I, Who Wields A Hammer, Am Really A Mage!

Chapter 163 Xingyun Spreads Rain, Thank You!

"The Jiao family cannot go to human cities until they reach the ninth level.

Andre's words imply the danger of humans to the dragon.

Upon hearing this, Wang Zibin nodded thoughtfully:

"Indeed, it's better to be cautious."

He has a deep understanding of human nature, and he feels that the regulations of the Jiaozhi Clan are very good.

In fact, not only the Jiao clan, but also the Giant Dragon clan have the same rules.

It doesn't mean that they will be attacked when they enter human cities, but it means that after they enter the cities, they are easily framed by humans using various means.

In this way, humans can use "justified" reasons to deal with them, so that the race behind them can't say anything.

For example, Wang Zibin was once "framed" by Zhao Yuanbai. If Oswald hadn't supported him, it would have been very difficult for Wang Zibin to pass the level of the Masters Association.

Therefore, these races have specially stipulated that if they are less than the ninth level, they cannot enter human cities.

After reaching the ninth level, even if you are framed, you can still guarantee your safety.

But I understand it, and seeing Ao Jiaojiao's longing eyes, Wang Zibin, who has not fulfilled the friendship of the landlord, feels that 057 should make up for it.

At the very least, I should also thank it for helping me and Los Angeles.

The next day, the planting area in Los Angeles.

Thousands of slaves and half-orcs were sowing seeds on a piece of flat fertile soil. They sowed different seeds according to different small squares of land.

A box of plant seeds Sibel gave Wang Zibin blessing, naturally cannot all be from the same crop.

This includes the seeds of several kinds of wheat, rice, fruit trees and many other plants that are the staple food of human beings.

The planting area is also planned into different small squares of land, and different plants are planted respectively.

After the sowing was finished, Wang Zibin and Andre stood by the river, feeling the fragrant earthy smell in the air, and felt that the time had come.

After Wang Zibin looked at Ao Jiaojiao in the Luo River calmly, he started the first irrigation of Luo City's plantation.

Under the curious eyes of Andre and Ao Jiaojiao under the water, Wang Zibin stretched his hands to the sky.

As the Lord of Los Angeles, Wang Zibin's actions naturally attracted everyone's attention.

They followed Wang Zibin's hand and looked at the clear sky, not knowing why.

And (bcch) at this time, Wang Zibin's consciousness sank into his mind, and he replaced the [Daily Changes] on the fifth innate spell slot.

Next, Wang Zibin loaded the new spell Xingyun Cloth Rain Plant.

The idiom, Xingyunbuyu means to raise the clouds and spread the rain. It is a good metaphor for gods and monsters.

Spell [Xingyunbuyu]: It costs a certain price to create clouds out of thin air, and it rains heavily.

After loading, Wang Zibin did not hesitate, and directly launched a new spell.

The moment [Xingyunbuyu] was activated, the mana in Wang Zibin's body immediately bottomed out.

Not only that, Wang Zibin also felt that a lot of his blood energy had been drawn out, and his body strength was rapidly weakening.

At this moment, Wang Zibin no longer insisted on standing, but softly leaned towards Mia beside him.

Mia was very happy to see Wang Zibin approaching suddenly, and happily supported Wang Zibin.

But Andre on the other side is not happy:

Taking advantage of my aunt?!

Fortunately, before he could get angry, the originally clear sky darkened in an instant.

No, to be precise, it is the clouds that are constantly forming and converging, quickly blocking the light of the sky and dimming the sky.

Not long after, dark clouds covered the sky over the entire planting area.

Seeing the gloomy dark clouds, everyone realized that heavy rain might fall at any time.

They all looked at Wang Zibin in shock, showing disbelief.

Obviously, this dark cloud came after Wang Zibin stretched out his hand, and everyone knew that Ma Wei came from Zibin's hands.

"boom!"

With a sudden explosion, at this moment, beside Wang Zibin, the water surface of the Luo River suddenly exploded, setting off countless splashes, rushing towards the dark clouds in the sky.

Immediately afterwards, there seemed to be living creatures swimming in the dark clouds above the sky!

Slaves, half-orcs, one by one, they knelt down and worshiped to the dark clouds, to the living creatures swimming in the dark clouds.

In this world, there are no ghosts and gods. The only god is the god of elves who unified the continent thousands of years ago.

What they worship is a powerful life.

As the bottom of the society, they subconsciously worship everything beyond their understanding.

The next second of their pilgrimage, a torrential rain poured down.

It is amazing to say that the rain is not cold, but when it hits people, it still feels warm.

In the blink of an eye, the huge planting area in Los Angeles, the land where the seeds had just been planted, was soaked by warm rainwater.

After being soaked in the dark and even shiny land, a miraculous scene happened:

First, a little green came out of the soil, as if some kind of signal had been triggered.

Green one after another, all broke through the ground, stretched out their bodies, and greeted the invasion of the heavy rain.

However, the seemingly relentless torrential rain made them grow visibly with the naked eye.

A quarter of an hour later, when the rain stopped and the sun came down again, the planting area was still filled with green shoots.

From the original black, to the current green everywhere.

Only a quarter of an hour.

When the sun was shining, the worshiping slaves and half-orcs looked up at the sky and found that when the dark clouds dispersed, the creatures swimming in the clouds also disappeared.

Without hesitation, they immediately bowed to Wang Zibin again.

Seeing this, Wang Zibin patted his forehead with a headache:

To be reasonable, he is not trying to become a god with incense, and he does not need the worship of these people at all.

But it was not a big problem, Wang Zibin made a gesture, and Markas in the distance immediately understood, and arranged a group of slaves and half-orcs, carrying various tools and prepared ingredients, to come here.

"Today is the beginning of sowing seeds for my city of Luo. Thanks to the marsh of the Luo River, it rains and moistens my Luo soil,"

"Therefore, when the fog rises, I am Luocheng, and I should offer a gift of thanks to Luohe."

Under Wang Zibin's gaudy language, big pots were set up beside the Luo River, and they were filled with delicacies all the time.

In an instant, when the mist in the pot rose and the smell of delicious food spread, billowing white mist rose from the surface of the Luo River, covering the area like a fairyland.

In the white mist, you can't see your fingers, and your eyes are white.

Logically speaking, slaves and half-orcs should panic, but with the foreshadowing of Wang Zibin's words earlier, they all knew that this was a gift from Luo City to Luo He.

After more than an hour, the white mist dissipated, and the delicacies on the edge of Los Angeles also disappeared.

Wang Zibin took the lead, followed by a group of slaves and half-orcs, and bowed to the Luo River!.