The Pit God Sword is too long. When it is buckled and hung on the belt, the end of the scabbard will always touch the ground from time to time, especially when Feiqi is walking around. Now, in addition to the sound of footsteps, there is also a snapping accompaniment, which seriously affects his personal temperament. In addition, Feiqi uses a sword with his left hand, so he simply hangs the Pit God Sword on his right waist and is adjacent to the teaser stick, which makes it more convenient for him to hang the scabbard with the Qi element rope.
After all, rhythmic slap is the background music of horror movies, and it is not suitable for Fitch.
It is difficult not to attract everyone's attention if such a big weapon suddenly appears on Feiqi. Especially in the eyes of elves who know sword skills, this weapon that is very unsuitable for Feiqi's body size is probably a treasure of the Eight Eight Eight Clan. Feiqi is more like a thief sneaking into the treasure house and stealing. However, compared to the Eight Eight Eight Clan, Feiqi is Minas Ishir's own person, so everyone was confused and didn't speak up.
Only Paladin Diderit really asked this question. The more she was, the more she had to fulfill her duties as a Paladin to ensure that those close to her did not make mistakes. "No, this is not something that was stolen, but something that the goddess left to me as a reward for introducing the Eight Eight Clan and finding the crystal. Look at the holy emblem on the scabbard!" Feich pointed to untied the sword and showed it to Diderit. The Paladin immediately recognized and confirmed Feich's words.
"Can I appreciate the sword the goddess gave you?"
Fitch nodded, and Didert was very excited. She rubbed her hands hard, and her fingers kept trembling because of excitement. This was the first time in her life that her fingers would tremble because of holding a sword, but this was the first time in her life that she had touched a weapon given by the goddess.
With a swish sound, Diderit staggered and almost fell down. No matter what, she didn't expect that there was a twenty-centimeter dagger opposite the hilt of the sword, which made her lose weight for a moment. Seeing this expected effect, Fitch tried to hold back his laughter and pretended to be serious and said quickly: "Be careful, it will grow longer, so don't look at people."
"Oh..." The elf lord was careful, thinking that the sword blade would pop out suddenly, so he quickly held the sword in both hands, so that it would be more stable. But after a long time, the dagger remained unchanged, and it was still so short, looking more harmless than a table knife.
"Hey, that's strange." Feiqi was about to pass over the sword. As soon as he got the sword blade, it came out with a bang. He rubbed the elf's forehead and stretched out, cutting three hairs from his bangs. Didert was startled, his grown mouth was enough to stuff a whole egg. When she thought that her skull almost flew, she trembled with goose bumps all over her body.
"I'm so sorry, I didn't expect this to happen - the goddess didn't tell me how to use this sword, nor did she leave a manual." Feiqi turned the sword over and handed it to Diderit again. This time, no trouble happened. The pit sword was as sharp and firm as an ordinary heavy sword, full of power and beauty.
Most of the elves came over to try it curiously. Although they were good at and loved lighter stinging swords and long swords, their appreciation of heavy swords did not decrease because of this, and they praised it as a very excellent weapon. However, they were also slightly disappointed. After all, it was a weapon rewarded by the goddess. It looked only stretchable and sharp, and there was no beautiful decoration. The hardness was just similar to the elves' handmade long swords, which were a little lower than their expectations.
"Fech, is this sword longer only in your hands?"
Diderit made a very interesting point, which is worth a try. After everyone took turns to test, the result was indeed the case. This sword will never grow longer in the hands of others, it is just an extremely heavy long-handled dagger. Moreover, only when Fitch uses this sword, there will be thunder accompanying him and easily cut off the weapons carried by the elves.
"It seems that this is an exclusive weapon, only you can use it. This means differently. Any such weapon is absolutely worthless family heirloom except for making you look down on the battlefield. Of course, no one will sell this weapon, and no one dares to buy it, especially it is a reward from the goddess." Diderit looked at Feiqi in a slightly funny posture and inserted the heavy sword back into the scabbard again, and said with a smile on his lips: "I envy you so much! I remind me that no matter what happens next time, I will definitely follow you and get a reward! Although this is not a magical weapon, it is at least a secondary magical weapon! It is not an exaggeration to build a temple for it."
"What's the difference between a magical artifact and a secondary artifact?"
"The specific tool the goddess uses is a magical tool. This sword is specially made by the goddess for you, not used by the goddess himself, so it can only be a secondary artifact. If it is the goddess' sword given to you, it must be a magical tool. However... the goddess will not use her holy badge, and she does not need to symbolize herself, so this is definitely not a magical sword. By the way, Feiqi, does this sword have a name?"
"The Sword of the Pit. The God-given Sword dug out of the pit." Feiqi hung the scabbard with a smug look on his face: "I originally wanted to be called the Sword of the Pit, but that would not reflect the goddess."
Diderit looked up at the sky. The black stone reflected the starlight. Perhaps it was the stone's ability to isolate the heavens to prevent Fitch from being struck by lightning?
Everyone talked for a while in the Supreme Hall and discussed how to report this matter to the Sect Master. "Anyway, this matter was arranged by the goddess himself, and the Sect Master would only agree." Diderit felt that with the goddess, there was no difficult thing in the world. "I think it is more important to let the Eight-Medites live a good life in Minas Ishir. The goddess agreed to protect them, but we must do our daily work."
This is absolutely certain. As the chief consultant of the territory, Feiqi planned this matter in his mind without reminding the lord. "It's okay for them to be self-sufficient in the ground for more than six hundred years. Don't mention the saying of taking care of them. And in many aspects, these people are not inferior to the residents on the ground. Look at this place and look at the equipment and equipment they use. Isn't it good enough?"
Diderit looked at it and thought about it, and couldn't help but sigh. Fitch comforted her and said, "Don't be discouraged. They have historical accumulations, but their styles are different, and they are more adaptable to the closed environment. Humans and elves also have their own accumulations. Learning from strengths and weaknesses is the principle of collaborative development. If you don't say anything else, at least we eat better than them, right?"
"You can always tell a lot of short but profound truths. The words you said before at the ceremony are more interesting the more I think about them. I am very sure there is no in the Scriptures. Is it the Hall family's knowledge?"
"As the Templar, if this was the Hall family's knowledge, would it have been a long time since I copied a copy of the report to the sect?" Feiqi rolled his eyes: "Why can't you believe this is my wisdom?"
Isn’t it because your reputation in the past is too high? Everyone has this idea in their hearts.
Finally, a few hours later, cracks appeared on the "spider egg" and spread like a spider web. As pairs of slender and powerful fingers broke open the callous shells, the new Eight-Eyed Clan drilled out from the inside. Their skin got rid of the paleness of the creatures below and became rosy, and they were more like warm-blooded animals than cold-blooded spiders. Their overall height was no longer so exaggerated. Although they were generally around 1.7 to 2 meters, there were at least three meters above three meters. Of course, the other two changes were more significant: on the one hand, all Eyed Clans had only two main eyes, but there were some tangent circular patterns in the pupils to indicate the specific number of their eyes. This kind of multi-epiped Clan had at most three circles, which was to reach the number six. The Eyed Clans, who had more eyes, would have red eye spots on their foreheads. The highest godmother Liz had six such eye spots.
As for another significant change, Liz is now looking at it with curious eyes: they have grown feet. The Eight-Earth Clan has always poked the ground and has no knowledge of using feet. It is difficult to stand one by one, and it is even more tilted when walking. "How can you walk on the wall? Do you have to transform into a spider form?" Liz fell in front of Fitch, stretched her legs and stuck her feet in front of him, rubbing her toes uneasy: "What should I do? Do you have to learn to walk again?"
"It must be adapted." Feiqi used a cat-knitting stick to push the foot in front of her, then reached out to pull up the highest godmother. She was still about two and a half meters tall, so if you look straight, Feiqi would be stared at by her belly button. Wait, what's going on with the belly button? Isn't it only for the birth of the fetus to have this organ? Did the goddess have other modifications?
"Feich, why are you stunned? The goddess said that we will come to you when we encounter problems, and you will definitely be able to solve them."
"Ah? When did the goddess say that?"
"When we were undergoing transformation in the energy cocoon, we all heard the teachings of the goddess, telling us about the general situation of the Yongli Continent and all aspects of our transformation. By the way, we are no longer the Eight-Earth Clan, but are called the Tibetan Girl - our entire race does not have males. This is strange. Although the goddess has already said something, we still want to try it. Are you willing to help this?"
Looking at Liz's quick blinking eyes, Feiqi thought a lot, but the most rational approach would never include making a test piece, no matter what the test was. "Let's talk about the foot problem first." He quickly changed the subject and immediately proposed a solution: "You are used to touching the ground with a point, so you can design special shoes, at least transition to help you gradually adapt."
Feiqi was talking about high heels. He probably drew a grassy look and explained his thoughts. "I can only solve this problem for the time being. I have never worn this kind of shoe, so you have to gradually improve it. This shoe doesn't necessarily work, but at least it has a hard tip similar to your original limbs. In short, try it, try it first..."
"I think the idea of ​​this kind of shoes is already very good, and I will arrange a trial production. Another thing..." Liz walked to Diderit, put his hand on his chest and bent down hard. Although he was still much taller than the Elf Lord, his attitude was very respectful after all: "The goddess wants us to live in Minas Ishir and obey the lord's management. We are now a village under your rule... or should we use the word tribe? I'm not sure yet."
"Welcome, I'm very happy... Wait a minute, you're talking about the common language, and I'm only then I've discovered this! I can understand what you said!" Diderit suddenly realized that he looked very cute, but other elves had discovered this a long time ago.
In fact, besides Diedlit, Feiqi is also a latecomer. He could understand the words of the Treasure Girl (Eight Eight Clan), but he never felt anything. Of course, he covered up very well, and no one could find this.
"We just discussed that you can't lose your home, but we will set a piece of land on the ground to help you build a residence on the ground." Diderit said, holding Liz's hand, "Fech is the chief consultant of the territory, that is, the person responsible for solving problems. He advises you not to worry about life and can adapt slowly. But there is something that needs to be done as soon as possible, the sooner the better."
"What's the matter?" Liz looked at Liz, but the spots on her forehead felt like they were staring at Feich.
"Build a temple of goddesses on the ground and underground as soon as possible, and at least a place for prayers and ceremonies."
"It's okay. We set out immediately. Praying to the goddess is also our deepest need and most urgent desire. But we are not sure what this temple should look like. We need guidance."
This work must be Feiqi. After all, he still has the identity of a goddess and priest - even if the goddess says he is a nominal disbelief, the Jiao Shu doesn't know. Feiqi's suggestion is actually mainly to deal with the Jiao Shu. First solve the problem of faith, the pressure that the Jiao Shu may cause will be less. It's not that Feiqi uses the heart of a villain to judge a gentleman, but that he thought of the bad things that the elves and humans fight openly and secretly. Suddenly there is another female race in the hidden world, or Minas Ishir, who wants to immigrate, the situation can only be more complicated rather than simplified.
Feich looked at Diderit secretly, and her teacher died in factional struggles in the sect. Archbishop McIntosh should not tell lies during the atonement ceremony. Although he had no intention of killing, his actions did cause the death of Bishop Nathaniel. This was just a small disagreement caused by whether to establish a model leader, and it was definitely not as good as the struggle for race, territory, and survival. Feich has not yet found a suitable opportunity to tell Diderit the cause of her teacher's death, and is also worried that she would empathize with her anger towards Macintosh to the model leader, which would cause chain consequences.
Alas, essentially, these problems are all caused by low productivity, especially the productivity of the land. If the good fields can be harvested, the middle fields are rich, and the bad fields can support people, so what if Minas Ishir has a five-fold population? Especially the elves have a small appetite and will not pollute the environment. They can live long and live long. In fact, the pressure is not great. And look at the Tibetan women, the population density in their caves is so high and the per capita resources are so small, so why don’t they survive? By the way, we should learn from them the skills of the breeding industry and promote it in the territory. Bamboo rats are also meat, which can always improve the current dietary structure.
On the territory, one problem is always surrounded by another problem, and various things are intertwined. But as long as you can survive with enough food, the problem will always have a chance to be solved.
"I will live here for a while and concentrate on solving possible problems. Lord Lord, since we must build the goddess temple here, it is better to build Shantang's school directly. The hidden girls can also understand and integrate into the outside world through Shantang's school. It is not good to be closed."
"I thought you would build a school in Collingwood Town."
"I originally had that idea, but now it seems that Collingwood, as a storage place for two resources of stone and potato, has a heavy task and is not enough manpower. The Tibetan girl has no language barriers and is relatively sufficient manpower. Good steel is used on the blade, so you can concentrate your efforts to accomplish great things!"
Diderit curled his lips and said to Liz: "Supreme Godmother, I think you have an important task to record all the interesting words Feich said. It sounds very reasonable, right?"
Liz nodded: "Lord, I will remember it. Also, please don't call me the Supreme Godmother in the future, that was the post of the Eight-Mei period. Now we serve the goddess, I am just a treasure priest."
Chapter completed!