The seeds germinate at a speed visible to the naked eye.
Like the previous two times, the wind of life can successfully turn seeds into seedlings, but the most important issue is the growth process after germination.
The structure of the spells taught in the spell books felt no different from the previous structures, and the engineering warlock had no doubts in his heart, but as a mage, he had a feeling that he could succeed this time.
It is said that the mage's intuition is closely related to the wind in the sky, but the wind in the sky is just a product of chaotic energy being dispersed.
This kind of intuition, now a reasonable inference, is likely to come from the gods of chaos.
Most likely, it was the god he believed in who left yesterday.
This attempt was indeed successful.
Under the green light of the wind of life, the seedlings that had just begun to take root in the soil in the pot began to grow rapidly, and the fresh leaves bloomed among the separated branches.
What we were worried about before, the result of direct withering during growth did not happen at all.
The seedling turned into a fruit tree, and the fruit tree grew to be as thick as an arm.
The young light green leaves began to turn into dark green, and the branching branches
Flowering, pollination, and fruiting all in one go.
After consuming almost 3% of the magical wind in the air, the tree bore more than a dozen fruits.
There is no problem with the quantity.
But why?
Esky still doesn't understand why this spell can succeed.
The first three phrases are related to pregnancy and reproduction, and the following seven phrases are under the word life.
However, the spell he tried before was almost the same. What is the difference between the two?
Wait...
The engineer warlock stopped thinking like this.
Is this desire for knowledge related to Tzeentch? Did he give me this spell just to arouse my desire for knowledge? If it arouses desire, isn't he afraid that I will fall to Slaanesh?
Thinking like this again, dangerous.
"Whoops, whoops. Chaos stuff, Die, Die."
Eski began to take a deep breath quickly. When facing the Chaos God, thinking is dangerous.
Now, what needs to be done?
Picking off a fruit in front of him, the engineer warlock walked towards the slave rat who had been staying by the wall.
"Slave, eat it."
There was fear in the slave's eyes, tears dripping down on the floor, and he cried bitterly and was about to eat the fruit.
"The seeds are highly poisonous. If you eat them, you will die."
The wizard reminded him that the engineering warlock stopped the slave and spoke in rat language.
"The seeds are highly poisonous. Do not eat the seeds."
"Thank you for your mercy, great engineer."
The slave rat cried as he split the peel with his paws and swallowed a mouthful of pulp.
It’s so delicious.
The slave rat couldn't help but feel sad when he thought about it. Such a delicious food would probably be deprived of food.
The seeds are highly toxic, so there are other problems with other parts, right?
The engineer warlock let him go, and after he ate the pulp, he went to the elf's cage again.
"Witch Spirit, in your second vision, did my body appear blue just now?"
Wu Ling recalled it carefully.
"No, you only have green chaotic energy and green wind of life."
Then, Kane's bride asked seriously.
"Do you suspect that the ever-changing Chaos God has tampered with something?"
The engineer warlock stared at her without speaking.
At first glance, it looks like a place for anti-chaos warriors, but what’s it like inside?
Elves are the absolute main force in fighting chaos in this world, except for lizardmen.
The separation between Druchi and the high elves was mainly due to the fact that Druchi's cruel methods of killing enemies were not accepted by the high elves.
But both sides are resistant to chaos.
Maybe the Witch Spirit is really caused by Chaos?
At this time, the voice of the witch spirit further penetrated into the ears of the engineering warlock.
"How about letting me out? I don't have any weapons, so I can't pose a threat to you. I can also help you guard against Chaos."
"Who knows the credibility of you black bean sprouts."
"What? Black bean sprouts?"
Although I don’t know what the engineering warlock is talking about, I always feel that it is a contemptuous name.
"Don't worry about that, I mean, I don't dare to let you out until I completely find a way to control you."
As he spoke, the engineer warlock pointed to the red lines around her eyes, which were the symbol of the God of Murder.
"I don't know when, you ran away, and then brought your compatriots to catch me and skin me."
Wu Ling sneered and replied.
"You know us quite well. Such a big white mouse skin is definitely a precious collection. Why, you are afraid, afraid of the worthless Drucci you said."
Eski was indeed scared, he said frankly.
"I am too young. It is impossible for a three-year-old mage to fight against the mages of Grond who have studied for thousands of years. But one day, they will be locked up here like you."
Speaking of this, the engineering warlock expressed strong self-confidence. Magic is a very magical thing. As long as it is not corrupted by the dark inner nature, it can achieve countless miraculous effects.
He will not keep the elves in a cage forever, that would be a huge waste.
Eski believes that the day will come when the elves will be loyal to him, no matter what form it takes.
While they were talking, time passed in a hurry, and the slave rats still did not undergo any changes.
"Now it seems that these fruits are safe, but not necessarily."
Picking the fruit from the fruit tree, the engineering warlock threw it into the cage next to the witch spirit.
"These three are for you."
Then he turned towards Wu Ling.
"As for you, just wait."
Wu Ling didn't seem to care if he was late for the fruit, and continued to ask.
"What do you mean, you want to imprison more Druzis? You even want to imprison sorceresses."
After seeing Eski's learning speed yesterday, even someone as arrogant as her has to admit the talent of the engineering warlock.
But, do you really have to be loyal to a mouse?
No, never.
Of course, the witch spirit has no intention of being loyal to the mouse.
But if the mice want to capture the sorceress, she's willing to help.
"If possible, I actually hope to reach a cooperative relationship with you. But to be honest, among the three elves among you, the most suitable for cooperation is the high elves, not you."
Eski stroked the white hair around his mouth, reached into the cage and grabbed the Witch Spirit's shoulders.
The Witch Spirit seemed to be offended by his remarks that "Druqi is not as good as the high elves", and he threw away the engineering warlock's claws, but left a claw mark on his shoulder.
The engineering warlock shook his head and explained.
"You are cunning, cunning, cruel and bloodthirsty. You are really not a good partner. From my personal perspective, your current position is quite suitable for you."
"However, a great plan cannot be completed by slaves. Loyal subordinates are much better than the walking dead."
"So, I found the magic to control you, and the only way out is for you to be loyal to me."