Chapter 910 Advance to Become a Priest in Front of the Lord of Thunder?

Are you going to advance now?

The Lord of Thunder looked deeply at this youngest disciple. Grete's shoulders were slightly drawn in, his neck was stiff, and his whole figure seemed to be shrinking into a ball as much as possible, and it seemed that he would jump up if he was touched——

Why are you so nervous?

Do I still feel that I have been criticized, I have lost face, and I am angry and blaming you?

The Lord of Thunder was half angry, half amused. He lowered his eyes slightly to cover these fleeting thoughts, and said calmly:

"Oh, I need to advance. Then let's go here - no, move a little bit, there was a battle here just now, and the elements are a bit disordered."

Halfway through, the flying carpet had automatically risen and floated into the distance. It passed one hilltop, two hilltops... without stopping, as if the teacher was not satisfied with the elemental environment below.

Gretel has been sitting stiffly on the flying carpet, trying hard to expand his perception and choose a place where the elements are more balanced and stable, suitable for his advancement. However, Serila whispered from the side:

"Don't you have to go to the Mage Tower?"

"Mage Tower? No need." Regarding Cerela, the Lord of Thunder's voice was a little softer and a little more patient:

"To advance from level eight to level nine, you need to face the world directly and resonate with the whole world to the maximum extent. When you stay in the Mage Tower at this time, the first thing that resonates with you is the Mage Tower, and what you absorb is also filtered and integrated by the Mage Tower. elements, but restricted his path.”

"Oh..." The silver dragon girl looked over at Gretel's face, feeling slightly pleased:

"I thought it was far away!"

"Far?"

The Lord of Thunder smiled. It's only a hundred or two hundred miles from here to the royal capital. If he takes Gretel and speeds up the flight, it won't take long at all. If you are really in a hurry, you can take Gretel into your own demiplane, activate the teleportation spell, and be able to cross over in an instant.

If it's still not enough, if Gretel advances in his demiplane, will there be a lack of power to absorb? It’s not like Cerela herself has not had the experience of unfolding her true body, absorbing elements for Gretel, and acting as the elemental pool of the mage tower...

"You don't have to help him this time." Thinking of this, the Lord of Thunder gave an additional instruction:

"It doesn't matter if the time is longer. It's best not to interfere with the resonance with the world. Don't worry, I'll watch. There won't be any problems."

Cerira nodded obediently. Gretel suddenly said:

"I think it's good here."

Um?

The flying carpet stopped. The Lord of Thunder glanced at Gretel in confusion, let go of his senses, and turned slightly. In his opinion, the elements on the mountain below are not too abundant, nor are they too active... Of course, in terms of balance, it is just average.

However, if Grete thinks it’s good, then it’s good.

The flying carpet stopped, and Gretel jumped down without the help of the teacher. The Feather Falling Technique was activated, and it swayed down to the ground and fell into an open space on the top of the mountain. Without thinking, I found a rock and sat on it...

There are twenty or thirty rocks, high and low, large and small, arranged around the open space to form a stone ring.

The Lord of Thunder has been paying attention to Gretel's movements. Seeing this circle of stone rings, I couldn't help but take a deep breath and exhale again:

So was Grete’s choice of this place influenced by the Order of the God of Nature?

Was it the aura of the God of Nature that attracted him to this place?

After working on it for a long time, the person he wants to advance to is not a mage, but a priest?

A little funny for a moment, but also a little upset, the Lord of Thunder shook his head and moved the flying carpet back a little further. Falling to the ground, he set out the tables, chairs, and tea sets, minding his own business, and only used his mental power to focus on one point from afar.

In the middle of the stone ring, soft but clear fluctuations have spread. Like seeds sprouting, like new shoots sprouting green, like the spring breeze blowing, the mountains and forests are covered with spring clothes one by one.

It was as if he was not alone, but the entire forest was resonating and growing with him.

"Teacher...this..."

Archmage Baierbo couldn't help but speak out. The Lord of Thunder shook his head gently:

"It's okay. Just wait and see."

He sorted through the research, papers published, and things Grete had done during this period, and pondered it calmly. To be honest, Grete has stayed at level eight for quite a long time, more than a year...

Of course, this is quite long and is compared with Gretel himself. Generally speaking, most magicians stay at this level for seven to eight to ten years. There are many people who are stuck here their entire lives.

His own direct disciples are generally selected based on the criteria of "prospective to advance to legend". Even so, it is not unusual to wait for five or six years at levels eight to nine, depending on accumulation and opportunity.

Of course, the results that Grete achieved in more than a year would have taken several years for anyone else. After enough accumulation, when the time comes to advance, it won't be surprising if something happens.

Just watch!

The Lord of Thunder slowly poured himself half a cup of coffee, pulled out a ball of milk with a flick of his hand, and began to froth the milk. The milk swirled rapidly, creating dense bubbles little by little. Just when I was about to pour it into the coffee, a green leaf swayed and floated into the cup.

The Lord of Thunder stared at the new leaf and remained silent for a long time. Next to him, Archmage Philby made a sound and laughed:

"It seems that Little Grete has advanced smoothly!"

The moment Grete took his seat, he had already fallen into meditation, or in other words, into a dialogue with the world. The wind rustled around him, and the tall oak, beech, and holly shook their dark green leaves to welcome him;

Below the trees, shrubs that are half a man tall are about to wither or shrink in strength, and wild grasses are preparing to survive the winter. Their grass spikes are hanging low to express a vague respect;

Birds spread their wings, squirrels jumped, wild mice hurriedly gathered up grains and dived into their holes, centipedes, snakes and insects crawled away in panic under the fallen leaves...

The entire mountains and forests, the entire world, surround and echo the children of nature.

Gretel took a deep breath. He looked around and found a particularly wide and smooth lying cow stone, and lay down on it. He stretched his limbs and closed his eyes comfortably:

No thoughts, no memories, no thoughts, no thoughts. Don't think about the elements, nature, or the identity of the traveler, just follow your intuition, expand your perception, and integrate into the world.

Just like when I was in Aiolan, I fully mobilized the vegetation in the land of inheritance, but there was less anger;

Just like when fighting old Morgan, when fighting the two enemies just now, he blended into nature, listened to the sounds of nature, and became less vigilant;

Like a baby sleeping in its mother's arms, like a fish drifting and swaying with the waves. It turns out that he himself is also a part of the world!

...In the dark, deep, or rather ignorant perception, a little light lit up.

A little bit of shimmer. It's like the morning light illuminating the night, and like the seeds sprouting new shoots. Soft and childish, yet tough and strong. Sprouting, sprouting leaves, pushing away soil, pushing away rocks...

On the upper side, the leaves are spread out to receive sunlight; on the lower side, the rhizomes are extended to absorb rain, dew and minerals. It circulates in the body and builds a solid body, rising inch by inch and foot by foot.

Animals, plants, insects; soil, moisture, sunlight...

It’s not enough!

Gretel thought to himself.

Sunlight shines on the ground, bringing energy, temperature, and atmospheric circulation and ocean currents; and atmospheric circulation and ocean currents connect places thousands of miles away.

Just like this year without summer, a volcanic eruption thousands of miles away affected the Kingdom of Kent, the Old World, and at least the New World in the northern hemisphere...

When this thought arose, the whole world suddenly expanded. It reaches the flowing clouds at the top and the earth's crust at the bottom. It is pushed outwards from the middle and spreads out far away. In the sky, clouds roll and relax, the sun rises and sets; underground, everything grows, and the ocean currents are deep.

The maps I had seen in the parliament, every inch of land I had traveled through over the years, and the world maps that had been modified under the guidance of Golden Dragon Diamond, piece by piece, quietly emerged in the world of meditation.

Reflect, connect -

fracture!

Too far!

With my mental power, even with the improvement and blessing of the world's will, I can't cover such a far place!

Gretel promptly disconnected from the far distance. Shrink your mind and begin to sink into the world around you. The shape of every rock, every spray of a stream, every weed, every big tree, the many springs, summers, autumns and winters spent...

The trees are dense and swaying in the wind. The natural breath circulates silently, and those oak trees that have shrunk their strength and begun to spend the winter quietly burst out a new green leaf.

Gretel, on the other hand, was immersed in the vast natural breath, letting them infiltrate his limbs and bones, and immersed himself in his own world of meditation.

From the oak stick, from the place of inheritance, and from the mountain forest where he stands now, the endless knowledge, experience, and perceptions of his predecessors resonate with him. Finally, it was mixed into a question as high and far as Tongzhong Dalu:

"What do you think this world is like? What should it be like?"

"As I understand it now. Of course, my understanding of this world is not complete and needs more exploration and research." In the dark, Grete replied in his heart:

"It should be a cyclic, balanced, and healthy world. It should be developed. Only development can solve more problems, and development depends on people's cognition and research..."

The mountains are vast and the world is silent. There was only more natural breath, silently, sinking into Gretel's body. Looking from a distance, the entire mountains are covered with a faint layer of green.

"Good guy, which brother of the sect is this, advanced here?"

A loud voice suddenly sounded in mid-air. A huge goshawk spread its wings and circled back and forth high in the sky, with a wingspan of at least two meters.

Suddenly, it converged its wings, rushed down like a shooting star, landed straight next to the Lord of Thunder, and turned into an old man with a ruddy face:

"Is he your disciple? Little Gretel? Such a big movement?"

The Lord of Thunder turned his head silently, not wanting to answer a word.

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