The petals of the crystal flower trembled violently again. A face with a frowning brow was projected on the light screen:
"If you don't learn natural magic well, you can say it's biased. If you do experiments on animals, you can say you have other ideas. But, necromancy!"
The legend who spoke spoke every word, and the petals of the flower shook up and down, then up and down, and then up and down again:
"This is the most violent conflict with nature and the most unnatural spell! Elder Fahim, do you want to take care of this little guy?"
"I have never cared about it." Elder Fahim responded indifferently. Without waiting for the other party to express his filial piety, he continued softly:
"This child is not my disciple. I can help him, but I am not qualified to discipline him or restrain him."
After a pause, the elder said calmly while the petals were shaking violently:
"Besides, with his talent and achievements, if I care about him or interfere with his thinking, I will make things worse."
As soon as these words came out, it was like the legendary level of ice magic [Ice Razor] cutting through the crystal flower. Every petal stopped flickering and stood still as if frozen.
Every elder has to ask himself:
Yes, we have so many legends, even our predecessors, predecessors’ predecessors, predecessors’ predecessors, have any of them extinguished the flame of the Well of Eternity?
Has anyone revealed the nature of the damage caused by the Well of Eternity and developed a correct early warning plan?
Has anyone revealed the reason why treatment cannot work when injured in a secret realm, and found a new treatment method based on these principles?
No.
No.
nothing.
The legendary mage speaks with power, but in the final analysis, he speaks with knowledge. And when knowledge comes to an end, it actually speaks with output.
In terms of strength, any one of these legends can crush Gretel;
But in terms of output, look at me and you, the legends of Evermeet Island, none of them dare to say that their achievements in research can overwhelm Gretel.
In fact, there is no telling who will crush whom.
"Then...then we...just watch like this?"
After a long time, the legend who first protested asked softly and tremblingly. He was answered by silence:
I don’t care, I don’t have the right to care. Elder Fahim, who is closest to Grete, bluntly said he doesn’t care;
No matter, do you really want Gretel to toy with necromancy?
Not to mention what the elves would think of torturing the undead on Everlasting Island, if you think about this scene, you will find it unbearable...
Even the most radical or the most lenient elf legend could not say "Then let him torment the undead" for a while.
As for whether Kusa Oak and the group of elves he led can turn this corner and accept relevant research, that is already an extremely small problem in comparison.
"well……"
An old sigh suddenly sounded from the petals of the crystal flower. In an instant, the petals swayed, and all the light screens were subtly deflected at an angle——
Almost all the Elf Legends sitting in front of the Crystal Flower and participating in the discussion turned their faces in unison.
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They held their breath and listened to the eldest elder of the Magic Academy, Elder Amat, sighing softly:
"Doesn't anyone remember the history of our clan, the history before our clan left the Old Continent and crossed the ocean?"
The crystal flower was quiet. Only a few of the dozens of petals trembled, and the light screen made slight sounds of "ah", "oh" and "eh".
Elder Emmate let out a long sigh. Every wrinkle on his old face seemed to be engraved with the history of the years:
"A long, long time ago...before our clan left the Old Continent and crossed the ocean. At that time, humans and gods lived together, and the blood of gods was passed on in the world..."
His voice flowed leisurely through the light screen of the crystal flower. Every elf followed it leisurely and fascinated, as if being taken back to the distant ancient times:
"But living with gods is not a wonderful life. Some gods care about mortals and take care of them, while some gods regard mortals as their slaves and food.
When things don't go his way, he kidnaps beauties, creates wars, rains down fire from heaven, triggers floods, kills mortals, and destroys the country.
Later, all the races united together and launched a divine war..."
At this point, the light screen of the crystal flower began to hear voices of sudden realization one after another.
That period of history is hard to remember if you don’t mention it, but everyone remembers it. Even in the history of the elves, it is a glorious time with exciting heroes:
All races are working side by side, exploring the mysteries of nature and the world. The magicians have pushed magic beyond the 9th ring, far beyond the scope allowed by the gods;
All kinds of beliefs are in full bloom. There are natural gods, spring goddesses, war gods, dwarf gods and orc gods that have survived to this day, as well as various legends that have fallen;
Elves, dwarves, gnomes, and orcs, shoulder to shoulder on the earth, charge towards the gods.
Elves wear armor forged by dwarves;
Orcs push chariots made by dwarves;
The necromancer held his staff high and summoned the sea of skeletons. Next to him, the bishops of the Glorious Holy See blessed and protected the warriors of all races...
That was the closest cooperation between all races, and it was also a golden age that would never come back.
Later, later...
Later, the old gods who once ruled the earth were killed and expelled, and the belief in the God of Glory became dominant and became the state religion of the empire that unified the continent, declaring the beliefs of other gods as heretics;
Magicians were also declared heretics, chased and killed;
The dwarves hid underground, the orcs occupied the wasteland, the dwarfs hid somewhere, and the vampires raised an eternal dark sky in the black forest;
As for the elves, because they did not want to get involved in the human civil war, they crossed the ocean early and stayed out of it.
Gradually, gradually, over many, many years, the current ethnic character and customs of the elves were formed.
"Not to mention survival and death, which are originally cycles of nature. Not to mention that the little guy hasn't studied necromancy yet, even if he studies it, he can summon the undead——
Can't we be more open-minded and tolerant like our predecessors? If you really can't think of it, you can ask Yggdrasil!"
There was silence. Elder Fahim turned his head slightly, barely holding back his smile;
Elder Alamir frowned and lowered his head, as if he had fallen into deep meditation;
Elder Glenn, the teacher of Kusa Oak, was still Xuan Xin’s disciple after all. He stood up, sat down, sat down, stood up; after going around in circles several times, he still couldn’t help but ask:
"What about Kusa?"
"Let him think for himself." Elder Emma's voice was calm, with the calmness of having overlooked the cycle of the four seasons from the top of the World Tree for a long time:
"They are all half-step legends. You have to figure things out on your own and walk your own path. If you don't figure it out, you will help and point at me, and you will never reach the legend!"
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