As far as the current situation is concerned, rather than the question of how to extract energy from the Arcane mine, the first thing they need to consider is how to get a little Arfa ore back to study first. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

Digging the Offa Mine in the same way as other stones is obviously not going to succeed.

"If I become a dragon, I might be able to pry it up from here." After a few attempts, Crassus said with some annoyance, half self-deprecation, "But honestly, now, I'm almost out of the way with it." ”

Panting, he sat down on a nearby rock and grumbled.

His words reminded Allen.

"So, weren't you all slick when you turned into dragon form, and where did your belongings, clothes, and weapons go?"

At first, Crassus thought Alan was entertaining himself, but soon, he realized something.

"This is the dragon's spell, Dimensional Bag."

In many of the old tales that Eren is well aware, dragons are fond of plundering treasure, especially glittering gems and gold coins, and when they plunder a city, a kingdom, they will take their treasures back to their dungeons and hide them. But no one ever watched the dragon pull a box or drag the goods on his back, and the looted treasure seemed to follow it with its own long legs, which was the magic dimension bag that the dragons possessed.

It's an innate ability that almost every dragon has, like their dragon breath, and many stupid mortals have speculated that they breathe fire because of the fire sacs attached to their cheeks, but in fact, it's just one of the spells that dragons are known for.

While the dragons of Azeroth weren't as greedy as their counterparts in other stories, they knew no less than the other dragons, and after being reminded by Alan, Crassus knew what to do, and he opened his dimensional bag (even in this state he could still use it, but the window would be smaller), and he stuffed the entire ore inside.

"What now?"

"Bring it back and talk about it."

For the next few days, Crassus and Allen, in addition to giving their apprentices one lesson a day as usual, spent their time in the clearing studying the huge stone they had brought back from the forest, and in a sense, the Arcane Mine was only a part of it—it was difficult for them to completely refine and split it out, let alone cut it into the shape they wanted to be the right size.

They had already tried to quench the stone with fire, and experiments had confirmed that they could not be as successful as smelting other ores, and the arcane mine appeared to be fireproof.

"I think the main thing is the membrane, which insulates almost all the intrusion into its inner core, through which only the arcane energy can penetrate. If we can grasp the pattern of this film and change its shape, we will be able to complete the cutting. ”

It's like the Night Elves first learned to make pots out of clay, at first there were few good molds, crooked, and a lot of broken places, this kind of pottery can't hold anything at all, but only need to evenly fill the missing parts of the clay, and after repeatedly repairing and leveling it, the fired pottery is no different from the ones that were made in the first place.

That's what Allen had in mind.

"So how do you control this membrane and control it?" Crassus's words not only poured cold water on his head, but also brought the development to a standstill.

At this time, another incident in the Night Elf clan distracted Allen's attention.

That is, the horned eagle beast that he, Milune, and Harves brought back from Azhara seems to have been domesticated.

Recently, because Alan and Crassus have been obsessed with the study of the Arcane Mine, they have completely forgotten about the domestication of the Hippogriff, but fortunately he had already told Jarell about it, otherwise these hungry Hippogriffs would have starved to death miserably.

It all started one afternoon, when Alan and Crassus were still experimenting on the Alpha Mine in a clearing on the riverbank, and they were trying a new method, and Jarley was running towards them from the other side of the river, shouting: "Darth Rema, Darth Rema, no, hurry up to the camp and see, something is wrong!" ”

He ran out of breath, panting vigorously on his knees, unable to even utter a complete sentence, but looking at his nervous expression and the content of his words, Allen's heart suddenly tightened and thought that something was wrong, and quickly opened a portal and returned to the camp with Crassus. As a result, there was no at the Nima camp, if I had to say something, it was that the Hippogriff he had left in the forest on the other side ran out and was being fed by the Night Elves, especially the children were very interested in this beautiful and strange big bird, and walked to the front of the Hippogriff with three points of fear and seven points of eagerness to scatter a handful of grain, and then cowered back to the adults, and saw the Hippogriff scream as if grateful, and when he lowered his head and pecked it, the whole camp suddenly burst into laughter.

Alan looked left and right, but did not see Jare's figure, thinking that he had left him at the river beach in a hurry, but it was also a loss, otherwise Alan might have beaten him up by now - making him think that something big had happened in the clan.

Trouble! Trouble! Trouble!

Just when Alan breathed a sigh of relief and made eye contact with the horned eagle beast not far ahead, he suddenly felt that something was wrong, this thing was imprisoned in the forest by him with magic, no matter how much it struggled, it couldn't twist the cage that kept restraining it, how did it escape?

Despite the fact that the horned eagle looked so tame and did not show any hostility at all, Eren knew very well that its sharp beak and claws were not ornaments, and could easily peck at blind people's eyes and tear flesh apart, so his expression immediately became gloomy again.

In this way, Jia Lei really called himself right, because one bad thing will blind at least a few people's glasses, seriously injure a few imps and then run away, with the current speed of the Night Elves, it can't catch up with the flying Hippogriff.

Allen's displeasure was evident on his face, and he asked in a muffled voice, "Who released this horned eagle beast?" ”

Although he already had a few alternative answers, because among the current tribe of Night Elves, those who could unlock his spells could be counted on one hand, and one of them had been with him since the morning, and Crassus had no motive to do so.

The joyful atmosphere around him fell to a freezing point because of Allen's words, and the adults looked at me and I looked at you, not understanding what angered Allen, and the children looked down at their toes, as if they had done something wrong.

Fortunately, at this time, someone appeared to relieve them: "I asked Harvey to release it." ”

In Alan's sight, two other alternative answers appeared.