Vol 2 Chapter 1005: Road to ruins

As Rod became more proficient in time pupation, he was already able to go further in time spells-but to do this, he needed some inspiration and means.
It's been a while before the next Bandel City portal appears, so Rhode strikes Kiran naturally.
Although the last exchange with Kieran was not too pleasant, this time Rod was pulling Jax this time!
Don’t worry about whether you can eliminate the battle of Acacia from the timeline. Just look at my help to clean up the force field of the void, how can it not be an enemy?
Anyway, your mage tower is also displayed there...
Jax clearly understood what Rod meant-to be honest, although he paid tribute to Kieran, he didn’t agree with the idea of ​​"eliminating the battle of Acacia from time", Jax didn’t understand time, But after living for so long, he always felt the way to the time in the bottle.
Where is the time so reversed!
In contrast, Jax actually appreciates Rod's attitude even more.
As long as the void is expelled... Eccia is not impossible to rebuild!
So Jax also chose to support Rod once.
In this way, under the guidance of Jax, a group of people set foot on the road to the ruins of Acacia.
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The deeper you get into Acacia, the more people will feel the pressure from the void.
The number of ground hernias has increased significantly, and in addition to ground hernias, there are many hollow wounds on the ground. Although these wounds do not have empty chitinous structures, they are also scary to crack.
Here, the barrier between the Void and Varoland has been visually blurred-the only thing that can be considered lucky is that the large-scale saline-alkali land extinct creatures, but also cut off the growth of the Void.
Without creatures, there is no food in the void. This is a dead place for Valoran, and for the void...the same is true.
Relying on this method of "killing eight hundred enemies and damaging one thousand", even though the boundaries here have been blurred, the growth of the void has been at least contained.
"There used to be a sea of ​​flowers." On the flying carpet, Jax extended his finger to a plain not far away. "When I was young, my father would always be there. After taking care of the flower fields, I took one The bouquets of flowers go home and are handed over to the mother. Sometimes they are red, sometimes blue, sometimes the flowers are big, sometimes the flowers are small-but those flowers are beautiful regardless of color, big or small. "
Looking down Jax's finger, everyone saw nothing when they saw the beautiful land full of scars and no trace of beauty.
"I was playing hide-and-seek inside when I was very young-but it's a little bigger, and I'm going to be trained, so I don't actually remember much about that sea of ​​flowers."
"I can only remember that a nobleman of Shurima fell in love with the sea of ​​flowers. He ordered the red and blue flowers to be removed, and all of them were changed to yellow flowers."
"The Shurimah people like yellow. In the first fall after planting, I also said that these yellow flowers are also very beautiful-and then my father hit me, that should be the only time I can remember."
"He said that I was a bastard, saying that it was a betrayal and blasphemy against Acacia. Acacia was free, like the wildflower. If you like red, you will have red flowers, and if you like blue, you will have blue. Colored flowers, and his father is the gardener who guards the sea of ​​flowers. He will not restrict the colors of flowers, but will take care of them."
"I didn't know what my father was saying at the time. It wasn't until later that my father was not only a gardener, but also a guardian of Acacia. He was also a master of weapons."
"In a sense, I can also inherit some of his talents. I can use all kinds of weapons...except the flower shovel."
Speaking of which, Jax seemed to be in a trance. He looked back at Silas, tickling his bandaged fingers towards him.
"Sometimes I think, do you Demasians feel this way too?" After Silas looked at himself suspiciously, Jax spoke again, "Those enemies are invading your hometown, if You have a terrible and enduring spell, will you use it?"
Jax’s question silenced Silas—not only him, but also Lax, Zina, and Quinn didn’t know what answer to give. This question was too heavy.
This is a heavy problem with a sense of substitution.
"The Shureima people occupied Alcacia. They did not allow us to retain our traditions. They did not allow us to use our own words. In their plan, Alcacia will soon become the province of Alcacia- Then, after a few years, it will change to some other name. No one will remember Eccia at that time. It is like the bright yellow flowers in the mountains and the wild. No one knows that all kinds of flowers have bloomed here."
"We are naturally reluctant to do this, and the Shureima people never hide their likes or dislikes."
"We intend to revolt and intend to recapture our own Shurima, and then I started to face this question that has tortured me for countless years. Until now, I still have not been able to draw a conclusion."
"Now I am still confused, and at that time naturally there was nothing to say-so, at the end, the astrologists proposed to use "destructive enough spells" to deal with those forgiveness and against the gods warriors At the time, although I did not agree, I did not object."
"The results after that...you all know."
"The Void has come, the astrologists have become believers and puppets in the Void, and their desire for revenge has given the Void a chance ~EbookFREE.me~ Since then, Valoran has no more Acacia."
"I was lucky to escape at the last moment. After I left the battlefield, I also reflected on myself. If I opposed this decision at that time, would the result be different?"
"After all, I don't have an answer, and there is no such thing as, like those blue, red flowers, once they fade, they will never be there again."
This time, Jax did not suppress himself, he talked a lot.
After speaking, Jax, who had spoken a lot, finally stopped talking.
Eccia, the Void Infected Land.
In this land, the sky is always gray, and there will be no sunset even when the sun sets-under the increasingly dark sky, Jax sits quietly on the flying carpet.
The wind blew, and the broad martial arts clothing rustled in the wind.
Holding the gleaming light of Reggae, Jax at this moment...as if it were Ekasia's last night watchman.