I'm a mage, what's wrong with loving farming?

Chapter 125. Birds come, gold mines under the sea
"crow?"

"You didn't disappear along with that island?"

After seeing clearly what was in the sky, Kroa was a little surprised. He thought that as the strange cloud island disappeared, the crows also disappeared.

And now he showed up and even dared to approach his island?

Are you really not afraid of being beaten again?

In fact, to be fair, the first time they tried to eat Croa's sunflowers, they ended up being beaten up by the sunflowers.

The second time, Croa took away their simulated magic tree without mercy.

It can be said that they are really unlucky.

This is the nature of Warcraft. When it sees something that is beneficial to it, it will eat it without caring about its life.

This is the nature of nature, there is nothing much to say.

"Are you here to keep warm?"

He didn't try to stop them or anything, he even concealed his magical aura and watched the crows fly over quietly.

They seemed to have been flying in the wind and snow for too long, and their feathers were covered with ice, making them look pitiful.

After feeling the warm breath of fire here, he flew over almost impatiently.

Finally, it landed on the branch of the red flame pine and began to preen its feathers, playing and frolicking at the same time.

The "ga ga" sound is full of joy.

To be honest, even though it is a pitch-black crow, it looks pretty cute when jumping around.

Originally there were no magical beasts in this field, but now some crows suddenly appeared, and it was like the silent forest suddenly came alive.

Adds a touch of color.

They obviously came here to escape the wind and snow - more than a thousand fire magic plants were planted in one acre of land, plus the light of the night-shining grass and the power of the magic field vines.

Now this place can be said to be the holy land of all Warcraft.

Able to avoid wind, snow and cold.

"Forget it, since we are here, just stay here." Kloya did not drive them away. It was actually a good thing to attract more monsters.

This is how the ecology cycles.

It still doesn't feel very healthy to have only magic plants but no magic beasts.

"Can we have some more?"

He looked at the sky with some anticipation.

After a while, some small swallows with blue and white feathers flew over.

Chirping, it also fell into the woods.

They are more lively and cheerful than crows, and even peck at pine cones and cherries, looking like naughty children.

"Blue and white petrel?"

The arrival of the second species of bird gave him a sense of foreboding.

Maybe more than two?

Can we have a big one?
About ten minutes after these blue-and-white petrels landed, some birds with long golden-white tail feathers flew over from the horizon, looking a bit like a phoenix.

Even when flying in the wind and snow, they remain graceful and stable, and the blizzard has no effect on them at all.

The long tail feathers sparkled in the wind and snow, making it look extremely elegant and graceful.

They circled in the sky and made clear calls like those of a phoenix.

"Qiang~~~"

The sound was heard far away in the wind and snow.

The crows and blue-and-white petrels that were originally playing and fighting suddenly seemed to be under a spell and dared not move.

"Level suppression."

Through these cries and the fluctuations of their magic power, Croa judged: "It is a level three magical beast."

A third-level magic bird, this is really rare.

"But they don't seem to be doing this for warmth. What are they doing?" Kloya continued to observe.

After chirping a few times, they seemed to have discovered something and flew straight to the area where the flame stumps grew. Their slender claws landed directly into the sticky resin.

Flapping its wings as if dancing.

Then it raised its head and made an even more pleasant chirping sound.

"???"

Croa stared at the three exceptionally gorgeous looking birds in confusion, not understanding why they were so happy inside the resin.

Also, you are really not afraid of being burned to death.

It turns out that they are really not afraid of fire - when the flames burning on the resin pocket touch their feathers, an inconspicuous white magic shield will appear.

It was these shields that blocked the flames from approaching their feathers.

They rolled around in the resin pile that looked like mud, making pleasant chirping sounds as they rolled around.

It's like a kid having fun in a mud puddle.

It is really out of place with their noble and gorgeous appearance.

Cloya couldn't help but twitch his lips:

"Paradise Wind Feather Bird."

He was really curious about why these birds would do this, so he simply found a place to ask for information about this bird through the Shengquan Chamber of Commerce. The "Basic Introduction to the Heavenly Wind Feather Bird" sold by the Shengquan Chamber of Commerce introduced that this bird likes aromatic smells very much, and once it encounters the aroma it likes, it will go crazy.

At this time, even if you kill it, it will not resist.

The only problem is that each of them likes a different scent, and it is basically impossible to make a universal perfume that can attract all birds of paradise.

At the end of the book, their value is briefly introduced.

First of all, their tail feathers are as gorgeous as those of a phoenix. Each of them is the best spice. They only need to be ground and lit to produce the "fragrance of forgetting worries."

It is said that by smelling this fragrance one can forget all worries and be completely immersed in the bliss of heaven.

The second is their blood. The blood of this bird is very pure and is an excellent magic solution that can accommodate most magic.

Finally, their eggs.

This third-level bird will lay hundreds of eggs in each gestation cycle, and only one of them can hatch into a new Paradise Wind Feather Bird.

The rest of the eggs are all dead, but the egg liquid from these dead eggs is the raw material for making "Heavenly Perfume", which is said to be able to replicate one percent of the aroma of their tail feathers after grinding and burning.

At the end of this booklet, the Holy Spring Chamber of Commerce even marked the purchase price of its eggs - one first-level magic crystal per egg.

If the whole bird is sold, it will be re-identified based on its magic and age, and will definitely be given a completely appropriate price.

"Well, you never forget to advertise."

He casually put the booklet away and planned to put it on the bookshelf in his laboratory.

"Once you're here, don't leave."

Kloya was ready to go, but he didn't go up and catch them directly. Since they liked the resin scent of the flame tree stump, they would not leave easily.

It would be most reasonable to allow them to nest here voluntarily.

……

After giving some instructions to the servants, asking them not to disturb the birds, Cloya left.

He went directly to the bottom of the sea through the magic circle.

Compared to the freezing cold land, the seabed is obviously warmer and calmer.

Croa had already drawn a thermal energy formation here in advance, and the heat emitted filled the air, enough for them to take a leisurely stroll.

Seeing him coming, the fish-tailed sea ducks were the first to come up to greet him.

Some of the young ducks that hatched under his care quacked around his trouser legs and tried to touch his legs affectionately.

Obviously more lively than those big ducks.

The Fishtail Sea Duck King walked slowly. Although it was a duck, it walked with a steady and imposing manner.

When it came close to Cloya, it didn't just nuzzle him in a superficial way, but made a light "ga" sound to express its welcome.

However, no matter how Cloya looked at it, he felt that it actually didn't want to show its unstable side in front of the ducks. This guy's IQ was really getting higher and higher.

Cloya looked at it, picked it up, and then ran his fingers through its soft and comfortable feathers.

As a magical beast, the Mermaid will clean its own feathers, so it is very clean and does not even have any peculiar smell that a duck would have.

Sea Duck King: "!!!"

There was obvious shock in its eyes, and it struggled to get down, but it looked like it was just pretending and it wasn't struggling at all.

Let Cloea fiddle around in its feathers.

"It feels really good. I remember that down jackets are made of duck down. With so many ducks, can we try making one?"

After stroking the duck, Cloya put it down with satisfaction.

The sea duck king landed and quacked majestically to its fellow ducks around it. Immediately, several slender female ducks came up and used their beaks to help it tidy up its messy feathers.

It enjoyed the care of the female ducks with a clear conscience and even quacked a few times with joy.

Croa: “…”

He didn't know why, but he suddenly felt a little unhappy.

After glaring at the Duck King fiercely, he touched the mountain goats that came up. These goats had quite gentle tempers, but their fur felt a little stiff.

After touching the mountain goats, he looked at the two earth rats.

The woodchucks chirped anxiously at him several times and pulled at his trouser legs with their claws.

This seems to mean...

"What? You said you found a mineral vein underneath here?"

He blinked, a little surprised.

The mining ants have only been here for a few days and they have already found a mineral vein. This efficiency is a bit too fast.

What mineral vein could it be?
"Lead the way!" Without saying a word, he went to the place where the mining ants discovered the mineral vein.

The location where the mineral vein was found was a little unexpected.

The earth-thieving rat led him all the way south, and finally came to the flat seabed where the air coral base first took root.

They stood on a huge anthill, pointed at the anthill with their claws, and chirped a few times, as if to say, this is the place.

"What kind of mines are there here?"

Croa bent down to take a look and found that a gray demon ant had already crawled out, holding a small piece of metal in its mouth.

Those are... golden fragments.

Even in the dim light at the bottom of the sea, it reflects a heart-pounding light.

(End of this chapter)