"The yield of new grains per hectare in the Druid Spring Breeze Cup Planting Competition exceeded 1,000 kilograms." Black Warrior said excitedly. Of course, his excitement was feigned, mainly to adjust the atmosphere.
Who would have thought that Ange tilted his head, and Nigris also looked back at Ange, not looking excited at all.
"What? Doesn't this count as information on growing vegetables? The yield per acre is a thousand catties."
Nigris asked Ange for a handful of long-grain cereals: "Our grain seeds can be grown in this poor place, and the yield per acre is eight hundred."
"Eight hundred? In this crappy place? Are you kidding me? Can food be grown in this crappy place?" Black Warrior almost jumped up.
Nigris slapped the black warrior on the head with his short hand: "Who do you think is ruining the place? Who do you think is ruining the place?"
Ever since he speculated that the Wind of Rest might be a plane defense deployed by the king, Nigris didn't feel that the plane was broken.
The Black Warrior hit his head a few times and muttered something softly.
"What?" Nigris didn't hear clearly.
"No, no, no, let's change it. The elves' world tree is sick, and they are looking for someone in the world who can cure it. If it is successfully cured, the elves will pay for a seed of the world tree." The black warrior racked his brains,
Another thought came to mind.
The little zombie and the angel skeleton were not interested in what they were talking about, so they turned around and ran out.
Nigris was quite interested, and he was interested in complaining: "Tsk tsk tsk, these elves are as stingy, arrogant and self-righteous as ever, the seeds of the world tree? Who wants this crap? One fruit can produce thousands of seeds, and it will last for hundreds of years.
It can’t sprout, and it’s difficult to grow even if it sprouts. Why not reward it with a few months of springs if you really want to? Isn’t it true that some people are attracted by the name of World Tree to get this reward?”
"Ah? Ah? It won't sprout for hundreds of years? Our boss... old, the previous boss even sent people to try." After the Black Warrior finished speaking, he realized that he had dedicated his soul, and the current boss is An
Passed.
"Hey, have you been fooled? Have you been cured? Those elves really let you touch their precious world tree? How to verify whether you have the ability to heal? Don't cure the tree to death, then the problem will be serious." Naige.
No matter how you listen to Reese's tone, there is a sense of schadenfreude.
"This is easy to handle. Those elves are going crazy now. They are looking for people all over the world. As long as someone contacts them, they will immediately give them a diseased branch. There is no need to go in person, just connect to their teleportation array. One teleportation array can only
Take one." The Black Warrior said as he struggled to gather some form and organize the teleportation array.
Looking at that posture, could it be that he is now demonstrating how to ask the elf for a sample?
Seeing his difficult appearance, Ange sent a little soul energy to him.
"Oh oh oh oh! Such powerful soul energy, I am full of power!" The black warrior's soul suddenly emitted black smoke and quickly gathered into its original form.
Ange now consumes two thousand soul flames every day for farming. For him, a "little" is enough to burst the Black Knight.
The Black Warrior looked at his hands in disbelief, looked at Ange, then looked at Negris, and said with a trembling voice: "I...I broke through."
"What? What's broken?" Nigris was stunned by these words.
"Yes, I broke through the count. I have been stuck in this bottleneck for more than three hundred years. I was just supported by the soul energy. I...I broke through." The black warrior said in a daze, his tone full of disbelief.
"Oh, it's this breakthrough. It's not surprising. You've been stuck for three hundred years, and you've suffered such a serious injury. It's normal for you to be supported by soul energy. You're lucky." Nigris disagreed.
Speaking of.
The Black Warrior shook his head: "If only it were that simple, Imperial Duke Hou Bozi Nan, I have been stuck at the level of Viscount for three hundred years. During this period, I was injured and dying many times, but there was no breakthrough. Boss, you are my god of luck.
."
The last sentence was said to Ange, and his tone was full of joy.
"Yes, yes, he is the illegitimate son of the God of Luck." Nigris felt the same way, and then urged the Black Warrior: "Hurry up."
The teleportation array next to the Reincarnation Altar is fully functional. It not only has a teleportation function, but also a beacon function. It can also limit the volume of teleportation. In other words, anything exceeding a certain volume cannot be teleported.
This is equivalent to preventing the enemy from making a sneak attack through the teleportation array in disguise. If the enemy is forcibly teleported, it is likely that only half of it will be transmitted because it is beyond the teleportation range...
The small teleportation array in Ice City is like this. The only thing you need to worry about is that like the Black Warrior, it can form a ball, teleport over and then stretch out.
However, when the group is formed, it is also when the Black Warrior is most vulnerable. If the enemy is on guard, it is not a sneak attack, but a delivery.
Seeing that Black Warrior took the initiative to limit the teleportation volume, Nigris was relieved that this guy had no other evil intentions.
He dedicated his soul oath and became one with Ange. If anything happens to Ange, he will be finished. It is unlikely that he has bad intentions. Nigris is just wary of it out of habit.
While operating the teleportation array, the black warrior explained: "The elves have announced the location of a teleportation array. As long as someone contacts them, they will send a diseased branch."
"The diseased branches of the World Tree should also be valuable, right? Aren't they afraid of others pretending to claim them? Even if they don't have the ability to heal, they can get one." Nigris was surprised.
"Why are you afraid of pretending to claim it? Are there many people who have teleportation arrays these days? There are teleportation arrays, but are you afraid that they don't have the ability to heal? What if? And there are diseased branches, what to do with them? Grind powder and soak them in water?" Black Warrior
Said disapprovingly.
That's right, having a teleportation array is already a natural screening condition. People who have a teleportation array are still afraid that they don't have the ability?
The Black Warrior activated the communication function of the teleportation array and said a few words to the other side. The other side checked the teleportation array here and found that it was not on the registration list. Without saying a word, he passed a branch half a meter long and as thick as an arm.
Come here and pay for the transport costs yourself.
"Is it that simple?" Nigris held up the branch, a little unbelievable. World Tree, the god of the elves, its branches are so easy to get? And the shipping is free.
However, upon closer inspection, the condition of the branches was indeed not very good. As the God of Knowledge, Nigris had seen a healthy World Tree, and the other party even invited him to eat the fruit, which was the size of a basin and contained countless seeds.
The fruit with Huanghuang slurry tastes very good and has the effect of increasing life span.
The brass dragon had a lifespan of ten thousand years, and Nigris finally lived for ten thousand and two years before dying. The extra two years were probably due to the effect of the fruit.
Although the effect is not obvious, the taste is indeed good, but there are a bunch of seeds in one fruit. Those are the seeds of the World Tree. If you cure the World Tree, you will only give one seed. Isn’t that lying to children?
It's better to pluck a few more branches. If the branches are healthy and can survive through cuttings, they will definitely grow faster than seeds.
"The planted information means you are qualified, Ange..." Negris turned his head and saw that there was still the shadow of Ange. The little skeleton had already gone somewhere.
…
Before running far, Ange realized that they were talking about a topic that he didn't understand, so he ran outside.
Seeing him coming out, the angel skeleton flew toward him, exposing the soles of its feet to him as it flew. This damn kid stepped on the hot rocks somewhere, and the soles of his feet were roasted, and the skin was charred and fragrant...
The little zombies are much smarter and will stay away from anything that is hot.
After casting a few blasts of holy light to heal the sole of his foot, Ange said "ouch" at it, and the angel lowered his head and flew back to the valley dejectedly.
At the bottom of the Great Rift Valley is a scorching hot lava river, flowing to an end invisible to the naked eye. Both sides of the river are steep slopes. The higher the slope, the lower the temperature.
There are many holes on the slope, and black smoke has been emitting from the holes all year round. The material in the black smoke has solidified and deposited when cooled, and a small soil slope has accumulated next to the holes. Over the years, the soil slope has become larger and wider.
As long as some soil is dug out of the valley and mixed with accumulated volcanic ash, it will become very fertile planting soil. In addition, the heat of the lava river lasts all year round, making the climate here clear, and food can be grown for two seasons, as well as some cash crops.
Or vegetables, very rich.
The entire Great Rift Valley is unknown, and the Devil's Valley with 5,000 people can only use a short section. Ange randomly found a hole that was still smoking, and transferred the ash accumulated near it to the resting place.
In the palace.
Calculated based on the ratio of one soul crystal to one hundred kilograms, Ange spent two thousand soul crystals to transfer two hundred thousand kilograms of volcanic ash.
This quantity sounds like a lot, but it is actually only one hundred tons. Based on an average of 3,000 acres of land, one acre is only 66 kilograms. However, it is not yet known whether this ratio is appropriate when used as fertilizer and mixed into the soil.
Ange has already begun to prepare the control group. He selected ten acres of land, first found out the appropriate proportion, and then transferred enough to it.
However, the amount of soul flames has become less and less recently. Nigris said that this is a period of faith fatigue. Without other stimulation or the growth of new believers, this decline will continue.
It also asked Ange if he wanted to harvest a wave of faith through some miracles or the like. However, miracles have a threshold, and they must be more shocking each time, otherwise the effect will become worse and worse.
However, the effect of miracles is not as effective as that of wonders. Miracles are one-time effects, but wonders can shock everyone's souls for a period of time and achieve continuous stimulating effects.
But the wonders are already being excavated, and the World Transfer Station is a wonder. I believe that the day it completely reappears, it will shock the hearts of everyone in this world.
In addition to miracles and wonders, there is a more cruel method to harvest faith on a large scale, and that is jihad.
Launch a war of faith and involve everyone, and then everyone's beliefs will be very firm and fanatical.
Nigris said three ways to increase the soul flame of faith. After hearing this, Ange tilted his head, said "trouble", and ran away.
The next day, Ange did not use the quick-death halo that consumes the most soul flames to farm the land. Instead, he stretched out his hands to tidy up the fields in the Palace of Rest, as if he wanted to loosen the knotted farmland inside.
At this moment, Nigris finally understood what Ange meant by "trouble". He farmed for fun, not for yield. If he had to do so many things to use the quick-death halo, he would not do it.
Woolen cloth.
As a result, the number of soul flames remained at 1,500 to 2,000 per day, and continued to decrease. Occasionally, it was necessary to save up before using a quick death halo.
This made Nigris couldn't help but lament Ange's bad luck. He was right to stop the human cooperative farming process, otherwise the soul flame would not be enough.
"Ange, look at this branch. Is there any way to save it?" Nigris flew over holding the branch.
As the god of knowledge, Nigris has hundreds of ways to revive a dead branch, but he is the god of knowledge, not the god of plants. His knowledge comes from those who have rich knowledge of planting, such as elves.
, druids and human farmers.
It has no way to create its own knowledge about planting, nor does it have personal planting experience, so it doesn't think that the elves have tried the methods it knows. They must have tried all methods before asking for help from the outside world.
Rather than relying on his own professional knowledge, Negris felt that Ange, who had created four planting magics on his own, was more reliable.
Ange took one look and shook his head: "Natural aging and depletion of life cannot be cured."
"Ah? Natural aging? Are you saying that World Tree is about to die of old age?" Negris asked.
Ange nodded.
"The World Tree is dying? Didn't it say that it can live for a hundred thousand years? Why is it dying so soon?" Negris muttered absentmindedly.
When he was on his way to becoming a god, Yggdrasil gave him a lot of guidance, and even told Negris: "The lifespan of God is in the hearts of believers, and my lifespan is in the annual rings, one hundred thousand years."
Now he suddenly heard that it was going to die of old age, and Nigris suddenly felt melancholy and lost. He had successfully lit the divine fire, but his lifespan was not in the hearts of believers, but in the hands of the immortal king. He was sealed, and theoretically could live forever.
But the World Tree that once gave me guidance back then is going to die...
He sighed melancholy, looked up, and saw Ange taking out a large bottle of essence, one full liter in size, inserted the branch into it, and then pointed his finger on the branch to activate the instant death aura.
I saw that the part of the branch inserted in the bottle was growing roots at a speed visible to the naked eye. The nutrient solution in the bottle was as if a straw had been inserted, and the visible reduction was visible to the naked eye. The originally withered branches of the world suddenly glowed with splendor and their skin turned green.
Grow young leaves, bloom and bear fruit.
Ange cut off all the redundant buds as quickly as possible, leaving only the one on the main trunk. Then all the nutrients were concentrated on the main trunk, and a fruit as big as a basin grew. Then the branches and leaves quickly withered.
Ange cut off the aura of instant death and picked the fruit immediately, regardless of whether it was ripe or not.
The branches continued to wither and burnt black, and finally turned into dust and disappeared without a trace, leaving only the huge fruit in Ange's hand.
Nigris stared blankly at the fruit, which was exactly the same as the one Yggdrasil invited him to eat, only a little greener.
"Okay, now there is no need for rewards from elves, there are seeds, and the seeds in the fruit are all seeds." Nigris said in a tone that didn't know whether to cry or laugh, this Ange can always surprise people (
scare).
But what was even more shocking came when Ange smashed the fruit and picked out all the seeds, part of which spilled onto the volcanic mound at his feet.
Nigris screamed in fright: "What do you want to do! Do you want to grow the World Tree as a vegetable!?"