With Appa's help, Gretel finally calmed down and began to hone his mental power and perception.
Warcraft has made him worry about him. He should cheer up and stop thinking about taking shortcuts. Sometimes, shortcuts are the longest way!
Grete spent the last bit of his free entertainment time practicing. He used his mental power to touch the walls and stairs of the mage tower, touch the furniture and pens and paper, and touch the power grid pulled up by the SS...
When making specimens, use mental power to penetrate little by little and touch the bones, muscles, and nerves of the experimental animals...
Grete soon saw something different.
In addition to the anatomical differences, there are more differences between the bodies of those monsters and those of ordinary animals. Depending on the attributes, they are more or less saturated with energy.
For example, the iron skinned bull has a more metallic feel to its skin and horns;
For example, the wind wolf has a sense of lightness on its skin, and a new structure is formed on its hair, allowing the breeze to wrap around it more smoothly;
For example, the water arrow rabbit... Well, this kind of rabbit, although its muscles have been strengthened, it just feels more delicious... If Gretel didn't like spicy food, he actually wanted to be a cold rabbit.
While Gretel was obsessed with research, the large-scale agricultural production movement in the Kingdom of Kent had already been vigorously promoted.
The elders of the Order of the God of Nature and the great mages of the School of Change worked together to cast spells and cut the piece of divine crystal into more than a hundred pieces corresponding to the ones of the Order of the God of Nature on the east and west islands of the kingdom and on several small islands.
More than a hundred dioceses.
During that cutting process, Gretel was taken to watch by the Lord of Thunder, and he was able to occupy a good position. The elders of the Nature Order and the great mages of the Change Department all showed friendly smiles to him, and no one questioned him.
What is a level 7 mage doing?
Although Gretel actually didn't understand anything...the only thing he could understand was that the cutting tool was not any of the ones he recognized...not a metal blade, not a diamond grinding wheel, not a high-pressure water jet, nor a ceramic blade...
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Anyway, the elders and archmages stood in their respective positions according to the positions of the magic circle. Following the high and low sounds of chants and prayers, soon, a meager light saber appeared in the center of the magic circle.
The light knife cut straight through the power grid covering the divine crystal silently. Like a knife dividing water, the power grid did not fluctuate at all, and the divine crystal had been split into two even pieces. Then, one cut, another cut, and another cut.
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So the reason why the teacher is here is to always use the power grid to control the divine crystal, right? Otherwise, is he afraid that this thing will explode or run away?
The light knife continued to cut. One cut at a time, not hurriedly, according to the lines that should have been drawn in advance. The cut particles were large or small, and the color seemed to be light or thick.
Grete guessed that maybe the size of each parish was different, and the land that the Order of the God of Nature and the Magic Council could affect was different, so the amount of divine power crystals needed was also different?
All in all, the divine crystal was cut into tiny gems, the smallest of which was only as big as 1 carat. The great mages of the transformation system quickly arranged a row of gold rings and set these gems on the base one by one...
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Gretel felt that they wanted to take this opportunity to use their spiritual power to touch these divine crystals for the last time. At least, they could still take the opportunity to touch them?
After all, once this wave of touching is over, you will never be able to touch it again...
The elders of each regional church each pulled out a vine and strung a gold ring inlaid with emerald green crystals around their necks. Then they rushed back to the diocese and gathered priests to form an alliance in the lands that each diocese could influence.
Formation, hard work to give birth.
In the local mage tower, the mages and apprentices also walked out of the mage tower and began to organize manpower to help with drying, transportation and storage work.
News from all over the place are constantly summarized to the Magic Council:
"The first grain has been harvested!"
"The second batch of grain has been sown!"
"One round of birthing magic every day. Before this winter comes, we will ensure that we can give birth to another batch!"
"The whale oil has arrived on one hundred and fifty ships!"
“Herring imports from the Kingdom of the Netherlands have recently increased from 500 barrels per day to 1,000 barrels per day!”
"After this round, the food reserves should be enough." The Lord of Thunder told his disciples easily:
"The New World is better. There are enough kinds of natural spirits and totem beasts, and there is a place to harvest them. Here in the Old World, human beings have developed it for thousands of years, and the natural spirits have almost become extinct. The power of the Lord of Glory is also
Not biased toward growth…”
Grete thought about what he had seen on the battlefield, the destructive white light that swept everything, and nodded silently. Although they are all the power of faith, apart from healing, the power of each family is very different...
Is it the difference in the composition of the magic itself, or is it the believer's imagination of the power of the gods that causes the difference?
Moreover, he could also understand the reason why the Lord of Thunder and the others did not harvest in the northern part of the New World, but had to risk traveling thousands of miles deeper into the area controlled by the Glorious Holy See.
The natural spirits on your own territory are your own resources. If you can rob someone else's property, of course you have to rob someone else's property.
"By the way, teacher, how are they handled in the New World and our allies?"
"The New World is simple." The Lord of Thunder's lips curved slightly:
"The place was vast and sparsely populated, and there were many wild animals. On the great plains, herds of wild buffaloes roamed, each weighing a ton... Load a boatload of salt to each settlement and let them marinate the beef."
"As for our allies... it depends on whether they are smart or not. Anyway, the ships of the Parliament are always shuttled, and those who are willing to work in the New World will always have something to eat."
Gretel lowered his head silently. As long as the dwarves are willing to obey orders and work for the council, there will always be food in the factory; while the barbarians...
The result of going to the New World is that the complete tribes are broken down into individual people. They are hired by mages, nobles, and every settlement established by the residents of the Kingdom of Kent to become useful bodyguards and thugs?
Or maybe become a sailor? There is always a shortage of sailors, and barbarians, even if only the elders can distinguish the stars and ocean currents, at least these people who row long boats and rob everywhere can become outstanding grassroots sailors...
"Teacher, what about the other people in the kingdom? The local councils will definitely speed up their establishment and work hard to collect food, but other temples and nobles who occupy the land may not be willing to cooperate with us..."
If the temple and the noble lords strongly refuse, or simply refuse to pay the relevant fees, it is estimated that the Parliament and the Order of the God of Nature will not be able to go to their lands and put in such a great effort to produce grains.
"Don't worry about this matter." After a moment of silence, the Lord of Thunder told his youngest disciple in an extremely stern tone:
"During this period, if anyone asks you to leave Nevis for medical treatment, don't go. If someone is sick, let them come to your door. If you ask them to come to me by force, let them come to me!"
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Our neighborhood is finally on the list...
Starting today, we will be closed for at least another 14 days...crying...