novelraw Chapter 1521 436: Isn't It Common Sense That You Can't Move During Cutscenes? (3)
Chapter 1521 436: Isn't It Common Sense That You Can't Move During Cutscenes? (3)
However, even though her heart was filled with many questions, Helen Moonblade did not shirk the mission handed to her by Your Majesty.
Thanks to Your Majesty, she was able to break through her inherent bottleneck and become a Gold Level Dark Night Elf no less than her father Terrell!
The dancing fire rain was still raging across the vast land, turbulent heat waves rising layer upon layer!
Under the joint chanting of one hundred and twenty Fine Steel Level Dark Night Elf Mages, the vast yellow expanse surrounding Wheat Field Village rapidly faded at a speed visible to the naked eye, and was re-stained with black trails!
After the flames swept by, the land was blackened, and the air was filled with a pungent smoky smell mixed with the scent of grass.
Before everyone could recover from this incredible spectacle, the Dark Night Elves who had all twisted open medicine bottles and gulped them down took a breath, raised their magic wands again, and began the second round of casting.
This time—
They brought down a torrential rain!
"...Water spirits floating above the atmosphere, I pray you transform into continuous rain, and bestow your gift upon the land!"
Purple lightning shot towards the sky from the magic wand Helen raised high, as if a flashing silver dragon passed through the clouds.
Everyone seemed to hear the sound of thunder.
Soon, a torrential rain fell from the sky, catching everyone off guard.
The Dark Night Elves were fine.
They were prepared, having all come wearing "raincoats."
In fact, the Salvation Army and refugees were also fine. What they most hoped for at this moment was undoubtedly the gift from the heavens.
The torrential rain extinguished the last remnants of embers on the ground, turning the ashes into mud that seeped into the charred earth.
This was not ordinary rain but a "carbon dioxide-rich rain" infused with Qi Magic.
This was one of the masterpieces of the Great Graveyard's magic researchers. Through an in-depth study of the so-called periodic table, they imbued ordinary spells with incredible effects.
Once these rains merge into the soil, they release the gases contained within the rainwater, thereby loosening the hard land to a certain extent.
Although this could not completely replace hoes and plows, at least it made the reclamation work easier.
The casting ended.
The land outside Wheat Field Village was completely transformed.
Helen retracted the magic wand in her hand, nodded towards her sister Sherry standing beside her, and retreated back into the shadows of the forest with the Dark Night Elves behind her.
This casting process had been practiced countless times on the Gana Continent. Using it was like breathing.
Soon, they would ride the elk to the next village and repeat the same thing.
This was the task given to them by Lord Demon King; they needed to represent the Great Graveyard and ensure the Salvation Army's spring plowing plan could proceed smoothly...
"They've gone..." Looking towards the direction where the River Elves left, Old Hank couldn't help but mutter to himself.
The elves of the Rushing River... he always thought they were just legends, never expecting them to truly exist!
Just as he was moved to tears, another sound came from the forest, like bones colliding.
Seeing the situation in the forest, the crowd that had been immersed in joy a moment ago instantly changed their expressions.
Especially the Chiliarch leading the soldiers, whose eyes widened in shock as he exclaimed.
"U-undead?!"
Generally speaking, only when there's an Undead Mage nearby do the undead congregate for marching.
Normally, they wandered aimlessly in the wilderness, often less dangerous than wolves.
The Chiliarch involuntarily swallowed, the undead emerging from the forest numbering no less than two thousand, many emitting extremely terrifying presences!
Even without considering any Undead Mage lurking in the shadows, he had little chance of leading his troops to victory...
While everyone was panicking, a short, green-skinned creature suddenly jumped out.
He looked very much like a goblin, sitting on a metal machine that was billowing black smoke.
When the crowd saw him, he was waving his arms, shouting and yelling at them.
"Put down your weapons, don't aim at your allies! They're not undead! They're... summoned Holy Spirits by Holy Light! If you don't believe me, shine the Holy Light on them and you'll see!"
The newcomer was none other than Oke from Oke's Magic Workshop, the goblin Miss Mia had bought from the Slave Market in Demon City and given to Lord Demon King a long, long time ago.
However, as goblins with greener skin are considered more noble, and the purer the bloodline, the gray-skinned one like him appeared more like an outlier. It was just that his knowledge of Rune Technology made him relatively expensive.
Everyone was slightly stunned, lowering their weapons, exchanging puzzled glances, and looking at each other.
"H-Holy Spirit?"
"What's that?"
They had never heard of such a strange concept!
Of course, it was also their first time seeing a goblin on the land of Twilight Province, so much so that they couldn't even be sure whether it was a goblin.
In the Ten Thousand Ridges Mountain Range, Ratmen and Dwarves are the most common alien races, with Lizardmen appearing if you continue towards the Campbell Duchy.
As for goblins, they are commonly found in the Rhode Kingdom, Northern Wilderness where the Academic State is located, as well as the New Continent and other areas.
"...Should we try using the Holy Light?"
"Good idea, do you know how?"
"Are you kidding... If I knew that skill, would I be here swinging a hoe with you?"
A few soldiers of the Salvation Army exchanged glances, whispering privately.
Their Chiliarch did not speak, but stood in place with a peculiar expression on his face.