The Amber Sword

“Fortunately, the snake lizards were just shocked, and I soothed them and they were fine.” Fania replied. Nowadays, she has emerged from the blue and is better than the blue and stands out from the average Druid, as if in response to the prophecy about the Forest Daughter, Fania has a special gift for communicating with animals and listening to the voices of the forest - Druids often communicate with animals at best, but she understands the language of warcraft and plants. She is now the premier Druid of the Deadwood Parliament, only under a few Grand Druids, and the elders are intent on locating her, but after hearing of the troubles in Valhalla's Warcraft Nest, she came here on her own.

Now Fania is not only the mentor of all the warcraft breeders in the Snake Lizard Breeding District, but is also responsible for directing Valhalla's agricultural production. Almost all Druids in the Cold Cedar Collar are under her command, and her position is arguably second only to that of Antitina and a few others in Count Tonigal's system.

“Thank you, Fania.” Antitina replied wholeheartedly.

“That's what I'm supposed to do, Sister Antina.” Young girls seem very modest.

Speaking of which, Fania stopped and glanced in the direction of Levin Orneson. Antitina noticed her divine color and realized what, lowering her voice: “What's up, Fania? ”

“Sister Antina, the workers went into the incubation room just to make the snake lizard crazy. ”

“Is that still the thing? ”

Fania nodded.

Antitina frowned, and that secret plan, one of Valhalla's top secrets, originated from Valhalla's Evolving and Light Monica paper report. The report mentions the gradual recovery of Valhalla, a fortress that was part of the world tree in the Tai Ancient Era and which was not a dead thing, but rather an orderly process of growth today.

She thought of the possibility mentioned by the Spirit, although she was not sure whether the other party was exaggerating, but if successful, it would indeed be a radical change for Valhalla.

However, that was the aftermath, and now the generalized energy on the ground in the central region is causing the snake lizards to become agitated, so I'm afraid sooner or later the outsiders will be able to detect it.

Naturally, the plan could not be made known to the outside world. Antitina looked at Levine and others not far away and thought that what the eldest prince ‘saw’ should be all the ‘public secrets’ of Valhalla at the moment.

She patted Fania on the shoulder, showing the latter to come with herself.

“So Valhalla can fly? ”

In the central magic pool of Valhalla, Antina and Fania met Monica here, a woman of light who had not left the place for a month in a row.

The nest of the spirits - the swirl of light - is also housed here, at a time when Valhalla already possesses three complete magic pools from which constant magic is channelled into the swirl of light, from which every few minutes a spirits are born.

Monica watched the operation of the Vortex of Light while answering the question of the Lady of Staff: “Flying is temporarily impossible. Don't even think about it until you have one, two, three… twelve magic pools to deliver magic. Although none of the fortresses of the gods were not floating in the past, it would be nice for us to be able to walk at the moment. ”

“How long will that take," Antitina frowned, "the root system of Lower Town, right next to Valhalla, will sooner or later be perceived by others from the vast energy of the root system, and the warcraft in several nests are beginning to feel uneasy. ”

“I can get Valhalla to set up an isolation layer.” Monica thought about it and replied.

“Forget it, we don't have that much magic to waste. Is there any other way? ”

Antitina knew that Valhalla needed a lot of magic every time it evolved, which could have been supported by the exhumation of the original mine from the black forest, but as Valhalla grew, the original mine, which had been exported from the balance, was now being imported into the outside world.

Fortunately, there is an alliance of Cold Queens on the sea of sparkle, and her Scannaga guards this route all year round so that Tonigal's ocean trade will not be interrupted by the turmoil in the north.

“To accelerate the evolution of Valhalla, in addition to increasing the source of magic, it also improves the transmission efficiency of magic, which is the input of magic in disguised phases," Monica thought, "Aren't you studying that magic transmission device, so I let Valhalla open a new lobby, just below the Moon Pool. We built a Magic Transfer Hall there, where the magic of the Moon Pool enters the veins of the World Tree, first through your devices. ”

It is true that the conversion of magic improves the efficiency of the use of magic, which is also the principle of the Hazel magic device, which purifies the magic purified by witches by means of assembly, so that mortals can use magic as well.

In fact, the more powerful the wizard is, the more efficient it is to purify magic, and the more powerful the magic, and the more advanced the magic, the more advanced the new generation of magic, developed by Antitina, although not as advanced as the most sophisticated craftsmanship the Hazers represented in this era, has, under Brando's advice (plug-in), gone far beyond the first generation of magic transmission devices that she created in history.

But there is some uncertainty about this, although her genius in the design of the Magic Monitor may far exceed her internal ability, the higher the expectations, the more often she suffers: “The thing I designed has not been actually experimented with...”

“It doesn't matter,” replied Monica, grinning. "Actually, it's the best experiment we've ever done. ”

“Let me ask you, do you light spirits often have accidents? ”

“Well,” Monica thought, "occasionally a few people die. ”

The lady bureaucrat's face showed deep scepticism. She doubted the numerical abilities of these light spirits. How many times did they say they died occasionally?

……

Nimaisi carefully turned a fourteen-leaf jingsuke along with the pottery pot where it was planted, wrapped her hands around her, and squinted her eyes to see the sun shining through the glass window in its ear-shaped flower sequence.

The bright sun sparkles the ink bottle on the desk and casts a shadow under the feathers of the goose pen, while the hand on the brass plated white dial passes just past the 3 o'clock scale on a map bound with wires.

Every piece on the desk is untidy - the exact opposite of a meticulous lady of staff - as if it were a deliberately designed misplaced sequence, reflecting the unusual interest of the hostess.

One claw carefully pushed the door open, first reaching outside the door a fat head, the two eyes on the head blinking, some staring at the hostess in the room with fear.

“Come in," the knight said as if she sensed someone pushing the door open, turning around and smiling. "Don't worry, I'm not here to talk to you about the theft of the magic crystal a few days ago. ”

“I didn't do it!” Starr shook his paws in a panic, screaming, “I've never been to a star warehouse! ”

“Oh, so there's a star warehouse, so I guess I'll have to ask someone to do an inventory. ”

Little Fat Dragon's eyes revealed a panic and almost ran away: “Impossible, I didn't do it anywhere else! I swear, I've only been to the star warehouse, and the evil thief is planting me! ”

“You just denied that. ”

“Miss Nimmasis, that's...”

Then it sees the dangerous smile on the female knight's face.

“Call me my lord.” Nimaisie snorted in disgust.

“The knight grew up. ”

Starr revealed his frustrating look, but he dared not go against the horrible demon's head, only to squeeze his round, rolling body into the house - Nimaisie frowned and looked at the door frame she was making a squeaky noise, once she suspected it would retire.

“Why don't you become a human, Starr? ”

“This has been the case since Lord Dragon God betrayed him," Stars replied with dismay. "The power of the Dragon Nation is receding every day. God, this is a bad time. ”

“But why isn't Ms. Misserille like this?” Nimmasis remembers the Misserille who sent it back from Long Island, and it was Ms. Silver Dragon who sent a message to Valhalla about the disaster in the north.

“She's an adult dragon, Lord Nimaisi, and I'm just a poor little guy. ”

“In terms of monolithic horizontal area, you're a little bit of a dick.” Nimaisie didn't have the guts to whisper.

Starr's face revealed a shame, but he deliberately wanted to claw his teeth, but he didn't have the guts. For a month now, ever since the Lady of Staff handed it over to this terrible knight, it has discovered that its good days are over.

The latter means almost didn't let it lose half its life. How did it know that there was a level gap between its insights and that of the ‘mortal' lady, who had managed a huge guild, and it was just a young dragon who had been hiding in the glacier for centuries.

“Starr,” Nimatis knocked on the desk, "have you considered Prince Haruze's escort to Lantoniland? ”

“Oh, well... I'll think about it...”

The female knight looked at the lazy, reluctant guy and said, “Then we'll have to talk about the theft of the star warehouse. ”

“No...” Little Fat Dragon exclaimed: “You promised not to say this, Lord Nimmasis. ”

“Yes, I was going to talk about Prince Haruze, but you chose to reject the subject, didn't you? ”

“This is despicable coercion," Starr moaned painfully, almost with his head. ”

“Pretty much so. ”

“I...” Little Fat Dragon stood up, almost resisting tyranny, but the moment he touched the look of Nimaisi's smiling and barking, the young dragon turned back into a little sheep: “Okay, I agree. ”

“That's good,” Nimaisie replied with a smile. "So, by the time Miss Chipamila gets back, I may have forgotten a lot. ”

Starr couldn't help but cry again.

……