Chapter 947 [Healing-Life]

In a lecture theater, a female magician was demonstrating summoning magic.

"Everyone, please don't look at me, please look at the summoning circle."

When the magic apprentices sitting below heard this, they all looked at the summoning magic array.

In an instant, light emerged and two one-horned rabbits appeared in the magic circle.

In the starry sky, the figures of Verin and Kyle gradually disappeared and left this world.

On the water pool, the figures of the two people gradually turned from virtual to real, triggering vortexes of magic power.

In Kyle's arms, a furry white cub appeared in his arms, with clear eyes in his light blue eyes, looking at the surrounding environment curiously.

"The flower of the heart, and..."

Weilin touched the flowers on his forehead with his hand and wanted to say something, but he had no relevant memory.

Kyle felt his strength growing, but didn't know why.

"Lance."

Hearing the call, the white cub lying in Kyle's arms made a "buzzing" sound in response.

In its mind, it only remembered that the black-haired young man was its master and the blond-haired young man was its breeder. There was no other information.

Verin looked up to the sky and said, "We seem to have forgotten something."

Kyle didn't speak, and there was no relevant memory in his mind. Maybe they experienced some thrilling adventure, or maybe they just stayed in that space that existed between illusion and reality for a moment.

Everything cannot be studied and will never be known.

"This feels so bad!"

Weilin straightened his hair, turned to look at Kyle, and said helplessly.

"kindness."

Kyle nodded in agreement, hating the feeling as well.

"Let's go ashore first."

After saying that, the two of them walked towards the pool.

Arriving at the waterhole, two golden low-level Shia orc warriors came up to them.

"Lord Verin, Lord Kyle, welcome your safe return. I have sent my men to inform the clan leader. Please wait for a moment." The red-haired Shia orc warrior beat his chest and saluted, and said respectfully.

Weilin looked calm and asked, "How long have we been gone?"

"One hundred and twenty-five days." The blue-haired Shia orc warrior standing on the right replied.

"More than four months?" Weilin whispered softly.

In other words, more than a hundred days have passed in the real world, but how long have they experienced in that world?

One hundred and twenty-five hours.

One hundred and twenty-five days.

Or one hundred and twenty-five years.

Kyle was also lost in thought. According to the growth rate of his own strength, he was more likely to have spent one hundred and twenty-five years in that space.

But his master's strength remained unchanged, so he rejected the idea.

If I were by my master's side, I would never give him a chance to be lazy.

Even if I practice hard, I will never leave the Lord idle.

Therefore, it is not one hundred and twenty-five years, but most likely one hundred and twenty-five days.

While he was meditating, the heart flower on Weilin's forehead slowly began to wither.

The power sealed in the three petals of the Flower of Heart began to slowly be released, pouring into Verin's body from the center of his eyebrows.

Blood, soul and will began to actively accept the power of the same source.

Kyle noticed something strange, put Lance on his shoulders, and then led his master to an open place.

The magic power in the air began to gather and converged into Weilin's body.

In the soul, the fourth branch of the big tree formed by the soul's original skill [Reincarnation of Life and Death] began to grow, with buds growing from the end, bright flowers blooming, fruits growing, and then falling off.

The purple fruit floated to the illusory fourth layer of soul rings and blended into it, transforming it into reality and forming its foundation.

[Healing-Life], the information about the fourth soul skill was known to Verin.

Corresponding to the third soul [healing-spirituality], one acts on the body and the other acts on the soul.

Seizing the life foundation of others can heal physical injuries, such as limb regeneration, and can also extend one's own lifespan.

[Healing-Spirituality], repair the damaged soul.

[Healing-Life], repair the missing limbs.

With a blink of an eye, Verin suddenly felt as if he was approaching the law of life.

When the promotion is successful, a new flower grows on the fourth branch and no longer withers.

At the same moment, a small green sapling sprouted from the roots of the big tree transformed by the soul's original skill [Reincarnation of Life and Death], and grew rapidly, reaching half the height of the purple sapling.

At the end of the green tree, a bud grew.

At this moment, the low-level Druid of Soul Soul is promoted, and the water channel is formed.

[Spirit of Change], the information of the first natal spell appeared in Weilin's mind.

All living things you see can be recorded in form and integrated into the [All-Changing Spirit].

After recovering his mind, Weilin opened his eyes and saw a large group of Shia orcs surrounding him, led by Osvid Kedas, the leader of the Kedas tribe.

Without thinking too much, I knew that several days must have passed, otherwise so many people would not have gathered.

After exchanging pleasantries, everyone walked towards the camp.

Entering the camp, Verin and Osvid sat on the main seats, while many other Shia orcs sat in two rows.

A few minutes later, after listening to Weilin's story, everyone looked at each other, but they were all convinced.

In the past history, there have been only a few records of such events, without exception, only a few sentences and a single stroke.

It turns out that they don't want to write about this past, but they don't have these memories.

"Sir Osvid, I can heal your broken arm."

Hearing Weilin's words, Osvid was shocked. He looked at his missing left arm and slowly said, "The reason why my arm remains broken is because a part of my soul is missing."

"I have a way to repair the soul." Weilin heard this and replied with a smile.

Seeing this, Osvid asked, "Sir Weilin, what reward do you need?"

"I have already received the reward. Repairing your left arm is my return gift." Weilin replied.

"Your arrival was guided by Saint Glaald, and you solved the entrance to this space that exists between illusion and reality, which also helped our Kedas tribe. In this way, you and the Kedas tribe are even."

Osvid looked at Weilin and said, "This time you repaired my left arm, which is another matter. You should accept the reward."

Hearing this, Weilin reluctantly accepted it and said, "How about letting me pick something in the Kedas tribal area after I repair your left arm?"

"The good things are all in the tribal treasury. After I recover from my injury, you can go to the tribal treasury to choose."

"Thank you."

Weilin thanked him politely.

Afterwards, everyone ended their chat and returned to the holy land of the Kedas tribe.

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