I'm a mage, what's wrong with loving farming?

Chapter 128 128. Timid but capable mycelium, Butterfly Gold Mine

Grafting magic plants with magic plants, Croya has done this more than once, but magic plants and magic beasts...

It's really the first time.

The first thing is to choose the right magic plant.

If you need to have strong vitality, it is best to have a simple personality and be able to deceive... No, it makes sense.

After thinking for a while, he focused on the bacteria on the soles of his feet.

Archaeobacteria.

Since they can survive on the cold and dry seabed for so long until they are awakened by the power of Mother Earth, their vitality should be extremely tenacious.

In fact, at that moment, he thought of Phalaenopsis.

But think about it...could cordyceps work too? Although it is different from the ordinary version of Cordyceps Sinensis.

He bent down, reached out and gently touched the endless ancient grass fungi on the ground, extending his consciousness into them.

This strange ancient pasture fungus is of course conscious, but Croya has never observed it carefully, because the power it releases may affect him.

Of course, that was before level three.

Now that he is a third-level mage, it should not be difficult for him to figure out the consciousness of these fungi.

When he extended his consciousness in, he did feel the consciousness belonging to the ancient grass fungus. The only problem was that this consciousness... was very small.

It stands to reason that the consciousness of the magic plant should be closely related to the strength of the astral body. The astral body of the ancient grass fungus is actually very powerful.

But its consciousness is very small.

Almost too small to be noticed, it cowered in the huge astral body, looking pitifully like a stunted baby.

"Why are you so small?"

Croya didn't dare to make any big moves, but when his consciousness stretched over, the other party shrank in with a swish.

Exuding a trembling consciousness——

"Don't...don't come here."

"Afraid, afraid."

"I'll feed you, can you please stop touching me?"

Along with this awareness, the ancient grass fungus suddenly grew wildly, directly growing to seven or eight meters tall... From a small piece of grass, it turned into an existence like a pillar.

Standing in front of him, he immediately opened his mouth.

Croya: "..."

"ah?"

Can you grow so tall?

He suddenly realized something. He seemed to have heard of some special magical beasts and magical plants that used spiritual power, the so-called "soul", as food.

Is there such a possibility: the soul and spiritual power of ancient grass fungi are also "food"?

This strange ancient pasture fungus seems to be specially used to breed Warcraft. Maybe this is really possible.

Not only can you breed grass-eating animals, but you can also breed soul-eating monsters.

After having this conjecture, Croya tried to feel it, and the result was that he felt inexplicably...

It smells so good.

It was obviously such a small piece, but it had an indescribable allure that made him couldn't help but lick his lips.

As if sensing Croya's consciousness, the poor bacteria suddenly shrank tighter and shivered.

"Don't……"

Consciousness can naturally affect the outside world, so its body also begins to tremble.

To be honest, there is a sharp contrast between such a small mycelial consciousness and such a big mushroom.

Seeing this, Croya suppressed this desire.

"do not be afraid."

He directly conveyed the awareness that he would not eat it, and reassured him for a while.

The power from the tranquil serenade and orange carol can naturally soothe this little fungus, and it soon becomes less fearful.

Through this communication, Croya was able to confirm that it was definitely intelligent enough, so he directly asked it whether it could be combined with the Golden Divine Butterfly.

I thought it would take a lot of trouble, but this guy actually answered immediately:

"Is it powerful?"

"Won't you let me be eaten?"

"Can I get out of here?"

Three consecutive questions expressed its eagerness.

The Golden Divine Butterfly is definitely strong. As a level four demonic insect, it cannot be said to be domineering. At least it can be regarded as dominating one party.

Naturally, they won’t be eaten.

And since it is a demonic insect that can fly, it can of course fly around at will and leave here.

"Can."

He offered assurance: "Of course."

The consciousness of the ancient grass fungus seemed to be silent for a brief moment, and its originally huge body suddenly shrank, and finally returned to its original shape.

It pulled itself out directly from the earth, with small mycelium forming its legs and feet, and it ran to Croya's side.

Although it has no eyes, you can still feel its pitiful appearance, like a puppy begging for food.

"You're actually still leaving?"

He felt that he usually didn't care too much about mycelium, why could he still walk and run?

What shocked him even more was that the hyphae that were firmly rooted in the ground around him didn't know if they felt something.

They began to squirm densely.

They were all pulled out of the ground and surrounded Croya.

You know, there are more than ten acres of land here now.

So many ancient pasture fungi came like a tide, exposing large areas of gray-brown land. To be honest, it was a bit scary.

"We want it too."

"Protect!"

"Safety!"

Waves of consciousness came one after another.

This was the first time that Croya felt that the power of the Astral Body Imprinting Technique was a bit annoying, it was really too much.

When these timid bacteria discovered the possibility of protecting themselves, the power they unleashed can only be described as exaggerated.

What's more, their own mental power and consciousness are actually very tough, and they are estimated to be equivalent to level 4 or close to level 5 magic plants.

Even the mental power of the sunflower elves is like a weak child in front of them.

With so many, one can imagine how terrifying it would be to gather them together.

Anyway, Croya really spent a lot of effort at this moment to barely suppress their consciousness.

In fact, it's not impossible. Anyway, there are still more than a dozen gold-eating worms here, which is enough for more than a dozen.

But it wouldn’t be enough if everyone came.

He could only think of a way to convey his meaning:

"You can do this if you want. As long as you can keep my monsters fat and strong, I promise you can take one of them every month!"

"..."

The ancient grass fungi were silent for a while, and then immediately ran towards the chickens, ducks and sheep who were taking a leisurely stroll.

Chicken, duck and sheep: "???"

Some of them may have been dumbfounded because they didn't understand the current situation. The ancient grass fungi crawled onto their bodies, got close to their mouths, and poked directly into their mouths.

Of course they can't understand the consciousness of the ancient grass fungi, nor do they understand this situation, but Croya heard it clearly——

"Eat us!"

"eat quickly!"

"Ahhh, I'm delicious!"

Of course, the food that is fed to the mouth is not eaten for free. The chickens, ducks and sheep do not move, just letting these ancient pasture fungi drill into their mouths.

They just started chewing it.

Whenever it is about to gnaw at the roots of the mycelium, the ancient herbaceous fungus will escape, allowing it to take root in the soil and grow again.

The ancient pasture fungi at the back will take over.

Such alternation is almost like assembly line feeding.

Through the astral body engraving technique, Croya was able to discover that as long as there is still a little bit of their hyphae left, they can grow again.

In just such a short period of time, the chickens, ducks and sheep gathered together under the leadership of the leaders of their respective groups, lying down peacefully and enjoying the door-to-door delivery of ancient grass fungi.

"You guys do know how to enjoy it." Croya shook his head and withdrew his gaze.

That's okay, as long as they don't forcefully stuff it, it doesn't matter. There isn't much to eat anyway, but there is less effort to find food.

If this continues, they should grow quite quickly.

"Try to pick it up now."

Croya reached out and touched the Golden Divine Butterfly, looked at the latter's body, and thought about where to cast the magic of splicing severed limbs.

"How about putting it on your legs. When you land, you can absorb the life force through the ancient grass fungi."

The Golden Divine Butterfly understood what Croya meant, the golden halo on its wings jumped, and a butterfly saluted respectfully towards Croya.

"Just endure the pain."

He first engraved the broken limbs of its leg joints and the ancient grass fungus he had found, and then broke them off with force.

There was a crisp sound.

The poor butterfly suddenly trembled violently.

The aura on its body suddenly became weaker, even a little sluggish, and golden liquid flowed from its broken leg.

"Golden blood."

Croya's heart moved, and he took a bottle to catch the liquid, which was only a few milliliters at most.

Then, press the ancient grass fungus to the location of its broken leg.

The mycelium immediately took the initiative to wrap around its wound. In the field of vision of the astral body engraving technique: the golden astral body representing the golden butterfly and the emerald green star spirit of the ancient grass fungus can be clearly seen. The bodies are uniting.

After a while, the mycelium completely poured into it, forming a shape similar to the legs of a butterfly, which was a bit incompatible with the golden color of the Golden Divine Butterfly.

[Successful engraving, golden divine butterfly legs, ancient pasture fungi (severing of broken limbs. 】

[The Golden Divine Butterfly can draw enough vitality from the ancient grass fungus to sustain its own movements, and it will also possess the abilities of the ancient grass fungus. 】

[The seal at this moment is applicable to all gold-eating worms, the combination of golden divine butterflies and ancient grass fungi. 】

After the prompt came, the Golden Divine Butterfly fell to the ground by itself, and the ancient grass fungus on its two legs extended mycelium and penetrated into the ground.

It looked like there was an emerald green base underneath the butterfly, but nothing weird happened.

It seemed to be in very good condition, flapping its wings excitedly, with golden particles and phosphorus powder flying from its wings.

Floating towards the surroundings.

In just a blink of an eye, the surrounding area turned into a golden and dazzling place.

Apparently, the dirt on the ground has turned to gold.