The Bizarre Wizarding World-Chapter 757 - 458: The Storm Hits

Clang—

Clang clang clang!!

Strains of clear and distant copper drum sounds rose from various parts of the Tilaimei Plain.

"...get up quickly!"

"The Lord of Tilaimei has decreed, the spring harvest starts early! Hurry up and get up!"

The slave stewards lit torches and kicked open the doors of the huts one by one, shouting loudly.

"What’s happened?!"

The slaves were suddenly awakened from their sleep, still somewhat bewildered.

Old Mylon was getting on in years, and waking up now made his heart beat fiercely, his lips dry.

"What’s going on..." he muttered in panic.

But soon, in the resounding shouts of the knight steward, Old Mylon immediately understood the situation.

"The spring harvest is starting early... but it’s still nighttime, you can’t see anything, how are we supposed to harvest the wheat..." he couldn’t help but mutter.

"Hurry to the threshing ground to gather! The last ones there will be punished!"

However, under the stern shouts of the knight steward, even though slaves like Old Mylon were bewildered, they dared not hesitate. They quickly dressed and, taking their farming tools, hurried to the threshing ground.

"No need for sickles! Now, follow me to the field!"

Once the slaves were roughly assembled, each area’s leading wizards appeared neatly in the air, issuing commands according to the previous arrangement.

They had rehearsed this process many times before the spring harvest.

What areas were under their responsibility and what to do when the time came, they knew it all clearly.

"No need for sickles..." Old Mylon heard the command, his heart filled with even more confusion.

No need for sickles... then what would they use to harvest the wheat, pull it out by hand?!

Suddenly, a terrifying guess arose in his heart—

Had he succumbed to some ghostly trick and was still dreaming?!

Smack!

"Ouch..." Old Mylon cried out in pain, rubbing his thigh.

"What’s wrong, Uncle Mylon!" A young slave, Mike, was startled by his sudden slap, and quickly asked.

"It’s nothing..." Old Mylon grinned awkwardly, the pain making his mind clearer, and he instantly felt foolish for such thoughts.

However, this speculation inevitably left some traces in his mind.

Old Mylon, while following the steward’s commands towards the fields, focused more intently on observing everything around him.

’Knight Harold... Knight Randy... Wizard Doli... Young Mike... all familiar faces, nothing wrong...’

"Uncle Mylon, why do the masters say we don’t need sickles, how can we harvest the wheat without them?" Mike suddenly asked.

"I don’t know..." Old Mylon watched around him and suddenly froze, stupefiedly murmured, "What is that?!"

Whirr—

The Magic Energy Engine emitted a barely detectable hum, in contrast to the petroleum engines of the past, the Magic Energy Engines seemed exceptionally silent.

In Old Mylon’s field of vision, huge gray-black iron monsters quietly rolled out from the factory!

Enchanting blue lights ignited on their backs, emitting swirling halos of light in the pitch black of the night.

"This is..."

"There are monsters!"

The slaves panicked.

"Quiet!" Doli explained solemnly from midair, "No need to panic, these are the ’Grain Spike’ wheat harvesters created by the great Lord of Tilaimei!" freēwēbnovel.com

"Harvesters... of wheat?" Old Mylon muttered, "These things can harvest wheat?"

Seeing the slaves stop their commotion, Doli took a light breath and injected Magic Power into the crystal in his hand.

Click.

Click click click—

Bright beams of light shot out from the front of each ’Grain Spike’ harvester.

"Wow!"

"Ouch—"

Among the exclamations of the slaves, the wheat harvesters illuminated the fields in front of them, then lined up neatly and advanced into the fields!

Whirr whirr whirr—!!

Approaching the fields, the rotary cutting platforms in front of the ’Grain Spike’ harvesters started to rotate.

This drew yet another burst of exclamations from the slaves.

Seeing their amazed expressions, Doli did not scoff; he remembered his own first encounter with these ’Grain Spike’ harvesters.

...it was no better than these slaves.

"Alright, go to the warehouse nearby in order and get the grain sacks!"

Not forgetting his duty, Doli continued to command.

"Did you hear the master? Get moving!"

The slave stewards, comprised of apprentice wizards and knights also shouted timely.

"You only need to do two things, that is to bag and transport the wheat!"

"Grab your sacks and follow me quickly!"

"Here! Right here, don’t be scared! These are creations of the great Lord of Tilaimei; do you think they will harm you?"

In the time the slaves took to retrieve the sacks, the ’Grain Spike’ harvesters had already completed one round of harvesting and were returning along the furrows of the field.

Doli hovered aloft, holding the control crystal and directing the nearest ’Grain Spike’ harvester to begin tipping the grain.

"Come quickly, open the sacks here!"

Old Mylon’s heart pounded, he swallowed and, following the steward’s command, stepped forward and shakily opened the sack, aligning it with the daunting metal short pipe extending from the body of the ’Grain Spike’ harvester.

Click.

Once he had aligned it, the steward next to him pulled the lever next to the short pipe somewhat nervously.

Whoosh—

Bright golden wheat grains suddenly flowed out like water.

"Ouch..." Old Mylon’s body shuddered, his hands trembling, nearly dropping the sack.

"Be careful!"

Luckily, the knight steward nearby reacted quickly, steadying the sack with his hand.

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