The Righteous Player(s)

Boffis patted her head in anguish: "But even if I answer you like this...you wouldn't understand it if you haven't seen it before."

She thought hard for a while, barely stretched out her hand and gestured: "That's it...

"Generally speaking, there will be many dispersers on the ground that are so high. The water will be pumped from the underground river and poured into the dispersers after energy injection... Then when the night comes, turn on the dispersers.

"Water injected with curse energy will emit beautiful lights of different colors when activated."

Boffis said with a little nostalgia: "But you definitely won't see it..."

"Why do you say that?"

"Because none of your blood can respond to curses."

Bophis glanced at the two cats and the cat behind Citaloplan, and replied casually: "If you say you are because of the pale girl...neither of them. I think the curse technique has finally been terminated. "

"...So, what is the curse?"

Citalopram couldn't help but ask.

"The curse can..."

Boffis murmured.

She couldn't help showing a thin wry smile: "It seems that you can't let go of it without telling you.

"Since I want to say it, I have to make it clear to you. The curse... can never be used again.

"Curse energy is the technology that we rely on for survival in the desert. You can understand it as the ability to pump clear springs from the desert... the ability to achieve what we want under limited conditions.

"--That is'incomplete creative power'.

"But your teacher should have also taught you, the iron rule of this world, right?'Anything that you don't deserve has its price'."

"……almost."

Citalopram nodded.

Annan did tell her.

Although the original words are not this, but the specific meaning is similar.

Bophis took a deep breath and murmured in a low voice: "The curse... is the blood of the world.

"The contact between this world and the dream world is not a fusion of Wen Tun. At the point where the two worlds overlap, the world will become extremely fragile...that is the flaw in the world itself.

"That is the wound of the world-flesh and blood not covered by skin."

Bophis sighed: "And the curse cellar is just a hollow wedge. Nailed into this flesh and blood, pumping out the world's plasma. The world around the curse cellar will gradually become desolate, and the people near the curse cellar will also become desolate. Will occasionally disappear...That is when the world collapses and falls into the dream world. If the physical body enters the dream world, it is basically impossible to return.

"In addition to the destruction of the world itself by the vault, anyone who **** the blood of the world will be cursed by the world. Or, what they are sucking is the curse of the world.

"Those who have used curse energy will live seven times longer, but youth will not be prolonged with it; they are destined to have nightmares, even if they are not dead, they will carry nightmares... Many curses are different. And wake up from nightmares. After coming, new curses will be added, and he will be tortured to death... and even death will not end.

"As long as you have used the curse energy once, you will never be able to get rid of this desire. But when we are in the desert, there is no room for hypocrisy. The curse energy is the poisonous blood that allows our civilization to continue... Die, but if you refuse to accept it, you will die of thirst.

"As soon as we arrived at the resource-rich Yaselan, some people of insight called on everyone to use the curse energy sparingly.

"But the vast majority of elves are unwilling to give up convenient curse power-because compared with the convenience of curse power, its side effects can be said to be insignificant. And a civilization uses curse power together, and its side effects are further divided. Now. As for a world that has been riddled with holes for hundreds of years...that is a future that has nothing to do with us."

"... Can the curse be addictive?"

Citalopram asked subconsciously.

She vaguely saw the shadows of Sunwell and Quel'Thalas...

"No, the curse energy itself is not addictive, but the convenience itself is a terrible dependence. The convenience of the curse energy is even enough to make people forget the pain of death... Therefore the elves born after the third age , Do not think that death is a terrible thing.

"For them, the curse is not for survival, but for pleasure."

But Bophis's answer was even more terrifying.

"Because of the mystery of this power and its increasing scarcity... The Yaselan people have instead focused on this power. There are traces of curse power in some legends sung by the bards.

"In your legends, curses can have many magical aliases. Such as'Water of Immortality','Fountain of Youth','Holy Grail','Water of Styx', etc.

"Finally, under the persuasion of many prophets, the emperor managed to control the situation forcibly. In the case of complete opposition from the elder house, he forcibly reached a compromise with the elder house-not to completely stop the use of mantra power, but to concentrate important population Go to the capital, only use the magic power in the capital. At the same time, it is forbidden to use the magic power in front of the horsemen and the Yaselan people.

"...But then we launched a rebellion.

"It's not a rebellion of resistance, but a rebellion of self-destruction... For example, the city where I live is an extreme curse-worship city. Before the curse cellar was finally demolished as planned, people destroyed their own houses, Destroyed the traces of life...Using the last power of the curse, weaving an eternal public nightmare and stagnating time.

"--It was a never-ending month, an extremely beautiful nightmare...not to record important knowledge and inheritance, but to escape into it and enjoy a life that is no different from before."

Miss Boffis' emotions gradually agitated, and then faded again.

She was silent for a long time before she lowered her head and said in a very low voice: "Sorry, I lied before."

"this is not your fault."

Citalopram persuaded softly and quietly.

Boffis took a deep breath and calmed down.

Then she continued: "My mother wanted to take me to the royal capital. But I ran away midway because I didn't want to use the curse energy anymore. This was obviously wrong... Mom taught me this way since I was a kid.

"But she herself wants to move to the royal capital to live..."

When she said this, she choked.

Citalopram once again persuaded: "It's not your fault."

"I just want to... lead a normal life. But no one supports me... I can only go back to my hometown ~www.wuxiaspot.com~ and die with everyone... This period of time is meaningless. The'knowledge' is saved as a specimen.

"...But I can't do anything well. When I came back, I was late and couldn't participate in the ceremony... But when I wanted to leave, I couldn't run."

Boffis smiled bitterly: "I am here alone, not with a great mission or doing great things. I just wandered where I was, not knowing where I should go, and I didn't do anything in the end...

"I lied, Citalopram. I'm not good at all. I don't have any partners, and I don't have any special abilities. I... can't do anything."

She murmured: "I'm just a half-hearted indecision..."

Boffis looked at Citalopram pleadingly, her voice as thin as a ghost.

"...You, will you come back to find me?"

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