The wizarding world has never lacked high-level wizards.
In order to continue their own bloodlines, these high-level wizards are constantly trying various methods of reproduction.
Whether it is natural reproduction or laboratory cultivation, the possibility of giving birth to powerful offspring is always there, but there is a greater chance of giving birth to blood descendants without any elemental talents.
It is difficult for high-level wizards to give birth to blood descendants. In the past, such mortal descendants could only be abandoned and allowed to die like this after enjoying a lifetime of honor in the secular realm. If a high-level wizard lives a little longer, he will die in one breath.
It is possible for more than ten generations of descendants to live.
The demons refined by high-level alchemy lack vitality, and even if they are purified again, they cannot give mortals new magical attributes. But these demons from the mutated moon well have a strange breath of life. Once they are purified to a certain
level, and even has the ability to turn decay into magic, allowing mortals to have magic power!
This is another guarantee for many high-level wizards who are eager to give birth to blood descendants, and it also gives them no regrets.
However, with the current output of the mutated moon well, only 50 grams of magic essence can be purified every month, and it will take half a year to collect the amount of powerful magic essence.
However, considering the broad and bright future of the powerful magic essence, Greem has already set the price of the powerful magic essence at 2 million magic crystals deep in his heart. After all, this is a unique business, and he has never heard of it elsewhere.
Said similar items exist!
Although breeding flowers can also achieve similar effects, one less consumable magic item is needed. And no one knows where they grow in the thousands of planes. They are far inferior to the powerful magic spirits in front of them that can continuously produce
out.
Moreover, 2 million magic crystals may be a sky-high price for low-level wizards, but for high-level wizards, it is just the basic cost of a large-scale witchcraft experiment. If you spend 2 million magic crystals, you can guarantee your birth.
There will be no "mediocre people" among their descendants, and which high-level wizard would be stingy with magic crystals in this regard?
While Greem was silently observing Melinda's every move, Melinda finally completed a pious prayer ceremony and slowly recovered from her mental trance.
As soon as she opened her eyes, Melinda saw the terrifying 'devil' standing beside her with a majestic figure!
The other party was only one meter away from her.
Melinda exclaimed, then covered her mouth again, and stepped back again and again, looking like she was cowering in fear.
Greem didn't care about the cowardice of the elf priestess.
He leaned out and looked down slightly at the half-stored moonwater in the moonwell, with a satisfied smile on his face. In three to five days, it would be enough to purify the first bottle of powerful magic essence.
"You...have performed well these days!" Greem looked at the elf priestess with a gentle smile on his face: "Tell me, if you have any requests, you can make them. I will definitely satisfy you if I can satisfy them!"
A slap in the face will give you a sweet date!
The other party did not slack off in his work. He prayed so diligently every day, which undoubtedly deserved a reward.
"I...I..." The elf priestess' lips trembled slightly, as if she was hesitant to speak.
"If you don't have any request, forget it. I have something to do and I have to leave first!" Greem turned around and was about to leave.
"No...I have a request..."
"explain!"
"I want... I want to have some companions to accompany me!" The elf priestess finally boldly made her request.
Greem turned around, looked at the other party, and tilted his head to think for a moment.
"Tomorrow I will bring a companion of yours, but you must teach her the rules here. If you continue to behave so well in the future, I will release all your companions one after another..."
Melinda's beautiful eyes immediately shone, and she rushed forward: "I will definitely be obedient! I will also make them obedient, you... you can rest assured of me!"
Even in the plane of Faen, elf priestesses never undergo any combat training. Their only daily tasks are to clean and sweep in elf temples or altars, and hold some public prayer ceremonies on a regular basis.
Therefore, Melinda has only Level 1, but she really can't speak of anything in terms of combat power.
Greem didn't say anything more. He nodded at the priestess, took two steps out, and disappeared on the spot with a burst of flames that shot up into the sky.
Melinda bit her lips tightly and thought for a long time. Finally, she knelt down again under the quiet and elegant moonlight. She silently prayed to the bright moon with its crooked corner on the sky: "Under the great Moon God, what should I do?"
What should I do? Is what I am doing right or wrong? I hope to get your advice..."
It's a pity that this is not the plane of Faen, but the extremely powerful wizard world. Miwe, the moonlight god she prays to, has low divine power and cannot extend her divine power to this corner.
Therefore, her prayers are destined to fail!
Just when Melinda fell into a state of devout prayer again, Greem, wearing a red witch robe, silently appeared somewhere in the nearby black forest, watching from a distance through the distance of nearly 5 miles and the dense towering ancient trees.
That cabin in the woods.
A strange sound of flapping wings came from Lingling.
Immediately, a blood-red pointed-billed bat flew out from the deep and dark forest, and transformed into a pale-faced middle-aged aristocratic man wearing exquisite robes in front of Greem.
"My lord, I wonder what your instructions are for summoning Wenlier?"
"That cabin in the forest is a secret testing site that I have set up. No outsiders are allowed to destroy it. Allocate some manpower to seal off the area for me, and no outsiders are allowed to break in. Whether it is a monster or a wizard, once they break in,
Kill without hesitation. If there is anyone you can't deal with, please inform me as soon as possible!"
"Yes! I'll make arrangements right away."
Although a protective witch formation had been set up near the forest hut, Greem was worried and sent some more people. It was not until the place was tightly guarded that he turned around and left with peace of mind.
…………
White Tower.
A secret room.
As a ray of flame dissipated, Greem's tall figure strode out and returned to his residence.
Now, he has become more and more proficient in controlling flames. As long as he leaves a mark of witchcraft somewhere in advance, he can teleport directly there by relying on the subtle induction between the flames.
Of course, this medium-range flame transmission distance cannot exceed 50 miles, and it also requires some kind of arrangement in advance, so it is difficult to make temporary arrangements during battle.
However, since advancing to level 3, many tactics that had been conceived long ago but could not be implemented due to strength can now be used.
Currently, what Greem wants to optimize and adjust most is his mobility!
As an elemental wizard, you can truly utilize your strengths by acting as a firepower fort.
However, in the past, there was an extreme lack of mobile witchcraft, so Greem had to transform into a Balrog most of the time, and then act as a half-baked flame warrior. Now that he has become level 3, the fire witchcraft has become more and more sophisticated.
Greem and Chip conducted a long period of deduction and planning, and finally came up with a feasible strengthening plan.
Flamethrower engine!
Flame spray is an extremely simple application in flame witchcraft. It can spray the gathered fire element particles in a fan shape in a certain direction to form an area of flame damage.
Now, Greem combined the 'Fire Shaping' ability in the flame suit to condense a pair of flame armor for himself. The purpose of this armor is not for defense, but for mobility.
Like tiny flame jet engines, driven by Greem's huge flame energy, it can spray high-temperature flames outwards through tiny holes, and then use the reverse thrust of the flames to achieve the goal.
Rapid movement within domain space.
However, this sharp increase in movement speed still requires Greem to slowly adapt.
Therefore, these days, Greem has been spending 2-3 hours every day to exercise his nerve reflexes.
In this secret room, Greem arranged hundreds of disorderly spiked wooden stakes, and then forced himself to start the flame jet engine, passing through it at super high speeds.
Of course, for safety reasons, Greem also blessed himself with several flame shields.
Unfortunately, in the first half month, Greem successfully turned himself into a flame cannonball. Every time the flame jet engine was turned on, he transformed into a bolide, crushing countless trees along the way.
The pile was then firmly attached to the stone wall.
If it weren't for the flame shield, I'm afraid half of his life would have been lost here!
Such miserable days lasted for half a month, and Greem was barely able to control the speed of the flame jet engine. However, when traveling through the wooden stake array, there would always be some unpredictable mistakes in the cooperation between him and the chip, and every time
The outcome of a mistake is, of course, bad luck for the wooden piles.
Either it was burned into coke by the high-temperature flames, or it was knocked to pieces by Greem who was in a hurry.
After training for a long time, there was still not much progress, which also made Greem completely lose confidence in his athletic talent, and he could only transfer all control of the flame jet engine to the chip in his brain.
Compared with the human brain's fuzzy motion perception, the chip's control of the flame jet engine is more delicate and more agile.
Whenever the flame jet engine starts, Greem will transform into a flaming humanoid, quickly moving forward and backward among the densely packed spiked wooden piles at super high speed. Unfortunately, although his figure is very agile, his expression is not
It doesn't match the body shape at all.
Looking at the wooden stakes that were passing rapidly in front of him, and the sharp thorns that were approaching rapidly in front of his eyes, Greem's screams never stopped. After practicing, even though he was unscathed, his performance was extremely perfect.
After completing all the actions, the big beads of sweat had soaked all the clothes.
This kind of first-person perspective exercise is simply more exciting than riding a hundred roller coasters in the previous life! (To be continued)