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"Ding ding dong dong" "ding ding dong dong"
The sound of spar digging was heard continuously from above, and a demon craftsman crawled down the cave wall and poured a basket of dark purple spar granules into the stone storage box.
The head of the garden turned his head to look at the stone storage box that would be filled with crystals at the bottom, and asked curiously, "How many crystals do we need to repair such a large crack?"
The demon craftsman stretched out his hand and compared it above the stone storage box, "It's about this much."
The principal of the garden widened his eyes in surprise, "You mean to fill the whole box?!"
The craftsman demon nodded, "Maybe it's not enough. Don't look at these spar fragments as though there are many, but there are actually many bubbles and impurities in them. Only the purest part of them can be fused with the shell of the gravity stone when repairing, and other substances will follow. The heat melts away, making it useless."
The principal, the little man, was speechless. These artisan demons have been away for a while, and they would transport down a whole basket of crystals every once in a while. He thought that the collection of crystals would be completed soon, but it turned out that even one-tenth of them was not completed. At this speed, it might not be able to fill the stone storage box after the gravity stone is completely broken into two halves.
The craftsman demon saw his worry, and quickly explained, "These are just tiny particles scattered in the soil layer. If you can find a complete huge spar, it will soon fill a box."
"What if I can't find it?" asked the head gardener, "Wouldn't we have to wait until the Year of the Monkey to rely on these small stones?"
He thought about it, and felt that going on like this was not an option.
The principal of the garden looked up, "How far is it from here to the spar mine?"
The artisan demon raised his head, "According to the survey, the spar soil layer scattered under the sea mound is several hundred meters thick, but they are not all in one place, and we have been studying it."
"There's nothing to study here, just dig it out." said the little man in the garden, "I will teach you the emptying spell, and you can find all the spars hundreds of meters underground without any effort."
The artisan demon shook his head again and again, "This is not acceptable. Spells won't work here."
"How is it possible?" The principal, the little man, didn't believe it. "As long as it's in the fairy world, there is no place where spells don't work."
"Really. Elder Bai said that although spells can help us complete our work more easily, there are also huge hidden dangers. The Gravity Stone is the foundation of the existence of the fairy world, and all work related to it requires real sweat and hard work Done, never take shortcuts."
The director of the garden sighed secretly that this guy is really an elm head, there is not enough spar, and there is no way to repair the gravity stone on time. But now he was stuck and unable to move, unable to cast spells independently, and the goblin refused to help, so he was temporarily deadlocked.
At this time, there was a faint sound of soil collapsing in the corner, and the sound went all the way up. With a loud "bang", before they could react, the surroundings were instantly filled with dust and smoke.
The artisan demon was agile, and instinctively ran to the corner to hide in the narrow door, and the little head gardener coughed from the splashing dust.
He kept waving his hands, trying to fan away the smoke and dirt in front of his eyes, trying to figure out what happened. But there was so much smoke and dust around that it was difficult to even open your eyes.
Before the smoke cleared and the dust fell to the ground, the craftsmen who had been working hard to dig out spars in the mine ran out of the cave after hearing the sound, and gathered around the only luminous gravitational stone that could still be seen with a little outline.
"What the hell happened?" The principal squinted his eyes and yelled at them.
"It's a collapse!" A demon craftsman responded. "It's too dangerous to stay here!"
One by one, they groped through the smoke, trying to find the narrow door leading to the room. At this time, the artisan demon who fled into the cave first quietly opened the door and shouted at them, "This way! Come in!"
Before the director of the garden can react, the craftsmen have already fled the scene with lightning speed, leaving him alone in the open space filled with smoke and dust, where he can't see his fingers.
"Heyyou guys" He wanted to call those goblins back to save him, but just as he opened his mouth, his throat was jammed by dense dust, and he coughed vigorously. "Cough cough cough! Cough! You guyshelp meyou guys"
Before he could finish speaking, a round stone fell from above, and hit the head of the little gardener right on the head. He only felt a heavy blow to the top of his head, his brain went blank, and he passed out before he could figure out what happened.
After a while, the smoke and dust slowly fell to the ground, and the surroundings became quiet again. The closed door in the cornerThe small door was gently pushed open, and a craftsman poked its head out to carefully observe the situation outside. Confirm that all dangers have passed before coming out from inside.
They found some large and small stones scattered on the ground, including the one that hit the little head of the garden.
"Look, it seems to be dead!" A demon craftsman stood next to the gravity stone and shouted.
The demon craftsmen quickly surrounded the garden director, and the most daring one simply climbed up the gravity stone, approached his head, and put his fingers gently under his nose to feel his breath. Its face slowly turned pale, with a frightened expression on its face.
Before it could open its mouth, other artisan monsters had already started fleeing. They had never witnessed the death of a goblin, let alone under such circumstances. Just when the surroundings were in chaos and everything was about to get out of control, the principal of the garden suddenly frowned twice.
"Wait!" The craftsman lying next to his face noticed this tiny movement and shouted, "It seems that there is still hope."
The other goblins immediately stopped in place, staring at it motionless, not even daring to breathe. The artisan demon thought for two seconds, rubbed his hands together vigorously, approached the little gardener, and slapped him on the face from left to right.
Stimulated by the pain, the principal of the garden moved his hands and feet unconsciously, quickly regained consciousness, and opened his eyes. The artisan demon didn't have time to stop, and slapped his face with the last slap.
"How dare you hit me?!" The sober principal was very excited, struggling to fight back, but the goblin had already climbed down the gravity stone and hid behind the other craftsmen.
"Don't be angry, it is actually to save you." A goblin said, "You have passed out."
It was only now that the principal of the garden regained his memory. He stared at the round stone on the ground, trying to find the one that hit him just now.
At this time, they heard a rustling sound behind them, turned their heads and found Fang Xiaoyuan coming out of the narrow door, followed by a cloud of black smoke of unknown origin.
Seeing the artisan monsters gathered here, she asked wonderingly, "Why are you all here? Where's Zhou Yangyang?" (Remember the website URL: www.hlnovel.com - Didn't finish reading? Add this book to your favoritesI'm a member and bookmarked this chapterCopy the address of this book and recommend it to your friends for pointsChapter error? Click here to report
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