The black cat rubbed the roots of the trees next to it, looking at the roots of these roots with its amber eyes like lakes.
A wooden cheek covered with cracks shook, and he opened a pair of red bloodshot eyes.
"good."
Not long ago, in order to ensure the oxygen circulation and food supply of the spacecraft, among the sleeping elves, the only woodland druid in the spacecraft transformed his body into a strange sapling that took root inside and outside the spacecraft.
Throughout the interior of the spacecraft, there are twisted tree roots growing at high and low places, with green leaves growing on them, like thick succulents.
Originally, this woodland druid was responsible for the entire small pseudo-ecosystem within the spacecraft, artificially filling in the gaps in this micro-ecosystem.
Magic power is produced in plants. It is not that the plants cultivated by druids cannot produce magic power, but the magic power consumed in cultivating and cultivating them is not much different from the magic power used in harvesting.
It is equivalent to a long-term investment.
But now, while repairing the spacecraft, engraving the damaged magic patterns will require a large amount of magic power to react, which has led to an error in the capital chain, that is, an imbalance in the magic power cycle within the spacecraft.
Magic power is not a necessity for the elves. Even if there is no magic power, they can still survive without using magic.
However, magic exists as a catalyst and is one of the necessary energies for the operation of the spacecraft. The existence of magic is a necessary prerequisite for the operation of these instruments.
In just a hundred years, the elves were able to transform from wild beastwalkers who drank the blood of fur into the forerunners of civilization exploring the starry sky. The existence of magic is indispensable.
The existence of magic has greatly catalyzed the creation of the elves, greatly promoted the thinking and spiritual progress of the elves, and to a certain extent, has greatly popularized and improved civilization.
Just like humans on earth cannot live without electricity, after entering the electrical age, the development of science and technology has exploded.
Specifically, the development of the Elf Kingdom is also divided into two eras, from the initial magic era to the secret talisman era.
Magic power is the beginning and the foundation, and the secret talisman and the inscription array are all tall buildings built on this basis.
It was also from this that the Elf Kingdom entered the era of magical application of secret talisman instruments.
That is to say, because the foundation of the secret talisman era is based on magic power, based on the existence of the secret talisman, the spacecraft must be replenished with magic power before it can be repaired.
The woodland druid used a forbidden spell to turn himself into a plant and extended his rhizome tentacles outside the spacecraft.
He tried his best to squeeze out his knowledge, manipulated his already vegetative body, and found an extremely huge leaf on the solid withered branch.
These leaves are a little thin, trying their best to absorb the sun's rays.
The thin sunlight, the tiny spaceship, and the exposed leaves are several meters wide. The veins of the rhizomes are twisted, transforming into weak magic power on the back of the leaves, and converging to the roots inside.
"How is the progress of the repairs?"
A maintenance man wearing thick protective clothing picked a tightly wrapped fist-sized fruit from a thick and twisted rhizome.
He carefully put the fruit into the pocket on his waist, then raised his head and looked at his almost wooden companion.
"Soon."
"Um."
The maintenance man opened his mouth, his face hidden in the transparent shell a little depressed. He picked up the tool bag floating beside him and floated towards the lower level of the spacecraft.
The mystery locks blessed on the spacecraft are not high-level mystery locks. Their only feature is to maintain the gravity in the spacecraft and ensure that the crew can sleep soundly.
But now, the power of the mystery that maintains gravity has also dispersed.
Soon, soon.
Since a hundred days ago, he has been saying that it will be soon.
The maintenance technician turned around in the narrow gap and walked towards the sealed cabin at the rear.
Click——
Under the action of the maintenance technician, the sealed hatch was manually opened and then closed manually.
In the dark cabin, only the maintenance technician's breathing was present.
His pupils shrank and became capable of night vision.
This cabin is about five meters long and wide and only as tall as a person. It occupies the end percent of the spacecraft, which is one-seventh of the length.
Among them, a huge, mushroom-shaped metal creation was standing solemnly.
This is the engine of the spaceship, the capital that travels across the starry sky, but on the other side of it are pieces of metal scattered on the ground.
"There are a total of 180,000 engine tablets here, all of which are engraved with secret talisman formations and have various functions..."
"I want to check them one by one..."
The maintenance man made a gesture of sitting on the ground, then fell down again.
He pulled out a thin, palm-sized piece of engine from the engine, and gently mobilized the magic power in the fruit to flow through the piece of engine.
No problem, just change it again.
When these engine tablets are manufactured, large-scale equipment is used to scan them, once every three seconds, and hundreds of tablets are scanned at a time.
But now, he needs to check it piece by piece.
He checked everything else, but the engine was missing. At that time, he was thinking about how desperate he would be if there was really something wrong with the engine.
In the end, fate, which preferred to play with the elves, played tricks on them again.
Manually inspecting the engine slices takes nearly ten seconds for each slice, and each inspection requires a small amount of magic power and energy.
Even if he is an extraordinary professional, he will be devoured by this kind of inspection like a small bite.
"Piece 14748, no problem."
Time stretched out very long.
In a spaceship where there is no distinction between day and night, everything is difficult.
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"This is the Jedi's land of elves, right?"
"No life, no signal, no Emerald Dream."
After staying away from Solottor, there is no way to enter the Emerald Dream.
"The universe..."
The communication elf looked at the extremely bright star and stared at him blankly.
This is day 247.
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"I think we need to explore this planet." The captain, who was still in his black cat state, said, his originally lively eyes a little stiff.
"Why?" Exploring this planet? What did you do with these hundreds of days?
"because……"
In the spaceship, the maintenance engineer sat on a tree root nearby. He did not speak or move. He seemed very depressed.
The communication elf's condition was also particularly bad, and the whole person was in a mess.
Maintaining a good clean state is a required course for an elf, but at this juncture, no one can care about it.
"We have tried our best."
Yes, we have tried our best.
The woodland druid who transformed into a treant and had not woken up for dozens of days, and the maintenance engineer who had been repairing the equipment for several days, found that there was no problem at all.
The communication spirit that keeps calling and never stops.