0p0 Chapter 355 Large Mushroom Cultivation Technique
Chapter 355 Large Mushroom Cultivation Technique
Mushrooms, a fungus, do not need photosynthesis.
However, due to the lack of living things in the underground world, they no longer absorb nutrients from decaying matter to grow themselves, but instead absorb minerals from stones as their own nutrients.
At the same time, approximately every ten acres of mushroom fields would give birth to a mushroom man that was over fifteen feet tall—this size was much taller than the one that Ivan and his team had encountered before;
Strictly speaking, what Alvin and his two companions had encountered before was just a mushroom man that had not yet fully grown, but the mushroom man's main method of attack was hallucinogenic spore dust.
Regardless of size, the aggressiveness is actually not much different, the only difference is the length of time it takes to release spore dust.
When a mushroom-man in a mushroom field is killed or disappears, another mushroom-man will appear there within two months.
The weight of the giant mushroom, the Fungus Man, alone exceeds the total weight of the mushrooms in the ten acres of land, reaching a terrifying eight to ten tons, which is almost eighteen thousand pounds.
This is heavier than an adult African elephant on the blue planet.
Moreover, mushroom people are not animals, have no self-awareness, and naturally do not have various complex biological organs.
To put it simply, all of these 18,000 pounds can be used as food rations.
Dark elves are small in stature and don't have big appetites.
In addition, the proportion of men is very low, and the average food intake is less than 300 pounds per year.
In other words, five mushroom men could feed the dark elves of an entire city for a month, and they might not be able to finish eating them.
Alvin knew nothing about growing mushrooms.
Even if it is possible, the cultivation methods of these mineral-eating mushrooms from another world must be very different from those on Blue Planet.
So, Alvin began to try to use the knowledge of druids to design a large-scale mushroom-man cultivation plan on his own.
The first is to reduce the floor space required for mushroom growth.
It is really easy. All you have to do is shape the stone that will serve as nutrients into a cube and then plant the mushrooms on the inner wall of the cube.
Firstly, the mushroom seedlings spawned by the inward-growing mushrooms will naturally appear inside the cube, preventing these aggressive guys from releasing illusions and causing danger;
Secondly, it would be very convenient to add stones from the outside. For the dark elves who were born with the ability to float and almost all of them could hover in the air, any cube, no matter how high it was, would not be a problem.
Thus, on Irvin's ghostly drawing, there appeared a square tower-shaped building that was 50 feet long and wide, feet high, and had a small door at the bottom.
Looking at the Nimia that Ivan had scribbled, he leaned over to the drawing and studied it for a long time.
"Mr. Ivan, is this a fat stalagmite that you drew?"
Rolling his eyes at the 1.4-meter-tall man, Alvin continued his thinking.
According to the description of the dark elves, fungus people are extremely dangerous. Only a team composed of high-level spellcasters and skilled warriors can fight against these big guys who release hallucinogenic spore dust based on instinct.
But now that he knew the problem, these mushroom people who relied on dust contact to launch hallucinogenic attacks no longer seemed as dangerous as they should have been in Alvin's opinion.
Wouldn't it be enough if everyone had one set of protective clothing?
Protect your entire body with materials with strong isolation properties. No matter whether the spores and dust enter your respiratory tract or through your pores, they will become useless in front of the protective clothing.
Thus, another ghost painting diagram came into being thanks to Alvin's efforts.
"What is this? Some kind of fat deep gnome?"
Nimia poked her head out and asked in confusion.
……
After resting for more than half a month, Lal finally regained consciousness in his own kingdom of God.
She opened her eyes and saw Morgan, who looked worried, and Tymora, who was covered in gold coins, and she gave a grateful smile.
"Thank you, thank you. I thought I would be eaten alive by that scary half-dragon..."
The delicate face of the goddess of celebration, Lal, showed a look of relaxation after surviving a disaster.
"No need to thank me, I didn't do anything."
The jingling goddess of luck, Tymora, swung her arm, and a gold coin separated from the pendant and floated in the air.
Then, the gold coin suddenly grew larger, and its smooth, mirror-like surface reflected scenes like a movie, showing the scenes of Ivan's battle with Valam that were recorded at that time.
"Ah... that ice elemental is so big - well, it was knocked down in one hit...
Huh? That seems to be the King of the Frost Giants. How come he is a dragon?
Eh? Eh! That's Ivan!
Uh...how did he get thrown into the half-dragon's nostrils...
So disgusting... I want to break up with him..."
Seeing Lal, who had recovered his spirit and was as happy as a little rabbit, Morgan's mood, which had been hanging in the air, also relaxed.
"Ivan saved your life this time...
If he knew you were going to break up with him, he would be heartbroken."
Morgan, who looked like an orc girl, started teasing her best friend.
And Taimora, who had just finished showing a movie, looked at Lal, who had a silly look on his face and was complaining, with a funny look on his face.
"Lal! Oh! dear Lal.
If you dislike this human who has drilled through the nostrils of a half-dragon, why don’t you give him to me?
My lucky kingdom is still lacking a male lover..."
"Don't even think about it! Don't even think about it! Go away!"
Unable to withstand the provocation, Lar instantly jumped up and pounced on Tymora with his fangs and claws.
Morgan, who was watching the show on the side, was hit on the butt by Tymora's small gold coin. The orc girl, feeling a little pain, also joined the sisters in the fight.
For a moment, there was laughter and celebration in the Kingdom of God.
These three goddesses, who have a huge age span, use this method to vent the pressure accumulated during this period.
But suddenly, a strange wave appeared in the hearts of the three gods at the same time.
Tymora, who had the highest level of divine power, stopped tickling Lar's itch pit and looked into the distance with a serious expression.
"Is this... the direction of the Elven Kingdom?"
Morgan looked at Tymora uncertainly.
As an orcish deity, she didn't have much contact with the elven pantheon.
But for Lar, who is in charge of celebration and often attends various parties, he has actually come into contact with elves and gods before.
"Yes, that direction is the kingdom of the elves.
I was invited to a hot spring party of Hanali Celanil before...
But what exactly is this strange fluctuation?"
At this time, Tymora, who was covered with gold coins, took two steps forward.
This time, the gold coins on her body did not clink with her movements.
The goddess of luck's expression was unusually serious, and her tone became extremely low.
"Something has surrounded the Kingdom of Elves..."