Five hundred and sixtieth chapters Hill is a little unbearable treasure
Of course, Hill also wanted to try this kind of whitebait. Why was it worth the narwhal family's effort?
You know, they have to swim for half an hour every day to eat in the ocean current far away from the iceberg, and then come back to take turns to crash into the mountain, but there is never a whale that intends not to do this job.
Hill controlled his own strength and bumped into icebergs every once in a while with his whale friends. He tried his best to keep his strength consistent with his friends, but he had already won the praise of the whale chief.
It seems that they originally thought that Hill was just here to make a living, but they didn't expect that he could still work. Hill could feel that the patriarch was particularly pleased.
After another three days of chiseling, a big hole opened at the bottom of the iceberg, and countless whitebait rushed out.
Hill quickly collected hundreds of them with quick eyes and hands, and then stopped. Among other things, the water ecological cycle in his pendant was very complete, and Aglaia perfected it when he was bored.
If these whitebait can survive normally in the sea, they will definitely survive in the pendant.
What surprised him even more was that what flowed out from the iceberg along with the whitebait was actually fresh water.
Hill glanced at some old whitebait that jumped and escaped. Could it be that these fish live in both fresh and salt water?
Or, like salmon, migrate to the iceberg to ovulate and hatch, and then wait for the whale to crash through the iceberg before returning to the sea?
Are you going to trade your delicious meat for the continuation of your existence?
Hill's curiosity couldn't be restrained anymore. He must go and take a look inside the iceberg.
The seemingly endless whitebait is still flowing out, but only some of the front group are very dexterous and escape, and the cunning ones are in the middle. While most of the whales are closing their mouths to take the first taste
Also ran away.
Hill estimated that hundreds of thousands of large whitebait had actually escaped, and the iceberg was still rushing out.
However, Hill estimated that the last group would probably be wiped out. Even if they escaped the siege of thousands of whales, some other giant fish had begun to appear outside to pick up the missing fish.
This can be regarded as a biological chain on the northern ice sheet.
Hill said hello to his whale friend, and took advantage of the opportunity when the falling speed of the whitebait began to slow down to rush into the glacier in the iceberg.
Although Hill's body cannot feel temperature changes, his familiarity with ice and snow allows him to make the most accurate judgment.
This is a river with a temperature of ten degrees below zero but not frozen.
This is not normal.
Hill swam slowly, sensing the concentration of magic in the water, and finally found that tiny vein in the increasingly wider river.
The increasingly faint magic concentration told Hill that if he didn't hurry up, it would be too late. He quickly jumped his legs and shot diagonally upward like an arrow.
Looking in amazement at the clusters of light yellow and crystal clear shrubs on the top of the iceberg, Hill quickly picked off the transparent fruits that were beginning to wither.
Seeing that it was too late, Hill summoned the wood elemental elf without thinking.
Small balls of light soon appeared next to Hill, and then began to help Hill pick fruits.
When they worked together to pick almost all the fruits, and Hill was about to send the wood elemental elves back to the elemental world one by one, he was shocked to find that there were several small light balls mixed in the elemental elves.
He didn't know how to tell these little goblins who were holding the fruit and waiting to receive the elemental crystals from Hill. Although you all had wings and looked pretty, you didn't look like the same kind of creature at all.
But Hill still took the few berries in the little hand and gave them the elemental crystals in his hands, but they were replaced with wood elemental crystals instead of the same non-attributed crystals as the wood elemental elves.
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The wood elemental elves have discovered these foreign creatures. Although they have been to the main material plane before, Trasil does not have such little fairies in fairy skirts. In fact, they seem to like to call themselves little flower fairies.
They all grow in the forest.
Hill thought they were ice fairies at first, but after taking a closer look, he was sure that these little fairies in snow-white fairy skirts were indeed little flower fairies.
He began to look around the transparent bush, hoping to see what kind of plant it was. You must know that this kind of magical plant can support the existence of several small flower fairies, which is rare in the elves' highest forest.
But no matter how he looked at it, he thought it was a cloudberry in the supreme wasteland!
The fruits of the bush grow on long, whip-like and filamentous vines, forming dense intertwined bushes. It is difficult for a big man like Hill to pick them, so he asked the wood elemental elves for help.
But unlike ordinary raspberries, these fruits are transparent with a slight yellowish color.
Hill looked around again, and a little flower fairy who was a little bigger than the other companions flew over. She pointed at an inconspicuous ball in the middle of the bush with her small staff and said: "That's the plant's
The source of mana is the reason why we can survive here. You can take it away, but in exchange, you have to take us out.
There is no longer a war in the Supreme Wasteland, right? We didn't escape back to the Palace of Joy in the beginning, but in the end we had no choice but to pray for his help, and then we traveled through space together and landed in this iceberg.
Although I am safe, I have also been lonely for thousands of years.
Not even the gods can find us here, even if we want to summon Titania to take us away.
We no longer want to return to Shade House, but we want to see the outside world."
"I can take you away, and I don't need you to stay in my territory. If you want to return to Shade House, you can leave at any time.
My territory is not worried about the eyes of the Fairy Queen Titania, nor does it care about your friends coming to play." Hill gently stroked the branches and leaves of the cloudberries and communicated patiently with them. After a long time, these shrubs became the hope.
You have opened the way.
The fairies in the Happy Palace are all small fairies. The pixies and leprechauns are already very big, and they are generally palm-sized little things like flower fairies and household brown fairies.
Compared with their older cousins, the demons and goblins, their pranks are like a child throwing a water ball at your head. Hill doesn't think these little goblins are that troublesome.
"Why do they listen to you?" Little Flower Fairy asked unwillingly, "We can go in, but that thing has a stronger ability to control cloudberries than us, and it won't let us control cloudberries at all. Otherwise, there wouldn't be so many of them every year.
Silverbait grabs the fruit.”
"This fruit has a lot of vitality and can help the whitebait reproduce." Hill smiled and reassured her, "Although there are a lot of them, they taste so delicious that they are a favorite food of many large fish.
For you, it is just food for a year, but for them, it is hope that they will not be exterminated.
Just don’t be angry.”
That is, it also brought more deaths to itself.
Hill already understands why whales choose to have dinner and blind dates here. Such gentle vitality can also make pregnancy and childbirth easier for whale mothers.
It's actually very difficult for whales to give birth, so it's no wonder there are so many of them.
But without the help of narwhals, these whitebait will die if they can only stay in fresh water. Although they reproduce in fresh water, they will eventually survive in sea water.
Not to mention, these fruits will wither and will not provide them with food throughout the year.
Probably in Silver Fish's inherited memory, although many children would die this way, it was much better than the fate of the past where they could only cry and wait for their demise.
After eating so many magical fruits, many silverbaits that live one year longer have evolved, and they still reproduce with the group.
But as long as they escape from the whale's mouth, unless they are naturally weak descendants, they will not die in the mouths of other big fish.
The little flower fairy seemed to have imagined the life of Silver Fish, and her whole body trembled: "You are indeed a good person, I know that even if we find that we are different from them, the son of nature will not hurt us easily.
I will never complain about those fish grabbing food anymore, it’s just that I can’t make wine anymore, life is more important.
Hello, sir, my name is Vera. My name is actually very long, but I still remember my original friends in the wasteland. Please don’t give me my full name.”
Hill couldn't help but laugh: "You are here, little man. My name is Hill."
This little flower fairy is still following the past tradition and socializing with Hill, but these natural elves are rarely seen in Toril now.
After the destruction of the High Wasteland, when humans took over the positions of the elves in the past, their destruction of the forest caused these little elves to hide in the center of the still existing forest, and even returned to the Shade House.
Goblins don't deal with dwarves, and humans make them uncomfortable, so now only dwarves and elves can still see them occasionally.
Hill looked at the jewel-encrusted cup in the center of the opened vine and couldn't help but reveal a wry smile.
The benefits gained from coming out this time are a bit too great, and he may not be able to take them back.
It was a marble cup, about the size of two fists. Three golden bands surrounded the edge of the cup, and the sides were inlaid with topaz, hyacinth stone, and fire opal. The middle band had a tear-off seal on each side.
Hill suspected that it was retribution for his involvement in Lansander's matter, otherwise why would the long-sleeping Sun God's artifact, the Holy Grail of Amaunata, suddenly appear in front of him.
This high-level artifact has its own consciousness and is probably still sleeping. When he wakes up, he may start working hard to resurrect Amauna Tower.
Hill suddenly understood why Ransander's impersonation plan turned into a scrap that could be laughed at. Could it be that this cup fell into his hands?
However, increasing vitality is only the lowest manifestation of this cup. As long as this cup is filled with pure water, it can transport people with it.
No wonder he could take the little flower fairies and their residence across space to the inside of the iceberg.
Hill sat directly on the ice and fell into deep thought.
