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

Chapter 277 277. Let's go, Elf Band!

The sail of the Ark.

These few words were enough to move Cloya - this would not only help him develop, but also help Mia fulfill her wish.

The most important thing was that it could solve the problem of the earth.

The current situation seriously affected his pace of farming and the progress of the development of the fields, especially the impact of the environment, which was simply unbearable for him.

In order for his farming work to proceed smoothly, he had to intervene in this matter and end this chaos as quickly as possible.

So...

He blinked at the tower spirit.

The tower spirit, who had long been in tune with Cloya, knew what he was going to do just by receiving his gaze, and immediately began to act -

The light of Eden was drawn out by the tower spirit and slowly covered the sofa where Cloya was sitting. Now the light of Eden could affect part of reality.

With the light of Eden, even if the other party was a god, he could counterattack.

After preparing everything, Cloya continued to communicate with the consciousness: "What do you want me to help you with?"

"The movement." He replied: "The movement of the earth is rejecting me, I need you to help me adjust the movement."

"The voice belonging to that despicable existence must be eliminated!"

The owner of the voice was obviously very excited.

But Cloya, who was communicating with him, remained absolutely calm. The light of Eden was enough to block the god's angry roar and analyze his divine power fluctuations.

The stream of magic flowed in Cloya's eyes. He clearly saw that the divine power fluctuations of this god were exactly the same as those of the Earth Mother.

So is this god the Earth Mother?

He thought briefly and then replied: "I need you to teach me the complete tuning magic."

"In return, I will help you harmonize the pulse of the earth."

The current situation is obviously that he is asking himself, not that he needs him. He doesn't know that he is also eager to end this disaster, so of course he can raise the price.

"What?"

The voice suddenly became furious, even mixed with the impact of mental fluctuations, but all were blocked by the light of Eden.

"So are you willing or not?"

Kroya said calmly: "I can block your mental power. Do you know how painful it is to feel lonely but no one can communicate?

I will help you recall, I hope you will enjoy it."

As he said this, he simply isolated the divine power.

The existence far away in the gap suddenly felt darkness all around, and the cage was sealed again, with only darkness and endless loneliness.

"Mortal! Mage!"

"You dare to anger a god!"

"I swear in my name, you will be punished! You will be punished by God!"

He was helpless and furious for a while, but the darkness around him still could not be shaken, and he didn't even react at all.

The feeling of being surrounded by the earth and trapped by his former authority made him clearly realize at this moment that this mage was the same as the mage he had seen in the past.

It turned out to be a madman taught by Kongyao Ark!

After a long while, Cloya slowly projected his consciousness in, still with the help of the light of Eden.

The warm and bright sunlight dispelled the darkness, making the god in the cage feel long-lost joy, and even felt like crying.

The earth without sunshine is incomplete.

He finally compromised: "I can tell you the complete chapter of tuning magic, and say hello to the Ark for me."

After that, He simply passed the entire chapter of a poem to Cloya without any hesitation.

Cloya quickly memorized the chapter in full.

My thoughts were a little dazed for a while.

The full name of this chapter is: "Tuning to Curb Reverie".

Its content is probably to praise the vastness of the earth, and the pulsation and rhythm under the earth are extremely regular, like a precisely played piece of music, without any dissonance allowed.

The earth, which should obviously accommodate everything, is extremely "selfish" in this chapter, or another way of interpreting eternity.

At this moment, he no longer had any doubts. This chapter of the earth really belonged to the same original poem as "The Rainbow Poem".

Well, there was no way to learn it.

It was obvious that the version of this thing had a huge conceptual gap with the "The Rainbow Poem" he was learning now. In such an idealistic world, random learning would definitely cause problems.

- Unless he was willing to forget "The Rainbow Poem".

That was absolutely impossible, so the complete version of "The Tuning to Curb Reverie" could only be abandoned, but the ordinary version could still be learned.

He sat on the sofa and thought carefully for a while, waved his hand to disperse the light of Eden, and then decisively went to the Fairy Lake where Mia was enjoying life.

When he came here, it was afternoon.

The hot sun shines on the vast lake, and large patches of daffodils grow on the lake. The bright blue light spreads over almost the entire lake, like a dream.

There is a tree house by the lake, and sunflowers, olive trees, lotus flowers, and even two gopher trees are planted in front of the tree house.

They are all magical plants. The magic field they emit is extremely harmonious, surrounding the tree house, as if creating a layer of hazy mist around the tree house.

Miya was lying on a lounge chair made of vines and flower branches in front of the tree house, slowly basking in the sun while enjoying the playing of the Gopher harp and the chorus of the elves.

Croya: "..."

Why do I feel that He is so much more comfortable than me?

Needless to say, his angel mentor was indeed one of his sources of confidence. Seeing him leisurely here, he really calmed down.

He walked over briskly and naturally took the Gopher harp in his hands. A completely different movement from before came out from the vibrations of his hands and strings.

It was a very precise and rigorous movement, every note and every tone was perfect, like the unchanging and eternal earth.

It forms an extremely sharp contrast with the cheerful and vibrant "Poetry of Rainbow Colors" played on the Gopher harp just now.

Miya, who was lying down sleeping, suddenly opened her eyes wide.

He looked at Croya, but did not interrupt immediately. Instead, he sat up and listened to the complete music quietly before speaking slowly:

"Chapter of the Earth."

"...Did the imprisoned ancient god give it to you, my friend?"

As far as he knows, there is only one imprisoned ancient god in the entire Semrio continent who still has this piece of music. The ancient god who was once stabbed in the back by the earth and deprived of his divine throne.

Croya put down the Gopher harp and nodded: "Yes, it's a magic I got from Mifein, and I accidentally contacted an ancient god."

"I got this piece from Him called The Tuning to Curb Reverie, Miya... Is this the piece of the earth?"

Miya said: "That's right."

"This is actually one of the infinite chapters of the Earth Chapter. It was by virtue of it that the ancient god obtained the divine status of the Earth a long time ago."

"The character of the poem of the original origin is far higher than this world. Even just one poem, even just a part, is enough for Him to ascend to the throne of God."

He looked at Croya with a smile: "And you are so lucky to have a complete chapter. The colorful rainbow light is just one of your shining lights."

"There is another force that even I can't see through."

Croya blinked, already expecting it.

To be honest, he has been studying "Poetry of Rainbow Colors" for so long, and he can really intuitively understand how convenient it would be to collect beliefs in this way.

You don't even have to think hard, you can easily get piles of faith, definitely faster than those missionaries.

The miracle of the sun really needs no introduction, even demons and gods will look up to it.

If he wanted to collect faith and become a god of the sun, it would not be difficult, but he would probably have a head-on battle with the Holy See right now.

"I'm very aware of the changes in the earth." Miya looked at Croya and said, "But I can't tell you the reason directly."

There was some apology in His tone: "Even I am not free. When I wanted to leave the world, I essentially encountered such a disaster."

Such a disaster?

Unspeakable?

Croya understood a little bit - this is probably not just God, but also a higher level of power at work.

Obviously this matter is not something he can participate in now, so he is more curious: "Then if I participate in solving the dissonance of the earth, will there be any problems?"

"No." Miya shook her head: "The earth is always the earth, and there can be many gods."

"You even need to ignore His request to you and just listen to the will of the earth itself. That is the most correct way."

"I don't need the sail anymore. The past will fade away in the past. Only by embracing the present can we move towards the future."

At this point, Croya finally fully understood.

It seemed that Miya didn't care about that old friend who might have something to do with him, so he could be bolder.

For example... let your own magic plants sort out the music, instead of following what the god said.

——In fact, that was what he originally planned to do.

He looked at the Gopher harp in his hand, then at the elves playing around him, and decided to let them start working!

…

after a while.

In the Mage Tower Laboratory.

Croya stood in front of the thick potato culture tank, stretched out his hand and gently touched its leaves.

"I know you feel the changes in the earth."

"I also know that you desperately want to solve this pain for your mother."

"Please remember that the earth is always the earth, and the only thing you have to obey is the earth itself."

Saying this, the tower spirit had helped Croya guide the light of Eden. The light showed a holy white color and slowly flowed into the leaves of the thick potato like milk.

These lights are actually one of the by-products of Eden. Simply put, they are the spirituality harvested from the god Emissary Moss.

As a powerful god of light, Deimos possesses spirituality that is as boundless as the sea, and he will unconsciously radiate this spirituality in his sleep.

Logically speaking, it cannot be reused, but through the filtration and purification of the magic plant, Croya turns into this white liquid, which can replenish the spirituality of the magic plant or monster.

Now Croa needs to encourage the growth, let the thick soil potato give birth to an elf, and let it learn the "Tune of Containing Reverie", and then the Gopher wood elf borrows its power through the "Elf Orchestra Touring the Earth".

In this way, the Gopher wood elves do not need to learn this kind of magic to have this kind of power, and it will not conflict with "Poetry of Rainbow Colors".

"You must fulfill my expectations."

"Only in this way... can I trust the earth."

Croya sighed softly, injected more power into the leaves of Hou Tushu, and began to engrave it at the same time.

What is engraved is an incomplete version of the "tuning" magic.

After laying the foundation in this way, it should be able to learn the full version quickly.

[Successful engraving, thick soil potato (tuning)]

[This magic will change the basic structure of the magic plant. 】

Following the prompt of successful magic engraving, the thick soil potato soaked in the milky white light is changing, and its leaves and roots... seem to be withering.

But its fruit becomes more rounded.

The thick, fist-sized potatoes are as round and round as if they were painted by an artist. The leaves, roots, and vines all provide magic and spirituality to these fruits.

About three minutes later.

The round, thick potato fruit lies quietly in the soil. The mother plant has turned into a strip as thick as a finger. It seems that it has been disconnected, but in fact there is a mysterious force connecting them.

Change is temporarily stalled.

Hou Tushu lived up to Croya's expectations, although absorbing spirituality in this way was much more painful than pulling out a seedling in the physical sense.

But it persisted and absorbed a thousand milliliters of spiritual juice.

What is the concept of one thousand milliliters?

The spirituality of a newly born elf is about three hundred milliliters, which is equivalent to absorbing the spirituality of three and a half newly born elves.

With so much spirituality, its remaining leaves and fruits are exuding a milky white halo. It is obviously just an ordinary thick potato, but it looks so holy.

The birth of spirituality is of course a matter of course.

Changes continue at this moment.

The remaining vines and roots of the thick soil potato first revealed a small, seemingly stunted elf.

Then those thick potato fruits that were already bigger than its roots popped out one after another.

These elves look chubby in appearance, with thick khaki-colored wings behind them, and their facial features and limbs are only slightly human-like.

As soon as they appeared, they couldn't wait to surround the elves of the mother plant and sang uniform music together.

The loud and clear child's voice mixed with the slightly deep and hoarse voice of the mother plant elf, so harmonious and harmonious.

[The transformation of this magic plant has been completed. It will have a special connection with its own fruit that ignores spatial distance and the influence of most magical environments. 】

[When this magic plant uses "Tune", it will play with its children, and the effect of the performance will increase according to the number of children. 】

[After the performance is successful, the chaotic temperament will be adjusted. 】

[Please enter the correct rhythm in time. 】

Croya was slightly startled: "The correct rhythm..."

When he was engraving this magic just now, he had already recorded the rhythm covered by the Heart of the Earth before. Isn't it right?

If even the melody of the Heart of the Earth is not right, then that means the voice of Mother Earth is also wrong, then...

Thoughts were tumbling in his mind, but in the end he did not make a decision on his own. Instead, he asked the elves: "Can you play the right tune? I mean, the tune that suits the earth."

He was answered by a chorus of nods from the elves.

So he laughed.

"Then I'll leave it to you."

"Go, learn this magic, and spread the correct melody on the earth."

He handed "Tune to Curb Reverie" to the elf of the mother plant, and then watched as the winged potato elves surrounded the mother plant elf and left.

Talling seemed to sense Croya's thoughts and asked curiously: "Are you so relieved?"

"Of course." Croya nodded: "Just like Miya said, the earth is always the earth, but there are many gods.

Only the elves who grow on the earth know what music the earth really needs. "

"..." The tower spirit was silent for a moment: "This may lead to the intervention of the Church of the Mother Earth."

Croya said nonchalantly: "Then it depends on whether they believe in the earth or the Earth Mother. Besides, my Eden is about to be completed, and I am really looking forward to the power of Deimos."

Of course there is a gap between light and the sun in the narrow sense. What kind of combat power does Deimos, filled with the Eden of "Poetry of Rainbow Colors", possess...

He was really looking forward to it.

…

A few days later, the other side.

The elves gathered together.

Water elves in the form of mermaids, flowing river elves, grass elves that look like a ball of weeds, tree elves with wrinkles on their faces just after birth, and a large number of thick potato elves...

All the elves born in the entire northern territory gathered here. They also felt the changes in the earth and wanted to do something for the earth.

So after the thick potato elves completely learned what Croa gave it, they gathered together.

There is also a special being in the team.

That is Treden, the little prince of the mermaid tribe!

He was originally born in the white sunlight of Croya's "Poetry of Rainbow Colors". Although the blood of the mermaid royal family gives him the power to control the ocean, he also likes to sing under the bright sunshine.

So I specially participated this time and even brought a piece of spiritual grass.

The Gopherwood Elf stood at the front of the team, holding a harp almost as big as it, and its small face that looked like Kloa was full of expectations.

Then it waved its hand heavily: "Let's go!"

At the command, all the elves walked on the dry and cracked ground, and even the mist elves tried their best to transform into two feet and walk.

Only by getting in close contact with the earth can they feel the sadness and pain of the earth and give corresponding solutions.

The elves' orchestra played different music, but all of them became a grand symphony that was not noisy at all under the integration of the Gopherwood Elves.

They are the darlings of the earth and nature, and singing in the sun is enough to cause the turmoil of the elements.

Various colors of light shone around this special little team, like a rainbow gradually unfolding on the dry earth.

Even some monsters joined in - bears, tigers, lions, birds, squirrels, rabbits...

This scene was just like the moment when the elves were born. At that time, they were born from the embrace of the earth and nature, and this moment was the time for them to repay the earth and nature.

The leading Gopherwood elf kept playing the harp in his hand, borrowing the power of tuning that the thick potato elves had learned through the engraving.

When the music that seemed to be real fell to the ground, the ground would respond, just like an echo, but the sound was mixed with some obviously discordant sounds.

"Noisy sound!"

"That's the wailing of the earth!"

"Gopherwood boss, clean it up quickly!"

Whenever this discordant sound appeared, the elves would scream.

Then the Gopherwood elves would increase their magic supply and forcibly intervene with powerful magic that was about to reach the legendary level.

The mermaid prince Treden would also follow the Gopherwood elves to cast magic, and his body was shining with hazy and dreamy moonlight, surging waves, and blazing white sunlight.

The three powers did not conflict at all, and occasionally there was the silver-white fantasy magic power swayed by the spiritual grass.

Then the other elves rushed forward - their powers were different, but they all came from nature and the earth.

Clear water, misty clouds, thick soil, jumping fire...

Various elemental sounds rushed to fall into the earth, and under the command and integration of the Gopherwood elves, the earth became full of vitality again.

The dry and cracked ground regained its former green.

No, not just green.

Some of the special lands even had surging clouds, flowing water and erupting small volcanoes.

That was a special elemental landform!

Such elemental landforms are naturally rich in elemental magic power. Depending on the magic power and the surrounding environment, some special magic plants and magic beasts will be born.

Many wizards once wanted to intervene artificially to create such elemental landforms to satisfy their own research and daily meditation.

If there is such a reward just for helping the earth to recover its vitality, it is too generous.

The Gopherwood Elf at the front of the team was thoughtful.

As the conductor of this elf band, it can detect the very abnormal flow of magic power and changes in the rhythm of the earth.

Especially when these elves help the earth to adjust the rhythm together, the counterattack force is clearly two different but similar divine powers!

‘So it is indeed a fight between gods. ’

It is really not stupid. It keenly perceives some truths and even guesses that there may be a counterattack from the divine power of the two gods.

But so what?

Now its goal is only to restore the entire northern land to the most suitable rhythm. Apart from that, the gods are not in its consideration at all.

So, it plays the tune more happily.

Leading the elves forward.

The goal is the entire northern land!

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