These clay golems dropped clay that was exceptionally "fertile," it could be said to be the top-quality fertilizer!
It was filled with various minerals and organic matter; mole crickets could even eat it directly. If not eaten, it could be used to grow so tuber plants very effectively.
The golems' attack had been repelled just like that, and a group of lifestyle gars all breathed a sigh of relief and walked toward a shut-off chemical pool.
"What just happened?!"
"Was that thing gunpowder? Or a dust explosion?"
"You all will never guess," said one who had shut off the chemical pool excitedly, "I filled the Wind Blade with carbon monoxide!"
Everyone was shocked upon hearing this.
Especially Zheng Fangxing, the number one competitor of our Thinking Group, who exclaid out loud.
"Damn! How is that possible?!"
Listening to that enthusiastic exclamation, the one who had shut off the chemical pool smiled mysteriously, but gave no answer.
"Beg and I'll tell you."
Zheng Fangxing: "@#%!"
Actually, this thing wasn't really a secret.
Since the developnt team had already tested this system, one who had shut off the chemical pool bet that it wouldn't be long before soone discovered just how aweso the ga's freedom was!
But before that, he had to enjoy this "exclusive technique" for a while!
Seeing that the one who had shut off the chemical pool was unwilling to speak, everyone turned their attention to the ghost beside him.
Speaking of which, this was their first ti encountering a ghost in the ga!
"Well, gee, it's transparent!"
One player reached out to touch it and joyously discovered his hand passed right through it, while another player displayed a subtle expression.
"Then couldn't that an—cough, cough... I didn't say anything."
"Gross!!"
"Uh, it feels really weird when you guys touch like that," said Miranda with an obviously embarrassed look, watching this group of skeleton soldiers groping her nonstop.
Realizing their behavior was sowhat presumptuous, the group of young players embarrassedly withdrew their hands.
Those without a sense of boundaries were ultimately a minority; most people were fairly normal.
The group then started asking other questions.
"Are you a new NPC?"
"What's your na?"
In the current context, the word "NPC" was directly translated by the Translation Crystal as "Minion of the Demon King."
Not expecting the Minions of the Demon King to see her in that light, Miranda blushed upon hearing this.
"I... indeed, I was saved by that person, but he doesn't seem to like very much."
About this matter, he wasn't sure himself, as he had not seen the Demon King since that ti.
Although there were a few tis he thought about drifting over to express his thanks, he'd been delayed by various things, and by the ti he thought to do it, that person had already disappeared.
After all, being a Demon King, it wasn't likely to always stay on the fourth layer of the labyrinth.
Plus, he was a shy person himself, so he kept putting it off, and the matter was shelved.
"Indeed," Zheng Fangxing stroked his chin and speculated, "you don't have cat ears, it might be difficult to please the Demon King."
Miranda: "...?"
"Don't listen to his nonsense, co with !"
Seeing his opponent about to lead away the npc he had picked up, One Who Shut Off the Chemical Pool quickly led her apart, and only when they'd shaken off his peers did he say.
"For now, just stick with , and when I get aweso, I'll introduce you to Lord Demon King."
Milan was startled by this, her eyes lighting up excitedly.
"Really?! You can introduce to Lord Demon King?!"
One Who Shut Off the Chemical Pool puffed out his chest confidently and assured.
"Of course! Lord Demon King is very familiar with ! He even gave my na! About that thod of injecting carbon monoxide into magic..."
Miranda said excitedly.
"I'll teach you right now!"
The principle of injecting carbon monoxide into Wind Blade wasn't too complicated, at least for Miranda.
In terms of the principles of spellcasting, magic is about using one's spiritual power to materialize the "magic power" that exists freely in nature into a specific "elent," then filling it into a specific "frawork."
What Miranda had done was simply envision an elent called "carbon monoxide."
This elent, consisting of one part oxygen and one part carbon, had basic properties in his mind, including being poisonous and being combustible, among others... Its principle was sowhat similar to lesser-known tal magic.
Incidentally, after understanding the concept of the "iron" elent, he found that iron blocks could be ford without the combination of earth and fire elents. Not only did it use less magic power, the iron blocks lasted longer than before.
In any case, the whole process seed to be a rather simple matter to Miranda, and he had no doubt that the people of the Great Graveyard could do it even more effortlessly since the 118 elents were common knowledge to them.
However, what Miranda hadn't expected was that although the skeleton soldier in front of him talked a good ga, after raising his hand and straining for a long ti, he couldn't even muster a small breeze.
If he hadn't seen what a Black Iron skeleton soldier looked like, he would have doubted whether this guy had lost his Extraordinary Power.
"Maybe... let's start with ditation?" Miranda suggested tentatively, "Perhaps your spiritual power is too low."
"No... let's just level up," the brother retorted irritably, retracting his tired hand, "Damn, we can't think about leapfrogging all the ti, gotta actually do so work."
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