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Chapter 66. The Wisdom of Ducks (Please continue reading)

The number of air corals at the seabed has increased from the initial three to ten. They seem to be much more adapted to growing in the ocean than in freshwater lakes.

It now covers an entire acre.

Huge bubbles are clearly visible on the seabed.

Keep in mind that this is the seabed, while the area behind the mountain is just a small freshwater lake. The difference in water pressure and the level of magical chaos is incomparable.

Ten corals supported an acre of bubbles, which is quite remarkable, to be honest.

Given time, it might actually become a huge underwater base, and even allow humans to live there.

……

As he descended, he looked into the bubble with a puzzled expression.

The bubble was lit by the magic lamps he had sent, making it very conspicuous in the dark sea.

Logically, the bubbles should have been bare, but instead, they contained the same green color as the bubbles in the lake water.

What's going on? Can something grow like this on the seabed? I can't expect it to grow into a mushroom, can I?

This was his first time here since planting the air coral, and he was quite curious about what was happening here, so he immediately sped up and rushed into the bubble.

With a "pop," he successfully entered.

After entering the bubble, he stepped onto soft, fluffy grass. This grass was just very ordinary and common green grass, nothing unusual about it.

If he had seen it on land, Kroya wouldn't have been surprised at all, but seeing it underwater made him feel very strange.

So he bent down and touched it with his hand.

result……

"Isn't this grass?"

He was immediately surprised, then pulled some out and examined them carefully in his hand.

They are all very uniform, about two centimeters long, and look no different from grass. But actually, they are slippery to the touch and don't feel like grass at all.

Moreover, it is hollow.

You can see the characteristic wispy hyphae.

Kroya felt a bit speechless.

"Why mushrooms again? Can mushrooms grow on the seabed?"

He could vaguely sense a distinct flow of magical energy within the unknown fungus in his hand; it was actually a magical plant.

Well, in this world, mushrooms, which are fungi, are also collectively called magical plants. Although they are not plants at all and do not have abilities such as photosynthesis.

But they are magical plants.

all in all.

The large patch of mushrooms in front of us, about two-tenths of an acre, is entirely composed of magical plants…

This all came so suddenly that he was a little taken aback.

"What happened that I don't know about?" He rubbed his temples, feeling speechless.

"We need to find something to ask."

The dolphins are already trapped outside the bubble, so the only ones left to ask are the fishtail ducks—these ducks are leisurely gathered together, building their nest on this seabed.

They built a nest in the open space using coral, pebbles, and their own thick duck feathers, where many ducks were lying comfortably.

The ducks were quite satisfied with their surroundings, each one looking very content.

They are far from predators and are not in mortal danger.

They've already started laying eggs!

You can vaguely see a bunch of bluish-green duck eggs inside; a rough count reveals there are at least dozens!

"Oh, it's already laying eggs... I can fry a duck egg to try later."

Kroya licked her lips.

I wonder if it sensed that someone wanted to eat its eggs.

Anyway, when he walked over, the flock of ducks panicked for a moment, but immediately, a particularly robust duck quacked twice in a majestic manner, and the flock stopped commotion.

The king of the fishtail ducks came to Chloe's side, nudged the latter's leg with its flat beak, and made a "quack quack" sound full of flattery.

When taming the ducks, Kroya, as the strongest duck in the flock, took good care of it, almost turning it into a roast duck under the bombardment of fireballs.

It took me quite a while to recover.

Humans might have held a grudge, but monsters are naturally drawn to strength. The more Kroa displayed his formidable power, the more obedient they became.

And they obeyed sincerely.

Even if Kroya swaggered into their nest and took away the eggs that the ducks cherished, the ducks dared not put up any resistance.

This egg is very large, almost the size of a goose egg.

The skin is bluish-green and feels very smooth to the touch, with absolutely no prickly texture.

He touched the duck egg and habitually used the Astral Spirit Imprint Technique to take a look, only to see a gray expanse. Inside the duck egg was nothing but chaos; he couldn't see or sense any life force at all.

"Dead egg?"

It's obvious that the egg in his hand is unfertilized.

There wasn't even an embryo developing inside, so naturally, it was impossible for ducklings to hatch.

"Hmm."

After realizing this, he checked several more eggs, and... they were all dead!

He immediately sensed that something was wrong.

If there were only a few isolated cases, it could be considered a coincidence. But if a dozen or so eggs were found to be dead, then it's no longer a coincidence, is it?

The Sea Duck King seemed to sense something.

It clucked and tugged at Kroa's clothes with its mouth as it approached the border area of ​​the Air Coral.

Because of its proximity to the sea, and the struggle between the air bubbles of the coral and the seawater, the magical energy here is extremely chaotic.

However, even in this area, several hidden nests can be seen, containing smaller duck eggs.

Without the care of the ducks, they lay alone in their nests made of broken stones, with only some seaweed to keep them warm.

It appears to have been abandoned.

However, when Kroa reached out and picked it up to examine it, he immediately sensed the pulse of life inside the duck egg. His Astral Imprint technique allowed him to clearly see the embryonic form of a duckling inside.

This scene left Kroya slightly stunned.

To be honest, he really didn't expect... that such an environment was actually where fertilized, hatchable baby duck eggs could be found.

On the contrary, the eggs that were warm, comfortable, and cared for by the ducks were all dead.

"So why is that?"

He looked down at the Merlion King duck beside him, his tone slightly more serious: "Why did you put the eggs here?"

A glint of light flashed in the eyes of the Fishtail Duck King. It walked to the nest, stretched out its wings, lay on the ground and struggled for a few moments, then suddenly burst out of the bubbles.

It struggled to swim in the seawater, gradually becoming more skilled. Finally, it returned to the bubble, shook the water off its feathers, and looked intently at Kroa.

It made a sound:

"Giggle~"

"I see."

Despite the lack of a contract, Kroya still understood its meaning—the ducklings had to learn to swim after they were born.

This is probably the survival experience of the fishtail duck.

Even though they don't nest in the rocks by the sea, they still create a challenging environment for the ducklings.

The living environment of Warcraft is not so wonderful. If you don't work hard from birth, you will definitely die.

He smiled knowingly.

Then he gently patted the duck's head. "Not bad."

After praising the duck, he pointed to the strange, lush green fungi in the distance and asked curiously, "Where did those things come from?"

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