maybe the next protagonist will be you.

——Producer: God”

Although the announcement was short, everyone discovered it immediately. After reading it carefully, they did not want to let go of the revealed information. There were also Chinese class representatives who could extend the "two jujube trees" in reading comprehension to the author's psychology and family. The master who finally spread to the dark old society.

However, it still seems to be such a simple description, and it does not change just because you read it a few times. On the contrary, the words become more unfamiliar.

".It's that simple and you don't want to recruit new people?"

Everyone lamented that the style was still as simple as ever, and they were still discussing the current situation in the new era.

In the Great World of Hill, Ning Tianjiao led the dwarf master out of the realm and climbed up again. When the long-lost ray of sunshine shone on his cheeks, he couldn't help but close his eyes and open his arms to embrace it all.

The other dwarves also kept cheering, and behind them many dark races followed secretly.

The Frost Giant King fell, and although the Titans were leaderless, they signed a peace covenant with the Human King before the war, and now the Supreme God who succeeded the Human King has fulfilled his promise.

All walks of life were able to communicate with each other unimpeded, and the needed supplies were exchanged with each other. In addition, after a super war, all walks of life were prosperous, and world trade routes were continuously opened up, and they became prosperous in a short period of time.

The Titans, who were granted the status of "Righteous Warriors" by the Supreme God, can also participate in the construction of the world. They have gained a lot of strength in the clan. They are no longer just in charge of fighting and destruction as in the past, but participate in the construction of the world. world development.

Even the fertility situation in the tribe has improved a lot, and the happy Titans are smiling like a hill.

"This time we will definitely be able to show off our ambitions." Ning Tianjiao confidently said to the volcano dwarves following him while carrying a sledgehammer.

Now that all wastes are rising, they are needed most for the rejuvenation of the world, and everything in the newly born divine realm is empty. This is the best era.

"It would be better if there is good wine to drink. I heard that human wine-making technology has now surpassed that of the elves. This time I will drink at the Atrium Tavern for three days and three nights."

The mighty dwarf brigade climbed up, each one full of vigor and hope for the future. The old gods were gone, and there were no longer any difficulties that hindered the development of the world.

Rumble.

After the tide receded, construction was in full swing on the messy land, with ordinary people and even strong men working with smiles on their faces.

The silt left behind after the sea water receded was extremely fertile, and a number of crops could be grown. The farmers were happy.

The city-states that had been destroyed and burned due to the war also began to be rebuilt. People from all directions continued to pour in, and the land was filled with new opportunities.

"The world does not need slaves. Everyone is equal. We are born free. If slaves are liberated, then there will be more productivity in the world."

In the ancient city that is constantly under construction, a solemnly dressed young man is giving a speech while holding aloft a speech script. Below, his team is handing out leaflets with gifts such as wheat and fruits.

More and more people gathered in the audience, especially the slaves and farmers, who had the largest number of people, listened the most carefully and even forgot to take the gifts.

They are at the bottom of the world, doing the most tiring work, eating the hardest food, and living like a pig or a dog. Now that someone is speaking out for them, it will naturally attract their attention.

"Why does it sound familiar?" A middle-aged man who had read a lot of books in the audience asked curiously.

"Hey, it's not a surprise. The content of his speech was hundreds of years ago, before the Sumerian dynasty was established. The distant city-state leader Xilin once said it, and it was also recorded in his personal biography, Now it’s just re-fried rice.”

“But it didn’t work out back then, and I really can’t say for sure now.”

The discussants shook their heads. No one could be sure until the end. The impact of the slave policy was too far-reaching. The stubborn slave owners who fought back were all well-known and strong men, and the benefits and risks were both there.

In the center of the city, the once holy and glorious white church has been overthrown, and schools and martial arts fields have been built on its old site. However, religion has not disappeared. As long as people still want something to put their faith in, it will last forever, throughout the whole world. human history.

Heroes and epic masters who survived the War of the Three Realms participated in the construction. Not all of them were saints, and they also had selfish motives.

When the Divine Realm was born, except for the Supreme God who held the throne, there was no one in other divine positions. Only enough people needed to have devout faith and leave great achievements in the world, then they could ascend to the divine throne.

After the disaster, the light was restored, and everyone was filled with smiles that had survived the disaster. The whole land was glowing with new opportunities, and there were strong people running around in the city that was constantly being built.

When the volcano dwarves led by Ning Tianjiao arrived, it caused a sensation in the courtyard, and many people welcomed them warmly.

He is the god of forging who has forged many artifacts, and even the Savior was forged by him. This achievement alone is enough to make him famous in history books.

Amid the lively welcome of everyone, Ning Tianjiao led the dwarves to the Volcano Guild and was responsible for forging various livelihood tools in the atrium. After the war, various technologies will naturally improve life.

Ning Tianjiao also saw the tall statue of Locke in the square in the center of the city. He was wearing a savior armor and standing in the center of the earth. The armor helmet was held in his hands and his eyes were looking far ahead, as if he was looking forward to the future of freedom.

Along the street, the sound of children laughing and chasing each other could be heard, and teenagers began to approach the school to learn various skills they were interested in.

"Locke, Hill will never forget you. Your story will be read by thousands of families." Ning Tianjiao seemed to think of the fearless young man he met in the kingdom of giants. Although heroes have passed away, history will eventually remember them.

Tick ​​tock, someone on the forum sent him a private message. Ning Tianjiao instantly went offline. Only Obi added his friend to the private message.

In the tavern, people were drinking glasses of wine and a grand celebration was being held. Rough men were holding their glasses high and drinking turbid ale. In the corner of the tavern, two men were talking.

"Your body?" Ning Tianjiao looked curiously at Obi, who did not look like a human but looked very similar to an elf.

"The last time I failed to snipe at the God King, the Green Jade Meteor God Bow saved me once, but my body collapsed. I have long wanted to be reincarnated as an elf. This time it just strengthened my determination. From now on, I will be an elf." Ao Bee replied with a smile.

Ning Tianjiao's face looked a little weird. If this was really a game, Obi was probably changing jobs, but he didn't know if there was any gain.

In any case, he still survived the catastrophe, but Haruka Kusaka, who was a war reporter, was still missing.

Thinking of this, Ning Tianjiao asked: "How is Yaoyao?"

Obi's face looked a little heavy, "It's very critical. There are only a few days left."

Hearing the news about another companion, Ning Tianjiao's joyous mood dimmed. He was saddened by the rabbit's death and the fox's sorrow. The top ten players of that year were all dead and injured. If Kusaka Haruka left the game again, only the two of them would be left.

Obi looked around at the festive scene and suddenly said: "I'm afraid you will become a god soon."

Ning Tianjiao nodded, not surprised that he could guess it.

There are dangers and opportunities in a catastrophe, otherwise there would not be so many strong people taking the initiative to participate. Obi also received feedback from the world, as well as the faith and blessings in the hearts of all living beings.

Obi looked at Ning Tianjiao meaningfully and said with emotion:

"A long, long time ago, I was in the city lord's palace in Boulder City, talking to the most powerful player Xilin at that time. At that time, you were the most inconspicuous among us.

Who would have thought that after a thousand years, you would be the one who has traveled the farthest. This time, I am afraid you will be able to compete for the position of Lord God. Your path is clear. "

Ning Tianjiao didn't comment, he just picked up his glass and drank. His success was also due to luck, which was inseparable from his determination and the hundreds of years of dormancy in the darkness.

He once doubted himself. Working so hard in the game was even harder than in reality. Was it all worth it?

It is better to choose to return to the atrium and become a wealthy businessman, and live up to the secret of Second Life.

However, seeing the happy faces of his dwarf friends beside him, and the other companions struggling hard in an attempt to win the secret in the World Tree, he still gritted his teeth and chose to persevere.

The edge of a sword comes from sharpening, and the fragrance of plum blossoms comes from the bitter cold.

Today, the master blacksmith Ning Tianjiao is famous in the five worlds. The savior he forged has made great contributions and is respected by everyone in the courtyard. Among the most popular gifts for children is his small savior toy.

There is a special chapter in the Hill Calendar to record his story, praising the blacksmith for his silent contribution to the rear during the War of the Three Realms. He stayed awake for a month in a row, urgently maintaining various artifacts.

All the surviving heroes and kings paid him three respects.

"Success is hard-won, but I don't know if you will get the game reward on the day you become a god." Obi said curiously.

"Who can say for sure? It all depends on the producer's mood." Ning Tianjiao said strangely as he picked up his wine glass.

"I talked to Silin once about whether he saw this game as real life, and he said yes.

After a hundred years of vicissitudes of life, I have long regarded my stay on earth as a stop. Perhaps the Forest of Elves is my final destination. "Obi said while taking a sip of sake.

"Haha, me too."

Ning Tianjiao smiled without any pretense: "No matter who has stayed in another world for hundreds of years, he will definitely regard it as the real world. The Earth and Hill are intertwined and do not conflict. We can choose between them. Advance together.”

"You are very tolerant." Obi finished his wine glass, and the two of them walked out of the lively tavern, intending to see their companion off for the last time.

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The grass is green, the birds are singing and the flowers are fragrant. From time to time, the Wind Demon Rabbit is jumping around. Under a lush tree, a pale girl is leaning under the tree. On her lap, only the hilt and scabbard of the sword are still lying quietly. Excalibur.

The two people walking towards her greeted her, and Kusaka Haruka turned her head and smiled at them.

"How about it?"

"What else can I do? I'm about to leave."

Rixiayao replied with a smile, a hint of regret on his light face.

“Originally, I just wanted to be a witness to history, but when faced with a critical moment, I couldn’t help but draw my sword. I think this should be the spirit engraved deep in my soul.

When encountering a strong enemy, whether or not to die is one thing, but whether or not you dare to draw your sword is another matter. It's just a pity that I died on the eve of the new era. Life is always full of regrets. "

"You are very open-minded." Ning Tianjiao laughed for a moment.

Obi, who was standing tall on the other side, also nodded in agreement. Most people would lose their mentality long ago after losing such a secret, but it is not ordinary people who can enter here.

"Anyway, I've earned a few hundred extra hundred years of life experience. I just happen to go back and inherit the dojo and train those little brats properly." Kusaka Haruka said with a raised eyebrow.

The two of them burst out laughing. It seems that if they can't play the game well, they will go home to inherit the family property.

Amidst the laughter and joy, the three of them looked at the bustling crowd in the distance and suddenly fell silent.

The breeze blew the corners of their clothes. Obi and Ning Tianjiao looked back. The girl under the tree was gone, leaving only the broken sword.

Obi put away Kusaka Haruka's clothes with mixed feelings. The two dug a pit under the tree and buried it. Ning Tianjiao pointed and engraved on the stone tablet, "Tomb of the Unknown Female Sword Saint".

Click.

Obi and Ning Tianjiao clapped their hands, and the dust flew. The two turned their backs and left in opposite directions, and waved their hands behind them.

One was going to the Elf Forest to continue reincarnating as an elf and wanted to become the God of Elves, and the other was going to participate in the construction of the new era and wanted to become the God of Craftsmen.

Rumble.

With the advent of a new era, the glory of the once invincible gods has been buried. Now the incomplete old gods are fleeing like stray dogs, and the old god forces headed by the god of fire Hephes are stirring up trouble, trying to become the gods of the new era again.

However, there is no need for the Supreme God to take action personally. The remaining heroes and the darlings of the new era began to encircle and suppress.

In the city, there are dwarves, tree people, and even psychic monsters communicating peacefully and enforcing the law. There are also heroes who have begun to walk out of their own cultivation path.

Big things happen every day on the continent. The rule of the church collapses, and humans fall into division again. After a long separation, there will be unity, and after a long unity, there will be separation. Everyone knows that the king hero who can reunite all mankind will be able to successfully become a god.

The heroes rubbed their hands and began to fight for hegemony, but this time was different from the last era. There was no gods playing with all living beings as chess pieces.

On the earth, Neon Country, the girl woke up from the bed in vain. For a moment, she felt a little lost. She moved her bones and creaked like a rusty iron block.

The girl clenched her fists, her clear eyes were firm, and she planned not to be affected by the experience in another world.

She opened the door, picked up her favorite wooden sword happily, said hello to her mother, put on her shoes and ran to her grandfather's dojo

"This time I have gained a lot."

Jiang Ping exhaled a breath of turbid air and got up from the bed. At this time, he was radiant and energetic, and his eyes shot out a stream of light from time to time.

The Hill Tribulation ended, and the results accumulated for thousands of years were harvested. Another batch of energy was fed back to the account. Jiang Ping, who had been hungry for a long time, was full, and all the cells in his body were excited.

He could feel that his soul was full and he could already split out the second soul. With the help of Genesis, he naturally made plans long ago.

The project of "The Creator God of Light" can be put on the agenda. It would be fine to forcibly cut out the clone of the Creator God now.

However, Jiang Ping saw that the Conferred God Tribulation was getting more and more intense, so he simply waited until the Conferred God Tribulation was over, and he could harvest another batch of energy and points to break through in the best state. And if you have enough points, you will be more confident in creating a new world when the time comes, unlike before when you were stretched to the limit and had to go all in every time.