Chapter 988: God of Eagles, are you giving me a cat-making stick?
The high-level magicians sat on the high flying platform, with straight faces, brushing [Mechanized Mind] on themselves to prevent vomiting, and managed to survive until the end of the first round of living sacrifices. Then, they immediately retreated to the airship for a meeting
discuss:
How to set rules for those natives!
"I still say that I want them to completely give up living sacrifices!"
Archmage Salomon of the Protection Department slammed his palm on the table. Although this Archmage was in the Protection Department, he was a hawk among hawks, and his attitude was extremely tough:
"Not only must we give up the use of human sacrifices from the Glorious Holy See, but we must also give up the use of indigenous people's sacrifices! Otherwise, if we develop the Eagle Country and let the indigenous people go into the jungle to find special products, build plantations, mine and smelt, where will the manpower come from?
Take them and kill them!"
"I'm afraid it's impossible to give up living sacrifices completely now." Archmage Mansfield of the Conjuration Department replied calmly:
"You have also seen today's sacrificial ceremony. Living sacrifice is an important way for their indigenous gods to gain power. If their domestic professionals want to advance, they must rely on the indigenous gods to receive living sacrifices and grant them strength."
"Asking them to give up now is equivalent to asking their entire country to oppose us." Archmage Heins said leisurely, mediating:
"I think we should take a more relaxed approach and take it step by step."
As a necromancer, the pile of corpses he dissected by himself could at least fill this airship. And the way for the necromance to grow is to add potions, add magic materials, and replace it with better bones.
A common way is to let them absorb other undead...
Therefore, Archmage Heins does not have much objection to the living sacrifice itself. The reason why he opposes the living sacrifice is firstly because of the related interests, and he firmly stands on the side of the parliament;
Second, Lin En was almost dragged into a living sacrifice by them, and Archmage Heins was quite annoyed;
Third...the third one is, of course, the same need to absorb power. Why do you, the Kingdom of Eagles, make it so disgusting! Even if you want to learn from our necromancers!
If you need soul, you can use a more efficient method!
If you need flesh and blood, it’s not impossible to feed the monsters!
It requires spiritual power... You are already a god, you cannot absorb the power of faith, you have to use blood sacrifice! Blood sacrifice!
Shame on you!
"First of all, we have to make a name for ourselves." The representative of the Pandora Control Department knocked on the table this time and said softly. He rotated the rings on his hand one by one, rotating the gemstones to the side of the palm, then to the back of the hand, and then to the back of the hand.
Come in, then spin out:
"No one is happy to be accused rashly. 'You can't tell who belongs to our family' and 'We need manpower to do the work.' This kind of statement is only a benefit at best, but it is untenable. It is best to have
A good enough reason."
"You, the control type, are best at intrigues." The archmage from the illusion department smiled and added. The person from the control type shook the ring on his hand at him:
"Isn't it the same for you? Stop telling jokes and come and find a solution together!"
"Isn't the method obvious?" The great mage of the control department smiled and spread his hands. He pointed at the gems in the opponent's hands, and then pointed at the pyramid outside the window:
"Should our remuneration be paid? With so many of us, guess how much gold the Eagle Country can have in its treasury? When they can't afford it, talk to them first and allocate a piece of land to build a mage tower for us.
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The magicians couldn't help laughing. Then through the porthole, looking at the pyramid covered in blood outside, it was not so unpleasant:
If it weren't for this barbaric place, how could there be gold staffs, gold crowns, gold plates, gold bowls, gold knives, gold axes, and gold ornaments everywhere?
This gold has long since been minted into gold coins, scattered out, and exchanged for various weapons!
Before they could come to collect debts, Eagle Kingdom, which had completed its first day of sacrifice, had already sent someone over. It was an entourage from Tratoani's side, maybe an official? He was accompanied by a golden eagle warrior, respectfully
, holding a golden box:
"This is the apology sent by the great Eagle God to the friends of the noble Son of God. The Eagle God specially gathered a force and gave it to Mr. Troca to compensate for his loss."
With a flick of the brush, the magicians' eyes were all focused on the box. It was a gold box over half a foot long, three inches wide, and over two inches high, with the image of the Eagle God cast or embossed on it.
Two obsidian stones are embedded in the eyes of the eagle. In the deep black, there are two dots of golden light, which are extremely rare golden obsidian stones among obsidian. The box moves slightly, and the eyes follow the flow of light and are eager to come alive.
"Does this box need to be opened under special circumstances? After opening, does it need to be absorbed immediately?"
Grete gestured for someone to call Linn over, pressed the lid of the box, raised his head and asked. The person put his hand on his chest, smiled and bowed:
"No need. Mr. Trocca can use it at any time, or he can exchange it for something else..."
Grete breathed a sigh of relief. He did not reach out to lift it, but stood aside, waiting for Linn to come over. Beside him, the magicians were whispering to each other, and they were discussing:
"I guess it's an egg."
"Hey, hey, he is the God of Eagles! Eagle! Does your eagle lay eggs?"
“Why can’t God lay eggs?”
"If you ask me to guess, this may be a ball of black energy... After all, black energy is the best match for that black cat, right? There's no need to digest it, just swallow it..."
"That doesn't quite fit the style of the Eagle God... You said that the snake god gave him a cloud of black mist. I believe it. After all, the snake god's form is just a ball of black mist..."
After saying a few words, Linn hurried over with Mr. Trocca in his arms. The black cat jumped out of his arms and eagerly opened the lid of the box. He lifted it with one paw, but failed to lift it, and added another.
Just a paw...
Before it bit it, Lin En quickly waved his hand, and the two high mage hands worked together to finally lift the heavy lid.
In the box, there is a piece of soft black fur, with a golden feather on the fur:
"Meow!"
Mr. Trocca screamed miserably. His back was arched high, his tail was straight, and the hairs on his back exploded one by one.
"It turns out to be a feather." The person who guessed "it's a mass of black air" shrugged boredly.
"It's actually a feather... It's boring, it's too common..." The person who said "I guess it's an egg" at the beginning rubbed his head back in disappointment.
"Looking at the shape, it should be the longest flying feather?" Archmage Vickers of the alchemy department took a step forward and looked at it intently:
"If it is the longest flight feather, it is not easy. In birds, this feather is the toughest and contains the most power. Can Mr. Trocca absorb it?"
Lin tentatively picked up the feather and shook it at his magic pet. Mr. Trocca called out "meow", stood upright with his hind paws on the ground, and pounced with all his strength. Again, and again, and again.
One sway, another pounce...
So, God of Eagles, did you send me a cat-teasing stick?
Grete's face darkened silently.
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