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

Chapter 55: Crow's Skin
"Quack quack—"

The pitch-black crow made a harsh and unpleasant cry.

They flapped their wings and gradually approached the sunflowers that were growing towards the sun, their red eyes filled with greed and desire.

For Warcraft, such pure solar magic and food full of vitality are simply too tempting to be true.

Led by their leader, the crows observed for a long time before finally waiting for the castle owner to leave, and then they flew over impatiently.

There was no obstruction from the wizard.

At this moment, the only thing they have in their eyes is the delicious sunflower seeds!

The crow leader cawed with joy and swooped down first. Although he was a crow, he acted like an eagle.

It stared at the largest crimson sunflower seed, as if imagining how delicious it would taste.

However, excessive joy always leads to sorrow. The sunflowers seemed to have sensed the invasion of foreign enemies, and they all turned their petals around and aimed at the crows.

It's like a magical creation like a magic anti-aircraft gun that detects foreign invasion.

The golden light flows from the sunflower seeds toward the petals, taking shape at the petals, then lights up one by one, and finally converges into a circular magic pattern.

"Huh?" The crow leader immediately felt something was wrong. Its rich experience told it that there might be danger here, so it immediately wanted to turn around and run away.

But before the crow leader could escape.

Accompanied by a "swish" sound.

Eleven long-accumulated sun rays spurted out, converging to form an even more dazzling golden beam of light, which instantly hit the crow leader.

The latter didn't even have time to scream before his shiny black feathers were completely burned by the flames, and then he fell down, truly turning into charcoal.

The scarlet red sunflowers influenced the other sunflowers to continue emitting sun rays. The golden beam of light was like a sword that cut through the darkness, and it scattered the flock of crows into pieces.

In the blink of an eye, the crows were killed or injured.

The bodies were scattered all over the ground.

The remaining crows that were still able to move flapped their wings in panic and fled. They were not as aggressive as when they came, and they didn't even dare to make a sound.

This scene was seen by Robert, some servants and apprentices who happened to be outside. They stared at the sunflower in shock, not knowing what to say.

Is this the power of a mage?
Even an ordinary sunflower can have such terrifying destructive power.

After being surprised, Rob immediately ordered people to collect the dead and seriously injured crows that could not fly.

And Cloya watched the whole drama of Sunflower killing Crow before he continued walking slowly - he was not worried at all.

Since the scarlet sunflower showed signs of forming a soul, it can now counterattack or attack on its own.

Just a group of crows...it's absolutely impossible to eat them.

He quickly came to the castle, looked at the corpses of the magic birds piled there, his eyes moved slightly, and he slowly squatted down.

He held a completely dead crow in his hand, and his fingers paused on its chest for a moment - it felt like a strange iron texture.

How come there is iron on the crow?

The rest of the crow was burned beyond recognition by the sun rays, but this part was intact and a little smooth.

If the situation around him wasn't so different from here, he wouldn't even be able to tell that there was anything unusual here.

It's like...

"Wearing a breastplate?"

Croa immediately became curious, and he first carefully checked and found that there were eight crows with this condition. He immediately took the eight crows into his laboratory, and then took out a knife and cut open the flesh of one of them.

After careful separation, he took out a piece.

This is a piece of strange iron sheet about two centimeters thick, about the same thickness as parchment, and it feels slightly cool in the hand.

After leaving the crow's body, its color quickly changed from black, which was basically the same as the crow's, to a strange light gray.

But it feels even weirder to the touch.

It does not have the coolness and hardness of iron, but feels warm to the touch, as if you are touching your skin, full of vibrant rhythm.

"..."

He suddenly felt a chill and got goose bumps all over his body. He threw the strange light gray iron piece on the laboratory table.

Honestly speaking, this touch that was almost identical to human skin made him feel physically uncomfortable holding it in his hand.

"What on earth is this? I've never seen anything like this before, um..."

Kroya thought about it seriously and suddenly thought of a shortcut - he immediately took out the Holy Spring Crystal Card, summoned the Holy Spring, and threw the piece of iron into it.

If what he thought was correct, when selling something, the other party would first say what the thing is. Isn't this equivalent to a free identification?

Before he truly learned the art of identification, he could only use this opportunistic method to get other people's identification results for free.

A few seconds later, an intellectual female voice sounded:
"Dear first-level member Star Spirit, you submitted a three-gram piece of bark from a young simulated magic tree. The estimated age of the tree is two years and six months in standard time, and the number of magic crystals that can be exchanged is twenty.

The alchemist codenamed Puppet has left a message for you. Is it convenient for you to answer it? "

This attracted the attention of another alchemist master.

Croa nodded: "Answer it."

After a short silence, the intellectual female voice turned into a rough voice: "Friend, do you have a more advanced simulated magic tree? I can exchange it with you for the Dwarf Mother Earth Spring!"

Mother Earth's Fountain?

He had heard of this thing before, and even read about it in the book "The Power of God?" It was said that it was a miracle given to the dwarves by the Mother Earth.

Well, only the dwarves can get it.

"Does that mean the person on the other side is a dwarf?" Kloya thought for a moment, considering the characteristics of this strange bark and the other party's name.

He had a bold guess - could this thing be the material for making puppets or doll skin?
And it must be very rare, otherwise it would not have attracted such attention from an alchemist who might be a dwarf.

Thinking of this, he replied: "I haven't cultivated a higher level of simulated magic tree yet, my friend, this kind of magic tree is difficult to cultivate."

There was another silence before a reply came from the other end.

"Well, my friend... I deeply understand that it is not easy to cultivate this magic tree. Every year is like torture.

Mother God bless you and wish you success.

If you have a simulated magic tree that is over fifty years old, you can contact me at any time.

The price I offer will only go higher, not lower!"

The rough male voice disappeared, leaving only Shengquan's intellectual voice again: "Excuse me, are you selling it?"

This time, Croa decided to sell it without hesitation, and then planned to buy the contract and the information about the simulated magic tree.

This was just right, otherwise he would have planned to sell a sea clam pearl in exchange for the contract.

(End of this chapter)