Chapter 129 (1/2)

”Hey, Bucher, see? There's grass here, bramble.” Zhao Mai drags the rope on his waist and tries his best to drag the strong man forward. With the shadow of the megirot mountains, the temperature in some places will be lower than that in other places, and the plants will be able to grow.

A big cactus stopped at the side of the road, green, fat, vibrant. Zhao stopped in front of it, admiring the great power of nature, then cut off a piece with a dagger, cut off the surface of the thorn, and cut off part of the hard skin.

”Damn it, Bucher, chew it in your mouth!” Zhao Mai opened his mouth and put the cactus stick in.

Bucher was in a trance, his mouth moved twice, and the cactus fell out again. He was so dehydrated that he lost most of his vision and all his hearing, and his touch began to blur. Zhao Mai picked up his waist and helped him to lie under the cactus.

”I'm sorry, I can only squeeze you dry now.” Zhao Mai put his hand on the cactus and said something apologetic: ”I know it's not easy for you to grow up. It took countless hardships to become this. But this is the only way I can save my friend now. ”

Ever since he guessed that this might be a world of havoc, he has been very careful about using magic. Different from other places, on this planet called atas, excessive use of magic drained the vitality of the world, turning a rich, rich, green and beautiful place into a world dominated by desert, Gobi and wilderness. The gods have already given up here, maybe they haven't left, but they do give up being responsible for anything here. Only some element planes can be connected with atas. The priests here still exist, but their power comes not from God, but from some element and serves the wrong master.

Because the key to open the element channel is in the hands of the wizard king, who is also a strong one with the power of arcane and spiritual powers. In fact, all the ”temples” are just serving for the wizard king, helping them to rule in exchange for their own ability to cast spells, and eventually become a group of puppets.

The Witch King ruled the city-state. They were always young. They were tyrannical and vicious. They were users of blasphemous (damage environment) magic. They were almost invincible. The caster is awed, but if he does not take refuge in the wizard king, he will be killed, because the caster has killed the world, and the blasphemer is hated by everyone.

No matter whether the casters know or don't care at all, every time they cast a spell, they are really continuing to extract vitality from the world of atas and making the world more desolate. Against the blasphemers are a group of people who are called guardians. They are more restrained and use magic within the scope of recovery and regeneration. It is said that at the right time, with the right incantation, it is possible to slightly reverse the situation that the planet is constantly sliding towards death. The guardians are pursuing this kind of opportunity and mantra, but they are too weak to achieve anything at present. Moreover, since there is no difference on the surface, the number of guardians and other blasphemers without the protection of the wizard king are being hunted and hunted in the same way, and the number is decreasing.

The only ability that doesn't deepen the evil effect is psychic powers, which use their own power rather than the power of the surrounding environment to influence other things, and will not - or will not always - destroy nature.

Zhao Mai is a druid. He needs the natural force to cast. But here, the cycle of the natural force has long been destroyed, and in the barren places, it has lost the ability to regenerate. Every time Zhao Mai cast a spell, he was extracting the vitality around him, first plants, then animals, and finally himself. This is a kind of damage to nature, so every time he does this, he will be less sensitive to the natural force, and he must strengthen meditation to make up for it. In other words, the more he consumes the natural force, the worse his ability to manipulate it.

But, compared with saving the lives of your friends, blasphemy is blasphemy. Although he loves nature, he doesn't spoil it. There will always be life and death, kinship and estrangement. The wolf will also take care of its own group and kill the sheep in order to survive. Atas is a poor sheep, weak sheep, but not Zhao Mai's sheep.