Chapter 325 The Blood of the World

Boffis patted her head in distress: "But even if I answer you like this... If you haven't seen it, you won't understand it."

She thought hard for a while, then reluctantly stretched out her hand and gestured: "That's it...

"Generally speaking, there will be many dispersers on the ground that are this high. Here, water will be pumped from underground rivers, injected with energy, and then poured into the dispersers... Then when the night comes, the dispersers will be turned on.

"Water infused with magic energy will emit different colors and beautiful lights when activated."

Boffis said with a little nostalgia: "But you will definitely not see it..."

"Why do you say that?"

"Because there is no spell reaction in your blood."

Boffis glanced at the two and one cat behind Citalopram, and replied casually: "If you say it's because of the Pale Daughter...they don't have either. I think the spell energy technology has finally been terminated. "

"...So, what exactly is the mantra?"

Citalopram couldn't help asking.

"Curse energy..."

Porphys muttered.

She couldn't help showing a thin wry smile: "It seems that you won't be able to let go if you don't tell you.

"Since I want to say it, I have to make it clear to you. The curse energy... can never be used again.

"Curse energy is the technology we rely on to survive in the desert. You can understand it as the ability to pump out clear springs from the desert... Under limited conditions, the ability to do what you want.

"—that is 'incomplete creative power'.

"But your teacher should have also taught you, the iron rules of this world? 'Everything you have that you shouldn't have has its price'."

"……almost."

Citalopram nodded.

Annan did tell her.

Although the original words are not this, but the specific meaning is similar.

Boffis took a deep breath,

He murmured in a low voice: "Curse energy... is the blood of the world.

"The contact between this world and the dream world is not a gentle fusion. At the overlapping point of the two worlds, the world will become extremely fragile... that is the flaw in the world itself.

"That is, the wounds of the world - flesh and blood not covered by skin."

Pophis sighed: "And the curse cellar is a hollow wedge. It is nailed into this flesh and blood, and the blood of the world is pumped out. The world around the curse cellar will gradually become desolate, and the people near the curse cellar will also Occasionally disappears... That is, when the world collapses, it falls into the dream world. If the body enters the dream world, it is basically impossible to come back.

"In addition to the destruction of the world itself by the curse cellar, those who drink the blood of the world will be cursed by the world. Or, what they are drinking is the curse of the world.

"Those who have used the power of curses will live seven times longer, but not youthful; they are doomed to have nightmares, even if they are not dead... Many curses, different from each other. After coming, new spells will be added, and they will be tortured until death... and even death will not end.

"As long as we use the magic energy once, we will never be able to get rid of this craving. But when we are in the desert, there is no room for hypocrisy. The magic energy is the poisonous blood that keeps our civilization going... Knowing that we will take it sooner or later. die, but if you don't accept it, you will even die of thirst.

"As soon as we arrived at the resource-rich Yatheran, some insightful people called on everyone to use spell energy in moderation.

"But the vast majority of elves are reluctant to give up the convenient magic energy-because its side effects can be said to be negligible compared to the convenience of the magic energy. And a civilization that uses the magic energy together will further share its side effects. Now. As for a world riddled with holes for hundreds of years...that's a future that has nothing to do with us."

"...Can spells be addictive?"

Citalopram asked subconsciously.

She vaguely sees the shadows of the Sunwell and Quel'Thalas...

"No, mantra itself is not addictive, but the convenience itself is a terrible dependence. The convenience of mantra is enough to make people forget the pain of death... Therefore, the elves born after the third era , does not think that death is a terrible thing.

"For them, mantra is not for survival, but for enjoyment."

But Boffis's answer was even more terrifying.

"Because of the mystery of this power and its increasing rarity... Yatheran people are eyeing this power instead. There are traces of spell energy in some of the legends and stories sung by the bards.

"In your legends, mantra has many magical aliases. Like 'the water of immortality', the 'fountain of youth', the 'Holy Grail', the 'water of the Styx', and so on.

"In the end, under the persuasion of many prophets, the emperor still forcibly controlled the situation. In the case of complete opposition from the elders' house, a compromise was forcibly reached with the elders' house - not to completely stop the use of curse energy, but to concentrate important populations. Go to the capital, use the spell energy only in the capital. Also prohibit the use of spell energy in the presence of centaurs and Arthurians.

"...but then, we launched a rebellion.

"It's not a rebellion of resistance, it's a rebellion of self-destruction... For example, the city I'm in is an extreme city of cult of curse energy. Before the curse cellar was finally demolished as planned, people destroyed their own houses, Destroyed the traces of life...Using the last power of the curse cellar, weaved an eternal public nightmare and stopped time.

"—It was an endless month, an incomparably beautiful 'nightmare'... Not to record important knowledge and inheritance, but to escape into it and enjoy a life that is no different from before."

Miss Porphys's mood gradually increased, and then faded.

She was silent for a long time before she lowered her head and said in a very low voice, "Sorry, I lied before."

"this is not your fault."

Citalopram gently and softly persuaded.

Boffis took a deep breath and calmed down.

Then she continued: "Mom wanted to take me to the capital. But I ran away halfway because I didn't want to use spell energy anymore, which was obviously wrong... Mom taught me this way since I was a child.

"But she herself wants to move to the capital to live..."

When she said this, she choked for a moment.

Citalopram persuaded again: "It's not your fault."

"I just want... to live an ordinary life. But no one supports me... The best I can do is go back to my hometown and die with everyone... Save this time, this meaningless 'knowledge' as specimen.

"...But I couldn't do anything. When I got back, I was late and didn't get to participate in the ceremony...but when I wanted to leave, I couldn't run."

Boffis smiled bitterly: "I'm here alone, I don't have a great mission, and I don't do anything great. I just lingered in the same place, not knowing where I should go, and in the end I didn't do anything...

"I lied, citalopram. I'm not good at all, I don't have any companions, and I don't have any special abilities. I can't do anything well."

She murmured: "I'm just an indecisive half-ass..."

Boffis looked at Citalopram pleadingly, her voice faint like a ghost.

"...you, will you come back to me?"

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