Above the mage!

Chapter 304: The Mother Energy of the Earth and the Festival of Harvest

In the vision of Mandela's Magic Eye, Gode could clearly see that at this moment, there were colorful lights flowing on Flora's body, just like the ones on the leaves of Yugathshila.

They were like tassels, constantly intertwining and overlapping, and finally formed a cocoon that wrapped Flora's small body.

However, in the normal binocular vision, these colorful lights are completely invisible and do not exist.

It is truly breathtaking.

This scene lasted for about a minute, and then the colorful light that enveloped Flora suddenly began to shrink until it was completely hidden in Flora's body.

The mysterious energy flow was no longer visible, but instead of disappearing, it was "absorbed" by Flora.

Seeing that everything was over, Gode turned off the Mandela Magic Eye with peace of mind.

Flora's eyes widened, staring at him blankly.

"Is Lady Flora finished?" Goder confirmed.

"Lady Flora, it's over," Flora affirmed.

"What changes have occurred to Lady Flora this time?"

"Changes?" Flora looked down at herself carefully, tugged at her fingers and cheeks, and finally said in frustration, "No changes."

"It's okay. The small one is also very cute." Gao De's eyes twitched and he decided to ask in more detail. "I mean, have you gained any amazing new abilities?"

"New ability." Flora thought about it and nodded seriously. "Yes, but I don't know how powerful it is!"

"Tell me carefully."

"That's it. That's it." Flora stammered, not knowing how to describe it. Finally, she simply stretched out her little hand, and a stream of yellow-brown air shot up from her fingertips.

"What is this for?"

“It is used to turn soil into earth.”

"Change to soil?"

"that is."

Through question and answer, Gaode quickly integrated the disjointed information together.

It is actually correct to say that it has "changed into earth".

The growth of magical plants often requires a variety of different soil conditions, and spiritual land containing magical power is often only the most basic condition.

For example, the Fire Fruit Tree grows on burnt soil. Ordinary spiritual land cannot allow the Fire Fruit Tree to survive.

Flora's yellow-brown airflow can change the properties of the soil.

All you need is a handful of the soil you want, such as a handful of burning soil, and bury it in a normal spiritual land. Flora can use this handful of burning soil as the source, and through the yellow-brown airflow, slowly improve the soil around the source soil and transform it into burning soil.

However, there is a limitation, that is, the soil cultivated artificially cannot be used as source soil. Only the original special soil can be used as source soil to transform the surrounding land.

"Is it incredible?" Flora looked up at Godard, her eyes full of anticipation.

"It's incredible!" Gao De affirmed.

This is more than just extraordinary; it is a supernatural power comparable to turning stone into gold.

With this ability, any rare magical plants can be transplanted into the Ten Thousand Trees Realm of Yugathhira.

"Since Flora can't tell its name, how about calling it the Mother Air of All Earths from now on?" Gao De looked at the yellow-brown airflow swirling around Flora's fingertips, and suddenly a name with a hidden meaning came to his mind.

"Okay!" Flora, who was already working hard on arithmetic, answered without hesitation.

Ten is two hands.

One hundred is twenty hands.

Thousand is two hundred hands.

Anyway, there are so many hands, it sounds quite impressive!
After witnessing the advancement of Yugath-Shira with his own eyes, God did not stay in Valar Bay for long, but chose to return to Phoenix.

Although he was looking forward to the astral teleportation, it was not possible to carry it out now.

Because it takes two months for Yugatshila to fully recharge the energy required for astral teleportation.

And this first burst of energy had been transformed by Yugathira into runes and imprinted on the back of his hand.

Therefore, if you want to open the star portal, you can only wait for two months for the energy to be "recharged" again.

But it was just right, as he could use these two months to prepare for his first astral teleportation journey.

After all, star teleportation can only be carried out once every two months, and including the return journey, that means once every four months. Naturally, one must make adequate preparations to maximize the cost-effectiveness of the "journey".

Phoenix today is different than it has ever been.

Generally speaking, before the sun rises, most of the Zhenbing people have already gotten up early and started preparing meals. After finishing their first meal of the day, they go out to get food for the tribe, either fishing or hunting.
In short, they couldn't stop for a day, otherwise some of the tribesmen might not have food to eat. But today, all the Zhenbing tribesmen put down their "daily" work and walked out of the city.

This is an order from the king of the Zhenbing tribe. They don't have to work today.

Outside the Phoenix's ice wall, it was already crowded with people.

The elders organized the ice mages in the tribe, lined them up in a circle, and formed a human wall.

The ice wall was full of people. These were the people who came early and grabbed a good spot.

Looking down from their high ground, these people could clearly see that the snowy plains on both sides outside the city wall were originally flat, but now they were completely covered with ice. No one knew what was hidden in them.

In the far place where there is no ice fence, you can see pieces of cultivated land. I don’t know what they are used for, but I only know that it is the order of the new king of the tribe, who has summoned many people to reclaim the wasteland.

It can't be a kind of thing, right?

——Although Sunaifa did not order to conceal the matter of Northwest Barley No. 1, many people in the Zhenbing tribe already knew about Northwest Barley No. 1, but most of the Zhenbing people still knew nothing about it.

Outside the ice wall, there is a temporary ice platform built using magic.

Gode, Sunaifa, Flora, Grant and others were standing on the platform.

"My King, War Mother," Deputy Minister Grant took a step forward and said respectfully to the two, "It's almost time."

Gao De glanced at Sunaifa, who was unmoved and said softly, "Your idea is naturally yours to make."

Today is the harvest day for the naturally grown Northwest Barley No. 1.

Material construction is important, but spiritual construction is equally important.

In fact, Gao De was a little bit unbelieving when he learned that the Zhenbing Tribe did not have any festivals.

After learning that the Zhenbing people worked day after day without a rest, they were shocked to the extreme - but at the same time, they could understand it, because the job of the Zhenbing people was to obtain food. If they stopped for a day, some members of the tribe might starve to death in the frozen year.

But things are different now.

The emergence of Northwest Barley No. 1 has made food no longer scarce.

As the first harvest day of Northwest Barley No. 1, which is enough to change the North, from today on, barley will be on the tables of the people in the North and will completely change their lives.

Such an epic moment is definitely worth writing about, so Gaode decided to name this day the Harvest Festival.

From then on, every year on this day, just like today, all the Zhenbing people can take a day off and hold various celebrations, which is equivalent to the "Spring Festival" in the previous life.

Although the Zhenbing people do not have the concept of festivals, as long as such activities continue for a few years, it will become a tradition.

The Zhenbing people will gradually feel that they are different from other people in the North, which, to put it bluntly, will stimulate their "sense of superiority."

With a "sense of superiority", they will increase their sense of identity with Phoenix and their own identity as members of the Zhenbing tribe, and will be more willing to protect the tribe spontaneously.

Gao De did not shirk his responsibility or act pretentiously, knowing that Sunaifa also wanted to take this opportunity to let more people know and recognize him as the new king.

He looked at the crowd in front of him that was filled with discussions, took a deep breath, took a step forward, waved his hand, and signaled everyone to be quiet.

"My fellow tribesmen, I am Gao De, your new king." Although his voice was not loud, it clearly penetrated the crowd.

There was a burst of warm cheers from the crowd.

“My king is virtuous!” “My king is virtuous!”

This kind of scene also made Gaode feel warm in his heart.

These cheers were not "arranged" by him in advance, but all came spontaneously from the Zhenbing people.

Apparently, the ancient prophecy from War Mother Oretia had long been deeply engraved in the hearts of the Zhenbing people, causing them to subconsciously submit to and revere Gao De, the man in the prophecy, even though he was young and a foreigner.

When the shouting subsided a little, Gao De pressed his hand down again and said, "I have gathered everyone here today to announce something to you all."

"I know that our people are the most hardworking, but even so, every time the ice age comes, there will still be people who starve to death, and people who lose their parents, brothers and sisters. This is our pain, and it is a reality we cannot escape."

"This is not your fault. You have been hardworking and resilient enough. This is not the fault of the snowfield either. Northerners were born on the permafrost and will always have a deep love for this land."

"But from today on, all this will become history. As long as everyone is diligent enough," Gao De said loudly, "the people of the Zhenbing tribe will never suffer from hunger again."

"Because, starting today, we in the North can also harvest food!"

"This is a day worth remembering. I declare that from now on, this day of every year will be called Harvest Day!"

As Gao De's voice fell, with a bang, the tall ice barriers disappeared completely, just like ice and snow melting under the warm sun of spring.

Then, the wheat fields hidden in the ice fences were revealed.

The golden wheat sparkled brightly under the sunlight, as vast and boundless as a golden ocean.

(End of this chapter)