Farming Tree Spirit

"This is it!"

Looking at the big red mushroom in front of her, Aina was shocked.

Because she felt a strong and concentrated flame from the mushroom, which was stronger than lava!

"Are you sure you want to give this thing to us to grow?" She asked in disbelief.

"What else?"

Rod curled his lips: "This thing can only grow in a place with sufficient fire energy, and your volcanic area is just right."

"But, will it be too expensive?" Aina confirmed again.

Others may not know, but as a demon, she is very sensitive to fire.

Because among her people, there are several orthodox lava demons, and they are also one of the most powerful warriors in the entire demon clan.

She can be sure.

As long as they eat this mushroom.

The strength of her people will definitely improve by leaps and bounds, and at the same time, the problem of food source will be solved.

This is simply a priceless treasure for them!

"What? Is there any difficulty?"

Rod asked back.

He doesn't care about any mess, as long as he can provide him with a place to mass-produce flame mushrooms.

"No! We can grow it!"

This is the feeling of going from hell to heaven.

Aina took the flame mushroom, and both her arms were shaking.

She opened her mouth and wanted to say something, but when the words came to her lips, she was completely choked.

Finally.

She bit her lip and raised her arm with a determined look.

"I, Aina Lucifer, the 78th royal family of the Demon King's Court, swear in the name of Lucifer that I will never let you down! Otherwise, my soul will be destroyed and die!"

Uh...

It's just growing mushrooms.

Is it that serious?

Rhode was stunned. He didn't expect this guy to be so straightforward. He swore as he said he would, and even put his soul on it.

It made him a little embarrassed, like tricking a black slave into signing a contract to sell himself.

Forget it.

This is good.

At least he can rest assured to hand over the planting work to the other party, so as to avoid any trouble at that time.

That's it.

The mushroom planting matters were quickly determined.

Rhode provided the strains and planting methods, and the demons helped with the planting.

And 80% of the output will be sent over every month, and the remaining 20% ​​will be distributed by Aina and her friends. How much they can get depends entirely on how much they can plant.

After the negotiation.

Aina took the mushrooms and lantern seeds and rushed back excitedly, ready to gather the tribesmen to solve the lantern tree issue first.

The rest will stay in the volcano and plant mushrooms according to the method taught by Rhodes, at least to get through the current difficulties first.

...

In a blink of an eye.

Two days passed.

Rhodes, who was casting spells to water the wheat field, soon received a message from Aina using the gargoyle, saying that the lantern trees had been planted.

Immediately, he rode Kaba and took the little thing to the Druid Forest to take a look.

As Aina said, there was a row of straight lantern trees extending all the way out.

And they deliberately avoided many dangerous places, such as the entrance to the Druid's nest.

"This efficiency is good. Let's go and try to see if we can get out."

Rhodes has been looking forward to the world outside the forest for a long time, and he can't wait to go out and see it.

Seeing that all the preparations had been completed, he did not hesitate any longer and ran along the lantern trees, quickly entering the forest.

"Ah!"

Suddenly, the little thing shouted.

Less than a hundred meters ahead, two second-level druid cheetahs ran towards them at lightning speed.

"Keep running, I'll stop them!"

Rhodes shouted, took out his staff, and summoned two enhanced thorn guards in succession with two bangs.

The two cheetahs were entangled by the guards just halfway through the rush, and roared.

By the time they broke free, they could no longer see Rhodes and his men.

In addition, there were more and more lantern trees around, so they had to give up the pursuit and disappeared into the forest.

With this method.

Rhodes and his men had a smooth journey.

I don't know if it was because of good luck or the powerful effect of the lantern trees. Along the way, except for a few low-intelligence first- and second-level black beasts, they did not encounter any major dangers.

After running for half a day, the dead tree trunks around them gradually became sparse.

Thanks to Kaba, they were able to stay on the black soil for so long.

But even so, Rhode had consumed a lot of the supplies he brought. Considering that he had to go back, he had to be prepared to turn around at any time.

"Roar~"

Just then.

Kaba under him let out a low roar.

The already sparse dead trees quickly disappeared, and the scene in front of him suddenly became clear, turning into an endless expanse of sandy black soil.

Out!

They actually came out!

Rhode was excited, looking at the scenery outside the forest. It looked no different, but he felt that the air had become much fresher.

This is... the smell of freedom!

Rhode opened his arms and took a deep breath, as if he was in an endless wilderness.

"Wait, why does the smell of freedom smell so bad?"

Suddenly, his expression froze.

He sniffed hard, and there was indeed a faint stench in the air.

Even the little thing lying on Kaba's head raised its little hands to cover its nose, screamed and shrank back.

Apparently he was not the only one who smelled it.

Rhode followed the smell and found that the black soil not far away was full of corpses and bones of all kinds of races.

And it looked like it had just rotted for a short time, and there were broken equipment scattered on the ground next to it.

"Didn't it turn into a black beast?"

This was the first time for Rhode to see a corpse that did not turn into a black beast after death, and he was a little surprised.

Just as he was stunned, there was a sound of footsteps and conversations in the distance.

"This damn group of monsters actually caused me to lose several copper-skinned zombies!"

Several figures walked quickly on the edge of the forest, cursing.

"Okay, let's go quickly, we don't have much supplies, we have to return to Crescent City quickly, otherwise we will be swallowed by the black soil." A man covered in a black robe said.

Faintly.

You can still see his withered face and the pair of hands holding the skeleton staff, which are almost skinny.

It turned out to be a necromancer who has mastered the power of death!

"Tsk, you dare call it a city for such a small place?" A disdainful voice came from the side.

"If we hadn't been sent here to recruit them, I wouldn't have made a special trip."

"Let's find the plant they mentioned and bring back the sample."

"If there really are plants that can grow in the black soil, it will definitely give us more say in the alliance."

The voice faded away.

After a while, the necromancers disappeared in the black soil.

They didn't notice that three figures were hiding behind the dead tree trunks in the forest, watching them silently.

After they walked away, Rhode slowly appeared, surprised and amazed.

He didn't expect.

He would meet other survivors here, and they were the necromancers that Augla had told him about.

These corpses around are probably the zombie summons they just mentioned, no wonder they didn't turn into black beasts.

Listening to the conversation between several people.

It seems to be related to the Crescent City mentioned by Aina, and they came from other places to recruit the survivors of Crescent City.

"Could it be the giant tree alliance?"

For the first time, Rhodes took this so-called survivor alliance seriously.

Because the leading necromancer just now was at least a fourth-level one, and he could walk so easily in the black soil, obviously he was well prepared.

You know.

Necromancers believe in death, and the destruction of the dream forest has the least impact on them.

But the question is.

Why are there necromancers in the dream forest?

Don't they believe in the God of Death?

"It shouldn't be..."

Rhodes touched his chin and glanced at the direction where the other party left.

If there are any murderers who caused the destruction of the dream forest, then the God of Death is undoubtedly the most suspected.

Because the power of death and the black soil are too similar, both devour vitality and transform corpses into emotionless monsters.

And death and life are originally opposite to each other, belonging to the same level of power.

If the two gods fight, it is not certain who will win or lose.

The only thing that makes him a little confused.

It was those few necromancers who seemed unable to completely resist the erosion of the black soil, but were just a little easier than other races. This was very strange.

It seemed that I had to pay more attention to the Giant Tree Alliance in the future, so that I could learn more about the Dream Forest.

"Let's go, go back first."

After saying that, Rhodes jumped on Kaba's back and rushed back to the altar, disappearing in the dark forest in a blink of an eye.

...

On the other side.

In the Crescent Gathering Place.

A fierce quarrel was taking place at this time.

"If you want to leave, go! I will not give up the place where I have lived for so long!"

"Stupid! Don't you know that you can survive better if you go to the Giant Tree Alliance?"

"We still have our ancestors who have lived here for three hundred years! This is our home!"

"No! This is a grave! A grave for a fool like you!"

The quarrel was so loud that it almost spread throughout the entire meeting hall.

The five leaders and representatives of other ethnic groups argued fiercely, completely losing their former calmness.

In the open space outside the hall.

The tribesmen of each tribe had already gathered here, divided into several distinct areas, listening to the quarrels coming from inside.

Everyone had a confused and helpless look on their faces, hugging each other tightly.

The quiet scene was in sharp contrast to the quarrel inside, and even the most noisy orcs were silent.

"Mother, are we leaving here?"

In the Centaur tribe, a young Centaur, who was only a few years old, buried his head in his mother's arms, his body trembling slightly.

Not long ago.

She was still running on the open space with her human friends, playing together, and vowing to become stronger and protect the home where they lived together.

But now.

Suddenly someone told her.

They were leaving here, leaving the place where they had lived for so many years and vowed to protect.

"Yes, we are leaving, only in this way can everyone survive."

The Centaur mother spoke softly, and her head was intimately pressed against her daughter's head.

But in her eyes, there was no trace of happiness, but endless nostalgia.

She lived here for half her life, met her husband, gave birth to a lovely daughter, and almost all of her memories are in this canyon.

Now that she was suddenly asked to leave, I felt mixed emotions in my heart.

Vaguely.

You can even hear the sobbing coming from the open space, echoing in every corner, like a lamb waiting for the judgment of fate.

Until half an hour later.

The quarrel finally subsided.

The leaders of various ethnic groups walked out of it with dazed and dejected expressions, and suddenly became the focus of everyone's attention.

There was a moment of calm in the clearing.

The five leaders headed by him stood up.

"We're not leaving!"

A loud shout was like a heavy hammer hitting the chests of people of all races.

Except for a few people who were stunned on the spot, everyone instantly showed signs of ecstasy, and cheers resounded throughout the canyon.

There is no need to leave, they don’t have to leave this place where they have lived for half their lives!

This moment.

The barriers between races disappeared, and each other hugged each other and cried with joy. The old people even had tears in their eyes, and they clenched their crutches tremblingly.

The continuation of the race.

It is often the one that cannot be mixed with emotions.

But this time, they were completely willful and chose a more difficult path that they would not regret.

It wasn't until the momentum gradually subsided that Brent stood up and said:

"If any of you want to go to the Giant Tree Alliance, you can leave with them. We will not stop you, but at the same time, you will have nothing to do with Crescent City!"

As soon as these words came out, everyone's expressions changed again and again, and they all began to hesitate.

After a moment of silence in the open space, some small tribes finally couldn't sit still and stood up one after another, including more than a dozen human tribes.

"you……"

Brent looked at his former subordinates with unspeakable disappointment in his eyes.

Those few people didn't dare to look at him and all lowered their heads: "I'm sorry, Mr. Sean, we just want to have a full meal..."

After saying that, he turned around and left, joining the leaving team.

In the blink of an eye, the number of people in the open space was reduced by 20%. Everyone's mood was extremely complicated, and they didn't know whether their decision was right or wrong.