There is no shortage of high-level wizards in the wizarding world.

And in order to continue their bloodline, these high-level wizards are also constantly trying various fertility methods.

Whether it is natural breeding or laboratory cultivation, there is always the possibility of giving birth to powerful offspring, but there is a greater chance of giving birth to a bloodline descendant who does not have any elemental talents.

With the difficulty of giving birth to bloodline descendants with high-level wizards, the descendants of such mortals in the past can only be abandoned, allowing them to enjoy the honor of a lifetime in the worldly realm and then die so ordinary. If a high-level wizard lives a little longer, it is possible to send away more than ten generations of descendants in one go.

The demonic essence refined by high-level alchemy lacks vitality, and even if it is purified again, it is impossible to give mortals new magical attributes. But these demonic spirits from the mutated moon well have a strange breath of life, once they are purified to a certain level, they even have the ability to turn decay into magic, so that mortals can also have magical power!

This also has another guarantee for many high-level wizards who are eager to give birth to bloodline descendants, and they have no regrets.

It's just that with the current output of the mutated moon well, only 50 grams of demon essence can be purified every month, and it will take half a year to make up the share of purifying powerful demon essence.

However, considering the vastness and bright future of the powerful elf, Grim has set the price of the powerful elf at 2 million magic crystals deep down. After all, this is a unique business, and he's never heard of anything like it anywhere else!

Although breeding flowers can achieve a similar effect, this consumable curiosity can be reduced by one. Moreover, no one can know where they grow in the Great Thousand Planes, and they are far less powerful than the powerful demon spirits in front of them.

Moreover, 2 million magic crystals may be a sky-high price for low-level wizards, but for those high-level wizards, it is just the basic cost of a large-scale witchcraft experiment. If you spend 2 million magic crystals, you can guarantee that there will be no 'mediocre talents' among the offspring you born, and what high-level wizard will be stingy with magic crystals in this regard?

While Grim silently watched Melinda's every move, the other party finally completed a pious prayer ritual and slowly recovered from a mental trance.

As soon as she opened her eyes, Melinda saw the terrible 'demon' standing at her side, with a majestic and heroic figure!

The other party was only a meter away from her.

Melinda exclaimed, then covered her mouth again, and her figure fell backwards again and again, looking like she was cowering in fear.

Grim didn't care about the cowardice of the elven priestess.

Leaning out of his figure, he looked down slightly at the half-stored moon water in the moon well, and a satisfied smile appeared on his face. In another three or five days, it would be enough to purify the share of the first bottle of Powerful Demon Essence's monthly water.

"You...... It's been a good time!" Grim looked at the elven priestess with a gentle smile on his face: "Say, you can put forward any requirements you have, and I will definitely meet them!"

A slap also gives a sweet date to eat!

The other party did not slack off and prayed diligently every day, which should undoubtedly be rewarded.

"I ...... I'll ......" The elven priestess's lips trembled slightly, and she looked like she wanted to say something.

"If you don't ask for it, forget it, I have something to go first!" Grim turned to leave.

"No...... I have a request ......"

"Say!"

"I want to ...... I want to have a few companions to accompany you!" The elven priestess finally had the audacity to make a request.

Grim turned around, looked at the other man, and tilted his head in thought.

"I'll bring one of your companions tomorrow, but teach her the rules here. If you continue to perform so well in the future, I will release all your companions one after another......"

Melinda's beautiful pupils immediately lit up, and she hurriedly said, "I will be obedient! I will make them obedient, you ...... You can rest assured of me!"

Even on the plane of Faun, the elven priestess never trained in any combat. Their only daily tasks are to do some cleaning and cleaning in the temple or altar of the elves, and to hold regular public prayer ceremonies.

Therefore, Melinda has a level 1 level, but she really can't talk about it in terms of combat power.

Grim didn't say anything more, bowed his head at the priestess, took two steps out, and disappeared on the spot with a burst of flames.

Melinda bit her lip tightly, thought for a long time, and finally knelt down under the quiet moonlight again, and prayed silently to the bright moon that showed a crooked corner on the sky: "Your Great Moon God, what should I do? What I am doing now is right or wrong, I hope to get your guidance......"

It's a pity that this is not the plane of Faun, but the extremely powerful wizarding world, and the moonlight god Mi Wei she prayed to has a low godhead power, and she can't extend her divine power to this corner at all.

So, her prayers were doomed!

And just as Melinda fell into a state of sincere prayer again, Grim, dressed in a red witch robe, silently appeared somewhere in the nearby Black Forest, looking at the forest hut from a distance of nearly five miles and dense towering ancient trees.

There was a strange flapping of wings.

Immediately, a blood-red sharp-beaked bat flew out of the deep and dark forest, and turned into a pale middle-aged man in a beautiful robe in front of Grim.

"My lord, I wonder what you have to call Wenlil?"

"That forest hut is a secret test site that I have set up, and no outsiders are allowed to destroy it. Assign some men to cordon off the neighborhood so that no outsiders can break in. Whether it's a monster or a wizard, once you break in, you can't kill them. If you can't deal with the guy, let me know as soon as possible!"

"Yes! I'll arrange it. ”

Although a protective witch array had been set up near the forest hut, Grim was not at ease and sent some more people. It wasn't until it was tightly guarded that he turned around and left.

…………

White Tower.

A secret room.

As a flame dissipated, Grim's tall figure strode out and returned to his abode.

Now he has become more and more proficient in driving flames. As long as he left a pre-existing sorcery mark somewhere, he could teleport directly through it with the subtle sense of the flames.

Of course, this medium-range flame teleportation distance cannot exceed 50 miles, and it also requires some kind of arrangement in advance, so it is difficult to make a temporary arrangement during a battle.

However, since being promoted to Tier 3, many tactics that have been conceived in the past but cannot be implemented due to strength can also be used.

At the moment, what Grim wants to optimize the most is his mobility!

As an elemental wizard, acting as a firepower turret is the only way to truly play to your strengths.

However, the extreme lack of mobile sorcery in the past has forced Grim to transform into a firefiend and act as a half-hung flame warrior on many occasions. Now that it has become a 3rd order, the fire sorcery has become more and more sophisticated and subtle.

Grim and the chip conducted a long period of deduction and planning, and finally came up with a feasible strengthening plan.

Flamethrower engine!

Flamethrower is an extremely simple application of fire sorcery, which can fan out the gathered fire elemental particles in a certain direction to form a flame face kill.

Now, Grim has combined the 'Flame Shape' ability from the Flame Set to condense a pair of Flame Armor for himself. The purpose of this armor is not to defend, but to maneuver.

Like a tiny and tiny flamethrower engine, driven by Grim's own huge flame energy, it can spray high-temperature flames outward with the help of tiny holes, and then use the thrust reverser force of the flames to achieve rapid movement in the local space.

It's just that this drastic increase in movement speed still requires Grim to adapt slowly.

Therefore, these days, Grim has set aside 2-3 hours a day to exercise his nervous reflexes.

Inside the chamber, Grim laid out hundreds of spiked stakes, and then forced himself to turn on his flamethrower engine, passing through it at super-high speeds.

Of course, to be on the safe side, Grim also blessed himself with a few flame shields.

Unfortunately, in the first half a month, Grim managed to turn himself into a flaming cannonball. Every time the flamethrower engine turned on, he transformed into a meteor, breaking countless wooden stakes along the way, and then sticking to the stone wall.

If it weren't for the flame shield body, I'm afraid half of his life would have been confessed here!

Such a sad day lasted for half a month, and Grim was barely able to control the speed of the flamethrower engine. However, when walking through the stake array, there will always be some unpredictable mistakes in the cooperation between him and the chip, and the end of each mistake is, of course, the stakes have bad luck.

Either it was scorched by the jet of high-temperature flames, or it was torn apart by a scrambling Grim.

After training for a long time, he still didn't make much progress, which also made Grim completely lose confidence in his athletic talent, and could only transfer all the control of the flamethrower engine to the chip in his brain.

Compared with the fuzzy motion perception of the human brain, the chip's control of the flamethrower engine is more delicate and flexible.

Whenever the flamethrower engine is activated, Grim will transform into a flame humanoid, quickly flashing and retreating through the dense spiked wooden stakes at a high speed. It's a pity that although his figure is very agile, his expression is completely inconsistent with his figure.

Looking at the stakes that were rapidly slashing in front of his eyes, and watching the spikes approaching in front of him, Grim's screams never stopped. After a practicum of practice, although he was unscathed and completed all the movements perfectly, the beads of sweat the size of the bean had soaked all his clothes.

This kind of first-person perspective practice is even more exciting than doing a roller coaster a hundred times in a previous life!