You know, how to celebrate when a necromancer can obtain a level 12 Warcraft King as his undead.

In the more than 1,000 years of magical history, Abraham was the only one who could do this.

The quality and quantity of the undead determine the strength of the necromancer, and if Abraham gave the Tempest Eagle to Cathy, it would be a huge loss to his own strength.

"Oh, Frandy, don't forget, you gave me that Tempest Eagle. Now that I transfer it to your disciple, what is unacceptable about this?"

The Tempest Eagle was killed by Archmage Algernon and dragged back by Flandy, and Abraham did not play a role in it, except to pick up a ready-made corpse and transform it into an undead.

"Then your loss is too great, and you are training in the Warcraft Continent, and there is no Warcraft King to protect you, isn't it too dangerous?"

"It's okay, the Windhawk isn't as important as you think. ”

"Oh?"

"Alas...... Although it is a twelfth-level Warcraft King, it is already dead after all, no matter how slowly its corpse decays, sooner or later it will become a pile of white bones. Think about it, a flying demonic beast has lost all its feathers, only the white bones remain, and even the flying ability has disappeared, how much strength can be saved? I'm afraid that even a tenth-level demonic beast is no opponent. Abraham patiently explained.

Flandy thought about it, is the flightless Tempest Eagle still called the Tempest Eagle? Abraham was right, the undead could not cast magic, and a large part of their strength had been weakened.

The skeleton structure of the Wind Eagle is obviously not suitable for ground combat, and instead of watching its strength decline, it is better to use it for Cathy to use healing techniques to repair its flesh like this ape.

If the Tempest Eagle can also develop an attachment to Cathy like an ape, then what you get is a real Warcraft King!

"Well, then, that's it. Frandi was not hypocritical, and immediately agreed. "Cathy, thank you, Mr. Abraham!"

Cathy heard clearly from the sidelines, and was of course very happy to hear that Abraham was willing to give up the big bird to herself, and hurried to thank Abraham.

"Okay, okay, don't thank me, this was originally given to me by your teacher, thank you if you want to thank your teacher. Abraham waved his hand.

......

The next morning, Abraham did not lose his words and sent the Tempest Eagle over.

The magic trial room on the second basement floor could barely fit the Wind Eagle, and there wasn't much room for such a large magical beast to cram into, so Flandy could only put it on the edge of the magic tower where the demonic grass was grown.

There is a kilometer in circumference, and only a small part of the Demonic Grass is planted, and there is still a large open space.

The Wind Eagle has been dead for four months, even if it was the King of Warcraft before its death, its body has begun to decompose, and its feathers have fallen off a lot, and it is estimated that if it continues like this, it will not be able to fly back for another four months.

This big creature is much bigger than the undead ape, and it will probably take a long time to restore it to its original appearance.

Of course, Pei Di, Cathy, and Mu Lil have also moved here from the magic trial room to practice magic, which is not bad, as long as the magic seed is weak, you can immediately go to the magic grass of their respective attributes next to it to meditate.

More than half a month has passed since the Demon Gathering Grass was planted here, and a new batch of Demon Gathering Grass has begun to gather magical elements.

This is still due to the fact that it has been watering the plant-based magic essence, coupled with the magic of the little tree man.

The Demon Gathering Grass on the side of the artillery training ground does not have such conditions, and it has only just sprouted in half a month.

When this batch of demonic grass matures again, Flandy is not ready to plant it on a larger scale, because the number of 10,000 pieces per person is enough, and it will be a waste if he can't absorb any more.

Although it is not yet fully mature, even now, the Demon Gathering Grass has brought a lot of benefits to Flandy.

Because the number of space-based demonic grasses is relatively small, there are only more than three hundred, and they can't play a big role until they mature, but the earth-based demonic grass is different.

Those magic gathering grasses were spawned by Glenn with the help of Flandi, there are 10,000 of them, and now each of them can gather nearly a million earth-based magic elements every day, and Flandie's condensation of an earth-based magic seed needs about 60,000, so that he can bring him more than a dozen earth-based magic seeds in a day.

The key is that these magic seeds are very easy to guide, so many magic seeds only need more than half an hour to complete the meditation, and the mental power consumed is also very small, so it does not delay the normal meditation at night.

......

"Frandy, I really don't understand, isn't there a magic engine, why do you even want this electric engine?" Jerry chattered as he coiled around.

Frandi didn't bother to look at him, but Tom next to him slapped Jerry on the head.

"You think anyone can afford a magic engine? Frandy is trying to build an engine that ordinary people can use, you know?"

"But the electric engine needs electricity, and it doesn't need a generator to carry it? Isn't the generator just as unaffordable for ordinary people?"

"Uh......" Even Tom didn't know what to say now.

Indeed, they do not yet have the concept of a large power grid, and their thinking is still stuck at the point where every household needs a generator.

"Stupid, don't you know that wires can transmit electricity, and you can just pull the wires in ordinary households?" Gustav didn't even think of Tom and Jerry, and felt a little contemptuous of them.

"But who will generate electricity? with love?" Jerry was still unconvinced.

"Of course we're going to build a power plant!" said Flandy, seeing that they were all in a shackle.

"The power plant?" Jerry's eyes widened.

"yes, let me ask you, how much electricity would be generated if I made a generator from my magic seeds?"

"Well, I can't figure it out. Jerry replied honestly.

The generators he had made before were small ones, and Flandy wasn't yet the luxury of using his own fire-based magic seeds.

"My sixty-four magic seeds can at least drive a hundred of these small generators, right?

"At least a thousand, right?" asked Jerry tentatively.

Nowadays, there are no large-scale electrical machinery, only electric lights and telephones, and the load is very low, even if a thousand households use the most expensive electric lights, they actually do not use much electricity.

"Okay, even if it's a thousand, then what do we need after we build a power plant?"

"What do you need? You need fire-based magic essence. ”

"What if the Elemental Collector was connected directly to an engine made from my magic seeds, which in turn drove the generator to generate electricity?"

"Well, it doesn't seem like anything. ”

"yes, it's a lucrative deal, why can't you build a power plant?" Flandy looked at Jerry with disdain.

"But, Flandie, you're so rich, why are you still thinking about buying and selling?" Jerry looked at uncomfortably by Flandy's disdainful gaze. So he shot back.

"It's true that I have money, but have you ever thought about how many people will be needed if the power plant is built and the lines of the imperial capital's hundreds of thousands of people need to be maintained?

Jerry didn't have anything to say at this point, but he still muttered quietly, "That's not what you make the most money?"

Flandi had no choice but to say: "Yes, I make the most money, but is it a shameful thing to make money? First, I have created a lot of jobs so that many people can eat, and second, electricity will bring convenience to more people, so that they can have bright electric lights at night for very little money, you tell me, what's wrong?"

"Okay, you're right, I'm wrong!" Jerry couldn't argue with Frandy, so he had to admit his mistake.

In fact, Jerry doesn't disagree, it's just that he just loves to raise the bar, and he really doesn't make sense to himself, and the speed of admitting his mistakes is still very fast.

"But, Flandy, what's the use of the small engine you're letting us go around?" asked Gustav, curious, looking at the electric engine the size of his fist.

"Of course it works, and it's very versatile, the easiest is to make an electric fan!" replied Flandy.

"Electric fan? You mean to use it to blow people with a fan?"

"Almost, you'll understand when it's done, it's very ......"

Before Frandy finished speaking, he suddenly frowned, and said eagerly: "You guys go ahead, I'm in trouble!" and then entered the magic ladder.

Tom, Jerry, Gustav, and Katrina didn't know what was going on, but they knew that Flandy was at stake for the safety of many people, and it must be another emergency.

They guessed correctly, Flandi had indeed sensed something from a certain positioning magic seed in his body.

This magic seed used for positioning was the one that had been heavily protected in the flying machine he had built to find the powerful creature in the Demon Emperor's mouth.

When chasing the eleventh-level Wind Eagle, he had already seen the so-called powerful creature, which was the Beamon Behemoth, but the flying machine did not take it back, but let it continue to fly, wanting to explore how vast this world really was.

More than three months have passed since the initial start of the flight, and the aircraft has been flying all the way south almost non-stop, and it is conservatively estimated that it has flown hundreds of thousands of kilometers.

Since the altitude of the aircraft has been maintained at an altitude of more than 15,000 meters, nothing has happened.