On the platform of the steel castle, Abel was sitting on a chair transformed by the battle fort. On the table in front of him was a cup of water spirit juice. This cup of water spirit juice was harvested from the water spirit fruit trees that were successfully transplanted in the Blood Camp in the Dark World.
It had been a month since the last transplanting of the water spirit fruit trees. During this time, the water spirit fruit trees in the Blood Camp had completely stabilized.
Especially when a water spirit fruit was harvested, a new flower would grow at the spot where the fruit was harvested, and another water spirit fruit would grow in a short period of time.
Under the care of the tree of life and the elite elves, the water spirit fruit trees had become a stable source of food for the elite elves. At the same time, it also provided Abel with a stable supply of water spirit fruit.
After that, he realized that the water spirit fruit had become very popular in the Central Continent because of him. Of course, no one knew that he no longer drank the water spirit juice produced by the elves.
As time went on, the water spirit fruit trees in the Blood Camp in the Dark World tasted better and better. Since they grew in a mana rich environment, other than the change in taste, the natural energy in the water spirit fruit trees was so dense that it could even help the Druil cultivation.
However, what made Abel the happiest was not the water spirit fruit trees. Instead, it was the 50 acres of medicine field. By this point, all 50 acres of medicine field had been filled with herbs.
A month in the Central Continent was equivalent to a year and half a year in the Blood Moor in the Dark World. During this time, the elite elves had already cultivated all the herbs in the medicine field, and the medicine field that Abel had marked out was fully used.
This made it so that he no longer needed to go around looking for herbs every time he wanted to make potions. All he needed to do was harvest them directly from the medicine field. This had saved him a lot of time, and most importantly, the medicine field had stabilized his supply of herbs.
It wasn't just the Water Spirit Fruit Tree and the herbal field that changed in a month. The High Elves were also changing. As they grew, they, or should they be called High Elves, began to converse in the High Elves' language.
This meant that the elite elves had truly become the first intelligent race in the Dark World. The Dark World was no longer a desert of life.
Abel, who was drinking his juice, wasn't reading or refining potions, but he wasn't really resting. He was sensing the prayers from the ancient totem.
A few months had passed, and the Battlecry Plateau was completely covered by the faith of the God of War. The Barbarians who believed in the God of War had found their faith again.
At the same time, the habits of the Barbarians began to appear in front of him. The way they fought with each other to gain battle experience made many Barbarians lose the possibility of leveling up due to injuries before they grew up.
"Great War God, please heal my injured body. I will use my soul and everything to worship you!"
Devout prayers always affected Doff. It wasn't a god, and it didn't have the intelligence to deal with such matters, so it would often become inexplicably anxious.
Luckily, Doff's soul was able to rest every night when he entered the Dark World.
At that moment, Abel was dealing with the most impactful matter. He could control Doff's soul and use the power of the ancient totem as a medium. He could use the grace of the God of War to give the Lite Healing Potion to those who prayed.
However, it wasn't just one or two prayers. There were a lot of them, especially after the preachers finished their training in the God of War temple and began to preach in the Battlecry Plateau.
Abel couldn't keep using the grace of the God of War for this kind of thing. The grace of the God of War was a miracle, so it couldn't be used too often.
On top of that, he couldn't open a large number of faith channels to use the Lite Healing Potion. It would take a lot of time and effort, and he didn't have that much time to waste.
The first thing that came to his mind was whether or not he could create a divine spell that would allow the clergymen of the god of war to use divine spells instead of him to heal those who needed it.
The "lite healing potion" was the least important item in this divine spell. It was extremely precious to outsiders, but Abel was able to produce it in large batches after he had a stable herb farm.
If he wasn't worried about not being able to explain how he could make so many Lite Healing Potions by himself, he would've increased the supply of Lite Healing Potions and Mana Potions to the Wizard Union.
At the end of the day, having more Lite Healing Potions and Mana Potions would increase the power of the Continent, and it would also increase the suppression of the Nation of God.
The amount of 'Light Healing Potions' and 'Mana Potions' in his warehouse was enough to support a large scale war.
He was preparing the Combat Preparedness Potion for a possible war. He had been maintaining the standard Combat Preparedness Potion that he had set.
The ancient totem had been absorbing a large amount of power of faith recently, but because it had a master, it had the potential to become a special god-like existence. Now, it had become a spirit that was similar to an auxiliary god-like existence.
Abel took control of Doff's soul and tried to make the ancient totem automatically respond to the preachers' requests.
He set a sentence as the incantation to activate the Lite Healing Potion divine spell. Once the ancient totem determined that the believer was a preacher, it would begin to determine the amount of faith that the preacher had given to the ancient totem. Finally, it would decide whether or not to use the Lite Healing Potion.
At first, he thought this process would be very difficult, but with the combination of the ancient totem and the divine power, it was very simple.
He named this divine spell the healing spell. It was a very simple name.
The principle was that a preacher would chant an incantation and pray to the God of War, and the ancient totem that represented the God of War would receive the incantation and automatically process it, making a series of judgments to determine whether or not the preacher had the right to use the 'healing spell.'
Once the healing spell was confirmed, a bottle of Lite Healing Potion would be taken out from Doff's portal bag. The potion would then be sent directly to the preacher's body through the faith channel.
Abel didn't know how other gods set up their divine spells, but he thought it was very simple. It didn't even consume much divine power.
What he didn't know was that other gods rarely gave their preachers such powerful divine spells. Normally, there were two types of divine spells. One was like a real spell, which consumed the preacher's divine power to activate the healing spell. This kind of spell was very weak, and it could only consume the preacher's life force to increase the recovery rate.
The other type of healing spell was very powerful. It could only be used by high level preachers. It consumed the divine power of a god to heal the target.
In this world, very few gods would consume their divine power. All the living ones were saving their divine power to prepare for the final battle against the demon from beyond.
Abel's divine spell, on the other hand, had borrowed the name of a divine spell. In fact, he was still using potions. Maybe only a soul from another world like Abel could come up with something like this.
Also, healing potions usually had very strong limitations and resistance. Other than Abel's "light healing potion" from the dark world, which was completely unreasonable and could only forcefully restore the target's life force. If a normal healing potion used a divine spell to heal the target, it would directly ruin the reputation of the divine spell.
Headmaster Blair was praying to the God of War in the Battlecry Plateau. This was his daily routine. His devotion had reached the highest level of fanaticism.
Abel also defined fanatical followers as the most basic requirement for a clergy. This was something that few other gods would do. This was because a clergy's management ability was more important than their level of devotion.
However, the Barbarians in the Battlecry Plateau were different. They were born with a passion for war, but they were also very simple. Most of them had been worshipping the God of War since they were young.
Therefore, Abel only asked the Barbarians in the Battlecry Plateau to take care of them. Since they were too far away from the temple, they might have lost their faith. Therefore, the Barbarians didn't need too much management.
"My servants in the world, I grant you the divine spell 'healing'. Only those with strong faith can use this spell!" A booming sound emerged from the soul of Headmaster Blair.
At the same time, the same sound appeared in the souls of all the fanatical preachers. Every single one of them felt a new spell in their soul.
"The great God of War has given us a new divine spell!" Headmaster Blair was so excited that tears began to roll down his face. He knew better than anyone how many potential Barbarians ended their career because of injuries.
Due to the lack of resources in the Battlecry Plateau, they couldn't get more potions to heal themselves. At the same time, they couldn't afford to use master potions to heal themselves, especially after reaching the level of an elite Barbarian.
The God of War had heard their prayers and answered them.
Calming himself down, Elder Blair began to study the new divine spell, "Healing."
The requirements for divine spells were simple. Clergy who had reached the level of fanaticism could pray with all their heart and soul every twenty hours to cast a healing spell. They could store up to three healing spells, and after that, they would clear all their previous prayer time.
This meant that if a preacher prayed for 100 hours, they would only have 3 chances to cast a healing spell. After that, they would need to spend time praying again.
However, the cost of the healing spell was to pray with all their heart. It didn't consume any power of the will or any other energy.
"The great God of War, you are using your divine power to help us!" Headmaster Blair was very touched after studying the healing spell.
As an elder of the temple, he knew from a large number of inheritances that the gods bestowed healing magic. In such a situation, it was obvious that the gods were consuming their own divine power to heal the believers.
Next, of course, he wanted to test out the effect of the divine spell. His prayer time was already enough for 3 healing spells, so he could cast a healing spell now.
"Men, find me three professionals with varying degrees of injuries!" Elder Blair ordered loudly to the people outside the door.
Not long after, the Barbarians brought over three injured professionals. One of them had a cut on his arm. The wound looked long, but it was just a normal wound. With the Barbarians' physique, even if they didn't use any medicine, they could just bandage it up and heal in a few days.
The second one was a Barbarian who had his back slashed by a battle axe. His face was pale, and it was obvious that he was severely injured.
The third one was supported by 2 Barbarians. It was a Barbarian with old injuries. He couldn't even walk on his own.
"Next, I will use the divine spell given to me by the great God of War to heal you. Since it's my first time, I'm just testing out the effect. No matter if it works or not, don't lose your faith in the great God of War!" Headmaster Blair lowered his voice as he looked at the 3 injured.
"Headmaster Blair, even if the God of War needs our lives, we will give it our all!" The 3 injured Barbarians yelled.
Headmaster Blair nodded and looked towards the least injured Barbarian. He was about to cast a healing spell.
"The great God of War, I pray to you. May I borrow your power to heal my injuries!" As he chanted the incantation, Elder Blair felt a strange energy gathering in his hand.
He reached out and pushed the strange energy towards the injured Barbarian. In an instant, the wound on that Barbarian's arm quickly healed.
On the Barbarian's arm, there was only a trace of tender skin due to the rapid growth. Other than that, it was almost impossible to tell that there was a long wound on the Barbarian's arm.
Headmaster Blair's face was filled with excitement. This effect was even more powerful than the normal healing spells in the records.
"Show me your wound!" He then looked at the second Barbarian and lowered his voice before activating the healing spell. "Don't worry," he said as he looked at the second Barbarian with serious injuries.
Since it was an experiment, he needed to see how effective it was.
"Yes, Headmaster Blair!" The injured Barbarian tore off the bandages on his body and said, "I'm not just injured on my back. I'm also heavily injured internally!"
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