Chapter 224: The establishment of Le Newmoreville (Part 2)

"Aristophane, something has happened!"
Early in the morning, Farodin rushed into the huge dining room. A crowd of dwarves, humans, and elves were sitting at a long table eating breakfast.
Monsagun and the other dwarves are holding wine glasses and drinking, the elves are eating meat sausages and fruits gracefully, and humans are very common white bread and butter.
They all stopped their movements and turned to look at the sweaty night elf, with long emerald green hair tressed to his face.
And Aristophan stopped the discussion with Lor'themar and Sylvanas, stood up and walked towards the druid: "What's the matter, Farodin?"
"Acandor's energy is out of control!"
Before the Druid's words were heard, Aristophanes flashed in front of him: "What's the matter?"
Farodin said in an anxious tone: "I don't know! Akan'dor's growth was very stable a few days ago, but this morning the magic of the whole plant suddenly raged."
When the wizard heard this, he directly touched Farodin’s shoulder with one hand, turned his head and said to Isarios: "Lord, please take the life essence bestowed by your majesty to the place where Akan'dor was planted. Now is the time to use it."
The magic circle of teleportation instantly appeared at the feet of the two, a blue light flashed, and they disappeared directly into the restaurant.
Sitting next to the table, Isarios closed the big book in his hand, ignoring everyone’s gaze, got up and went out. Sylvanas and Lor'themar looked at each other, stood up, and Order the ranger under his command to enter a state of combat readiness. The lingua franca, dwarven language, and elvish language of the entire restaurant are intertwined, and it suddenly becomes messy.
Aristophane and Farodin appeared directly outside the gate of the Akandor Hall where they walked in. The originally smooth and orderly arcane arts have become extremely chaotic. The wizard wizard saw Akan at a glance. In the constant mana storm gathered at Dole's canopy, the shrill screams were transmitted to their ears.
"According to the teacher's book records, this is a scene formed by Arcandor's arcane energy overwhelming natural energy, causing the two to lose their balance, which makes the arcane energy out of control," Farodin moved his apple and swallowed. Spit and said.
"When Akan'dor can no longer control the magic power, arcane energy will gush out, not only killing Akan'dor itself, but also likely to kill all the creatures near it. Relatively weaker The catastrophic consequence is that the surrounding creatures are distorted or mutated by magical explosions, turning into humanoid monsters or tree monsters.
Aristophane had seen these things a long time ago, and he took Farodin’s words,
The tree acts as A physical container of arcane energy, so we have to increase its strength."
"Yes, and I think your idea is feasible. Use the pure life essence from the Emerald Dream to elevate Akan'dor's life level, thereby maintaining the balance between arcane and nature."
The elf mage nodded, but he still took out the Ebony Chill to activate the various spell runes and enchantments previously arranged in the building: "Falodin, you go outside the door and wait for Isarios, I will first Stabilize the mana storm."
After he finished speaking, he jumped into the pit and approached the tree without waiting for the druid to react. The mana storm became more and more dazzling, and the violent power spewed out, as if it would explode in the next second.
Aristophane was serious, holding the staff in both hands and holding it forward, Farodin lowered his head just to see a trace of purple light emerging from his body, converging to the top of the ebony cold, and a purple line of mana slowly and firmly penetrated In the storm.
"Hmm!" The wizard mage snorted, and a drop of cold sweat suddenly appeared on his face, and the rapidly rotating mana storm stabilized in Faroddin's surprised eyes, although it was still absorbing arcane magic. Magic power, but the speed has slowed down significantly.
Seeing the eased situation, Farodin took a sigh of relief and quickly turned around and walked out of the hall. After a while, a huge green dragon flew in the sky, and some figures in the distance were rushing here.
Farodin stretched out his hand to block the dust from the wings of the green dragon, and Isarios landed on the ground, then transformed into a human form, holding a red and a green gems in his hands.
"Master Isarios, Aristophanes is already waiting inside." Farodin hurried forward, and at the same time fixed his eyes on the two shining gems.
The green dragon nodded, he and Falodin walked into the hall, and then looked at the stable mana storm and took a breath: "You mortals are really terrible, you can make this kind of thing. ..."
Farodin smiled awkwardly and said nothing.
At this time Aristophanes' voice came from below: "Isarios, I need your help!"
Lord Green Dragon jumped directly to Aristophane's side, and Farodin quickly ran down.
"Lord, have you brought the essence of life?"
"Here," Isarios raised his hand, "are you going to use them all or?"
"I think the life essence given by His Highness Ysera is enough, Farodin, will you use the rejuvenation technique?"
"Yes, what's the matter?"
"I will draw out the essence of life in the gem, and then you will use the rejuvenation technique to channel these energy into Akan'dor."
After Aristophane finished speaking, he carefully withdrew his magic power that had gone deep into the mana storm little by little, and without the guidance of the wizard mage, the magic condensate raged again.
The wizard mage couldn't take care of the rest. He picked up the green life essence from Isarios' hand, muttered a word, and the white circle appeared under the green gem.
Soon this gem melted into a pool of green liquid under the gaze of the three of them, and the rich life force in it directly rushed to Aristophanes and Farodin, making them refreshed.
"Farodin, it's now!"
The druid stretched out his purple hands, the green liquid flew into the air under his guidance, and then turned into a thin green yarn to wrap around the tree of Akan'dor.
The essence of life gradually penetrated into its body, the trunk of Akan'dor grew again, the branches began to extend, the mana storm gradually weakened, and the purple arcane began to revolve around its torso, and was gradually sucked into it. in vivo.
And the black ground around the roots of Akandor was also affected by this life essence, and a large number of green grass and flowers appeared in front of the three.
"Finally stabilized!" Looking at the gleaming tree trunk, Farodin's eyes widened, with unspeakable emotions in his eyes. "According to the teacher's record, Akandor will mature in two weeks! "
Aristophanes and Isarios looked at the big tree growing again in front of them, and did not speak.
At this moment, Farodin seemed to think of something, and turned to ask Aristophanes: "You know, when Akandor enters the final stage of explosive growth, it will absorb the amazing magic net energy, the energy here. Is it enough?"
The wizard wizard shook the staff in his hand: "Don't worry, according to my calculations, the energy here is enough for Akan'dor to mature, and I will temporarily strengthen the underground magic net to meet its needs. ."
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Two weeks later, everyone once again came to the main hall where Akandor was planted.
At this time, the artificially cultivated tree has gradually grown to a position level with the ground, and the bare branches and body of the tree exude a dim light, as if something is gestating.
"Farodin, Akandor is about to mature."
"Yes, Aristophanes, my teacher's last wish is about to come true." Farodin looked excited, and tightly held the enchanted red railing by the pit with both hands.
Aristophane flashed to the side of Akan'dor and activated the previously arranged energy-concentrating circle. Everyone felt a large amount of arcane energy gushing out of the ground, and a faint purple smoke enveloped Akan'dor. And the light on it is getting brighter.
Suddenly a dazzling white light illuminated the entire hall, and everyone closed their eyes. When they opened their eyes again, the fully mature Akandor appeared in front of them: the huge tree body was engraved with arcane runes. , The light blue smoke rose slowly from the roots, and long purple vines grew from the branches, hanging straight to the ground, and the end of each vine produced a deep purple fruit.
A group of elves stared blankly at the tall canopy of Akan'dor. It was perfectly symmetrical, with its branches naturally curved, like the most perfect rune.
"Thousands of years ago, when Quel'Dorei was just beginning to crack the mystery of magic, a little druid Secret Realm welcomed an elf wizard for the first time. Under the silver moonlight, they formed a sect, dedicated to Yu took nature as the carrier to bring magic into balance, and Acandor was born from this."
Farodin's voice gradually grew louder and echoed in the hall: "My teachers once belonged to this sect. They have long passed away, but their legacy has survived. This is a gift from the ancient wizard!"
And Aristophanes had already walked up with two purple Acandor fruits at this time, and handed them to Sylvanas and Lor'themar.
"this is?"
"The fruit of Acandor, if my speculation is correct, it can solve your problems."
The two elves heard the words and took the fruit, then opened their mouths and swallowed it, closing their eyes and feeling the changes in their bodies.
The pulp melted in the mouth, and two lavender arcane apertures suddenly appeared under their feet, and gradually contracted, and then the purple light rose rapidly from the soles of the feet, and the white skin was also dyed purple~EbookFREE.me ~ At this moment, one of them opened their eyes, and the blue eyes that were originally emitting blue had turned purple, and the faint silver pattern appeared on their faces.
"How do you feel?" Aristophane asked with concern.
"It feels... weird," Sylvanas shook her fist and touched her face, "but I don't have that desire for arcane arts."
"Me too, as if suddenly no desire for it." Lor'themar said while looking at her slightly purple skin.
"It seems to be a success. As for the effect, we will study it slowly," Aristophane breathed a sigh of relief, "but I plan to focus on development next."
"Give a name to this land, Aristophanes," Sylvanas said suddenly, "After all, there is already a magical item like Acandor here. According to your personality, I think you must have A series of development plans have been developed around it."
Aristophane looked at the smiling elf girl and nodded, thought for a while, and then spit out a word in the eyes of everyone: "Linumville, the elf language means'place of life', and it also means our time again. newborn."