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1 神 Tales of Mystery 神秘物语 Falling Lute Sea落琴海Western Fantasy1.2M WordsOngoing Magic refers to magical power; sorcery is spellcraft. The power of sorcery comes from mystery. Mystery is fixed, and the more people who know of it, the more it is divided among them, weakening the mysterious power each person gains. Even magic, if deciphered and learned by many people, will degrade into sorcery. Eleven kinds of magic, each with its own wonders! Third Magic: Will Interference Fifth Magic: Causality Designation Sixth Magic: Elemental Control Ninth Magic: Spellcraft Nullification 0Votes83.5kRecs28.5kFans

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"Magic" refers to magical power; "spell" refers to magic. The power of magic originates from mystery. Mystery is fixed; the more people who know about it, the more it is dispersed, and the weaker the mystical power each person receives. Even magic, if it is deciphered and obtained by multiple people, will be downgraded to magic. Eleven spells, each with its own unique wonder! Third Method: Interference of Will Fifth Method: Causal Determination Sixth Method: Elemental Control Ninth Method: Forbidden Techniques What else is there? Come and find out!

2 山 The Lord Beyond the Mountains 山那边的领主 eskimolWestern Fantasy2.2M WordsOngoing Soldiers in gleaming armor, fields of green wheat seedlings, nettles covering stone walls, roses beside farmhouses. This is the Middle Ages. When the horn sounded at dawn across the fields; when warriors raised the shattered battle standard; when farmers watched in tears as their land went up in flames. An age of chaos had begun. This was an age of suffering, and an age of heroes. Having witnessed the horrors of war, the first lord chose to settle in a valley and build a paradise far remove 1Votes48.4kRecs47.7kFans

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Soldiers in gleaming armor, fields of green wheat seedlings, nettles climbing stone walls, and roses beside farmhouses. This is the Middle Ages. When the bugle sounded the dawn over the fields; when the warriors raised their tattered battle flags; when the farmers wept as they watched their land burn. Chaos has begun. This is an era of suffering, and this is an era of heroes. Having witnessed the horrors of war, the first lord chose to recuperate in the valley and create a paradise, calling himself the lord of the other side of the mountain. Disliked by his family, the second-generation lord left his hometown by chance. When the great era arrives, what will he do? How will "I," who recorded all of this, continue the legend of my fathers? Will I draw my sword and rise up, or will I forge swords into plowshares? This is a tragic tale spanning three generations of lords and a century. On the other side of the mountain, the lords struggled within the cycle of their own fate. This is the story of ordinary people, a story waiting for you to create miracles. Welcome to join our discussion group: 128600538. We look forward to your attention to "The Lord Beyond the Mountain"!