The correct way to open the elf

Chapter 380: Golden Book and Secret

"The air, that is, the atmosphere of Green where we live, has various stratification modes from the bottom to the top based on temperature, composition, ionization, photochemical reaction, and the control of geomagnetism.

Magicians and goblins who pilot goblin airships can fly high into the sky, so you must have intuitively felt the temperature drop as you rise higher.

But you definitely don’t know that when you fly high enough, the temperature will rise rapidly as the altitude increases.

When the altitude reaches six hundred miles, the temperature will exceed one thousand degrees.

If you can't imagine how hot a thousand degrees is, let me tell you a more intuitive concept: the melting point of silver is about nine hundred and sixty degrees.

That is to say, at that height, in theory the silver coin would melt directly.

Of course, this is only a theoretical situation. It is not the case in reality, but it is not much different.

And this is just the thermosphere, also called the warm layer, which is stratified according to temperature.

The atmosphere can be roughly divided into the troposphere, stratosphere, mesosphere, thermosphere and exosphere according to temperature. In other words, six hundred miles is not the thickness of the air.

My hometown measured that the height of our reaching the outer edge of the exosphere is about 45,000 miles above sea level.

Of course, this is Green, and the situation may be a little different, but I think the thickness of its atmosphere cannot be less than 20,000 or 30,000 miles, and it may even be thicker.

So, the question is, how high can the best flying wind mage fly? "

Cromwell was speechless for a long time before he said uncertainly, "You're kidding, aren't you?"

Feng Yu smiled and said, "Just think of me as joking. Air is the best protection given to us by the stars we live in, but it is also the first restriction on us when we leave the cradle.

I have seen the sky of the underworld. Mr. Dempsey told me that the layer of clouds that glow like cumulonimbus clouds is the barrier of the underworld.

How should I put it? I feel that the creatures in the underworld are actually quite pitiful. They are the most suitable race to live in the starry sky, but it’s a pity that the underworld didn’t even give them the chance to leave their cradles.”

Cromwell sighed for a long time and said, "I always feel that what you said is true, but I don't want to think about it anymore. It doesn't matter.

But what I want to tell you is that you only know one thing and not the other. Who told you that the souls in the underworld cannot leave their cradle?
If those plane creatures really cannot transcend their planes, then how did the gods in ancient myths and legends become gods?

Although the planes do not have enough perfect rules for them to become magic saints, the incomplete rules compared to the main material world can be...or should I say stolen."

Cromwell thought for a while before saying a word, and then continued: “The rules of the main material world where Green is located are comprehensive and stable.

When a great mage finds an opportunity to be promoted to a mage saint, the power of rules he obtains is more like the power bestowed by the rules of the main material world. A mage saint is more like a child of the rules of the plane of the main material world, and has the ability to use the power of rules.

But the strong ones in those planes are different. As long as they have certain opportunities, they can even steal the authority of those incomplete rules, place themselves above the rules of the planes, and imprint their will on the rules of the planes.

You know what they were back then?"

"Gods! Will they be able to control the entire plane by then? And then raise a bunch of people to believe in them and absorb the power of faith?
This routine is too old and meaningless. "

"What are you talking about?

At that time, they had indeed been deified. The plane they controlled, that is, the world of gods, could directly absorb pure magic power outside the plane barrier to strengthen the plane itself.

And strengthening the plane itself means strengthening the God who has merged with the plane."

Cromwell smiled contemptuously and said, "It's a pity that a plane is a plane and is not accepted by the main material world. They have merged too thoroughly with the plane, so naturally they will not be accepted by the main material world."

Feng Yu smiled and said, "Does this count as cutting oneself off from the main material world?"

“Yes, from now on they can control the planes to approach or move away from the Gryn world.

However, even if their plane is close to the main material world and the door to the plane is opened, the elemental power within their plane will still flow into the main material world.

But they themselves can no longer enter the main material world, unless they sacrifice the plane they dominate and come to Grion to become a top magician.

Moreover, they will never be able to become holy in the Grion plane again."

Feng Yu said: "Like the dragon race?"

Cromwell nodded: "Yes, just like the dragons."

"Does the Dragon Clan have a Dragon God?"

“No, they offered a sacrifice through a magic circle. The sacrifice was the plane where the entire dragon clan existed, and the beneficiaries were themselves.

The elves even told you about the past of the dragons, didn’t they tell you this?”

"I did, but I think the information you got from the dragons might be different from the records of the elves."

"The dragons are not that boring, but I am very curious why the elves told you this kind of news. It's not that the elves don't trust you, but this kind of news is rarely known to ordinary people. I guess your little wife doesn't even know it."

"You are really wrong. My wife is a recognized magic genius among the elves. She has the potential to become a magic saint. She has read all the ancient historical materials and magic secrets of the elves.

But I didn't hear this information from her.

Some time ago, the Elf King gave me a lot of warriors from the Elf Forest to fill the vacancies in our Iron Army's expansion.

Since they gave me face, I couldn't go too far, so I just thought about how to repay the Elf King's Court.

The wealth of Cattail City is known to the world, and the only useless gold I have is enough to give away.

So I proposed that those important elven texts be compiled into golden books using the ultra-thin gold leaves we pressed, so that they can be passed down through the ages.

Of course, dwarves, midgets and even mermaids also enjoy this treatment.

Halflings don’t have many books, their records are combined with their genealogy, so now every halfling tribe has a golden book genealogy.”

Cromwell gasped: "Where did you get so much gold?"

"Molan and Zhijin are not stupid. If they lose the empire, their royal family will also be gone. Money can be earned again. As long as they have the empire, they can make it back quickly. If they lose both the people and the empire, then..."

Feng Yu shrugged.

(End of this chapter)