Chapter 1173 Gretel, look, that earth elemental king can lick the plate!
Elder Fahim: "..."
Gretel: "..."
An old man and a young man, dozens of meters apart, looked at each other. After a while, Elder Fahim raised his hand, and a soft breeze gently swirled out, condensing on Gretel's forehead, and knocked an explosion with a "pop"
chestnut.
"Why are you running! Why are you running away! Am I here, and I can't protect you?" Elder Fahim was angry and funny:
"This place is close to the secret realm, and the energy interference is very strong. Drawing the summoning circle here requires a lot of transformations - why not learn more now! Come here!"
"Also, what did you look like just now? Not to mention turning into a leopard, even if you turn into a bear, you can still crawl faster than using your hands and feet like this!"
Gretel grimaced, covered his forehead, and walked forward step by step. Why are you hitting me? I have become a habit. Last time I squatted in the bunker and watched you work, no one helped me.
Come out……
Even so, he also knew that Elder Fahim meant well. Such a profound summoning circle and such a rare transformation of the circle may not be seen once in a hundred years——
Elder Fahim really regarded him as one of his own, so he called him to his side, held his hand, and taught him in detail. Look, Senior Brother Baierbo, isn't he just huddled in the bunker he dug last time?
, did you consciously avoid suspicion?
Although he is not a summoning expert, and he may not be able to learn it after reading it once, but remembering it and thinking about it slowly will always be helpful in the future...
Grete stood next to Elder Fahim, listening hard, memorizing hard - recording hard. He put the patterns on the ground, the order of drawing every line, every deformation, and every word the elder said into meditation.
Kernel, stored:
Feeling that this was not enough, he raised his hand and released a secret eye, flying up, flying up, moving left and right, constantly looking for a position. Elder Fahim said curiously:
"what are you doing?"
"Isn't this right? If you stand on the side and look at it, will the formation diagram you see be deformed?" Gretel said confidently:
"There is a secret eye looking directly above, and the array pattern traced out is the most correct shape, without any deformation at all!"
Well, aerial photography without a drone is the same with the arcane eye...
Elder Fahim laughed angrily at him. He wiped it on his body casually, took out a bamboo tube, and patted it into Grete's hand:
"Take it!"
Gretel pulled out the stopper and took it out to see a magic circle pattern drawn on an unknown animal skin. On the edge of the pattern, there were densely written words, marking the meanings of various lines and runes.
If you look carefully, you can see that the ink color is deep and light, thick and light, and it has obviously been taken out and annotated many times. The animal hide is tough and strong, with a faint halo of magic flowing on it, but the edges are a little burnt and brittle.
How long had the hide been preserved to produce such an effect?
Hundreds of years?
Thousands of years?
Or...thousands of years?
Gretel held the magic array diagram in his hand in awe, not daring to move for a moment. He stood frozen for a moment, then looked up at Elder Fahim:
"...Is this for me?"
The elder suddenly laughed. He raised his hand, and Gretel shrank his neck reflexively, then froze with all his strength. The hand fell on his head, rubbed it, and twisted his hair into a bird's nest:
"Little guy, you are an elf and a human; you belong to the forest and to Nevis. We all see the efforts you have made for the secret realm - it is just a summoning array map. You can take it back with you.
it does not matter."
Gretel's shoulders suddenly relaxed. He raised his head, smiled gratefully at Elder Fahim, rolled up the formation chart, and took it back. He stood beside the elder, raised his ears, and continued to listen to his lecture.
Archmage Baierbo also stood up and bowed slightly to Elder Fahim to express his gratitude.
The elder was willing to give this formation map, on the one hand, because of Gretel's contribution, and on the other hand, because Nevis does not lack the summoning formation to summon the elemental king...
Of course, even if you already have it, even if you don't suddenly get strategic materials, you can still draw parallels by comparing these technologies with each other. This relationship is essential, and Little Grete's contribution must also be counted.
Besides that, the most beneficial thing for him was that he saw that the elder's tolerance was far wider than he thought before. From now on, he could listen and measure openly!
This time, the appearance of the Earth Elemental King was not as loud as last time. When he poked his head out of the summoning array, he landed almost silently on the land of the Elf Forest.
It supported its body with its head and squirmed outward. When the back piece fell to the ground, the front piece had quietly scattered and turned into borax and lead ingots. Then, it wriggled outward again...
In this way, it slowly poked out section by section, and finally, with a crash, it dispersed into a hill of borax and lead ingots. A bit of yellow light flew up in the middle, turned around twice in front of Elder Fahim, and gently rubbed against his hand.
A few times.
"Ah, it's so affectionate..."
Gretel made a small, envious sound. On the left, Archmage Baierbo, who had been busy measuring, replied to him without raising his head:
"Being affectionate is still affectionate, but you still have to get money..."
Before he finished speaking, yellow light rolled up a pile of gold, silver and gems on the ground, turned around and flew back to the summoning array.
The head plunged into the summoning array, and the tail quickly rotated in a circle, watching the lines and runes disappear one after another along the rotating trajectory, and fell into the center of the array.
Gretel: "..."
Why are you licking the plate?
In any case, whether it was eating, handling, or licking the plate, the earth elemental king did everything he had to do.
According to the calculations of Aneri Linge and Losia respectively, 100,000 tons of lead ingots and 100,000 tons of borax weigh just about the same in terms of density and volume. Next, is the last step -
Throw these ores into the elven secret realm to extinguish the eternal flames in the mines!
"It's about to begin."
Elder Fahim took a long breath, and there was a bit of fieryness in his old and tired eyes. Thousands of years, how many generations of guardians, how many elves have been here to bury their bones. In his generation, there will finally be results.
Yet?
"It's about to begin."
The high priest held the heavy gold plate in his hands, his arms trembling a little. Whether the Sun God can recover, whether he can regain his strength, and whether he can withstand the despicable invaders depends on this wave!
If it can't be completely cured, then...it's impossible to ask these nature walkers to help defend against the invaders? I don't know if they are willing to help. If they are willing to help, can the kingdom afford the price?
"It's about to begin..."
Archmage Baierbo speeded up and counted the instruments he brought this time. Heck, I didn't expect that this time, I would actually need to measure a demigod!
The instruments he brought over are not enough... In the past few days, they have just been temporarily modified. Can the things that are rubbed out hold up? Is there anything else that needs to be adjusted?
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