Chapter 55 55. Crow’s Skin (seeking for further reading)
“Quack, quack—”
The dark crow made a harsh and unpleasant cry.
They flapped their wings and gradually approached the sunflowers growing towards the sun. Their red eyes were full of greed and desire.
For Warcraft, such pure solar magic power and food full of vitality are simply too tempting to be tempted.
The crows, led by their leader, observed for a long time before finally waiting for the owner of the castle to leave, and then they couldn't wait to fly over.
There is no obstruction from the mage.
At this moment, they only have eyes for the delicious sunflower seeds!
The crow leader screamed "quack" with joy, and was the first to swoop down. He was obviously a crow, but he had an aura like an eagle.
It stared at the largest red sunflower seed, seeming to be imagining how delicious it tasted.
However, great joy always brings sorrow. The sunflowers seemed to be aware of the invasion of foreign enemies, and they all turned their flower disks and pointed them at the crows.
It is like a magical creation such as a magic anti-aircraft cannon that detects the invasion of foreign enemies.
The golden stream of light flows from the sunflower seeds toward the petals, takes shape from the position of the petals, and then lights up one by one, finally converging into a circular magic pattern.
"Huh?" The crow leader suddenly felt something was wrong. His rich experience told him that there might be danger here, and he immediately wanted to turn around and run away.
But not before the crow leader escaped.
With the sound of "swish".
A total of eleven rays of sun fire that had been accumulated for a long time were sprayed out, and after converging, they formed an even more dazzling golden light beam, which instantly hit the crow leader.
The latter didn't even have time to scream. His sleek black feathers were completely burned by the flames, and then he fell down and turned into black coal.
The crimson sunflowers influenced the sunflowers to continue to emit solar rays. The golden light beam was like a divine sword cutting through the darkness, violently disrupting the crows.
In the blink of an eye, the crows were dead and wounded.
The body fell to the ground.
The remaining crows that were barely able to move fled in panic with flapping wings. They were not as aggressive as when they came, and they did not even dare to call.
This scene was watched by Rob, some farm servants and apprentices who happened to be outside. They stared at the sunflower in shock, not knowing what to say at all.
Is this the power of a mage?
Ordinary sunflowers can also have such terrifying lethality.
After being surprised, Rob hurriedly ordered people to collect the dead and seriously injured Crow Magic Birds that could not fly.
And Croya watched the complete story of Sunflower's counterattack against Crow. After a big show, he continued walking slowly and leisurely - he was not worried at all.
Since the red sunflower has the tendency to form a soul, it can now fight back or launch attacks on its own.
It is absolutely impossible for a group of crows to devour them.
He quickly came to the castle. Looking at the corpses of the magic birds piled here, his eyes moved slightly and he slowly squatted down.
He held a completely dead crow in his hand, and his fingers rested on its chest for a moment - it had a strange texture like iron.
Why is there iron in crows?
Other parts of this crow were badly burned by the sun's rays, but only this part was intact and a little smooth.
If it weren't for the fact that the surrounding situation was very different from here, he wouldn't even be able to tell that there was something strange here.
It's like...
"Wearing a breastplate?"
Cloya immediately became curious. He checked it carefully first and found that there were enough Eight crows had this condition. Immediately, he took the eight crows into his laboratory, and then took out a knife and cut open the flesh of one of them.
After careful separation, he took out an object.
This is a strange piece of iron sheet about two centimeters, about the same thickness as parchment paper, and feels slightly cool in your hand.
After leaving the crow's body, its color quickly changed from black, which is basically the same as the crow, to a weird light gray.
But it feels even weirder to the touch.
There is no coolness and hardness of iron. It has a warm and moist texture, as if it is touching the skin, full of vitality and rhythm.
"..."
He suddenly felt a chill and a little goosebumps on his body, and dropped this strange piece of light gray iron on the experimental table.
To be honest, this kind of touch that is almost the same as human skin, holding it in his hand like this, really makes him feel a little physiologically uncomfortable.
"What the hell is this? I've never seen anything like this before, um..."
Croya thought about it seriously and suddenly thought of an opportunistic way - he He immediately took out the Holy Spring Crystal Card, then summoned the Holy Spring and threw the piece of iron into it.
If he is right, when selling something, the other party will first tell you what it is. Isn't this equivalent to free identification?
Before he truly learned the art of appraisal, he could only use this opportunistic method to get other people's appraisal results for free.
A few seconds later, an intellectual female voice sounded:
"Dear first-level member star spirit, you submitted a three-gram piece of bark of a young artificial magic tree. The estimated age of the tree is two years and six years in standard time. Month, the number of magic crystals that can be exchanged is twenty.
The alchemist master codenamed Doll left you a message. Is it convenient to answer it?"
This caused another question. Master Alchemist's attention?
Cloya nodded: "Answer it."
After a short silence, the intellectual female voice turned into a rough voice: "Friend, do you have any more advanced simulations? Make a magic tree, and I can trade it with you for the dwarves’ Earth Mother Spring!”
Earth Mother Spring?
He had heard of this before, in "The Power of Gods?" "I saw it in this book. It is said that it was a miracle given to the dwarves by the Mother Earth.
Well, only the dwarves can get it.
"Does that mean there is a dwarf on the other side?" Croya thought for a moment, after considering the characteristics of this strange bark and the other person's name.
He made a bold guess - could this thing be a material for making puppets or doll skins?
And it should be very rare, otherwise it would not attract such attention from an alchemist master who may be a dwarf.
Thinking of this, he replied: "I have not cultivated a higher level of simulated demon tree yet, my friend, this kind of demon tree is difficult to cultivate."
There was another silence. , and the reply was given.
“Well, my friend... I deeply understand that it is not easy to cultivate this kind of magic tree, and every year is like torture.
The Mother Goddess bless you, may you Success.
If you have a simulated magic tree that is over fifty years old, you can contact me at any time.
The price I will give will only be higher, not lower! ”< br>
The rough man's voice disappeared, leaving only the intellectual voice of Sheng Quan again: "Do you want to sell?"
This time Croya simply chose to sell, and then Plan to buy the contract and the information on the fake magic tree.
This was just right, otherwise he would have planned to sell a sea-patterned clam pearl in exchange for the contract.
(End of this chapter)