Arad's crooked savior

Chapter 3337 Pictures and Truth

Reporter Nasha touched the jacket on his right arm in a daze. Half a wooden board had just flown past him violently, tearing a crack in his clothes, almost flying past his skin, creating an extremely strong pulling feeling.

If the adventurer hadn't pulled him in time on the left, the force of the half wooden board would have broken his bones on the spot.

Nasha was shocked and broke out in a cold sweat, and was terrified.

Although he had some savings as a reporter in Wulan, money was the most useless thing in the world. An accident could cost him all his savings from years of hard work.

He was right-handed, and after his right arm was broken, he could no longer write his own news articles, so he had to give up his job for a period of time to recover.

The newspaper would not count this kind of private extra work as work-related injuries.

Then he had to pay for medical expenses, living expenses, rent, water bills... a large amount of expenses was waiting for him, but fortunately there was almost no such thing as "electricity bills" in the God Realm.

One of his journalist colleagues once invited him to drink. Half drunk and half awake, he laughed and said, "We who live in the mist are like sheep being chased by lions. We can't stop for a moment when running, unless we die."

Ye Lin looked at the mirror in Zenas's hand with interest. It was oval, about one foot high and half a foot wide. The mirror surface was smooth. The frame was composed of angels with broken wings, laurel branches, harvested wheat ears, and other distorted and unclear symbols. The frame was silver-plated.

"The mirror really has some magical power, but this mirror is obviously not the original, but a crude imitation."

On the way here, the reporter Nasha told him that the behavior of believing in mirrors had traces a few months ago, and it originated in the slums.

Many people who are powerless do not believe in a series of beautiful words such as harmony, equality, and agreement. They believe that the world reflected in the mirror is the real world.

They believe that the mirror hides the truth and salvation.

The objects reflected in the mirror are the opposite of the real world, so the real world of God must be full of fraud, class, and lies.

"A sense of déjà vu of the violent search team in the past." Ye Lin looked at the indifferent Zenas and asked Nasha: "Didn't the act of believing in the mirror attract Wu Lan's attention? How many people believe in this magic mirror?"

The other party's skin color is quite pale, which may be due to long-term malnutrition. He is thin, or it may be a nutritional problem. His short gray hair is messy and obviously has not been taken care of. There is no trace of valuable breath on his body.

"Wulan has investigated it, but there is no result. He just thinks it is a spiritual sustenance for a group of homeless people. I understand it, just like cigarettes." Nasha made a little joke in the stiff atmosphere.

Everyone knows that smoking is harmful to health, but the number of smokers increases every year, and there are very few people who can quit.

"The number has not been counted, but it is definitely not small."

Nasha initially only regarded it as a distorted spiritual sustenance, and found an excuse for his laziness and lack of ambition by believing in some strange things.

Then he hoped to save himself by relying on the non-existent unknown to achieve the goal of getting something for nothing.

Who was the first to believe in the world in the mirror, Nasha did not know.

But the half-block of wood that just passed by, the cold and cruel aura of Zenas, and the crazy eyes, all clearly showed that his fellow countryman had undergone some huge changes that he didn't know about.

Mirrors really have magic.

Zenas' voice was hoarse as if he hadn't drunk water for a long time, and he was arrogant and boastful, "Look, Nasha, I got God's revelation, and I have mastered the power that only a few people can use."

As he said, he waved his hand and spread a piece of orange-red flame, like burning gasoline falling on the broken wooden boards nearby. In a few seconds, the wooden boards and rain cloths burned together, and also ignited his somewhat dirty mattress.

"This is fire, and then there is wind!" Zenas made a few gestures, and suddenly the wind started to blow. The fire burned more fiercely with the wind, and ignited the roofs of several other wooden houses nearby.

"Zinas, stop it. Arson is an unforgivable crime in Wulan. You will be hunted by hunters, imprisoned in the lowest prison, or even executed." Nasha's face changed. Even if Zenas gained a little extraordinary power, how could he compete with Wulan.

There are no laws in the God Realm, but Wulan has its own set of rules. All the major forces that have settled in, including ordinary people, must keep in mind the rules. The first one is that fighting is prohibited.

Then the battle items include various power systems in the God Realm, prohibiting arson, prohibiting playing with water, and prohibiting all external use of magic...

Ye Lin smiled. The Demon Strike Team is responsible for a lot of things, and arresting people is also within their scope of work.

Maybe we can consider developing the Demon Strike Team into a police force.

"Stop it." Ye Lin's voice was calm and a little compassionate. The moment he finished speaking, the fiercely burning flames seemed to be strangled by the throat of death, and disappeared completely in an instant.

If it weren't for the fact that the unburned wooden board was black charcoal, Nasha would have thought it was an illusion.

This is the magical magic, Nasha's envious mood flashed by.

Even in the divine world where spirits surge from the earth and yin and yang descend from the sky, magic is still a noble power that only a very few people can manipulate.

Ye Lin warned Zenas lightly, saying: "You don't even know what basic magic is, you can't use fog, and you don't have a good teacher to teach you. You just sit there for a while and suddenly understand the use of magic, and it's multi-element. Ozma is not as exaggerated as you."

Ozma is a magic genius that the elves are amazed at. No matter how difficult the magic is, he can master it as long as he is taught once, and he can understand more ways to use it by himself, and solve multiple problems.

"The power you use to activate magic is your vitality. At most two or three years, you will overdraw all your life and then die of weakness. If there is a fierce battle in the middle, your vitality will be further reduced."

Ye Lin pointed his finger, and the silver-framed mirror flew from Zenas's hand, smashed it directly halfway, and then extracted a rather mysterious breath from it.

"I seem to have heard someone say that the shape of this mirror... has a great origin." Ye Lin judged that this mirror was just a rough imitation, but because its appearance was closer to the original, it might have been placed together with the original, so it had some special abilities.

Unexpectedly, after seeing Ye Lin smash the mirror, the cold Zenas' pale and bloodless face suddenly began to twist. He yelled and knelt on the ground to pick up the fragments of the mirror, regardless of the sharp edges that could cut his hands.

"You are defiling the gods. Why do you want to strangle the channels for ordinary people like us to master magical power? Sure enough, the reflection of the mirror is right. Greed, selfishness, and fraud are the essence of the world."

Along with Zenas' hysterical anger, the simple houses built with wooden boards made sounds, and then people with cold faces and no emotions walked out.

They were men and women, old and young, all holding a silver-framed mirror in their hands, one foot high and half a foot wide.

Reporter Nasha's scalp numbed in an instant, and the cold air rushed to his heels. The mirrors in those people's hands were facing him and the adventurer. The smooth mirror reflected the figures of the two, and the edges were shining with silver light, like a cage in another world, with countless reporters Nasha and adventurers stacked up.

"Did you bring a camera? This is big news." Ye Lin turned around and teased.

Although Nasha is a music columnist, as long as the news is sensational enough, it doesn't matter what column it is.

And there is no "Photoshop" fog machine in the God Realm at present, which means that there is truth in the picture, and what is photographed is real.

"I..." Nasha grinned stiffly. He is worthy of being an adventurer. He has the mind to joke in this environment.

Ye Lin retracted his gaze and shouted: "How long are you going to be obsessed, wake up!"

His divine words contain extraordinary sacred power. After shouting a word, there were crisp "bang, snap" sounds everywhere, blowing up all the mirrors and waking up all the confused people.

"Who gave you the mirror." Ye Lin asked Zenas, who was kneeling on the ground and trembling.

"F... Freis, Freis of Doom."