I stood in the room for a short while, and when I saw the alarm clock dial, I suddenly realized: It's already afternoon, and Huaxi doesn't seem to have asked himself to eat.
There was no movement in the kitchen or next door.
"Where are people?" Lin Tuo curiously went out and walked towards the next room. Instead of entering the door, he leaned on the window and looked in.
Then his face became a little helpless.
In March, the temperature had risen, and Huaxi had achieved success in cultivation and was not afraid of the cold. At this time, he was lying sideways on the bed, the quilt was kicked open, and he was sleeping.
Two legs hold a crystal ball like a doll. Inside the ball, Hathaway is also asleep.
"Uh, it seems that the ‘side effects’ of absorbing spirituality are greater than expected." Lin Tuo silently retracted his gaze, thinking about it, not surprising.
Hathaway didn't say anything, she swallowed the spiritual origin directly, it was difficult to digest and normal. As for Huaxi, she still stayed in the body tempering state, and its digestive ability was naturally difficult to compare with him.
Shaking his head, Lin Tuo had to go to the kitchen by himself, to heat up the leftovers from the previous meal, and put down some dried noodles by the way.
When picking noodles with chopsticks, he himself found it interesting.
If the transcendents in Sandbox No. 5 knew what their respected archangel was doing, they would not know what kind of expression it was.
...
After half an hour.
After solving the lunch problem, Lin Tuo returned to the sand table again, preparing to solve the promised wishes, and by the way, he also recovered the ether in his body by collecting.
At this moment, the rim of the mainland is at noon, the day is bright and beautiful, the mountains, rivers, forests and trees are picturesque.
Lin Tuo cast his gaze to the north, and the earth immediately unfolded, revealing the desert southwest of the Fairy King's Court. After thinking a little, he dropped his hands, grabbed the desert with one hand, and caught the clouds with the other.
...
To the north, at the edge of the Evernight Forest and the desert, a neutral post sits on a giant tree.
It's a pity that with the erosion of desertification, this extremely long tree is about to wither, and the only green color that remains seems weak.
"The latest order of the tribe, within three months at the latest, we must move to a new post. Here, there is no longer a way to keep people, and there is no need for defense."
When a low-level Extraordinary officer held a document delivered by the druid messenger, summoned the few remaining colleagues in the guard, and read this order, the atmosphere in the field suddenly became low.
"Are you really leaving?" an elf asked. After getting the captain's affirmative reply, his ears were obviously drooping.
"I knew that I could stay soon, or maybe, sooner or later, it's really a bit reluctant," the other elf had a complicated tone, and couldn't help turning around and looking out the window, looking at the diffuse yellow sand:
"The desert is getting bigger and bigger. This is the first time that the defense line has been shrunk? At this rate, I'm afraid we will have to go to the tribal capital to garrison in another thousand years."
"Hilton, don't you think this joke is cold?"
"The key is staleness. She has said this story at least a thousand times in the past fifty years!"
Several elves were frustrated.
The captain said:
"Okay, didn't these things have been expected a long time ago? We will just keep the last guard. In fact, you don't need to worry too much. The tribe has been working hard..."
"What's the use of hard work? Can it stop more and more yellow sand? Less and less forest?" Hilton said, "Unless the miracle recorded in history reappears!
Ha, speaking of this, I know that the high priest has been cultivating a wish-maker...and has been trying to make a wish with the help of the wish-maker, getting feedback from the gods, but the result?
What is the use?
I feel that human beings are so pragmatic in this respect that they will not pin their hopes on the useless ‘wishers’! "
"Okay!" The captain yelled, just about to say something.
Suddenly, a loud noise appeared, and the earth shook suddenly, and even the wooden houses in the post creaked and moved.
"What's the matter? Is it a sandstorm?"
"what happened?"
The discussion was interrupted, and heads poked out from the window of the tree house. Then, the group of sentinels saw an unimaginable scene:
Yellow sand rolls up.
The endless sandy soil is like a river, gathered into a stream, flowing back to the sky, not knowing where to go.
At the same time, countless dark clouds gathered and the heavy rain fell violently, and within a few seconds, the whole world was flooded.
Only the elf standing in the outpost was left in a daze. After a while, the captain woke up first and said:
"You wait, I'll go to the Druid messenger and inform the high priest!"
Before he finished his words, he had already started the "charge" and turned into a plume of smoke to rush out. At this moment, they all understood what had happened.
miracle! The miracle reappeared!
...
"Great Chief!" The orc king's court, on the mountain where the mountaintop temple is located, the orc temple guarding here wishes to see Kreus and shouted.
There was some doubt in his eyes.
"Mountain Temple", as the name suggests, is built on the basis of a statue of a standing on the top of the mountain.
Due to the inconvenience of traffic and there is a statue of a deity under the mountain nearby, it is not the usual place of worship for the people of the royal court, and usually few people come.
But today, Kreus, the king of orcs, brought people here personally. This made the temple fear and curiosity.
"Nothing." said Kreus, who was two meters tall, with sturdy black hair and the beast traits left on his tail, and immediately looked at the vast mountains ahead and waited quietly.
The "Mountain Temple" is also the place with the highest view nearby.
He was waiting for the "archangel" to take action.
I want to witness with my own eyes how to turn mountains into fertile soil.
Coincidentally, at this moment, a strange whistling suddenly appeared over the western mountains, and the stacked gray clouds suddenly shattered!
As if being penetrated by some invisible but powerful force!
The next second, the big earthquake trembles, Creus' eyes widened in astonishment, and the "Eagle Eye Technique" was activated.
Then, the orc master saw with horror that the distant mountains were crushed, smoothed, and moved by the mighty and invisible power at this moment!
That power deliberately avoided the area where the orcs lived, and stretched far away, so that the earthquake caused would not cause disaster if it spreads here.
Under the mountain, countless orcs rushed out of the city, staring at the collapsed mountains in the west with vague but fear.
Behind him, the "wish teacher" Miao Zhu fell to his knees with a thud, raised his hands excitedly, and shouted:
"The sky is falling! The ground is sinking! God's grace! Fertile soil!"
In this miracle that only "gods" can create, the countless barren mountains were easily "smoothed" and turned into plains, which were flooded with water.
Cangshan turns fertile fields.
...
On this afternoon, the northern elven tribe, the western orc territories, and the two empires of mankind successively appeared different kinds of "miracles", which attracted countless people out of their homes and worshipped in terror.
And each of those miracles accurately solved the most urgent desire for survival of the creatures everywhere.
In the past many years, many wishers have made many "prayer".
"The miracle reappears! The miracle reappears!"
There are similar voices all over the streets.
The vast majority of people in this world do not know that just last night, the top powerhouses of all races won the "jihad" victory.
Even many officials, extraordinary people, didn't know anything about it.
Even most of the strong men who have truly participated in the "jihad" do not know the specific details of the miracles that follow, and only have guesses.
Obviously, the senior leaders of all ethnic groups did not disclose their thoughts, and tacitly attributed the collective "miracles" covering all ethnic groups to the prayers of the "wish masters" over the past many years.
As a result, people suddenly realized that in their opinion, this is undoubtedly a very logical explanation... They don't know the existence of the holy war, but they know the existence of the "wish teacher".
Many of them also know that the ability of "wishers" is to communicate with gods and make wishes, and there is a probability that they will be realized in "a few years".
"So, today's miracle, and even the strength of the wishers of the past generations? Their prayers have been given the unified feedback of the gods?"
"It turns out that the power of the'wisher' is real?"
At this moment, countless people were shocked.
In their original cognition, the wish master is really not a sequential approach, but with the many miracles of today, they finally realized that the power of the "wish master" is not reflected in the magic, but other.
In the face of so many powers that can be called changing the world, even the legendary ninth-level sequence powerhouse, what is it?
From this perspective, perhaps, the "wish teacher" is the most powerful existence among the fourteen sequence paths.
...
Gods.
In a certain house, Ke Lan, who had finished recuperating, stood quietly in the courtyard, looking at the delicate and beautiful flower tree in the garden—the heavy rain last night finally ended at this moment.
The sun shines in the afternoon, and the whole world shining on seems to be shining.
"So, now the whole is chasing the'wisher'?" Ke Lan retracted his gaze and looked at the groom and attendant who was standing beside him and reporting.
"Yes, Your Highness, no one dares to despise this path anymore!" The attendant said excitedly.
"Oh." Ke Lan's expression was unexpectedly flat.
"His Royal Highness..." The attendant was taken aback. He always felt that his Highness had changed a lot since last night, but he did not ask any questions cleverly, and instead said:
"By the way, you said earlier that you would go to the temple to pray in the afternoon. I will prepare the car?"
After a long silence, Ke Lan suddenly shook his head:
"No, I'm a little tired today, so I won't go."
"Ah, good." The attendant retreated with a dazed expression.
When he left, Ke Lan tightened his collar and unfolded the letter sent by the great priest from his arms. It was the news that he could go to the temple and make a "special wish".
Originally, he had prepared a wish, that is, to ask the "god" or the "archangel" to help him change his way and change his identity as a "wisher"... to become truly extraordinary.
But... just now, he changed his mind.
"Tear." After tearing the letter to pieces, Ke Lan yawned lazily, turned and walked towards the bedroom:
"Perhaps it's not bad to be an idle'wisher'."
...
Lishan, study.
Raising his hand and pressing it on the "Xinghai Server", Lin Tuo waited for a long time, but did not wait for the "special wishes" of those "wish masters" who had given credit.
"Tsk," reluctantly withdrew his hand, Lin Tuo looked at the sand table continent in front of him, with some doubts, "Is it forgotten, or didn't think about it? I won't give up, right?"
It is three o'clock in the morning, try to prevent theft, I hope it won't hurt the night owls, sorry, I will replace it when the pirated version is updated, I hope it won't be too long, the number of positive characters is only a lot, 嘤嘤.
