My summons are weird

In the warm garden illuminated by the hazy warm sun, the sky is full of silver maples floating down, and each silver maple leaf reflects a charming and dazzling glow, as if to use light to wrap this quiet and peaceful small space into your arms. middle.

Looking at the man lying in her arms with nostalgia, Mao Jing raised her head, and when her eyes looked into the bright sky, the shadow of the silver maple that appeared from the void was fragmented.

Mao Jing sat up abruptly, wiped the fine sweat from his forehead, confirmed the ashes beside him, and clenched his fists.

"This is, the third time..."

She stopped talking, but gently stroked the urn, stared at the slightly bright sky, and embarked on her own journey with Laurent again.

This is a journey without a destination. Since she left Meila four years ago, she has started to decide the general route by rolling dice, leaving everything to fate. She once heard from Lu Yululu that when she was young, Vanessa wandered around in this way, leaving her own footprints all over the world.

Caressing the recently dead snake-human and human corpses on the ground, Mao Jing narrowed her eyes slightly. Her rich experience made her conclude that the two should be partners. He used the medicine powder he dropped to rescue his companion, but he was exhausted before he could crawl to his companion's side.

The breath of battle has not completely dissipated, Mao Jing watched the direction of the footprints, and took out the self-made dice and the corresponding map.

The dice landed, and the numbers coincided with the directions and footprints indicated in the map.

Mao Jing did not hesitate, and followed the guidance. When the sun gradually jumped out of the horizon, the hazy magic power gradually became stronger, and the trajectory of the magic power fluctuations changed.

After examining the corpse of a werewolf nailed to the tree, there was a noise in the grass not far from the cat thorn.

Concealing the aura and concealing the magic power, just like Mao Jing's speculation, this is a team of adventurers with tree spirits and flower demons. Relying on their natural racial talents in the mountains and forests, they can be elusive by joining forces.

Mao Jing just closed her eyes for the werewolf who was dying, and looked at the six-person team composed of humans, tree spirits, and flower demons. Miserable, I want him to rest in peace."

Speaking of which, Maojing showed the power of the grass and wood elements he condensed: "I'm still a healer, maybe you need my help?"

The dark dryad unconsciously took two steps forward. Before the other companions could stop him, Mao Jing sprinkled gentle healing light on the dryad. The dryad was wounded by some kind of magic, and the wound that could not heal no longer White juice dripped out, and it healed at a speed visible to the naked eye.

The six-member team looked at each other, and a flower demon took the initiative to say, "Thank you, the healer, for your help... This is our companion who unfortunately passed away. May I ask if you can step aside and let us..."

"Of course." Saying that, Mao Jing turned around to get out of the way.

The vines spread, and the ground surged like waves. In an instant, Mao Jing's lower body was submerged by soil and plant roots.

"Thank you very much for your treatment, now it's time to... eh?"

Mao Jing's body was radiant, and the snake scales were shining brightly. The bright light gushed out like running water, drowning the group of six who suddenly burst into flames in an instant.

Where the brilliance flows, there is no trace of evil remaining.

"I gave you goodwill, but it's a pity that you chose another kind. Ignorance prevents you from feeling that it is a higher magic. How stupid."

Mao Jing buried the werewolf in the pit that had already formed, and continued to move forward.

The fluctuation of magic power became more and more violent, and the remaining traces convinced Mao Jing that this was a fierce battle involving at least sixth-level magicians. There were a large number of people on both sides, and the corpses and items along the way were complete, obviously because there was no time to clean them up.

The cat thorn threw it again, although the direction was slightly deviated, it still coincided with the direction of the battle.

The explosion sounded through the dense forest, and the huge shock wave lifted the trees in the distance, threw them into the air, and fell heavily to the ground.

Mao Jing sensed it right, there were about fifty magicians besieging a small team of about twenty people. Besides, there were many low-level magicians holding scrolls on the periphery of the besiegers. This is a siege kill.

Mao Jing ignored it and swaggered low over the woodland. Her appearance attracted the attention of all the magicians. Everyone was extremely nervous about such a sudden appearance of a magician.

She has no desire to participate in this kind of conflict that can be seen everywhere during the trip. She has seen too much in these years, and she can no longer be as enthusiastic as the beginning of the trip. She wants Laurent to see more beautiful things instead of dirty and Dirty.

She had worked too hard during her lifetime, and she had to worry about these people after death, which made her too sad.

Maojing felt that she was also decaying, but it was not obvious. Laurent seemed to see through her, and before she died, she set a goal that would be impossible to achieve in her entire life-show him to see what is beyond Meera. In this world, choose a place that she thinks is the most beautiful to live in.

Mao Jing subconsciously clutched the ashes in her arms.

Laurent hoped Jingmao would forget him.

It can't be done at all, and it will only become more and more exhausting and boring. The daily life will wear away the love she still has, until on a certain impulsive day, placing his ashes at random, ending this is more like a dream for her. The past of chains and cages.

After all, Mao Jing will start a new life, a life that can still be very happy without him. If everything is tied to him, then Mao Jing, the person she loves the most, will also be dragged into the abyss of decay.

Laurende knew that Maojing could understand, and Maojing also knew what Laurende was thinking, but she just didn't want to let it go...

In particular, the silver maple tree begins to appear in her dreams.

Maojing vaguely sensed something. Every time she woke up from the dream, she would look fiercely in the direction of Meera, and stubbornly continue her journey in a direction away from Meera.

The flaming Cyclops giant suddenly appeared, and the blazing rays ejected from the huge cyclops swept across the surroundings like a plow. The turbulent waves of flames engulfed the low-level magicians who were holding scrolls and were waiting in battle. The fluctuation of magic also affected the front magic. Teachers, they responded in a panic and yelled at each other.

Maojing suddenly looked back, the dissipating flame Cyclops, that familiar breath, familiar shape...

"This is my self-created magic. There are many such magics. After all, I am the Crimson Witch. A genius magician who can blow up his house with innovation."

"Don't complain about my name, don't complain!"

"Beautiful and beautiful, powerful magic is often in conflict. After all, it is impractical to spend energy on building a shape. It would be wonderful if the steps of controlling the spell and the details of the spell perfectly matched. There are not many such magics."

A picture of a girl playing and playing with the boy she loved came to mind, and the daily routine that still made the corners of Maojing's mouth twitch when recalled outlined the appearance of a girl she hadn't seen in many years.

"Lulu..." she murmured subconsciously.

Mao Jing immediately turned back and landed next to the sixth-level magician who used the scroll, and easily blocked the attacks of the surrounding magicians who were guarding her.

The face of the woman holding the scroll was pale, and Mao Jing pressed her hand on her bloody arm. The green light flickered, and the wound healed instantly, leaving only a shallow scar.

Without any action of casting spells, the walls of light flickered on the bodies of more than 20 people who were besieged, and the sky was filled with magic, and the walls of light floated out as if they were alive, actively intercepting them.

"you……"

"I ask you to answer." Mao Jing grabbed the scroll, "Where did you get this?"

"A friend gave it to me... Of course, it should be regarded as an exchange scroll. At that time, I gave him a defensive water magic scroll, and he gave me an offensive fire magic scroll..."

"The person who sent you was a girl?"

"No, it's a man."

"What about the name?"

"... Lu Yu, a summoner."

A yell interrupted the conversation between the two.

A red-haired middle-aged man struggled to break through the light wall built by Mao Jing, and threw a flame into the crowd.

In the woman's terrified eyes, the fire light was gradually dispelled by layers of halos that came later, and finally only pure magic remained, permeating the surroundings.

Mao Jing turned around, she was playing with the dice in her hand, thoughtful.

"Fate...?"

"Who are you?" The red-haired middle-aged man looked solemn, "Why did you save Heather?"

The method used by this snake-human race to dispel their own magic is not even using force to dissipate it, but a more clever dismantling of the magic structure, making the magic directly invalid.

After thinking this through, he quietly and slowly backed away.

"Why are they chasing you?" Maojing asked Heather.

Heather's eyes suddenly turned red: "Our ship ran aground on the rocks, and we went ashore to collect maintenance materials. They suddenly appeared and killed my companions. I want revenge, but there are too many enemies, and most of my people are weak, so... ..."

Maojing gently wiped away Heather's unwilling tears, but when she turned around, her face was as cold as frost.

The red-haired man felt the tide-like magical power emanating from Maojing's body.

"The battle between high-level magicians has been protracted, and your people are already at a disadvantage. Why don't you let it go... Shall we reconcile?"

"So, you admit to the crime you committed?" Mao Jing suddenly smiled, "It seems that there is no need to confirm, we can start."

Mao Jing handed over the ashes to Heather for safekeeping, and the phantom of the giant python surging behind him gradually solidified, and the holy light shone,

"A fifth-level magician dares to call himself a high-level?" Mao Jing said, "Then I have killed many high-level people like you..."

The shaping element summoning technique learned from Lu Yu made the light element giant python descend completely. It roared and jumped into a group of proud "high-level magicians", mercilessly tearing apart this group of idiots who can only project magic from a long distance. Seeing them releasing their magic in a panic and successfully hitting their own people, Mao Jing sneered.

The scales of Mao Jing flowed with light again, this is the magic she and Laurent conceived together, every time it is released... it seems that he is still by her side.

"Every time I see someone like you, I feel pity for the good people who can't awaken magic...Are you ready?" Maojing asked, "Okay, it's time to die." (End of this chapter)