Farming Tree Spirit

The news that a dark elf tribe appeared on the black soil plain soon spread throughout the Crescent Valley.

When the one-armed man was killed in an instant, the whole valley was in an uproar, and people were talking about it everywhere.

Even the merchant team that had been at odds with Brent before came to ask about the details.

After all, a fifth-level was gone, and no one dared to be careless.

"You mean, that dark elf team is likely to come from the Death Forest?"

In the human settlement.

After listening to Brent's story, the faces of several people in the caravan changed, and they became extremely solemn.

Because they had personally experienced the horror of the Death Forest.

Not only was it severely polluted and full of black beasts, but they also encountered a sixth-level dragon and almost didn't come back alive.

"Wait, you said that dragon, could it be with the dark elves?"

Immediately, someone couldn't help but speculate.

Both are sixth-level and both come from the Death Forest. This coincidence is a bit too big.

Combined with the various changes that Brent had encountered outside the Death Forest before, he was almost certain that there was a huge force inside the forest that they didn't know about!

"It's indeed possible." Brent said seriously, looking up at the leader of the traveling merchants opposite, "Your Liberty City side, shouldn't have made any big moves yet?"

"It's too late." The man shrugged, "I just received news that they had sent people over a few days ago. Although you guys are annoying, I still advise you not to irritate them."

After all, they had cooperated with each other.

And relying on the location provided by Brent, they found several meteorites on the black soil plain, which can be regarded as mutually beneficial.

But those people in Liberty City may not be the case, especially that organization.

"You mean, they sent stronger people over?" Brent's face condensed.

Thanks to the meteorites collected during this period, they have gradually got on the right track and started to increase food production.

But if a stronger force comes, it is not certain whether this stability can be maintained.

"Unfortunately, you guessed right." The man spread his hands with a helpless expression.

"In the Free City, there is an organization called the Dead Souls. In recent years, they have gathered a large number of liches and necromancers on the black soil, promoted the doctrine of death, and have been trying to break through the space and let the God of Death descend on this land."

"The God of Death..."

Brent and the people around him frowned when they heard this.

They have more or less heard of some legends of gods. If the god who controls death descends on this world, it doesn't seem to be much better for them.

What they need is a god like the Moon God who can bring life and hope, so that this former kingdom of God can regain its glory.

Now that the Moon God has disappeared for three hundred years, are other gods finally unable to hold back?

...

"What did you say? The Dream Forest is going to be sent?"

On the Moon God Altar.

Rhodes looked confused and looked at Augura who ran over with a sad face.

No.

I'm watering here well.

Why is the Dream Forest suddenly going to be sent?

Are you kidding me!

"I don't know either. The elders said that after three hundred years, the remaining power of the Moon Goddess has become weaker and weaker, and it may not be able to support the Dream Forest for too long."

Augula said worriedly.

"Oh, you're talking about this. I thought it was a big deal."

Rhodes rolled his eyes after hearing this. That's it?

"Ah? No, the Dream Forest is going to be finished! Aren't you worried at all? Or did you know it a long time ago?" Augula didn't expect him to react like this.

"What's so strange?" Rhodes asked back, "The Moon Goddess has been gone for three hundred years. It's good enough to have persisted until now. We just need to do our own thing."

The Dream Forest was originally transformed by the power of the Moon Goddess.

Without the support of the divine power, the Dream Forest has been able to persist until now, which is beyond Rhodes' expectations.

Even the most powerful plane can't withstand the erosion of three hundred years. It should be about to run out of oil.

This point.

As his strength increases, he can feel it more and more.

Augla's words only confirmed his conjecture, so he was not surprised.

Or, to be able to maintain stability for three hundred years, the Moon God is already very awesome.

"So... it seems so?"

With Augla's stubborn mind, he couldn't figure it out for a while.

Seeing what Rhode said, he seemed to think it made sense, and finally stopped being so anxious.

"Well, the forest will be rebuilt soon anyway, and it will definitely be restored to its previous state by then!"

Thinking of this, he ran outside to help plant things and ignored this matter.

However, his words reminded Rhode.

The power of the Moon God is weakening, and it is possible that other gods will break through the plane and descend into the dream forest.

"It seems that we have to expand the forest quickly and call more high-level helpers in."

Rhode felt that the current forest was almost able to accommodate the sixth-level soul.

As long as the dark elves send the next batch of Moon God stones, we can expand it a little more.

With more sixth-level helpers and the supplies he provided, there might be a chance to contain the seventh-level black beast and take down the Dragon God Mark.

Thinking of this.

Rhodes came to the edge of the water channel, looked at the starlight moss that was growing well, collected some, sat down at the edge of the water pool, and started making spiritual potions.

It was already night.

The night gradually darkened.

The little guys who were tired of playing also ran back to the altar to find a place to rest.

Several soul deer came over curiously, lying next to him and watching him make the potion.

Probably because the magic power became stronger and stronger, dots of light also floated above the pool.

Coupled with the star moss and yellow lantern trees planted around it, the entire pool becomes dreamlike.

More and more little ones gathered together, and they all came over to rest, drink water, and take root to recover.

[Successful production, obtain psychotropic potion (advanced) x1]

Suddenly, a message popped up in front of Rhodes.

Concentrating on it, he was immediately attracted by the word "advanced" and quickly checked the potion information.

[Psychological potion (advanced): After taking it, the mental strength can be greatly increased. It is only effective for levels six and below. 】

It’s done!

A potion that is effective for Level 6!

Rhodes was overjoyed when he saw the green potion in his hand that had a stronger aura.

This is the first time he has made a high-level potion. Obviously after reaching the second level, he has a very low probability of making a potion of this level.

He immediately drank a bottle of low-level potion and continued working hard to make it.

Good luck this time.

After half a night, except for one bottle that went bad due to distraction, the intermediate potions accounted for 60% and the low-level potions accounted for 30%.

The success rate is much higher than before.

But what makes Rhodes happiest is the high-level potion, plus the first bottle was used successfully for four bottles.

If Alpha drinks it, he will be able to rise to the level close to the seventh level. It should be no problem to hold down the seventh-level water dragon black beast.

"Done! Now we're just waiting for Suramar and the others to get the Moon Stone."

Rhodes stood up and stretched, and the bark of the tree made a crackling sound.

Shaking the dew off the leaves on his head, he turned back to the altar.

I happened to see Little Thing and Xiong Da running around on the altar, as if they were chasing something.

"What are you two doing here if you're not going to bed?"

Rhodes stepped forward in confusion and found that what they were chasing was not something on the altar, but a small gadget that looked like a glittering jellyfish and came from nowhere.

About half the size of a palm, they were swimming up and down in the air, and there were more and more of them.

"Eaaah!"

The little thing stepped on the bear's back and almost caught one of them with a jump, but was quickly dodged by its swimming tentacles, as if it were alive.

"Strange, where did this thing come from?"

Rhodes looked left and right, but he could never find the source of the glittering jellyfish.

On the contrary, Ogula and his tribe were excited and hurried over from a distance.

"Spirit of life! Really the spirit of life!"

"Great! Our tree spirit clan can be saved!"

The spirit of life?

What the hell?

Rhodes looked puzzled.

As if seeing his doubts, Ogola quickly explained: "The spirit of life is the original soul that can only be born in places with the strongest vitality. It is the key to the birth of intelligence in all plants! Just like the soul of the jungle, it is the original soul of all wild animals. The shape is the same!”

"Birth Spirit, so you can give birth to new tree spirits?" Rhodes' eyes lit up after hearing this.

"Yes." Another tree spirit clan member said excitedly, "After these life spirits mature, they will spread to various places on the material plane and merge into the bodies of those plants, thus nurturing spiritual intelligence. This is what our tree spirit clan is like. Born!”

"Is there still such a thing? Let me give it a try."

With that said, Rhodes called over the little tree man he had made from the tree branch of life.

Then the spirit wrapped around one of the larger shining jellyfish, which was the spirit of life, and sent it into the body of the little tree man.

Uh-huh!

The moment the two touched each other, they quickly merged into one.

The empty eye sockets of the little tree man suddenly lit up with a faint light of soul, and the information in front of him also disappeared.

"Sure enough, it turned into a living thing."

Rhodes and Augula were astonished. This was the first time they saw the birth of the tree spirit.

After having a soul, the little tree man in front of him can continue to grow like other little guys.

Maybe it won't be long before it will grow into a giant tree of war like Ogula and the others, or even an ancient tree of knowledge.

"It's interesting."

Rhodes became interested.

He also guided several other life spirits to try to merge with the flowers and plants in the plantation.

The next second.

Flowers bloom.

The little flower spirits like butterflies danced and flew away with laughter.

This magical scene caused Rhodes to have a question and asked:

"Souls are born in the Dream Woodland, and then they go to the outside world and become life. Where will the souls go after death? The abyss of death?"

"It doesn't seem to be the case." Augula thought, "The Death Abyss is the kingdom of the God of Death. Souls will also be born there, but they are not called spirits of life, but spirits of the undead."

"In places where the aura of death is strong, the souls of people will transform into undead after death. On the contrary, in places where the power of life is abundant, the souls of people after death will enter the dream forest and start reincarnation again. The same principle should be the same for the Sun God and the Demon God. , they seem to prefer calling it heaven and hell?”

hiss--

Rhodes took a deep breath after hearing this.

How come he seemed to have heard something extraordinary by accident?

The life and death and reincarnation of souls.

So there is competition between gods?

So these life spirits were born by absorbing the power of those souls?

Does that mean.

Whoever controls more souls will have stronger divine power?

After all, the souls recovered by the Dream Forest will be re-released to become the life of the natural race, which will increase their own faith invisibly.

That's right.

It makes sense.

Rhodes couldn't think of a more reasonable guess than this.

I said I always felt a chill on my back, it turned out that you guys were watching.

A battle of faith, right?

I'm really good at this.

"Okay, then we'll absorb more soul power and strengthen the Dream Forest!"

Rhodes clenched his fists, full of momentum.

But the next second, Augla poured a basin of cold water on him.

"Well, Lord Rhodes... With the current size of the forest, it should be able to give birth to only a few life spirits at most."

"..."

Forget it, let's just work hard to cultivate the land and recruit believers.

Can't I hide if I can't rob him?

And Augla's words also reminded him.

As the power of the Moon God gradually weakens, other gods may really reach out.

For example, the few necromancers he had seen before, what else could they be but believers of the God of Death?

He must gather more helpers as soon as possible.