Volume 8: The Sword Points to the Far East Chapter 249: The Forest Wizard
Regardless of the form of life existence and provided that the conditions are met, can the natives of this world achieve immortality?
The answer is no.
Demigods can die too.
The demigods of the Bloomfield continent, the Elf King, the Dwarf King, and the Beast King have all been replaced, not to mention the Lich King who disappeared after a few moments of pleasure.
I can't achieve immortality, but extending my life span is no problem...
For example, the old dragon Austin is sealed with only a small spirit (soul) jumping around outside. If Mr. Sean who sealed him does not die and Austin remains sealed, then the life span of this old dragon will be extended as long as he is sealed - when sealed, the old dragon's body and most of its soul are in a "frozen" static state.
Of course, if anyone tells the old dragon that "I sealed you up for your own good and to extend your life", then the old dragon will definitely spit poisonous saliva in your face...
In short, there is no shortage of black magic to prolong life in this world. Folk tales in the human world, such as "the king who pursued immortality was turned into a skeleton by a black magician, and the super beauty was sealed into a painting by an evil wizard to preserve her beauty", are not groundless, but have a basis in reality.
If you ask the king and the beauty whether they like this way of prolonging their lives, that's a matter of opinion...
It's like asking a 90-year-old man whether he is willing to lie in bed with tubes inserted all over his body to prolong his life for 30 years. There is no standard answer.
If an ordinary person's soul is strong enough and is fortunately or unfortunately captured by a black magician after death, then it will be no problem for it to exist for decades as a controlled undead or a black magic summon.
The legendary illusionist Sean, the "End of Illusion", has such a strong mental power that he is only one step away from the fourth level. If he is willing to use this unfortunate way to stay in this material plane, it is naturally possible...
Somewhere in a principality of the Northern Federation, there is a wizard tower located in the forest.
Only spellcasters above level three have the financial resources and strength to maintain and operate a wizard tower, which can establish a powerful magic barrier similar to a "local magic net" in the area where it is located; all areas covered by the barrier and even the surrounding radiation areas are under the protection of the wizard tower.
To put it simply, the status of the Mage Tower in this world in the minds of the locals is similar to that of the security booths on Earth... When a spellcaster comes to the residential area and builds a Mage Tower, it is an extremely lucky thing for ordinary people. There is no need to worry about bandits and robbers anymore, and even large wild beasts and monsters will not approach.
Therefore, smear stories like the one about an evil wizard darkly ruling a certain village or town can only be spread in the area ruled by the Vatican...
In the early morning, the sky was hazy and the forest was filled with fog. Several local hunters, carrying backpacks filled with fresh vegetables grown by nearby farmers, seasonal fruits and fresh pork carefully tied with leaves, walked into the forest along the path.
After more than an hour's journey, these local hunters arrived in front of the wizard's tower in the forest. They put down their backpacks, took out the things inside and placed them on the steps under the tower, took the coins under the door, and left in a hurry.
Most spellcasters have some quirks and don't like to be disturbed. Although the locals are curious about the forest wizard who came to the area more than ten years ago, they will never do anything that might anger the forest wizard out of curiosity.
Not long after the footsteps of several local hunters disappeared, the tightly closed wooden door was opened and a skeleton servant wearing servant clothes, a turban, and an apron walked out.
The skeleton servant held a bamboo dustpan in his hand. He put the things on the steps into the dustpan and closed the wooden door again.
The first floor of the Mage Tower is somewhat like the living room and kitchen of an ordinary family. When the skeleton servants put the ingredients into the clear water pool that was led into the tower through a bamboo tube to wash them, a head popped out from the spiral staircase leading to the second floor.
"Ayi, don't make stew in the morning. I can't eat it."
The skeleton servant raised his pale "face" and his jaw clicked a few times, as if in response.
"Don't put too much salt." The owner of the Mage Tower reminded again, then yawned, turned his head back, and walked up to the third floor.
The third floor of the Mage Tower is the owner's study.
The five-meter-high floor had bookshelves made of wooden boards on the walls, densely packed with books. The desk in the middle was also piled high with books. When the owner of the Mage Tower sat back in the high-back chair with a badly worn cushion, he could not see the person sitting behind the pile of books when he stood in front of the desk.
The owner is wearing a cotton shirt and linen trousers, with a cloth strip tied around his waist instead of a belt, and obvious frayed edges on his collar. It is obvious that he is a person who does not care much about the refinement of his life and is in a tight financial situation.
The owner, who had a rather old-fashioned face and a sloppy, curled beard on his chin, was currently flipping through the monthly magazine "Travels in Mainland China" which was published three and four months ago.
In these two issues of "Travels of the Continent", a lazy writer who has been slow to update for a long time has rarely provided a travel manuscript of "Elf Ranger" with a total of 60,000 words. It is divided into two issues, upper and lower. It tells the magical story of how the elf ranger Crest and the snow werewolf Hongye guided the local orcs to smelt and forge agricultural machinery, expand the scale of planting, and turn wasteland into wheat fields while traveling in the Far East Continent in an extremely detailed and interesting way.
Apparently, this was not the first time that the owner of the wizard tower was flipping through these two travel notes. As the two thick monthly magazines floating in front of him turned the pages automatically, he suddenly raised his fingers that were tapping lightly on the table and with a casual stroke, a miniature farm machinery model made of material mimicry magic appeared in front of him.
Although he could easily materialize the agricultural machinery model without any casting gestures, his brows were furrowed, as if he still had some unsolvable confusion.
After staring at the slowly rotating harvester model for a few seconds, his slender fingers moved again, and the larger components that made up the harvester, such as the base, the double wheels under the base, and the armrests behind the base all disappeared, leaving only the core components such as the straw cutting knife, the horizontal double-row sprocket, the reducer, and the conveyor belt.
The owner of the Mage Tower stared at the core components of the wheat bean harvester and fell into deep thought.
The bean harvester that Xiao Yun promoted in "Elf Ranger" is not the large harvester driven by a tractor produced in the Hilly New District. After all... with the technology tree pointed out by most locals, it is too unscientific to expect others to build pneumatic engines and tractor heads by relying on "correspondence courses"!
So, the solution Xiao Yun proposed was: a human-powered hand-cart harvester.
The power of the rolling wheels is transmitted to the double-row sprockets through the gears on the base, and then the double-row sprockets drive the straw cutting knife to move; the cut wheat straws and bean stalks are discharged to the same side through the conveyor belt. One person pushes a hand-held cart-type harvester in front, and several people follow behind to collect the cut wheat straws and bean stalks that have fallen on one side. The next step is to dry them and thresh them... It works very well!
Although the hand-held cart-type harvester made in this way inevitably has the problem of being too heavy, Xiao Yun has already let the small cats in the tribe try it out. Not to mention adult cats, even half-grown small cat kittens can be pushed smoothly by two people working together~!
The biggest advantage of this hand-held cart-type harvester is that it has a simple structure, which is the same level as a bicycle. The precision of the parts only requires millimeters, and it is easy to smelt and forge. Even a silly and cute snow wolf can learn how to disassemble and assemble it! (Uh...)
It can be said that the user experience is taken into consideration~!
However, it was obvious that Xiao Yun only considered the user experience of the Orcs, and did not consider the human race. The owner of the Mage Tower, who was a human, was very dissatisfied with this: this simple hand-held bean harvester that only required the financial resources of a viscount could be built could not be used by humans!
"All those technologies in the past were applicable to humans, why can't they be applied this time?"
The owner of the Mage Tower thought so, and naturally... began to think about how to improve this harvester device into a model suitable for the human race.
Apparently, he hasn't found a breakthrough yet...
As the size of agricultural machinery decreases, the kinetic energy provided to the straw cutting knife is not enough to cut off the straw cleanly, not to mention that bean stalks are much thicker than wheat stalks.
It is not impossible to increase the size of agricultural machinery and use oxen and horses to pull it, but ordinary farmers will definitely not be able to afford it - there are only a few wealthy free people who can afford to raise oxen and horses, and most farmers need to rent oxen and horses from local lords to plow the land.
Besides, the important core components of agricultural machinery need to be cast with steel. The increase in volume means an increase in cost. If the farmers in a village can afford to buy the original tonnage by pooling their money, they will definitely not be able to afford it after the expansion.
The owner of the Mage Tower was a little annoyed.
After eating the breakfast prepared by the skeleton servant, the forest wizard did not return to the study to continue his research. Instead, he put on a very simple gray robe that was washed to a pale color, and walked out of the wizard tower.
The forest where his wizard tower was located was the territory of a local baron. When he came here to build the wizard tower, the baron who lived in the city never came to him to collect fees - you know, in the past, if poor people went into his forest to hunt a few pheasants, the baron would act as if he was going to kill the whole family.
Of course, the baron did not completely ignore him. Ever since the forest wizard came to his territory and built the wizard tower, the baron was very sensitive and fenced off all the best land near the forest and turned it into a beet plantation... With the protection of the wizard tower's magic net barrier radiation, it was a good time to speed up the planting of this most valuable economic crop~!
When the Forest Wizard walked out of the forest, what appeared before his eyes were two extremely distinct forms of the land nearby: close to the mountains and forests, there were large tracts of relatively poor land belonging to local farmers, which were divided into various strange pieces due to the unfavorable geographical environment; not far away, there were the most fertile and flat ground belonging to the beet plantations, and even the small river flowing through here was surrounded by a simple thorn fence to prevent any thieves from approaching.
The baron who took the river water caused dissatisfaction among the locals, and some bold farmers tried to ask the forest wizard to do "justice". However, the owner of the wizard tower ignored the matter and appeared outside the forest one night, using some mysterious land corrosion magic to corrode a ditch from the bank of the enclosed river, and then corrupted a large pond among the farmers' fields.
The water in the river and pond was turbid and icy cold for nearly half a month, and it was not until a month later that it completely returned to normal.
As a result, not only did the Baron not cause trouble for the forest wizard, but the local farmers also consciously stopped bothering the wizard's tower in the forest.
When the owner of the wizard tower came out for a walk to relieve his irritability, the farmers just saluted and avoided him from a distance, and no one dared to come up and disturb him.
The owner of the Mage Tower walked all the way to the pond where he had been corrupted and stopped to look around.
Since the description of earthworm soil in the travelogue of Elf Ranger spread, farmers everywhere sooner or later set their sights on these dirty little creatures that live in the mud. Beside this pond, villagers piled up some rotten vegetable leaves, tree leaves, cow dung and other things to feed earthworms. You can clearly see the traces of the soil that the earthworms crawled on being taken away, and the extra new soil was sprinkled with water to make it soft and moist.
The owner of the Mage Tower was quite satisfied with this. It was natural that he sent his skeleton servants wearing cloaks to tell the local farmers who were illiterate and could not afford "Travels on the Continent" to know that earthworm soil could fertilize the fields.
The farming techniques taught by the black magician, which are suspected to be black magic... No one would dare to try it in other places, but he has lived in this place for more than ten years. Apart from his introverted personality, he has no other " bad deeds", so the locals still trust him quite a bit.
Last year, the baron who grew beets also hired villagers' children to collect and catch earthworms for him. A bucket of earthworms could be exchanged for three loaves of black bread.
The owner of the wizard tower left the pond and walked into the fields.
In addition to utilizing earthworm soil, local villagers also listened to the skeleton servants in other areas. Even the vegetable fields, which were easiest to grow, were sown in relatively neat ridges, and the row spacing for wheat and soybeans barely met the standards in "Elf Ranger".
This respectful attitude was the main reason why the Forest Wizard was willing to work on the harvester for these villagers, whom he was not actually interested in dealing with... He was indeed in a very awkward position among the great wizards, but he still had the financial resources of a viscount.
When the forest wizard took a half-hour walk and turned back to the forest, he found a roughly woven bamboo basket on the side of the path . The basket was filled with half a basket of raspberry berries.
The owner of the wizard tower cast his eyes towards the bushes beside the road. The children hiding inside were not paying attention to their feet, revealing two pairs of dirty and black feet wearing straw sandals.
The Forest Wizard withdrew his gaze, as if he did not notice the two pairs of dirty feet. He walked over, took away the bamboo basket, and left a few copper coins on the spot.
"Here you go."
Ayi, the skeleton servant who was stuffed with half a basket of raspberries: "???"
"No need to wash it for me. Who knows if the people who picked these berries washed the snot off their hands?" The owner of the wizard tower waved his hand and went upstairs.
Skeleton Servant: “…”
The skeleton servant also followed his master upstairs carrying a basket. When his master continued to climb to the third floor, it opened the door of the living room on the second floor and made two "click" sounds at his master.
The owner of the wizard tower looked sideways and saw a chubby owl squatting on the window of the living room.
This was obviously no ordinary owl. It wore a small black vest on its round body and carried a small package on its back. When the skeleton servant placed the bamboo basket in front of it, it lowered its head to look at it reservedly and pickily, then raised its claws and pushed the basket away with disgust.
Skeleton Servant: “…”
"A messenger from the Ivory Tower? Those guys who always dislike me won't give me work to do, will they?" The Forest Wizard walked casually into the living room, walked to the windowsill, reached out and took out a small scroll from the small bag on the owl's back.
Unfolding the scroll, he looked up and saw a line of words written in the elven flower-shaped characters:
"To the respected 'Vengeance Moon' - Sean."
"Sean?!"
If it was someone else's letter, Master Lin might not be interested in it. But Sean was the one who had invented the harvester that had given him a headache for many days and he had no idea how to improve it. Master Lin was so excited that he didn't even bother to sit down and just stood up to read it carefully.
Five minutes later, the Forest Wizard showed an extremely confused expression.
He read the letter carefully again to make sure he had not misunderstood what the other party wanted to express.
Ten minutes later.
The Forest Wizard... no, the famous fourth-tier black magician "Moon of Vengeance", a frequent guest at the Frankish feast, accused by the Holy See as "the most evil black magician after the Lich Queen", had an extremely indescribable, entangled and split strange expression.
The skeleton servant nervously brought him the most calming cup of famous black tea from the Far East called "Amethyst".
Revenge Moon slowly sat down on the sofa, slowly took the teacup, and took a sip.
The "Amethyst" produced by the Tea Bear clan has a light, subtle and lingering aroma, which does have a certain calming effect. After drinking half a cup of tea, Revenge Moon's mood calmed down.
"I'm going on a long journey, Ai, please take care of the house."
The skeleton servant tilted his head slightly, and two balls of green fire flickered faintly in his eye sockets.
"'The End of Illusion'... I have never dealt with him before." Vengeance Moon carefully wrapped up the scroll, with a look of curiosity on his face. "He actually made such a request. I can't wait to see what kind of person he is."
Signaling the skeleton servant Ai to feed the remaining fresh meat to the messenger from the Ivory Tower, Moon of Revenge returned to the bedroom and stuffed a few sets of replacement clothes (all the same grey robes), two cans of barbecue sauce bought at the market, a can of fake cold rabbit, and a can of canned forest elf fruit from the south (actually produced on the grassland) into the space ring.
Finally, he put on a wristband-type magic amplifier and a windproof cloak, then went up to the top floor and summoned a skeleton bird with four pairs of bone wings.
It is very common to control exotic beasts in this magical world. The six-legged lizards, chocobos, two-legged ground dragons and other means of transportation commonly seen in cities are all exotic beasts tamed by animal trainers. Snow elves can even tame the snow beasts in Warcraft and use them as a means of transportation.
To control summoned beasts, only spellcasters and sky knights of level four or above can do it.
Although it seems easy for a black magician to control undead creatures from the demon world, it is actually not that easy to do... The black magician must enter the demon world in person, capture the demon creature he likes and conclude a contract with it before he can temporarily summon it to the main material plane.
In other words, only black magicians above level 4 can summon skeleton armies and undead armies at will...
A black magician who is not at the fourth level and cannot tear open the space barrier to go to the demon world can only inherit from his master if he wants to control the undead creatures of the demon world.
The skeleton bird flapped its four wings and soared high into the sky carrying the Moon of Vengeance. The servant Ai had just waved twice out of the second-floor living room window when his master's figure disappeared.
More than ten hours later, in the middle of the night, Valentine was led by Knight Robbins.
Under the cover of night, the Moon of Revenge flew straight to a place near the Knights' Territory before "landing the bird", releasing the Skeleton Bird back into the Demon Realm, and walking towards the shadowy buildings.
Not all spellcasters like to wander around...er, travel. Revenge Moon doesn't like to go out very much. Although he has lived in the Federation for more than ten years after completing his revenge, he has never been to Valentine. Naturally, he would not be surprised by the huge changes that have taken place in the Robbins Knight Territory in just two years.
After walking into the streets of District 1, Vengeance Moon's thoughts were: "This town is pretty good."
The streets were empty at night, and if there was some garbage or sewage, it could not be concealed at all; but in this knight territory, there was no sewage on the streets and no garbage piled in the corners. In the eyes of the Moon of Revenge, it was comparable to the upper town areas of some big cities.
Of course, it is still not enough to compare with big cities. For example, there is no bright lights and partying all night long... In the Moon of Revenge, he couldn't even find a bar to wait for dawn.
After walking around the streets of Area 1 twice, Revenge Moon was hesitating whether to find a deserted place to rest for a while, when he suddenly heard voices.
The Moon of Revenge casually opened a subspace barrier to hide his figure, and followed the sound to see what was going on.
Then he froze.
He saw a group of people holding torches and pushing loaded carts, busying themselves quietly but quickly on the street he had passed not long ago; they were hanging bouquets of colored paper and silk on the trees, posting colorfully painted papers on the walls, and putting up a large billboard as tall as a person at the street corner.
On the signboard were written three large, festive-looking characters in elven script: "Battle Ball Day."
Vengeance Moon: “???”
He stood in the darkness and watched silently as the group of people decorated one place and moved on to the next.
There were even alien races among this group of people... several snow werewolves with white fur and animal ears on their heads, and snakes whose eyes looked more like villains in the firelight.
Curiosity led Revenge Moon to walk towards the arranged area and looked up at the rows of colorful papers that the group had been posting on both sides of the wall for half a day.
The corners of Revenge Moon's mouth twitched noticeably.
An entire wall was covered with paper with twenty-two portraits drawn on it. The portraits on the left were all of the Snow Wolf tribe. In addition to the very vivid large portraits, their names were also written in simple and powerful fonts. Most of the portraits on the right were of the Human race, whose names were longer than those of the Snow Wolf tribe, and there were also two portraits of the Tiger tribe mixed in.
Revenge Moon had a good memory. He found that among the three rows of portraits of the Snow Wolf Tribe, there were a few faces that looked very similar to the person who had been busy posting them just now...
Moon of Vengeance: "..."
As a loyal reader of "Travels on the Continent", and having once received a gift from the Prince of Saint Bridget, asking him to look after his teacher's Moon of Revenge during the Frankish Feast, he naturally knew that the Snow Wolf Tribe was different from other Orc tribes.
But you guys actually posted your avatars on the streets of human towns without any care. What on earth are the local lords and you snow werewolves up to? !
