The Wizarding World never lacked high-grade wizards.
In order to continue their bloodlines, these high-grade wizards were constantly experimenting with all kinds of reproduction methods.
Whether it was natural reproduction or laboratory cultivation, there was always the possibility of giving birth to powerful offspring. However, there was a higher chance of giving birth to bloodline descendants without any elemental talent.
It was very difficult for high-grade wizards to give birth to bloodline descendants. In the past, they could only abandon these mortal descendants and let them enjoy a life of glory in the secular world before dying a normal life. If a high-grade wizard had a slightly longer lifespan, it was possible for them to give up dozens of generations of descendants in one go.
Magic essences refined by high-grade alchemy lacked vitality. Even if they were purified again, they would not be able to bestow new attributes to mortals. However, these magic essences from the Mutated Lunar Well had a strange aura of life. Once they were purified to a certain level, they could even turn something rotten into something magical, giving mortals the ability to possess mana!
For many high-grade wizards who were eager to give birth to bloodline descendants, this was another guarantee, and they would not have any regrets.
However, with the current output of the Mutated Lunar Well, they could only purify 50 grams of magic essences every month. It would take them half a year to gather enough to purify powerful magic essences.
However, considering the wide and bright future of powerful magic essences, Grim had set the price at 2 million magic crystals deep in his heart. After all, this was a unique business. He had never heard of such an item anywhere else!
Although the Propagation Flower could achieve a similar effect, it was a consumable item that could only be used once. Also, no one knew where they grew in the chiliocosm, so they could not be produced continuously like the powerful magic essences in front of him.
Moreover, 2 million magic crystals might be a sky-high price for low-grade wizards, but for high-grade wizards, it was only the basic cost of a large-scale witchcraft experiment. If spending 2,000,000 magic crystals could guarantee that there would not be any 'mediocre' offspring, which high-ranking wizard would be stingy with magic crystals in this aspect?
While Grimm was silently observing Melinda's every move, Melinda finally completed a devout prayer ceremony and slowly recovered from her absent-mindedness.
As soon as she opened her eyes, Melinda saw the terrifying 'demon' standing by her side, his tall and handsome figure tall and straight!
He was only one meter away from her.
Melinda exclaimed, then covered her mouth and retreated, looking like she was cowering in fear.
Grim didn't care about the Elven Priestess's cowardice.
He looked down at the half-filled moon water in the Moon Well, and a satisfied smile appeared on his face. In another three to five days, he would have enough moonwater to purify the first bottle of powerful Devil Essence.
"You … you've been doing pretty well these days!" Grimm looked at the Elven Priestess with a gentle smile on his face, "Tell me what you want. I'll satisfy you if I can!"
Even if you want to slap someone, you need to give them a sweet date to eat!
The other party did not slack off and prayed diligently every day. This was undoubtedly worthy of a reward.
"I … I …" The Elven Priestess' lips trembled as if she wanted to say something.
"If you don't have any requests, then forget it. I have something to attend to, so I'll be leaving first!" Grim turned around and was about to leave.
"No … I have a request …"
"Speak!"
"I want … I want to have a few companions!" The elven priestess finally mustered up her courage and made her request.
Grim turned around and looked at her. He tilted his head and thought for a moment.
"I'll bring one of your companions with me tomorrow, but you have to teach her the rules here. If you continue to perform so well, I'll release your companions one after another … "
Melinda's beautiful eyes immediately lit up, and she hurriedly rushed forward, "I'll be obedient! I'll definitely make them obedient! You … You can rest assured! "
Even in the Faern Plane, the Elven Priestesses never went through any combat training. Their only daily task was to do some cleaning and cleaning work in the Elven Shrine or Altar, and regularly hold some public prayer ceremonies.
Hence, Melinda was only at Grade 1, but her combat ability was nothing to speak of.
Grim did not say anything else. He nodded at the priestess and took two steps forward, disappearing on the spot as a pillar of flames shot into the sky.
Melinda bit her lip and thought for a long time. Finally, she knelt down under the tranquil moonlight and prayed to the crescent moon in the sky, "Great Moon Goddess, what should I do? Is what I'm doing right or wrong? I hope to receive your guidance … "
It was a pity that this was not the Faern Plane, but the incomparably powerful Magus World. The Goddess of Moonlight Mivi she prayed to had a weak divinity, and could not extend her divine force to this corner.
Hence, her prayers were destined to be in vain!
Just as Melinda fell into a state of devout prayer, Grim, who was dressed in a red robe, silently appeared somewhere in the nearby Dark Forest. He looked at the small house in the forest from a distance of five miles and the densely packed ancient trees that towered into the sky.
* Flap! * A strange sound of wings flapping could be heard.
Immediately after, a blood-red bat with a sharp beak flew out from the dark forest. It turned into a pale-faced, middle-aged nobleman in an exquisite robe in front of Grim.
"Master, what orders do you have for Venlier?"
"That small house in the forest is a secret experimental site that I've set up. I will not allow anyone to destroy it. Assign some men to seal off the area. Do not allow anyone to enter. Regardless of whether it's a magical creature or a Magus, kill anyone who enters. If there's anyone you can't deal with, inform me immediately! "
"Yes! I'll make the arrangements right away. "
Although a defensive spell formation had already been set up around the small house, Grim was still worried and sent some more men. Only when the place was tightly guarded did he feel at ease and turn around to leave.
… …
White Tower.
In a secret room.
As a streak of flames dissipated, Grim's tall figure strode out and returned to his residence.
He was now much more proficient in controlling flames. As long as he left a spell imprint somewhere, he could rely on the subtle reaction of the flames to teleport there.
Of course, this sort of mid-range teleportation could not exceed fifty miles, and required some sort of preparation beforehand. Hence, it was difficult to use it in battle.
However, after advancing to rank 3, he could now use many tactics that he had thought of long ago but could not execute due to his lack of strength.
What Grimm wanted the most at the moment was to improve his mobility!
As an Elemental Magus, only by acting as a cannon would he be able to display his strength.
However, due to the lack of mobility spells, Grim had to transform into a Balrog most of the time and act as a half-baked Flame Warrior. Now that he had advanced to rank 3, his fire spells had become more refined.
Grim and the A.I. Chip had conducted a long period of deduction and planning, and finally came up with a feasible strengthening plan.
Flamethrower!
Flamethrower was an extremely simple application of fire spells. It could gather fire elemental particles and shoot them in a fan shape in a certain direction, creating an area of fire to kill.
Now, Grim had combined the 'Flame Moulding' ability of his Blazing Set to create a suit of fire armour for himself. The purpose of this armour was not for defence, but for mobility.
It was like a small and intricate flamethrower. Under the power of Grim's own fire elemental energy, it could shoot out high-temperature flames through the tiny holes, and then use the propulsion force of the flames to achieve rapid movement within a small area.
However, Grim had to slowly get used to this rapid increase in speed.
Hence, Grim had spent two to three hours a day to train his reflexes.
In this secret room, Grim had set up hundreds of wooden spikes in a disorderly manner. He then forced himself to activate the flamethrower and pass through them at high speed.
Of course, for safety's sake, Grim had also cast a few flame shields on himself.
Unfortunately, in the first half a month, Grim had successfully turned himself into a flaming cannonball. Every time he activated the flamethrower, he would turn into a flaming meteor, smashing through countless wooden spikes and sticking to the stone wall.
If it wasn't for the Flame Shield protecting his body, he would have lost half his life here!
This miserable life lasted for half a month before Grim could barely control the speed of the flamethrower. However, when passing through the wooden spikes, the cooperation between him and the A.I. Chip would always make some unexpected mistakes, and the result of every mistake was that the wooden spikes were unlucky.
They were either burnt to a crisp by the high-temperature flames, or smashed into pieces by the flustered Grim.
Even after training for a long time, he still did not make much progress. This made Grim lose confidence in his own talent, and he could only hand over the control of the flamethrower to the A.I. Chip in his brain.
Compared to the blurry motion perception of the human brain, the A.I. Chip's control of the flamethrower was much more precise and agile.
Every time the flamethrower was activated, Grim would turn into a flaming humanoid, moving at high speed through the densely packed wooden spikes. Unfortunately, although his body was very agile, his expression did not match his body at all.
Grimm's screams never stopped as he watched the wooden stakes fly past him and the spikes rapidly approach him. After a round of practice, although he was unscathed and completed all the movements with exceptional perfection, the bean-sized beads of sweat had already soaked through his clothes.
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