Sword and Magic and Taxi

　　 "Hey, Butcher, have you seen it, there is grass here, thorn grass." Zhao Mai pulled the rope around his waist and dragged the strong man forward. The shadow of the Mejilot Mountains casts down, and the temperature in all some places will be relatively lower than other places, and plants will be able to grow.

　　 A big cactus stopped by the roadside, emerald green, plump and full of life. Zhao Mai stopped in front of it, admiring the mighty power of nature, then cut a piece with a dagger, cut off the thorns on the surface, and cut off part of the crust along the way.

　　 "Damn, Butcher, put this thing in your mouth and chew!" Zhao Mai opened his mouth and stuffed the cactus sticks in.

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

"Sorry, I can only squeeze you dry now." Zhao Mai put his hand on the cactus and said apologetics: "I know that your growth is not easy, and it has become like this after countless hardships. But now I want to save my friend , There is only one way."

　　 Since he guessed that this might be the world of catastrophe, he has been very careful about using magic. Different from other places, on this planet called Atas, the excessive use of magic drained the life of the world, turning a rich, abundant, green and beautiful place into a world ruled by desert, Gobi and wasteland. The gods have given up here long ago, maybe they have not left, but they did give up being responsible for anything here. Only some elemental planes can still be connected to Atasi, the priests here still exist, but their power is not from gods, but from certain elements, and serves the wrong master.

　　Because, the key to open the elemental channel is in the hands of the Witch King, who is also a strong man with both magical arcane and psychic powers. All the "temples" are actually just serving the Witch King, helping them rule in exchange for their own spellcasting ability, and eventually become a group of puppets.

　　The Witch King rules the city-states. They remain youthful, they are tyrannical and vicious, they are the users of desecration (environmental destruction) spells, and they are almost invincible. The caster is awe-inspired, but if he does not take refuge in the Witch King, the caster will also be killed, because the caster killed the world and the desecrator is hated by everyone.

　　 Regardless of whether the casters know it or not, or they don’t care at all, every time they cast a spell, they really continue to draw life force from the world of Artas, making the world move in a more barren direction. Opposite the blasphemer is a group of people who have become guardians. They are more restrained and use magic within a recoverable and reproducible range. It is said that at the right time, with the right spell, it is possible to slightly reverse the planet's continuous sliding towards death. The guardians are pursuing this kind of timing and spell, but unfortunately they are weak and still have nothing to do. Moreover, since there is no difference on the surface, the guardians and other blasphemers who are not protected by the Witch King are being hunted and hunted the same way, and the number is decreasing.

　　 The only ability that does not deepen the evil consequences is the psychic powers, using one's own power instead of the power of the surrounding environment to affect other things, and will not-or not always-destroy nature.

　　 Zhao Mai is a druid, he needs natural force to cast spells. But here, the circulation of the natural force has long been destroyed, and the ability to regenerate has been lost in barren places. Every time Zhao Mai casts a spell, he is extracting the vitality around him, first the plants, then the 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 force of nature, and he must strengthen meditation to slowly make up for it. In other words, the more he consumes the natural force, the worse his ability to manipulate the natural force.

　　 But compared to saving the lives of your friends, blasphemy is blasphemy. Although he loves nature, he is not spoiled. Naturally, there will always be life and death, and there will be close relationships. Wolves will also take care of their own race and kill sheep in order to survive. Artas is a poor sheep, a weak sheep, but not yet Zhao Mai's sheep.

　　 He held his breath, stretched his palms flat, spread his five fingers, concentrated his thoughts on the cactus, and communicated with its natural force. After that, the druid eliminated distractions and guided the force of nature to gather water droplets.

　　 The cactus immediately began to turn yellow and withered, and the edges became blackened. This is a manifestation of being sucked away from vitality. But the water has condensed out, full of vitality. Zhao Mai controlled the water and put it to Butcher's mouth. Moisture brings strength, and instinctively makes this half-conscious brawny **** hard to make up for the thirst in the body as soon as possible.

　　 Butcher's condition improved, Zhao Mai stopped praying for water creation. However, the corruption of the cactus continues, but the speed is somewhat reduced after the spell stops. This is how the ecology is. As long as the balance is broken, the process of destruction will begin to roll forward. Before the cactus had completely turned into coke, Zhao Mai quickly cut off some intact ones, peeled off the skin, and used them as food.

　　 This thing is not delicious at all, unless it is thoroughly fried in oil, soaked in water and let cool, and then mixed to make cold dishes. I remember that my mother once saw the "sharing" in the circle of friends and fryed the cactus that was an eye-catching place at home. Dad didn’t know if he ate it, but Zhao Mai took a bit of it and it felt okay.

　　 Butcher's breathing became steady, his eyes gradually opened, and his sanity began to recover. Until this time, Zhao Mai had no time to look at the mountain in front of him. He is very happy that there are plants here, although they are just some low grass and twisted trees, they are finally green. He saw the cactus, growing out of the cracks in the rocks, and fighting stubbornly against the sea of ​​sand. They can't become too big, time not only brings bad weather, but also attracts diners. Some cacti have signs of being eaten, which means that there are animals, dangers, and meat. The natural force of the mountains is stronger than that in the sand sea. After entering, he should be able to cast one or two spells.

　　 There are two roads in front of her eyes. One is a rugged trail hidden on the mountain wall. Although it is mostly covered by wind and sand, it is enough for people to pass. I don't know who made the road from here, let alone where it leads. But where there are roads, there will be civilization, and there will be villages or gathering places.

　　The other way is to walk inward along the canyon between the two mountains~www.NovelMTL.com~ into the depths of the mountains. Zhao Mai can vaguely feel the existence of water, and there may be springs or underground rivers inside. Of course, where there is water, there may be dangerous creatures, and they will not welcome more people to share the water. As a druid, Zhao Mai can try to communicate with them, but the result cannot be guaranteed.

　　 Zhao Mai thought for a while, and suddenly realized that there was no point in making choices. Because they didn't know where they came from, a group of people were coming down the mountain along the road, towards Zhao Mai. They wore white robes and white headscarves to protect their mouth and nose. If you can't see their expressions, you can't guess their intentions, but it's very important to be on guard.

　　 At this time, he couldn't care about the life and death of the cactus anymore, Zhao Mai took it seriously, drained its vitality, and woke up Butcher with water. The rest of the water is allowed to drink the grain reserves and then poured down immediately. His clothes are still hot, so water will produce white steam when poured. At the same time, Butcher also understood the situation, stood up tremblingly, and squinted hard to see the situation on the other side.

　　 "Just close your eyes and rest for a while, so that you can recover more quickly." Zhao Mai put the long sword in his hand, and put some cactus sticks in his mouth. "It's sour and bitter, but it's rich in nutrients, which is good for you. Just treat it as a radish and eat it hard!"

　　 "Is the enemy here? I heard footsteps. How many are there, and what weapon?"

"There are eleven people in total." Zhao Mai sighed: "They are holding stone spears, stone hammers and hardwood sticks. I will try to communicate with them first. If you don't know the language here, don't talk, just be vicious. It's okay~www.NovelMTL.com~ Book friends are welcome to visit and read, the latest, fastest and hottest serial works are all at ~www.NovelMTL.com~ mobile phone users, please go to read.