Restarting the myth

Forest.

The leaves swayed with the breeze, and the rustling sound was like a whisper.

Wayne stood in the forest with his eyes closed, stroking the ring on his index finger, listening to the whisper, and feeling the ubiquitous vitality and vigor.

There were two rings on Wayne's hand, a fire element ring with a high affinity for the element, and a thinking ring given by Senna.

There was nothing much to say about the former, because the third-party business ability was too poor, which lowered Wayne's affinity for the fire element.

The latter was very interesting, with the magic power of communicating with nature, which could strengthen the holder's faith magic, while reducing the consumption of thinking and magic power, and making the manifestation of magic more powerful.

The magician's thinking and magic power decreased, and the power of magic remained constant as before, or even stronger.

Question, what is added to the formula?

Wayne thought about it for a night, and the answer was the effect of the ring communicating with nature, and the formula was added with nature.

The ring may not be strong, but nature is strong. With the power of nature, a casual perfunctory approach is enough to turn the formula into a puff.

Wayne thought about it all night. Is there a possibility that the ring, like his fire element ring, seriously reduced the power of nature?

Nature could have injected more, but because the ring was too tight, the output was reduced, and the milk oatmeal was downgraded to puffs.

Wayne had wanted a bowl of oatmeal for a long time!

This has always been his small goal.

He had no idea before, and it still didn't work after transforming into an elf. There was always something missing. Now...

"Just barely enough, but still something is missing. What is missing?"

Wayne rubbed the ring. Regardless of what was missing, remember the feeling at the moment. After becoming proficient, put aside the ring, and maybe you can really get nature's oatmeal.

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Puffs, who wants puffs when there is oatmeal!

Wayne nodded repeatedly. This question is not difficult to choose. Not to mention him, if it were Philomena, Mona, or Chris, they all knew that oatmeal is large and filling.

The woods rustled, and Wayne squatted on the ground to study the mottled light and shadows. The sunlight passed through the leaves and sprinkled on the ground to form a sloppy, complex, disordered and illogical pattern.

Wayne firmly believed that this was a kind of text, a message from nature to convey its own voice. Throughout the year, day and night, the scenes of nature were changing, and the messages conveyed were also changing.

He spread out a wisp of thought, without outputting magic power, communicating the effects of nature through the ring, and performing the magic of faith in nature.

In front of him, the withered and yellow grass leaves slowly raised their heads, as if stretching their arms to the sky and embracing the sun.

The greenness became thicker, and the dead grass and trees were rejuvenated.

Wayne could not bring the dead back to life, that was not something that humans could do. He regarded the forest in front of him as a whole, a community of consciousness composed of countless lives, conveying the desire for survival of the withered grass, and getting the joint assistance of other consciousnesses, so as to obtain nutrients and protection.

"Balance..."

Wayne once again felt the importance of balance. The magician was balanced, the forest was balanced, and it spread to the entire nature, and even the entire void universe, everything was balanced.

"The ring is just a prop for communication, no, the speaker, forcing the microphone to open allows me to communicate with nature and remember this feeling. I can do it without the ring, but..."

After all, it was forced, and nature was reluctant. This bowl of oatmeal porridge was a bit perfunctory, and the milk did not cover the oatmeal.

Wayne did not want a married middle-aged nature, he wanted a nature that was eager to explore the true meaning of life, preferably a sports student.

"So, what's missing?"

Wayne's body shape changed, turning into a two-meter-tall elf, and his clothes were transformed from black scale combat uniforms, without the embarrassment of bursting clothes.

The mind spread out, and the surrounding grass and trees resonated with it, turning into a green field with Wayne as the center.

There was no fluctuation of magic, only the exchange of thoughts.

Wayne opened his light green eyes and looked at a forest bird not far away. The bird jumped back and forth on the branch and tilted its head to look at Wayne.

Bird: This tree is short and ugly, not suitable for nesting.

Wayne slowly stretched out his hand, and his thoughts flashed through his mind. The forest bird flapped its wings and landed on his fingertips. He lowered his head and pecked twice.

Behind him, the sound of light footsteps came, and the figure of a prehistoric monster flashed in the eyes of the forest bird. It frightened and flew away, screaming continuously.

Veronica stared blankly at the surrounding alive forests. The surging vitality made her fascinated. She walked quickly to the side of the elf and stared at the delicate and beautiful face without blinking.

Although, it's really beautiful!

Wayne turned back to his original appearance and sighed: "Look at what you did. We were just a little bit away from having turkey tonight."

"Let the turkey go, it's still a child."

Veronica complained, and then said with great interest: "Wayne, I want to learn this."

"Which one, become an elf?"

It's impossible to become an elf. Veronica has dragon blood. The life level of dragons is higher than that of elves. She will never become an elf in her life.

Veronica knew this very well, and she felt a little regretful, but it didn't matter. She couldn't turn into an elf, but Wayne could, so she could do it.

"I want to learn that magic just now..."

Veronica didn't know how to describe it. The powerful vitality made her intoxicated. With the fighting style of dragon blood, she had a perpetual motion machine.

"This is more complicated to learn, and it requires a lot of talent."

Wayne couldn't describe it, but he knew what was going on. Talent was important, but the key was to cheat.

Veronica had talent, but she didn't cheat, so she couldn't learn it.

"Forget it, idleness is idleness, just treat it as progress."

"What progress?"

"Turning down your progress."

"..."

Veronica's face fell, and without thinking, she punched Wayne in the face.

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During tea time, Veronica received an invitation from Dusha next door to go to Villa No. 8 to make snacks together.

In the living room, the sunshine warmed the older boy and the melancholy young man sitting opposite each other. When the snacks were served, each of them had one in front of the two brothers.

Alex didn't share her sister's snack, and neither did Wayne.

The former is well aware of his sister's craftsmanship and can just suffer the consequences himself, there is no need to hurt more people; the latter is purely selfish and refuses to share snacks with outsiders even if Veronica's craftsmanship is average.

The two dinner plates were licked clean, and both sisters were very satisfied.

Alex took out a handkerchief to wipe his mouth, making people suspect that the reason for his chronic depression was because his sister ate too many snacks.

Dusha kicked Alex, who slowly spoke: "Wayne, as allies, do you think it is necessary for us to become familiar with each other's strengths?"

It is necessary.

Alex has a calm and gentle personality, a standard low-desire person. Wayne could have guessed with his toes that the proposal to spar came from Dusha.

The ally wanted to show off his muscles, and Wayne also wanted to do so, so he readily nodded in agreement.

The four of them left the villa, and Alex used his faith magic to clear the surrounding vegetation and organize a square arena.

The two sisters did not appear on the stage. In this round of bodyguard wrestling, they were responsible for cheering on the sidelines.

Dusha: My brother is amazing.

Veronica: My brother is better!

Dusha: Like your brother, my brother can hit a hundred.

Veronica: My brother can hit a thousand.

The dialogue was a bit childish, but it fit their "innocent" personas, and because they were ladies, my brother didn't dare to speak violently.

As the proposer of the competition, Alex briefly explained the rules. The discussion was to end at the end of the competition, so as not to hurt the harmony, but in order to stimulate each other's desire to win, a bonus should be added.

The loser provides the winner with information about the selection of a saint.

Wayne saw the postman in Villa No. 8, and Dusha also saw the postman in Villa No. 4. There were people above them all, so we might as well take the opportunity to share information with each other.

Everyone depends on their abilities. If you want more information, let your strength speak for itself.

Veronica glanced at Wayne. For the sake of century-old friendship, she must win, and she must always win.

The dragon blood girl's desire to win is too strong.

Wayne shrugged and stretched his hands and feet on the spot: "You can't use faith magic, and you can't use weapons. Alex, is this really okay? It doesn't feel fair."

It's really not fair.

Alex smiled coquettishly. His sister's request was too bullying. He bit the bullet and said, "That's it. You will make the rules for tomorrow's competition."

The honest man was so honest that Wayne couldn't help but want to bully him severely. He smiled and said, "Since you are so confident, I will take action first. Is that okay?"

"without……"

boom!

An afterimage flashed before Alex's eyes, and he hurriedly crossed his arms to defend himself. A fist hit his face, and he flew backwards, straight out of the ring, and disappeared into the woods behind.

So fast!

The power is so strong!

Is this guy really human?

Dusha was stunned for a moment, and began to speculate about Wayne's bloodline. Based on the Frank Division's investigation, she obtained general information about Veronica, but most of Wayne's information was blank.

Veronica's information is easy to investigate. Before he became the high priest of the Windsor Division, Heaphy was the leader of the Frank Division Scalpel Agency. The dragon's blood is good at fighting and is extremely powerful.

The Frank Division has Heaphy's files, and by following the investigation, Veronica's information is basically available.

Wayne's information...

A natural church pastor, part-time detective, actor, the male protagonist of the movie King Kong, and a suspected couple with Frank's popular female singer Lily.

When she got this information, Dusha felt bad. What a mess. Who cares about Wayne's rumored girlfriend? What she wants is Wayne's identity in the magical world.

Also, no wonder he speaks Frank so well, it turns out he is related to a big star.

If you can't find it, you can't find it. Wayne is too low-key in the magical world.

It is impossible for Frank to find out the identities of death knights and angels. Regardless of these, Wayne is not a magician born in the system. He became a monk halfway and only came into contact with magic last year.

It had only been one year, not counting two and a half years as a trainee. In addition, Auston and Heaphy were well hidden, so it would be too difficult to investigate his traces in the magic world.

Since it is impossible to investigate, conduct on-site inspections.

Dusha is very curious, Veronica has dragon blood, and how powerful a person who can act as a bodyguard for dragon blood is.

He is really strong!

Alex walked out of the woods shaking his head, but before he could stand still, he was punched away again.

Not only strong, but also ruthless.

Alex was pressed to the ground and rubbed for a while. Kong had good martial arts skills and was proficient in dozens of fighting techniques. Because his life essence was crushed, he couldn't find a chance to use it.

Even if he uses magic power and strengthens his physical fitness, he can still be easily controlled.

"Veronica, brother You... also has dragon blood?"

Dusha opened her mouth, seeing that Alex had no power to fight back, so she could only make this assumption.

"Well, he has dragon blood." Veronica nodded seriously and readily admitted.

Really? If you agree so straightforwardly, you must be lying.

Dusha frowned: "But when you introduced yourselves, it was clear that you were half-sisters, and Mr. Landau's predecessor was also a dragon blood owner?"

"Well, he has a dragon blood collection habit."

"..."

What the hell is a dragon blood collection habit? It's ridiculous. Let's not talk about anything else. Can your father bear it?

Never mind whether he can bear it or not, he is still alive!

Veronica smiled secretly.

According to Wayne, bullying honest people is not worthy of pride, although it is really fun, but cheating smart people is a skill.

She tasted the joy of cheating smart people and was very happy.

Two minutes later, Alex, who was at his wits' end, admitted defeat and surrendered, and asked his sister to treat him with a bruised face.

I don't know if Wayne's fist was equipped with a positioning system, or his face was equipped with a positioning system, there was no injury to other parts, but his face was swollen.

Dusha felt a little distressed, too hateful, she had never done such a heavy hand.

"What did I say? It's unfair. You have to..."

Wayne looked apologetic. He put aside his desire to help others and respected the fate of others. He continued, "According to what you said, I will set the rules for the competition tomorrow. I choose to keep the rules unchanged and follow today's rules."

Dusha protected her brother and took a deep breath and said, "Don't waste time. I will give you two pieces of information directly."

"How can that be? I don't want to bully the weak. I just want to get the information with my hands." Wayne sticks to his principles and doesn't accept begging.

What a thick face. If you were a woman, the saint would be you!

Dusha rolled her eyes. She didn't want her brother to be beaten again tomorrow. She took out three pieces of information in exchange, which made Wayne give up in disappointment.

"The first test is the magic barrier Nightmare Corridor, created by the Great Prophet. It can distort reality and dreams, project fear, cast illusions, and dig out the ugliness deep in people's hearts." Dusha told the information.

Where are the three pieces of information that were promised? Why is there only one?

Veronica was puzzled and turned to look at Wayne. If you don't understand, ask the social trash. He must understand.

Wayne understood. He split one piece of intelligence and got three pieces of information.

The nightmare corridor and the ability of dreams, these are two pieces of information. The most critical piece of information is that the Great Prophet is standing behind Alex and his sister, and the postman who delivered the express is the Great Prophet's man.

Be bolder. It is very difficult to enter and exit the manor without telling other senior executives. Senna had to deliver the express in person, so the postman was the Great Prophet.

"So, what is the way to crack the dream?" Wayne asked.

"Exchange an equivalent piece of information, I'll tell you." Dusha was also very straightforward.

"Forget it, let's talk about it in a few days."

Wayne shook his hand and left with Veronica, leaving Dusha stomping on the spot and kicking her brother hard.

"It's all your fault for being so kind. You lost twice!"

Wayne was very happy when he heard the angry voice behind him. Veronica was also a little happy. She raised her eyebrows and said, "Do you want to exchange information? The Nightmare Corridor sounds very powerful. You are so bad. The ugliness in your heart must be hidden from the public."

"The ugliness in your heart..."

Wayne raised his hand and touched his chin. He was more worried about the exposure of his inner secrets than the ugliness in his heart.

Not to mention the distant ones, the high-level officials of the church headquarters were watching from the side. As soon as they stood firm, the Death Knight jumped out. The scene must be very beautiful.

Wayne felt a pain in his balls just thinking about it. This Nightmare Corridor was quite disgusting.

"I'm asking you a question. What is the ugliness in your heart?" Wayne didn't say it. Veronica was quite curious.

"I'm married, and the bride in the wedding dress is you..."

What kind of ugliness is this?

Veronica blushed, her heart was filled with sweetness, she turned her head and looked aside, snorting: "Daydreaming, I won't marry you."

"I haven't finished yet, besides you, the brides are Chris and Willie."

"..."

Veronica:

Bang!

Wayne covered his face and gasped: "Compared to my boring ambition, what is the ugliness in your heart, me?"

No, you don't dare to fight back even in dreams.

Veronica blinked, hesitated for a while and said: "Mother said that dragon blood has a curse. The stronger our strength is and the higher our magic realm is, the more terrible the curse will be."

"Please tell me in detail. I am very curious about this matter."

Wayne frowned: "Has the teacher's curse ever erupted? Is it because of the curse that she has not been able to break through the legendary realm?"

"I don't know, mother didn't say this..."

Veronica shook her head: "Mother doesn't know the specific situation. If I have to talk about nightmares, I can only think of the dragon blood curse."

Veronica briefly described the nightmare she could imagine, blood evolution, turning into a dragon in the dream, thinking can't keep up with the powerful body, and spewing fire everywhere.

Whenever she met the dragon slayer Willy who came to challenge, she would hit her into the sky with her tail and turn her into stars.

By the way, she locked the senior sister in the castle.

Veronica didn't say the last part, just said that she turned into a dragon, because she had seen Megan's dragon form, the rendering material was perfectly loaded, and she was confident that the dream would be more real.

Wayne touched his chin, and after a moment's silence, he said, "That shouldn't be the case. You turned into a dragon in my dream, so why didn't you lock me up in the castle?"

"Because that was your dream, not mine." Veronica slapped the hand on her chin away.

That made so much sense.

Wayne couldn't refute it. The nightmare corridor could be passed by exchanging information, so it wasn't a big problem. He was particularly concerned about the dragon blood curse.

The teacher has dragon blood, and Veronica also has dragon blood. The curse will erupt sooner or later. Perhaps the nightmare corridor is an opportunity to spy on the truth of the dragon blood curse and prepare for the future outbreak of dragon blood.

Suddenly, Wayne thought of Senna. This dragon blood must also have a curse. I wonder if she has overcome it and what method she used.

A woman who is three years older than her husband is rich. Senna is who knows how many years older, maybe a hundred years older, which can be called a gold mountain.

Although Wayne doesn't like her, he has to admit that the teacher's teacher is indeed something. If she can be treated as a true disciple by her, she will definitely get a lot of benefits.

At least fifty years of detours can be avoided.

"Veronica, next time you see teacher Senna, be sweeter."

"Uh, she looks at me weird..."

Veronica tactfully expressed that she didn't like Senna very much. The latter looked at her as if she wanted to eat people. Wayne also had this look, but it was not the same way.

"Forget it, I'll do it myself."

Veronica's acting skills were average, so Wayne decided to do it himself.

As he said this, he thought of his nightmares again, counting the Shura Field, the exposure of his vest, and the fact that he was really Auston's biological son...

These were not nightmares.

Wayne asked himself what his nightmare was, and soon found the answer.

On Dragon Heart Island, the ancient god poked his head out and extended an invitation to him.

"If I don't copy the answer and walk directly into the nightmare corridor, will the ancient god come down?"