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

Chapter 279 279. Locust Plague and People
Mifflin left the North to practice his faith.

But before he left, he restored almost all the withered edible crops and fruit trees to life.

That is a large-scale miracle spell - this kind of "divine spell" actually exists in the sequence of magic, and it is a "prayer spell" that is almost legendary.

It is said that casting this magic will grant you whatever you wish for, but the amount of magic power consumed will increase dramatically depending on your wish.

It is hard to imagine how much magical power is needed for Miffin to spread miracles so wantonly.

The only thing that could be seen directly was that through the monitoring of the Mage Tower, Cloya clearly observed that the magic of death flickering on Miffin's body was becoming stronger and stronger.

He was almost like a walking grave.

"Ugh."

"Hopefully he can use that ticket before he loses all consciousness."

That was condensed by him using the magic power of Eden, and it also contained a rock note that he had worked so hard to obtain. Its value was simply inestimable.

Even death cannot stop the ticket from forcibly recalling Miffin's soul, unless something can overwhelm the eternal magic in an instant.

But how is that possible?

Kloya shook his head and looked at Talling in confusion, wondering, "You have been a little dazed since the disaster began. Are you afraid that this disaster will affect you?"

"Ah?" Ta Ling was in a daze for a second before coming back to his senses.

"I am analyzing what the Mage Ilister's Mage Tower gave me. It told me that only prophecy can interpret this knowledge."

Talling transmitted some very strange magic patterns and spell models to Cloya, who looked at them for a while and suddenly felt his head a little swollen.

That is obviously a power of prophecy.

Moreover, it seemed that it was not an ordinary level of prophecy. The complicated magic patterns were like a tangled ball of thread, and there was no place to start solving it.

"Such a complicated prophecy must have some big secrets." Although Cloya couldn't solve it himself, he was not without a solution.

He quickly walked to the top floor of his mage tower.

In addition to the Sky Tulips that are being cultivated here, there is another kind of magical plant.

It grows in a culture medium made of starlight solution. Its appearance looks like a nebula-like light mist. The flashing light is very rhythmic, as if it is calling for something.

The starlight of the Star of Astraeus, which was fixed on the highest floor of the Mage Tower, was indeed being attracted by it, and the small light spots looked like falling comets and colliding with the nebula.

Bursting out brighter starlight.

"The flower of prophecy, the Eye of Breshina."

"I've always been curious about why this thing has anything to do with eyes."

He complained to Ta Ling: "These great wizards always like to name magic plants after themselves, and the result is eyes, hands, skulls, etc...."

“It feels like being dismembered.”

"If I come up with this, I will never allow anyone to use my name like this."

The tower spirit was silent for a short while, and then he remembered the Croa Plain, which was named by the apprentices and knights and was the burial place of countless people.

It wisely did not mention this, but asked:
"So you plan to use this magical plant to help solve the prophecy spell?"

"Yes." Croa stared at the flowers, seemingly concentrating, but actually he was engraving them.

These flowers were planted by him personally. They were originally flowers of prophecy, and they had a natural yearning for all kinds of mysterious prophecies.

After he showed the complicated magic pattern, the flowers became excited.

"Wow! That's a complicated prophecy!"

“We want to learn!”

"Master, Master! Teach us!"

The flowers' mental fluctuations were transmitted into Cloya's ears. They were really impatient.

So Cloya did not delay any further and immediately handed the prophecy to these flowers.

After obtaining these complex magic patterns and magic spells, the flowers all flashed clear starlight in unison, the light connected with each other, and finally completely gathered together.

The magic patterns of prophecy flickered in these nebulae, and seemed to echo with the stars in the sky, and even made a strange "drip drip" sound.

These Eyes of Breshina contain magic that he has engraved that can link and aggregate with each other, gathering all the power of the flowers, making it equivalent to an automatic calculating machine.

As long as you have enough time, you can do it.

Croix looked at this scene and nodded:

"Sure enough, prophecy and astrology are inseparable."

This may be the reason why he could never learn the art of prophecy. The changes in the stars had nothing to do with him. He couldn't even remember them, so how could he learn it?

"The next step is to wait, and hopefully get some useful information."

He looked away.

"Master." Ta Ling suddenly came closer and showed the picture to Kloya: "This is the picture that Ryan and Selyu just sent back outside."

"Hmm?" Kroya heard the solemnity in Talling's voice and immediately looked over.

All I saw in the picture was black shadows covering the sky and the earth - they were locusts. There were so many of them that they even covered the sky and the earth when they flew.

Even the hands of the recorder hiding under the protection of the light shield were shaking.

"Lord Croa."

"I am now entering the territory of Norant. This is what is happening in the southern border area of ​​Norant."

Ryan's voice forced calmness to show more of the picture.

It can be seen that as long as these locusts see any living thing, whether it is a plant or an animal, they will swarm over it and eat it up without even giving the other party a chance to resist.

It was like a black storm that could wipe out everything.

In just a few minutes, the land that was once lush and green turned into a desolate dead place, with bare soil and rocks, and no trace of other colors could be seen.

After the locusts left, Ryan, holding the magic video recorder, left the protection of the light shield.

He walked on the earth, turning over the ground, and found that not only had all the exposed plants on the ground disappeared, but even their roots had been eaten away.

Croa frowned slightly.

You have to know that an ordinary locust plague will at most eat up everything edible on the ground, but the roots underground will not be damaged, so there is still a chance for recovery.

But in this situation, it is hard to say whether it can be recovered.

Moreover, he always felt that this scene gave him an inexplicable sense of déjà vu. The mother nest he had taken in and the worker bees it released to collect resources seemed to be in the same situation.

"It seems we need to catch some locusts for research."

After making this decision, his expression suddenly calmed down: "It has come as expected, a locust plague."

Although the scene was indeed shocking, he was now in his loyal northern territory, which had been built like an iron barrel.

Moreover, as a time traveler, he had read a lot of novels and had already carried out an operation to exterminate locusts throughout the northern territory.

Now, tens of thousands of magic-feathered chickens are running around in the northern land, searching for locust eggs that may be hidden in the soil.

They will turn over the entire northern land over and over again to ensure that no locusts escape.

As for the natural disaster outside...

That's not something he can interfere with.

No matter how capable he is, he can only ensure that there will be no problems in his own territory. Outside, he can only rely on the responses of other countries to the disaster.

Although he really didn't have any hope for a world where nobles and extraordinary people firmly held power, he still had a little fantasy that maybe they could have some brains this time?

This is not a simple disaster. If all the people really die, the upper layer will definitely be unstable after the lower structure collapses.

Thinking of this, he suddenly remembered something.

As a duke appointed by the royal family and the Mage Association, he actually has the power to migrate population, even from various regions of the kingdom.

Unless there is a duke or royal family opposing him, he can force those nobles such as barons, viscounts and earls to surrender their population obediently.

And now he really didn't think that anyone would dare to confront him head-on. So...

He looked at the tower spirit and said, "Take my scepter to the southern border and order the local nobles to hand over at least half of the serfs and free people.

As compensation, I will give them some food and special means to fight the locusts."

After a pause, he added, "Bring back any magical beasts and plants you can catch. I will create an ecological park suitable for them to live in."

Ta Ling nodded: "Then I will do it now."

"Ah."

After watching the tower spirit leave, Kloya found a place to sit down - almost every space in the magic tower had sofas for rest and rest corners with various snacks and drinks.

He sat on the comfortable sofa, his eyes penetrated the partition of the wizard tower, and saw the god Moss who was being eroded by the light of Eden.

His eyes became deep.

It seemed that at some point, some strange shadows of various weapons such as swords, spears, and halberds appeared in this guy's dreams, as if they were clamoring and longing for war.

If it weren't for the light of Eden and the Void Moon Divine Tree suppressing him, this guy would have almost woken up from his dream.

It's really strange.

……

Croa's order reached the southern border.

Along with the order came a complete regiment of knights, a regiment of battle mages, and a regiment of supporting and reserve magic plants and monsters.

The nobles of the southern border immediately realized the determination of Kroya, the Duke of Hanjiao. The only duke in the southern border stayed indoors after entertaining Semir, who led the team.

Obviously, the Duke did not want to come into conflict with Cloya, and others certainly did not dare to have any ideas.

So, it can be said to be quite easy.

After visiting the Lord of Flame Mountain, Semir began to carry out his plan.

It took about a month to obtain half of the population of the nobles in the southern territory, as well as various magical beasts and magical plants collected along the way, and brought them all back to the northern territory.

Of course, half of the population here refers to those who were abandoned by the small nobles. Their retainers and slaves as well as some free people scattered in the southern border were not taken away.

The South Territory is so large, and there is no census like the North Territory. There may be secluded villages somewhere, and half of the population of 200,000 people refers only to the nobles.

The actual population must be much higher than this, but Semiel simply does not have the energy to search everywhere for it.

Fortunately, not a single battle took place during the implementation of the plan. The only unlucky few who were injured were those whose mental strength was affected by the shrill cries when they were picking mandrakes.

Apart from that, the team only reduced the amount of food they brought, but brought back a total of 200,000 people.

That’s a full 200,000 people!
The current population of the North is only 600,000, which is equivalent to an increase of one third in one go.

The governors of the North were dazzled by the sudden arrival of so many people, and then they were ecstatic.

Population! It’s the population!
What the North lacks most now is population. After all, the production capacity of golems is limited, and not all tasks can be left to golems. There is still some gap between the intelligence of golems and humans.

So when the serfs who were brought here and the free people who were abandoned by the lords and nobles were still feeling uneasy, what greeted them was the baptism of the North.

Two hundred thousand people were brought in batches to a large lake in the central part of the North. The lake was now rising with hot steam, and there were fish swimming in it waiting.

The serfs and freemen almost cried.

"We are about to be sacrificed!"

"Are you going to cook us all?"

They thought that the vast lake in front of them was a site for some sacrificial ceremony. After all, there was steam coming out of it!
The expressions on the faces of the guards who were maintaining order were as twitchy as possible.

Sacrifice ceremony?

In order to disinfect and exorcise these 200,000 people from head to toe, the wizard apprentices prepared potions day and night and also invited the Salt Mountain Knights to help.

So they thought they were going to cook them?
Semir, who was in charge of this work, had a helpless look on his face. He recalled the situation when the first residents arrived on Hanjiao Island. It seemed to be like this at that time.

He shook his head, and with the help of the amplification magic set up by the mages, the voice was transmitted into everyone's ears:

"You have just arrived in the North and need to be disinfected."

"The lake in front of you now was prepared for you by the great Duke of Hanshoal, the mentor of all of us, the supreme Lord of the North."

"Bathing in it will cleanse you of all filth, disease, and any curse you may have."

"Now, all of you must go inside, this is an order!"

After all, Semir had been a consul for some time, and he knew very well that sometimes orders prevailed over good intentions. These ordinary people who had lived in the southern border for so long could not understand the sudden kindness of the nobles.

They may even wonder if it is a trap.

But now, with an order given, they, who had been dominated for a long time, immediately had a goal and went directly into the misty lake one after another.

The warm lake water is sprinkled with fragrant essential oils and magic salts, and there are small fish living and swimming in it that help the anxious people clean the dirt off their bodies.

The people who were originally worried about whether they were going to die smelled the aroma, felt the gentle pecking of the fish, and felt the soft sand under their feet.

That feeling made them forget everything in an instant - even if they were going to die, at least they enjoyed it!

With such a self-destructive mentality, they began to scrub each other in the lake. The men and women were on both sides of the lake, separated by a water wall so as not to disturb each other.

Although this is an extra-large open-air bath that Croa temporarily built, Croa does not intend to use it just once. The essential oils and magic power in it have been carefully blended.

It is a special bathing pool that can ensure the water is clear and the aquatic life inside can survive and remain in a nearly natural state.

Perhaps more people will come in the future, and they will all undergo a series of treatments here to ensure that they do not carry any plague, disease or even curse.

The world is in such a mess now. If some bad guys or those with bad intentions really sneak in, it will have some impact on the North.

Samir stared at the lake.

After this group of people have finished washing, the magic purification device under the lake will automatically start, and the coral purification network will transport all the dirt and mud to the underground for harmless treatment.

Then the second batch, the third batch...

The bathing time lasted for three full days before it finally ended. After taking a bath, the people were given new clothes and then arranged to go to the second gate in the north for the second step.

After they walk into this square, tower-like building, they will be asked to register their basic identity information by some earth-thieves who look like human beings.

Here they have no room for lying, and the sunflowers next to them that continuously emit warm light are the best lie detectors.

If someone lies, they will be immediately arrested by the patrolling guards, detained and interrogated - after all, with such a large population suddenly pouring into the North, safety is the top priority.

Even if it may be a little too cruel and harsh, it is necessary.

And when they finally passed the strict information registration at the Earth-stealing Rat's side, everyone received his own identity plate, which was then divided up and taken away by the long-awaited lords from all over the country.

If there are any blacksmiths, craftsmen, gardeners, or even people who have some talent in farming and herding, they will be given special treatment.

There is no way. The North is not short of talent, but in a sense it is also very short of talent, especially talent in infrastructure.

More importantly, the huge special ecological park that Croa is building, which can accommodate the magical plants and magical beasts brought from the southern border, really needs these "locals" to work.

The environment in the southern territory is hot and humid, all kinds of animals grow to huge sizes, and there are also some unique insect-like monsters.

If I have to say something, it is that the oxygen content is much more exaggerated than that in the North. If these plants are planted in the North at will, it will definitely affect the environment of the North.

Therefore, the construction of a special ecological park is imminent. In this ecological park, there will not only be magical plants and magical beasts from the South, but also the special customs and living habits of the South.

The reason for doing this is partly to preserve the ecological integrity of the South, and partly because of Cloya's hobby.

Croa really likes to completely replicate the scenery of various places in front of him, which makes him feel very accomplished.

Besides, he was really tired of the monotonous North. Even if it was just for the sake of pleasing the eyes, he wanted to show all kinds of strange scenery before his eyes.

Before Semir set off, Croa had already issued an order to build a basic geometric ecological array on a huge island of thirty hectares in the ocean.

He had no doubt about whether Semil could succeed, and made preparations early on.

After the people from the Southern Territory had gone through various examinations and were finally able to enter the Northern Territory, some of them were sent to the "Southern Territory Garden" under construction for guidance.

One of the lucky boys, named Jacob, was anxiously heading to the island on a magic ship.

He didn't know yet what a great creation he was about to see.

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