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Act 1: Overture to the Phantom Forest Chapter 24: The Peak of Magma

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    " There are countless naturally derived species, but no matter what evolutionary path they choose, they all reach the same goal. Insects eat plants, birds eat insects, ocelots eat birds, and finally ocelots are eaten by disease and life span, turning into fertile animals.  The soil, regenerated with vibrant vegetation. Animals and plants, as well as more visible and invisible life, formed the seraphim's longitudinally arranged rings, one within the other, becoming narrower as they went higher.  The healthy development of the cycle. And civilization is a special extension outside this ring. It breaks the convention of determining survival status by the strength of an individual and can devour and destroy any structure of the ring. " Drushiliya's quill took over.  Some ink left lines of exquisite words on the exquisite wind-patterned paper.  "The cycle is self-repairing and can bridge the holes caused by the development of civilization. But this self-repair has a limit, and once it is exceeded, it will be irreversible. The moth-like holes will eventually collapse the entire cycle system. So the druid must  Standing between nature and civilization, ensuring the elasticity of self-healing, this is the footing of balance." The Queen reread the draft of the core ideas given to the Druid Order and felt very satisfied.  She went on to write: "Tia's civilization model will inevitably enter a harmonious pace, and spreading this harmony is the mission of the Order. At some point, civilization will cause irrational destruction of nature for various reasons.  At this time, we must carefully observe whether this civilization will leave irreparable scars on Saraf. If so, then we have the obligation to erase the products of natural mistakes" At this point, the quill suddenly stopped, and Drushi  Liya was lost in thought, and the tip of her pen blurred an ink dot on the paper.  She read the last two sentences several times and fell into a daze.  Do druids really have the position and power to decide that a certain civilization is an unreasonable existence?  Of course, she subconsciously thought of humans.  If I write this, will it be misunderstood or misinterpreted as a reasonable elimination of hostile forces, or even a massacre?  She shuddered.  Cross out the last two sentences with a pen.  It suddenly occurred to me that my judgment of human beings was too subjective. During the past few hundred years as a princess, I had never left the forest. My understanding of human beings only limited to the business groups that purchased spices and fabrics, and later the greedy slave-catching  By.  This is not even as clear as the description of the squirrel in the illustrated book!  The young queen sighed. She missed the past time very much. Whether it was politics or knowledge, there was always someone who could answer her questions.  Her mysterious teacher never seems to be confused.  Wisdom is Himself.  "It is necessary to extend Tia's tentacles out of the forest to obtain more information. Regarding the Southeast Alliance, the queen thought.  "Your Majesty, Minister Violet requests an audience." The Queen's Chief of Guard said.  "Invite her in." Drusilla was a little surprised when she saw the new minister of the royal court and the queen's close friend walking in angrily, with an expression as if someone had burned down her house.  "Your Majesty! Forgive me for my incompetence, but you must step in to take care of it!" Violet said with three parts anger, three parts grievance and four parts helplessness.  After going through all the possible troubles in her mind, Drusilla told her friend that she didn’t understand.  "He, he opened a fried chicken restaurant in Zhongxia Square!" Violet stood on tiptoes and leaned forward.  Drusilia figured out who "he" refers to from the word "fried chicken shop".  "Flamir can do whatever he likes, let him do it. We have to give the Flame Mage some face." The queen suppressed her curiosity about the fried chicken restaurant.  Said seriously.  Violet looked on the verge of going crazy, "I've given him a lot of respect. Last week he sold some bird tail wine and got half the patrol rangers in Green City drunk, and almost destroyed the newly repaired Sun Chaser's Song.  The theater was burned down. Last week, he was selling perfume, which caused the perfumers to go on strike. I haven't finished wiping my butt yet. Today, he blocked the door of the chief dietetic scholar's house in Ludu and threatened to open a fried chicken restaurant, which made the old scholar faint.  Go over." The queen wanted to scratch her head, but held back.  "Selling fried chicken seems to be inconsistent with the teachings of the Druid. It is of a hedonistic nature. You can ask someone from the religious order to communicate with him. After all, he is also a teacher." "I think so too. So please tell Candice.  "Yes." Violet was a little discouraged.  "That big-eyed monster is so capable of talking nonsense. He actually said it was to investigate the relationship between glutamic acid, which tastes in native poultry, and forest grazing. I didn't understand it. Anyway, Candice was stunned by it. Finally, he reported back to me,  Operating in the city is the responsibility of the patrol, and she can't control it. Flamir even said that I should allocate a research fund to him. "Then let the Green City Patrol go." The Queen also started to play ball.  "The patrol team was given a few drinks by him, and he told me that Flamir belongs to the Gallan Nord ally and should be managed by the Ministry of Foreign Trade." "Thensend the Ministry of Foreign Trade." Drew?Liya's voice also dropped.  Violet was so angry that she almost burst into tears. She gritted her teeth and said, "The people from the Ministry of Foreign Trade came back and gave me a form, saying that they were applying for research funds for allies!"  Drushiliya put her hand on her forehead.  I have a terrible headache.  "You should go to the Military Department." "What!" Violet was shocked, "Send out the army? Just because he sells fried chicken?" "I mean, fight fire with fire - Ramesile." Ten minutes later, the former ranger  Captain, now the new ranger general, pushed open the glass door.  "I love your coming!" Flamir, wearing a strange little hat, saw clearly who was coming from behind the ordering counter, and immediately continued in the same enthusiastic tone: "If you don't buy it, get out!" "Wow, Flamir.  , your welcome words are reallyunique." Ramesile pointed to the sign outside, "Madonna sounds like the name of a noble lady, why would she name the fried chicken restaurant?" The devil said angrily: "She.  She was originally a beloved princess, but later" "And then she became a queen?" "No! She was dumped because her husband, Prince Kentucky, had an affair with a young man named Dix, and Madonna became a commoner from her uncle.  McDonald's took over the fast food restaurant industry and later became famous on the radio. "Oh, it's an inspirational story," Ramesile nodded.  "Do you want to buy it or not?" "Let me see" the ranger looked at the picture menu, "here, let's make a bucket for the whole family." Without looking back, the devil's eyes stretched out four tentacles into the kitchen utensils and crackled for a while, and then  Take out a drum carton.  "Your whole family bucket will benefit from 15 silver coins." Lamesilai took out a golden chicken wing.  Looking at the greasy look, he curled his lips and took a bite.  "It's okayit's a bit oily. I said, man, if you are really idle, you can consider hiring someone from the Military Department." "Tell me about it." Flamir's face was expressionless and his tone was straight.  "It's like this. His Majesty asked us to use various methods to inspire the people's courage to fight against mankind, and not to lose it because of the passage of time. We plan to use drama and opera, but Tia can write a poignant love eulogy. If you want to be passionate and impassioned, just  It won’t work. To put it simply, we need a screenwriter. I didn’t expect this potato to taste like this.” Flamir’s big eyes flashed, and he threw his hat into the oil pan.  Incomparable: "I am the best at ideological work! In the past, everyone on the battlefield called me the political commissar of the Red Hegemony Demon Eye! I have taken care of this job!" "What are you going to write?" The ranger ate the contents of the barrel carton.  Half done.  "In the face of the brutal oppression of the people by the evil landlord forces, we must call on the broad masses of the proletariat to unite. Reactionary forces are never scary. We must fight with restraint and carry out the Red Revolution to the end! Wake up, Gallan Nord Giant Bear. From the lava  From the mountains to the Crimson Federation! The red light shines across the sky, and we will eventually punish the world!" The demon eye roared with red eyes, and the sound wave echoed in the shop.  The chicken wing in Ramesilai's mouth fell to the ground, and he stared at Flamir, who was so excited that he almost shot out his eyeballs.  "I, we don't want a cult." "Let's put it this way. We need to arouse a sense of hatred towards the enemy. For example, a human being gave your wife to, your daughter to, and your mother to  Fucked him. Fucked your father too! Brothers and sisters, even your dog was f*cked up by him!" Flamir was filled with indignation, with the word "enemy" hanging on his lips. ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? He looked down at the carton of fried chicken in his hand.  He said cautiously: "The whole family stabbed?" Bang!  Flamir fell down, and the tableware in the kitchen fell to the floor.  He climbed out from behind the ordering counter with difficulty, never expecting that he would receive a fatal blow of criticism.  "You forget it, maybe the hatred route is not suitable for elves. Are there any heroes in Tia's history who are very legendary and left a deep legend in fighting against foreigners?" "Yes! The legendary swordsman Winster, a member of the Fubuki clan  Ancestor!" Ramesilai said.  Flamir floats again, this name sounds very legendary.  "Chui Xue was an elf clan settled in the northern part of Tiya Forest. At that time, there was no such thing as a kingdom recall. The elves there had great conflicts with the Darkhammer dwarves. At that time, the leader of the Darkhammer dwarves was Ogden, the Lord of Blackstone City.  He was very powerful, and his mace was so powerful that it was called the flying hammer by the dwarves on the north side of the mountain. Later, in order to settle the dispute, Ogden and Winster had a one-on-one duel on the top of the magma mountain, which spread throughout most of the world.  A Saraf!" Flamir thought about these two names.Does it sound familiar?  Winster, the swordsman of the Fubuki clan, Ogden, the Lord of Blackstone City I'll do it!  This is the magical version of the decisive battle at the top of the magma!  Magic Eye suddenly felt that the energy core in his body was overloaded, and his four tentacles were crackling and flashing excitedly.  "What happened next? Tell me!" Lamesile recalled with a longing expression: "It was a snowy day. Winster, dressed in white and carrying a sword, climbed the mountain road step by step. He stood in the cold wind  On the top of the mountain, quietly waiting for the arrival of the enemy. No one can describe Winster's look. His eyes are cold, just for Ogden to open; his sword is cold, just to taste the blood of glory;  His heart is cold and he will show no mercy for the safety of his compatriots!" "Oh, oh, oh, oh!" The devil's eyes shook excitedly.  "Later, he" Ramesilai sighed.  "What happened to him!?" Flamir crushed the bar counter to pieces.  Ramese Lai’s face was heavy.  "He" "What is the result!?" "Winster, hehe is so cold."  Flamir opened his mouth, as if he was petrified, and fell to the ground with a thud.  There seemed to be a hundred crows croaking and flying past in the sky.  With tears streaming down his face, Lamesile ate up the fries in one bite.  "This is really a sad story. Please write it well." After saying that, he walked away with a bleak figure.  ——————————————————————————————————————————————  —————————————— “Gone?” “Gone. Staggering, his figure was bleak, as if he had been raped.” “You see, sometimes cold jokes are also very useful.  "Drusiliya said with a smile.  (To be continued, please search Piaotian Literature, the novel is better and updated faster! PS: I have a friend here today, so it’s late.
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