I Created the Fantasy World

At this time, the magician organization panicked.

Without the follow-up blood input, wouldn't the Magician's Association and the Mercenary's Association be doomed?

You know, magicians are mostly nobles.

Obtained the noble title due to the power of magic, and maintained the noble title due to the power of magic.

If there is no power suddenly, how can the magical noble family continue?

This is the most serious question before all magician families!

All the magicians have followed one after another, and after hundreds of years, they still have not found the answer.

The path of magic is desperate, and there is no successor.

The previous magician was slowly dying. A few days ago, news came from the Sunset Empire that the last magician died in the magic tower.

Then came the dissolution of various organizations.

The mercenary guild and the magician guild, the few incumbents who have been left in the first place are facing unemployment.

"Why did the magic element disappear!"

On the steps at the entrance of the Magicians Guild, a chestnut-haired little girl sat there with a gloomy expression.

"Let's go, Shia, we're going home." After closing the door, a middle-aged woman glanced at the guild with nostalgia, turned around, and shouted at Shia.

"Oh!" Shia was not in high spirits, stood up, and followed the woman slowly.

As the middle-aged woman walked, she exhorted: "Don't come here to play in the future. Now, this place belongs to Sir Paul."

Shia was stunned for a moment, and followed behind dumbly.

After a while, he asked in a low voice, "Mom, where did the magic element go? Why isn't there any more!"

The middle-aged woman smiled bitterly and said, "How do I know! However, everyone said that the magician was spurned by the goddess of magic, so the goddess took back her power! Now, my mother can't even find a job because of this reason!"

Having said this, he sighed, pulled the girl, and walked into a bustling street.

Soon, the two came to the outside of a single-family yard.

Open the gate and walk in.

The middle-aged woman looked at the house, a little proud: fortunately, she made money from the Magic Guild and bought the house.

Otherwise, after unemployment, I am afraid there is no place to settle down.

"Sia, you're playing in the yard, mom is cooking." The woman exhorted and walked into the house.

Shia nodded, picked up a wooden staff, and muttered in a decent manner.

The woman saw it, shook her head, and entered the room without making a sound.

outside the house.

"Hey, what is this?" Shia played for a while, only to feel that her little arm was a little sore, she stopped, and then she saw a little yellow light flickering in the grass in the yard.

He ran over quickly, squatted down, and looked carefully.

"It's a ring." Shia picked up the shiny thing and put it on her hand, "It's so light! It's not even metal, isn't it? You even said that you can exchange it for your mother!"

The little girl was a little disappointed. The next moment, her eyes lit up, and she whispered: "Hey, that is the ring of the god of the law! The ring of the god of law, haha..."

"What are you doing there?" the mother's voice called.

Shia raised her head, raised her fingers, and said, "Mom, I found a ring, is it yours?"

The woman stepped forward and took a closer look. The color of the ring was dull, with some scratches on it, and the color was a little mottled.

"It should be a worthless thing, you can keep it for yourself." The woman shook her head, "Okay, let's eat."

Shia nodded, looking excited, rubbing her ring, happy for her new toy.

An unremarkable carriage drove away from Sunset City.

On the carriage, a pair of maroon eyes looked at the distant city and muttered, "I will definitely come back!"

"Sia, it's alright! There's nothing wrong with us going back to the countryside, just to save money."

This is Shia and her mother.

Because 610 was born in the Magician's Guild, Shia's mother did not find a job. Due to economic reasons, she finally had to sell her single-family house at a low price, leave the city, and live in the country.

"Yeah." Shia nodded, "I'll help mom with the work."

"Xia has finally grown up." The woman smiled reassuringly, "It's a pity that only noble masters can cultivate Dou Qi, otherwise, Mom will let you learn Dou Qi. Sigh..."

Shia was a little resentful: "In the past, everyone could practice Dou Qi!"

The woman shook her head: "Okay, don't say more about these things, it's not good to offend the noble master."

Shia nodded, unhappy.

His eyes fell on a book in the carriage, he picked it up, and relieved the boredom.

On the cover of the book, "Fire Magic - Meditation and Fireball Technique" is written in the words of the Sunset Empire.

When magic was flourishing, these books cost a gold coin to borrow once.

Now no one cares about it, and it can only be sold as scrap.

Even, many people think it is filthy, and even refuse to accept it.

On the open space next to the official road, the driver set up a tent and lit a fire.

Shia and her mother went to bed early after eating the dry food.

midnight.

Shia walked out of the tent in a daze and heard a strange voice: "Hey, fat sheep!"_

Chapter 239 _ Magical Flame _ Newborn Light

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Shia shuddered and woke up instantly.

I saw the simple and honest coachman sitting beside the fire, weaving ropes with dry grass, with a cunning smile on his face.

Shia's heart stopped beating.

"What should I do? I seem to have encountered a bad guy!"

All kinds of thoughts were spinning in her mind, but when she looked at her thin arms and legs, she was instantly discouraged.

Slowly stepping, Shia carefully retreated to the tent.

Fortunately, there was no sound to attract the driver's attention.

Looking at her sleeping mother, Shia sat beside the bed, and all kinds of thoughts came to her mind.

"What to do? What to do? What to do!"

Holding the toy staff under the pillow in his hand seems to give some strength.

"Fa God Shia, think of a way. Otherwise, you and your mother will be sold as slaves."

Just then, the tent was opened, and the driver came in.

Holding the rope in his hand, he was taken aback when he saw Shia who was awake.

"You're awake, little girl?" the coachman whispered. "That's fine. Don't resist! Otherwise, you and your mother will be in danger!"

The corners of his mouth twitched, revealing a dangerous smile.

Shia's silver teeth clenched: "Damn!"

Looking at the coachman angrily, he clenched the staff in his hand even tighter.

"Hey, hate if you hate it. When I sell you, I will have money to marry a wife." The coachman smiled and approached Shia.

"That, that..." Shia looked at the driver, her tongue a little knotted.

The driver was stunned: "What do you want to say?"

The next moment, I saw the toy staff coming towards me.

"Looking for death!" The driver was furious. "As long as you don't make a disability, it won't affect the price. Let's see how I treat you today!"

Shia was startled and shouted: "Warm and fearless fire spirit, please burn the enemy in front of you, fireball art!"

This sentence is very long in Chinese, but very short in magic language, with only two short characters.

The magic word is: Fireball.

After all, if you want to use magic in battle, you have to chant the spell for too long, and you have already been KOed by the enemy.

"Magic?" The coachman sneered.

However, before the smile was over, a fiery red was reflected in the pupils.

On the toy magic wand, a fist-sized purple flame appeared and hit him in the driver's desperate eyes.

In just an instant, flames erupted from the driver.

The coachman screamed in agony, and within two breaths, before the screams spread, the coachman's screams stopped.

Because, the driver has been burned to ashes by the fireball.

It took less than two seconds for the fireball to appear and the driver to burn to ashes.

"Is fireball so powerful?" Shia was a little horrified and looked at the staff, "Could it be that my staff is an artifact? No, I cut the staff myself. If it's an artifact, of course it's the Ring of the God of Magic. "

Shia's mother was awakened when Shia chanted the spell, and saw the fireball appear, and then the coachman was burned to death.

She almost suspected that she was still dreaming, didn't the magic element fade away?

"Mom, I'm so scared!" At this moment, Shia rushed over, "That coachman is a bad guy. He wants to sell us as slaves."

The woman quickly comforted: "Okay, Shia, the bad guy has been burned to death by the flames. We are safe!"

Shia cried for a moment, then raised her head and said in surprise: "Mom, I seem to know magic! Just now, I actually summoned a fireball!"

She raised her hand, intending to call again.

"Okay, Shia, practice in the open space. Now that we are in the tent, it will be dangerous to call fireballs again."