Chapter 61： (1/2)
He realized the priesthood within the realm of God.
I didn't feel the passage of time.
Just want to swim in the sea of thunder.
result--
Open your eyes again.
It's another year of sacrifice day.
This is the end of his sixth year as a deity.
Look through God's Domain.
Look to the outside world.
He didn't care about the Thunder Cult, which was actively preparing for the sacrifice ceremony.
Instead, he looked at a warehouse not far from the dark ancient tree Kalim.
Inside the warehouse.
Pieces of smelted Mithril were neatly placed.
A piece of Mithril.
It weighs one kilogram.
It is worth a Tier 5 item!
”One thousand one hundred and seventy-two yuan.”
A smile appeared on Li Yue's face.
The combination of gray dwarf and rat man can greatly improve efficiency.
original--
The prediction of Okalai the Grey Dwarf Wise.
It can produce about 500 kilograms of Mithril a year.
but now--
But half a year, it's almost five months.
It yielded 1,172 kilograms!
More than double the efficiency!
According to this efficiency.
One year down.
It can mine and smelt more than 2,800 kilograms!
”It turns out that the happiness of the rich is so simple, so unpretentious.”
After Li Yue got the figure of 2,800 kilograms, his smile was even brighter.
Subsequently.
He set his sights on the sacrifice this time.
If you guessed it correctly.
Sacrifice this time.
It should be the professional altar from the Hidden God.
after all.
In the Gewush tribe.
The most valuable item.
It should be this one.
but--
When seeing the offerings.
He was stunned:
”what?”
”Not that professional altar!”
”Where did this silver professional altar come from?”
A... ”?” slowly appeared on Li Yue's forehead.
In front of the ancestral temple.
The black dragon Fu Luli touched her claws.
He was holding onto a silver body.
A professional altar that looks extremely delicate and sacred.
On this professional altar.
There are a lot of reliefs of archers.
One arrow breaks through the air, two arrows plays with beads, three arrows rotates...
There is even a scene of ten arrows connected in a line, shooting a fallen angel to death.
”Bows and arrows...silver...”
”This is not the professional altar owned by the silver centaur tribe, right?”
Li Yue's expression was a little weird.
Six months ago.