There is no problem in taking away this cup. Hill has countless ways to continue to maintain the life-based magic power he exudes.
After all, Amaunator prefers attack to survival.
However, Hill knew very well whether this cup was easy to hold or use.
He has no interest in contributing to the resurrection of the Sun God.
But Hill also understood that even if he didn't take action, after waking up, this cup might be directly transferred to the hands of a lucky person who happens to praise the sun.
By the way, I also gave him some flower fairies.
This made Hill very uncomfortable, especially when he saw Vera's cute and innocent appearance. Hill was really glad that he came first.
Otherwise, Vera and the others' final fate will most likely be to have their minds wiped out and become tireless gardeners in the garden.
These little goblins who have not had contact with the outside world for thousands of years have no idea how bad the outside environment is to them.
The first reaction of the human mage when he saw them was that someone was working in the botanical garden in the magic tower.
Hill was silent for too long. Vera and several little flower fairies watched him for a while and then went to play with the wood elemental elves.
They have been lonely for thousands of years, and have long had enough of the days when they could only communicate with each other.
It's rare to see so many foreign friends, who are about the same size as them. I don't want to think about other things at all, let's play first.
Anyway, the natural big friend has promised to take them out, so the little flower fairies don't know what Hill is thinking about.
What does contemplation have to do with goblins?
Hill stood up, took out the cup, and began to pour holy water into it.
Four cups of holy water can create a cup of golden liquid Yang, and Hill will never give up.
Then he began to use water-based elemental crystals and powder to carve a life circle near the roots of the cloudberries.
Since this bush has maintained its previous size for thousands of years, Hill can determine how much vitality the Cup of Amauna Tower brings.
This is a mature ecosystem. Hill will never use temporary good intentions to increase the vitality emitted by the circle. That will only cause damage.
Most living things have the instinct to reproduce. These cloudberries consume energy to grow a large number of fruits because the vitality they receive is not enough to grow new shrubs.
If you give too much Hill, they will simply start to flower less and produce new vines to expand the population.
After Hill carved the magic circle, he covered it with a layer of solid ice. The water element crystals were completely covered by the translucent ice. Even if someone discovered this iceberg, they could only feel a very weak life force.
Without huge benefits, no one would be willing to shoulder the sin of destroying a group, unless they were unlucky enough to encounter a demonic invasion.
Even whales know what sustainability is and have never tried to completely tear an iceberg apart to see what gave the whitebait that ability.
They know that no matter how good the things in fresh water are, they are not easy to get. On the contrary, whitebait will always be late as long as it is not extinct.
In the world of Toril, people who can become powerful professionals know very well that as the incarnation of the origin of the world, the Tablet of Destiny will not record evil, but it will definitely record the evil consequences related to the origin.
The cause and effect of genocide is enough to turn any strong person into the background of heroic epics and the mud that heroes step on.
Therefore, no matter how decisive they are in killing, they will try their best to avoid affecting the rise and fall of a race.
In fact, even a demon with a little bit of IQ actually doesn't want to be noticed by the destiny tablet. After all, the bad luck recorded by him will be really unlucky. Walking on the road, you will meet a demon-slayer for no reason.
guy.
Hill glanced at the golden cup placed next to him. The holy water inside was burning and rolling violently.
Liquid Yang can be made once a month, but after it is made, it can only be left in the gold cup. Unless it is used, it cannot be used to make a second copy. After all, this is a natural ninth-level spell, and not everything can be stored.
Hill smiled and dug into his warehouse and found several golden crystal fragments.
This is the divine crystal fragment received in the world of Gens, the former Sun God who unfortunately died tragically in the hands of the devil.
The big ones were used by Tra Hill when he was patching the sky, but Hill still recovered some small pieces from the undead, placed them next to the oil painting artifact, purified them, and collected them.
storehouse.
I didn't expect to use it at this time. As expected, you have to be prepared for anything.
Although this kind of divine crystal fragment is not big, it is not so easy to change its form. Hill has the blessing of the sun god and divinity, and he has owned them for a long time before he can slowly change his form bit by bit.
These pieces melted.
Hill didn't really care. Anyway, it was absolutely impossible for him to create only one liquid yang, so he just took his time.
After a month, Hill finally made three spherical pendants from these fragments, and used the heart of the flame sun flower to form a support.
Sure enough, as he thought, the divine crystal is a natural space object. However, because the fragments are not large, the spherical pendant can only hold about one liter of water at most.
But it was enough for the liquid Yang in Amaunata's Holy Grail.
Hill poured the first cup of Liquid Yang into a small ball very gently, then quickly covered it and sealed it, then weaved a hollow ball with fine gold thread outside the pendant and hung it in a fine gold box.
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When the little flower fairy Vera started to do things in Hill, she took her companions and the wood elemental elves who had been having fun recently and fled to the corner of the iceberg space, hiding behind a hanging icicle.
Hill couldn't help but ask her: "It seems you know what this is?"
Seeing that Hill had successfully transferred Liquid Yang, Vera flew down in a daze: "I know! It was the original old sun's artifact, and every time it was used, there was an earth-shattering explosion.
Moreover, it was very dazzling, and many little fairies couldn't help but curious to see it. They were all blinded by the dazzling, and it took a long time to return to the Shade House to recover.
In the past, many people in the Supreme Wasteland worshiped him crazily. Unfortunately, we don't know what happened. We only know that the world was almost destroyed and all the believers of the Old Sun abandoned him.
The cup turned out to be held by a very beautiful human priestess. She cried very sadly that day and threw the cup among the flowers.
We thought humans were going to war with goblins!
Later, the sun suddenly dimmed. Our queen said that he died because of a stupid believer, and told us that we must be responsible for doing bad things ourselves, and she would never bear it for us.
The little flower fairy is not a pix, so how could she play a prank?
None of us made sense.
Although this cup cannot be moved, it has been calling for followers of the Old Sun and usually ignores us.
But he didn't find it until he took us here together.
Then he fell asleep and couldn't talk anymore."
Vera looked at Hill with admiration: "You are so awesome~ That lady took him for a long time and couldn't safely take out the golden light from the cup!"
In the eyes of these goblins, is Liquid Yang actually a liquid-like golden light? Hill smiled. Although they were naive, they seemed to be able to see the essence all the time.
But faith is such a double-edged sword, and I don’t know why the gods of Toril are still so insistent.
Maybe it's because they have too many enemies and must tighten every bit of their strength?
If Amaunata had only insisted on taking the sun as his duty like Selun, instead of putting the laws that humans believe in first, he would not have ended up unable to wake up for thousands of years.
Hill smiled and told Vera: "Can you please wait for me for another two months? I need to collect two more."
The little flower fairy nodded solemnly: "Of course. But, will it be enough in two months? The bottom of the iceberg has been sealed again! I thought it would have to wait until next year when the whitebaits come in."
"How did they get in?" Hill asked as he poured the holy water into the cup.
"Every spring, another floating iceberg passes by here, and every time it collides with ours." Vera hung her small staff on her shoulder and held it with two small fists.
Together, the cute little face said with a vicious expression, "It's a very, very strong impact~"
Then a gap will appear in the corner over there, and those whitebaits will jump in through that gap.
It seems that every year there are many who can’t jump in and are eaten by the big fish outside~”
Hill really didn't expect it. He glanced at the place pointed by Vera and flew over to take a few glances. It was indeed the weakest part of the iceberg cave. If the narwhal could hit this place, it would probably be destroyed in three days.
It can be knocked open.
But it happens to be more than three meters above the sea surface, and it's still an oblique angle. Even if the narwhal knows where it is, it can't hit it.
So they can only hit the bottom of the strongest iceberg every year, release the whitebait, and then hold a banquet.
Hill found this ecological circle formed by accidental surprises of nature very interesting. He was a little regretful. It would have been nice if he could have brought Aglaia with him.
But it's not without a chance, Hill thought with a smile, Aglaia will always come again, when she becomes stronger.
Vera and the little flower fairy brought two small water bags to Hill. They must have woven them from the petals and leaves of cloudberries. This is the natural skill of the little flower fairy.
The water bladder contains mead made from dew and cloudberry nectar.
Hill accepted it very solemnly. This was the formal establishment of diplomatic relations between the little flower fairy and the adults.
Nectar is their source of life. When the little flower fairy gives the brewed nectar and mead to an adult, she is placing her life under the protection of the adult.
Although this small tribe does not have much food, they have also shown their sincerity.
Vera happily twirled around: "Ah~ you can pack your luggage~" Several little flower fairies quickly followed, shouting and twirling with her.
It turns out that they thought they wouldn’t be able to leave until next spring, so they weren’t in a hurry!
This chapter has been completed!