Blooming Tower of the West Wind

"What? Manipulating the son of the soil to walk underground?"

"Yes, I think the son of the soil is disobedient at a depth of two or three yards because of the 'casting blind zone'."

"But... I always thought that the Son of Earth had no blind spots for casting spells. Can't we let the elemental lords do anything upstairs and downstairs?"

"Actually you can't, can you? You can call out Lenning and ask."

Lenning impatiently stretched out a tentacle from the elemental rift, and saluted the archmage politely.Theron pulled it out, and Lenning replied quite self-consciously without her asking: "My lady, the water lord can move unrestricted throughout the tower, not by 'order' but by 'instruction', we Such a smart, wise, and advanced elemental creature who understands the rules of human society can understand the complex situations underlying many simple demands, which is different from a creature with a solid head like the Son of the Earth."

Everyone looked at its head in unison. The water lord might have prepared for it long ago, and fixed a brain-shaped bubble there.

"Please allow me to continue to explain that we rely on our own cognition to act where the contractor can't see it. For example, the little lady in the living room wants me to go downstairs to find Charmodale to help send away the letter she wrote yesterday. A letter, I'll go to her room and put the letter in an envelope, and if it's not addressed, I'll help write the address, and then go downstairs and put it in the letter box at Charmoder's feet. These are not 'orders' ’, you don’t need to judge and give instructions one by one, I will do it myself.”

"Thank you very much for your explanation." Hipper said to the water lord.

"It's an honor, ma'am." Its mouth shape clearly intended to say "Your Majesty".

"But the children of the earth are not good. The children of the earth are a kind of elemental creatures with very low activity, but there are ways to control them. Come."

The archmage half-kneeled on the ground, "This will help you get closer to them, come." Theron also knelt beside her, just like Hipper taught her to cast spells or write countless times when she was a child, Theron was surrounded by her from behind , the hand was held in her hand.

"Let go of one of them and concentrate on feeling the other, lest you be disturbed."

"Ok."

Theron was very nervous, but unlike before, she was no longer nervous because she couldn't control these overly flattering elements, but because of another person's body temperature.

The loose robes were intertwined, and each was slightly deformed by the other, as if they were closely attached to each other.Virgil turned his face away so as not to be silenced because he knew too much, and Lenning stood beside him thoughtfully, propping up a dark cloud for him.

"Feel it?" Hipper turned her face to look at Theron's side face. Under the thin gauze, her little face was slightly flushed, and beads of sweat ooze from her forehead.

"Ah."

"Thirsty?" Hipper wiped the sweat from her forehead with her scarf. As a result, the little girl's face turned even redder. Hipper turned her wrist and held a water polo on her fingertips to feed her. Theron sucked it off her lips, but his lips touched Hipper's fingers.

The archmage withdrew his hand, clenched his fist unnaturally, and stopped looking at her profile, and didn't even speak.But fortunately, the little apprentice didn't dare to look at the archmage.

"now what?"

"It's getting... more and more blurred. A... kind of softening feeling, son of the earth... um..."

"Well, here it is... In short, it's okay to go down, try again, and concentrate. There are a lot of 'noises' around here, but the son of the earth is different from them, it is a more continuous feeling, not fluctuating, no There will be changes."

"I can see, I can feel... well... go a little further... kind of weird... kind of weird feeling..."

"how is it like?"

"'Shell'." What Theron said is already an ancient Seti word, which is used to describe a kind of...more abstract shell-like outer skin. Hipper quickly searched for "shell" and "shell" in his memory." "Soil" and "desert" related things, the cobweb-like associative force crawls meanderingly, connecting almost all the known things.

"If you can't merge and walk, then you just use knocking? According to the 'sound' of the feedback, it is easy to know whether it is crystallization or other bones."

Theron's fingertips moved slightly, and the golden glow powder kept drilling into the ground, maintaining the vague connection between it and the little son of earth.

"No, don't!" Hipper suddenly woke up from a state of shallow meditation and wanted to grab Theron's hand, but her delicate little fist had already knocked it down. She hugged Theron across the waist and walked towards the distance He fell down, and he still didn't forget to call out to Lenning: "Protect him!"

The water lord listened to orders other than his own master, and quickly set up a water film to wrap Virgil in it. Suddenly, a large number of black fragments fell from the sky, and the water film was almost smashed through.

The place where the two of them were standing just now was replaced by a black pillar, and the viscous liquid kept falling down. The Archmage dragged Theron forward and ran forward. The archmage ran for a while, but suddenly his feet went limp and he fell to the ground.

She still wanted to get up, but Theron suddenly held her down, "Teacher, it's almost safe here. But you..."

Hipper lowered her head and removed the tulle from her head, but the tulle did not cover her hair well, and the viscous black liquid stuck to her hair.

It also slides down slowly, and it can still be drawn.

The deep hole in the distance is still spraying black water, but the power is obviously much smaller. Virgil walked around from outside the danger zone and pulled Dvorak, but Dvorak didn't look very happy. Look carefully. , Its white mane also had some black liquid stuck to it, and it kept shaking to get rid of this thing, Virgil comforted it but was threatened by its hoof, and had to agree to shave it off.

In order to prevent the black viscous liquid from dripping on the clothes, Hipper had to continue to lie on her stomach. The two loyal water lords tried to get the liquid off, and finally had to say sorry: "My lady... we two There is no way to do it, although they are liquids, they are not water, and they cannot be commanded."

The archmage lay back on the ground in frustration, trying to manipulate the slime by calling stones, there was a faint response, but nothing more.Their sticky properties make them immobile.

She looked uncommonly embarrassed, her beautiful blond hair was covered with black slime, and sand was still stuck to the surface of the slime.

Virgil came over leading the horse, and sat down on the sand beside him. Needless to say his shaking body, everyone knew that he was about to burst out of laughter.

Even Theron wanted to laugh, she had never seen the Archmage like this.But she dared not be so blatant. "I'm sorry, teacher... I shouldn't..." She quickly stopped talking halfway through, although she was sorry, and although she knew it was all her fault, she really wanted to laugh.

Hipper's expression was extremely gloomy, and I believe that if Theron and Virgil were not present, she would have killed people to silence her.

"Virgil, stop laughing, find a way, or I will start to torture you."

Virgil jumped up suddenly, "Why torture me! It won't help your current situation!"

"People who are in pain, if they see that other people are suffering, they will be psychologically balanced. Even if it doesn't help."

"Why don't you torture Theron! You torture her, and I'll help you find a way."

"Reject, I want to torture you."

It sounded as if the Archmage paid more attention to Virgil. Listening to their quarrel, Theron could no longer simply read the jokes as before. She stood between Hipper and Virgil, trying to divert the topic, at least to draw Hipper's attention grab it back.

"Teacher, I think you can...cut your hair so that you don't...don't need to find a way to get it off, and it won't get dirty. What's more, due to the surface tension of the liquid, it will quickly disappear. Will it reach the scalp?"

Hipper's eyes widened suddenly, "Is it almost to the scalp?" She even felt a strange coolness on her scalp, as if a monster had stuck to her.

"Not yet...but, soon, teacher, make up your mind."

Hipper's face struggled. She had this hairstyle for a long time, and it had almost become part of her image.

"Doesn't that have to be shaved? It's just too indecent!"

"Well ... my dear master, your little white face ... hahahahahahahahaha ... suitable for all hairstyles, quickly decide, get the scalp, it's not easy to wash hahahahahahaha ..."

Hipper ignored him, still hesitating.Theron said: "Teacher, your hair will grow, and you don't go out often, and no one will notice the change in your hairstyle."

"There will be endless troubles."

"But are you going to go back like this? Your image will also be ruined."

Virgil laughed from time to time, but he had already pulled out a delicate... tailor's knife from his pocket. "How about this? Dvořák's trimmer is too big for you."

"Why do you still have this thing? I almost suspect that this is your conspiracy."

"Come on, old friend, how can you not have some tailoring skills when you are away from home? Theron, do it, this guy is just talking, if you really want to cut her, she won't resist."

"That... I'm sorry..." Theron knelt on the sand and cut off the first strand of blond hair close to his scalp.

"Click"

The sound was crisp, the knife was very sharp, and the parts sticking to the black mucus were cut off bit by bit, and some parts were indeed almost attached to the scalp. shear.

The left half of the archmage's hair was gone, and now her hairstyle was messy and messy. Annoyed, she used the wind blade to cut off the other half of her long hair.

This is a very dangerous move, the wind blade is a deadly weapon, and the archmage is still casting spells on himself without defense.Theron hesitated to speak, and Hipper walked up the dune with a sullen face, looking at the black slime spread below.

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