There is a demonic spirit in the Sacred Hammer of the Earth? I have never heard of it. Anthony was stunned for a moment, and immediately realized that this was a breakthrough. He was worried that he could not know the origin of the hammer, but he did not expect that there was a demonic spirit, so he could just ask if it was possible.
"It turns out to be called the Ethereal Hammer. What is the Ethereal Hammer?" Anthony asked.
"Why do I have to tell you? Get out of the way, don't get so close, your breath will hit me." The Holy Hammer of the Earth responded impatiently.
Nigris turned around and shouted: "Ouch."
The little angel immediately ran over.
"The meaning of the ethereal hammer is the echo of the soul in the void. This is a hammer that can touch the soul." The Holy Hammer of the Earth immediately responded quickly.
"What's the use?" Anthony asked.
Under the watchful eye of the little angel, the Holy Earth Hammer cooperated very well: "It can touch the echo of the soul and summon the corpses on the ground."
"The arrival of the king? Any golden skeleton can do it. As for sealing it?" Nigris said in confusion.
"You can't say that what a golden skeleton can do is not the same concept as what a hammer can do, because anyone can use a hammer. Can you imagine two armies fighting, half of the other side's people died, and you also died?
With one-third of the people, the situation is superior and we are about to win, suddenly all the corpses on the ground rise up and become enemies? I suddenly understand why the Duke of Montenegro is invincible."
"But, the Church of Light can allow such a person to live?" Nigris was a little confused.
"Maybe he really can't win. The Duke of Montenegro has the strength of a high-level sword master. He also has two arcana mages, a truth sword master, six high-level sword masters, an elite cavalry regiment, and even
With the support of most of the anti-church countries, it is already good that the Light Church was not destroyed." Anthony said.
"So, the seal on the hammer is equal to the armistice agreement signed by the two parties?" Negris guessed.
"That should be the case. I want to ask, Demon Spirit, do you represent the armistice agreement?"
"You are stupid. I am just a seal. How do I know what it represents? Do you know what you represent? You represent a fool."
Anthony was stunned by the scolding, and after a long while he said blankly: "Is this demon spirit a relative of your lightning?"
Nigris suppressed a smile: "No, it's easier to deal with than lightning. It doesn't have long legs. Little angel, leave it to you. Use it to level the land. The stratum of the island in the middle of the lake is too shallow and there are too many stones. It's just right to use it.
Preparing the land.”
The island in the center of the lake is originally a stone mountain. The shallow soil layer on the surface is almost all formed by weathering or dust settlement. A large number of stones are filled in it. If the Holy Earth Hammer is used to prepare the land, the cultivated area can be increased by about five or six times.
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The little angel ran away excitedly carrying the hammer, Ange also ran away excitedly, and the little zombie also ran away.
The remaining two old fried dough sticks looked at each other in confusion.
"Forget it, I've made rubbings of the seal and the Immortal Movement. Go back and study it slowly. Let me know what you find. You are the God of Knowledge." Anthony couldn't stay any longer and said goodbye.
Twenty days later, the tens of thousands of acres of farmland leveled by the Sacred Earth Hammer on the island in the middle of the lake were all planted with magic rice by Ange. At the same time, the elf beans grew their second buds.
"Ange, no, no, no, the second bud of the elf bean was taken away by something... Hey, you cut it off?" Nigris flew over anxiously to inform, but he saw it.
Ange held a small bud and carefully moved it towards the World Tree.
The bark of the World Tree was peeled open to reveal the green color, and the buds were flattened to fit closely with the inner bark. Then, holy water was poured on it, and then it was covered with clean soil that had been purified by the holy light.
"Are you...grafting?"
Ange nodded.
"Why do you think of grafting? You haven't even grown elf beans yet."
"Slow." Ange said with disdain. It had been twenty days before the second bud sprouted. He didn't know how many years it would take for the beans to grow.
"Well, it takes sixty years. It blooms in thirty years, bears fruit in thirty years, and then withers. The productive period is only twenty years, and it can produce about five hundred beans every year."
In other words, one elf bean can produce more than 10,000 beans in its lifetime, which sounds like a lot, but in fact, if each person eats one per day, 10,000 beans can only feed 10,000 people for one day.
But this requires 60 years of time and fertility of the land.
Elf beans require a lot of fertility, which cannot be grown in ordinary land, and their roots are very wide. Within a few hundred square meters, as long as one Elf bean is planted, it will be difficult for other plants to grow well.
Therefore, although the elf beans are obviously a crop with strategic value, the elves cannot eat them for all the people, so they can only grow a little as a strategic material.
Now, Ange is so imaginative that he tries to graft the Elf Bean onto the World Tree? Is he dissatisfied with its slow growth?
Indeed, if it can grow as fast as the World Tree without consuming the fertility of the land, then Elf Beans will definitely become the staple food of the entire world. But if it is possible, why don't the Elf do this?
"Oh, I forgot, the elves only have one World Tree. If you don't have enough treasure, how can you do such a grafting experiment? You only have a bunch of World Trees in your hand, and you can mess around with it." Nigris thought of a key point,
I couldn't help but feel excited immediately.
However, this was obviously not an easy task. After the first bud was grafted, it soon withered and turned black. During this period, Ange kept dripping life essence, sacred essence, insect ash, and essence insect ash liquid, but nothing could be saved.
Bud point.
The first plan failed, and Ange quickly prepared the second plan, but it needed to wait for new buds to grow, and the whole progress was very slow.
Just when Ange was squatting in front of the elf bean sprouts, waiting for new sprouts to grow, Lisa's call came from his soul: "Sir, come and take a look, they are fighting."
The fight broke out. The people from the fallen legion who had fled started fighting with the sand people. Everyone was fighting with fists and kicks. You pushed me and pushed me, while you cried out in frustration: "You sand people bully outsiders, and you won't give this to that."
If you don’t give it, why? Just because you came first?”
The sand people were also angry: "This is a desert. Everything is precious. You waste this and that. Water is so precious, but you actually use it for bathing? Go back to you city dwellers."
The conflicts that had accumulated for more than a month finally turned into a fight.
When Ange arrived, everyone was so tired that they were lying on the ground panting. It was hard to pick a fight in the middle of the day. No one was killed, but more than one was dehydrated by the sun.
Farr and Shafiya sneaked in front of Ange with their heads down. Negris, who was angry, was slid in front of Ange. He opened his mouth and roared: "What on earth is going on! Are you too full and have nothing to do?!"
Farr and Shafia nodded desperately in unison, and Farr even complained:
"Sir, I'm just too full to eat. I have sweet rice to eat every day. This was a life that only nobles had in the past. Now everyone doesn't have to do anything. They lie in the shack on the ground and get up to eat when the time comes. Except for those who have just arrived.
We have been busy harvesting rice for several days. Recently, if everyone has nothing to do, it will cause trouble."
Shafia nodded and complained incidentally: "They also waste food and fresh water. We sand people only bathe three times in our lives, once when we are born, once before death, and once after childbirth. They actually want to bathe every day and use fresh water to wash. It's so annoying."
Already."
"Ah? Only washed three times? Then why are you so clean?" Nigris was immediately distracted and asked curiously.
As soon as he finished speaking, Nigris felt a murderous aura. He turned around and saw that Niali, not far away, had narrowed his dangerous vertical pupils. He was so frightened that he hurriedly responded: "I'm curious, you don't need to answer.
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"What's the point of this?" Shafia said generously: "Use sand, clean sand, the best is the sand that is hot but not hot after the afternoon sun is in the west, rub it and it will be very clean.
Good for skin.”
"This is a good idea. The fresh water in the desert cannot support the consumption of bathing, but isn't there a river here now? There is no shortage of fresh water." Negris asked.
"They are wasteful, do not care about hygiene, dump waste indiscriminately, defecate in the reed fields, and pollute rivers and water sources. We can't even say a few words to them, but they say we bully outsiders." The more Shafia spoke, the angrier she became.
He stared at Farrar.
No need to ask, Shafiya must be the one who started the fight. Why is this Dragon Whisperer so angry?
Peleg was helpless and said with a wry smile: "The main thing is that we are too idle and have nowhere to vent our energy. Sir, I wonder if there is any work that can be arranged for us to do? For example, we can open land and cultivate the land. Let them get busy.
I won’t think about fighting anymore.”
After Ange heard this, he immediately became alert. When Nigris turned to look at him, Ange immediately said: "No, mine."
Okay, I have learned to answer in advance. This matter is definitely not negotiable. Just kidding, farming is Ange’s only obsession. Let them farm, what is Ange doing?
Of course, Ange won't care if they go to cultivate new land elsewhere, but the land they are planting now belongs to Ange.
If you can't farm, what should you do? Are there any other jobs that consume large amounts of manpower in this environment?
I couldn't think of anything for a while, so I had to send people to plant grass blankets and jujube trees and extend them along both sides of the river.
But this is not a long-term solution, because the ecology of each place affects the whole body. If too many crops are planted on both sides of the river, the water resources in the river will inevitably be consumed.
When the river flow decreases, the amount of water injected into Zhuilong Lake will decrease. If the evaporation remains unchanged, less water will be injected, and the amount of water injected into Zhuilong Lake will shrink, the water volume will decrease, and the salinity will increase, thus triggering a series of reactions.
Unless it is the kind of land that already has enough water but becomes deserted due to other reasons. Otherwise, even if Ange could plant grass in the entire desert, he would not do it because the water supply is not enough to support it becoming a grassland.
"Then let's open a beauty city." Lisa suddenly thought of something and suggested with twinkling eyes: "There are few things in the world that can attract people to travel thousands of miles, brave the scorching sun, and willingly put their money away.
In your pocket, beauty is one of them."
"Hey, I seem to have heard someone say this about your argument. Sava, by the way, where are Sava and Vanya?"
Sana was obviously not qualified to participate in a meeting of this level, so she sent someone to call her and she came quickly.
As soon as they started chatting, it was clear that she and Lisa had met so late: "A devout believer, a woman who loves beauty, and an impulsive man."
"Wow, sister, have you heard this sentence too? My teacher talks about it all day long. Pilgrimage, plastic surgery, and aphrodisiac are all big industries."
"We now have core competitiveness in plastic surgery. Facial cleansing and wrinkle removal are the best. Think about it. A woman in her 70s or 80s can go for a run in the desert and she will be 30 years younger when she returns.
, tenderer, whiter, and more juicy, these people will definitely go crazy."
The two women chatted with each other and soon had a complete idea of the beauty city. Even Shafiyana Ali joined the discussion excitedly.
Ange didn't understand anyway, so he went to plant vegetables on his own.
Felin and Nigris smiled bitterly and were pushed aside. Obviously, they couldn't talk about this topic, but it also showed that this idea was going on. Just look at the excitement of these women.
"By the way, Master Naige, do you know where Oke went?" Felin asked.
"Ok?" Nigris thought of the fanatic boy who rushed into the temple with his sister in his arms, and asked in confusion: "Isn't he in the temple in Lich City?"
"No, he teleported to the oasis a long time ago. He only said, 'I'm going to complete the divine metaphor', and then disappeared. I asked many people and they all said they had never seen him." Feilin said with a wry smile.
Nigris became nervous. If he were in the Abyss of Rest, he would disappear if he didn't see it. As long as he avoided the wind of Rest, there would be no danger in the abyss.
But it's different here. There are too many dangers in this world. Let's not talk about sand thieves and human traffickers. Even monsters and beasts can kill people. As a teenage child, running around is very dangerous.
Thinking of this, Nigris couldn't sit still, turned to Ange and asked: "Oak is missing, do you know where he went?"
Ange tilted his head, retracted his thoughts into his soul, and searched for the symbol belonging to Ork.
Ange's thoughts instantly traveled across a long distance and were projected onto Oak's body.
Oak was in a dark cave, groping forward, slipping from time to time, but getting up without saying a word. When he slipped again, he touched something different.
He put his hand to his nose and sniffed, with an expression of surprise on his face, and said piously: "My Lord Ange, please give me the eyes to see through the darkness."
Ange suddenly felt a surge of power, rushing towards the symbol belonging to Ork in his soul. Ange was used to this situation. People who often borrowed his power would return the soul flame, and Ange didn't care who it was.
In an instant, the darkness in front of him suddenly brightened. In a huge cave, a large area of greasy biological tissue occupied most of the cave, and countless insect eggs covered everywhere he looked.
Just as Ou Ke looked around, a thought with doubts fell on Ou Ke, as if he was wondering how this person appeared here.
Ange, who was projected onto Oke, immediately recognized this idea. This was the idea attached to it when he used his soul to impact the statue underground in the Dark Side City. It turned out that Oke said, 'I will complete it.
The oracle' refers to the destruction of Hemeltus.
As soon as Ange explained the situation, Nigris jumped up: "Is he crazy? Did he go to kill Hermeltus alone? Where is he now? Which cave?"
"Two." Ange tilted his head: "He summoned the Bone Priest."