Farming Tree Spirit

"We held on, we really held on!"

"Look, the black moon is disappearing!"

"Haha, I told you we can survive it."

"It's finally over..."

As the black moon in the sky dissipated, cheers instantly spread throughout the forest base.

They never thought that one day they would be able to survive the black moon so easily. It felt like a dream.

Although everyone's face was tired, they were excited and couldn't suppress it. They sat on the ground and talked and laughed.

Outside the base, a large number of black beast corpses piled up into a mountain, and some had slowly dissipated, leaving only pieces of soul fragments flashing with light.

"Huh? So many soul fragments appeared this time?"

Brent, who was cleaning the battlefield, asked in confusion.

He had an illusion that the amount of soul absorbed by the black moon this time seemed to have decreased.

Because in the past black moons, he would kill dozens of black beasts before a soul fragment appeared, but now it was all over the ground, and almost one soul fragment appeared for every ten black beasts.

"What's wrong? Isn't it good to have more soul fragments?"

The guards beside him picked up the fragments happily. These are all good things for improving strength.

According to what was said before, they only need to hand in half of the soul fragments they obtained from killing, and the remaining half can be distributed by themselves. Isn't it better to have more?

"Is it possible that the souls of the black beasts in the Death Forest are stronger?" Another guard followed up.

"Maybe."

Brent nodded, without thinking much, and continued to collect the soul fragments scattered on the ground, and some black beast fur and bones that did not dissipate, intending to use them to make some self-defense weapons and equipment.

At this time, the magician team responsible for guarding the entrance of the nest also hurried over from a distance, and each of them looked radiant.

"Brent, I tell you, this place is really great! The concentration of magic elements is almost dozens of times that of Crescent City. Many of us have advanced!" The old magician who led the team said excitedly.

"Advanced?"

Brent looked at the mages who had reached level three or four behind him, and was surprised: "Is it really as exaggerated as you said?"

He was a warrior and could not mobilize magic power, but he could see the magic elements with entities, which seemed to be much more concentrated than Crescent City.

"It's more than exaggerated, the element concentration is dozens of times, do you know what this means?" The old mage said excitedly.

"What does it mean?"

"Potential!" The old mage looked like he was disappointed with his son. "With such conditions, this place will definitely become a magic holy land in the future, attracting more and more magicians and high-level professionals to settle here!"

The longer he stayed here, the more he could feel the unusualness of this place, and even his eyes revealed fanaticism and reverence.

Because he knew very well that all this must be related to the mysterious city lord.

A person who can create such a magic holy land must have magic attainments far beyond them, even to a point far beyond their imagination, and in the eyes of these magicians, he is no different from a god!

It also strengthened their determination to stay here.

However.

After saying these words,

The old wizard's excitement gradually faded, and he put on a puzzled expression again: "It's just a little strange. This time, the soul fragments of the black moon seem to be a little too much."

"You also found it?" Brent was surprised and told the situation on his side.

After the two sides compared, it was indeed much more soul fragments than usual, which was a bit abnormal.

Because in theory, when the black moon appears, most of the soul power of the dead black beast will be drawn away to purify the black moon, so the soul fragments left are pitifully few.

But this time it was very abnormal.

Not only did the soul fragments increase, but even the way the black moon affected them changed. Just one look would cause a terrifying hallucination.

This has never happened before.

Even Rhodes on the Moon Goddess Altar discovered this problem when he was cleaning the battlefield, and his face was puzzled.

"Is it really because of the changes caused by the last explosion of the black moon?"

Rhodes held a soul fragment and looked up in the direction where the black moon disappeared.

I don't know if it's an illusion, he always feels that the black moon is still there, but they can't see it.

This cyclical change, which was more regular than menstruation, made him even doubt whether there was a void monster lying outside, stretching its mouth in to devour souls every month.

And the monster's mouth was the black moon they saw.

So this time he was full and had no appetite?

"It doesn't seem right..."

Rhode was thinking. He remembered that when they climbed the sky tree before, they had reached a place very close to the void, and they didn't see any giant beast's shadow on it.

Could it be that it was really as the druids said, that the original moon changed.

But why does it only appear once a month?

And it only appears when the moon is full?

"I don't understand."

"I really don't understand."

Rhode shook his head and walked back to the altar.

But at this moment, Augura's big head came over from the side.

"What don't you understand? Lord Rhode, have you encountered a problem?"

This suddenly appeared big face scared Rhode, and his face turned black immediately.

"Fuck you big head ghost, don't show up out of nowhere to scare people!"

Bang!

Rhodes punched Augla on the head.

Alpha, who followed him, almost laughed out loud, but he forced himself to hold it back in order to maintain his aloof dragon character.

He coughed twice, then spoke: "The battlefield outside has been cleaned up. Except for some people who were injured, there was no loss of personnel, and the cultivated land was intact."

"Really? That's good."

Hearing that the personnel and the seeds sown were saved, Rhodes was finally in a much better mood. It was worth his hard work in preparation during this period.

In the next month, he can finally start to vigorously develop urban construction and water conservancy projects. He needs more manpower.

At the same time, he has to quickly upgrade to the third level and go to the Dream Village to see if he can find any news about the Black Moon mutation and the Dream Weaver.

In order to avoid a group madness when there are too many people, his newly built city will be in chaos.

After all, no matter who it is, there is still a masochistic M in his subconscious. The more you don't let him see the moon, the more he wants to see it, in short, he is courting death.

"There are a lot of things to do during this period."

Rhodes simply sorted out his thoughts and knew what to do next.

While they were talking, the little guys also ran to them from outside, all of them holding pieces of soul fragments and dragon balls and other things to him as if to seek credit.

Take a closer look. Wow.

Compared with before the black moon, their aura has become stronger. Obviously, they have made great efforts to resist the black beast.

"Are you guys working together to poke the black beast's nest?"

Looking at the things they were holding, Rhode didn't know whether to laugh or cry.

He picked a few pieces of higher grade and gave them black fruits as rewards. Then they dispersed and took soul fragments to feed the jungle souls.

In a blink of an eye.

A large number of soul creatures were born in the forest, wandering between the plantations, making the spiritual energy of the entire forest area much higher.

"It turns out that the increase of soul creatures will also increase the spiritual strength?"

Rhode was surprised. It was the first time he noticed this change.

Because he didn't get many soul fragments during the previous black moons, so the change was not obvious.

But this time, the number of fragments increased, allowing him to sense the changes in the forest at a glance.

"It should be like this." Alpha, who once lived in the dream forest, took over and said, "Before the forest was polluted, soul life was the mainstream in the forest, and those with physical bodies outside were relatively rare."

"Where did those soul lives go?" Augla asked curiously.

Rhodes also had this question.

It is said that the dream forest is a spiritual plane, but except for the new souls born here and foreign souls like Augla, he has never seen a soul life native on the black soil.

Although the dream forest has been polluted and the spiritual level has become lower, it is not to the point that there is not even one left, right?

"In fact, you have seen those soul lives a long time ago." Alpha said slowly.

"See? Where?"

The two looked around in confusion.

Finally, as if he thought of something, he suddenly stared at the corpses of the black beasts that had not completely dissipated.

"You mean... black beasts?"

"Yes, it's black beasts."

Alpha nodded: "Souls polluted by black soil will transform into entities, which is why the black beasts you see have flesh and blood. In fact, they were all souls living in the forest at the beginning, and some were foreign souls that didn't have time to escape at the beginning."

"Why didn't even one survive? This shouldn't be the case, right?" Augla smacked his lips, shocked by the news.

In other words, his people's souls were polluted into black beasts, and then they became dead trees.

"I'm not sure about this, maybe they are all dead, or they are living in some place we don't know."

Alpha was actually very confused about why there was no soul life on the black soil.

He thought that it might be because the black soil eroded the soul more, and he also speculated that some kind of change had occurred, but none of them could explain why there was not even a single original soul.

"Do you think it is possible that the residents in Dream Town are the souls that survived in the forest?"

Suddenly, Rhodes' voice came from the side.

The two people who were guessing were stunned, and then their eyes widened slightly.

"Hiss~ It seems possible!"

"According to your previous description, it is indeed possible."

According to the information they have received during this period, the fourth demigod, Dream Weaver, should be best at weaving dreams.

Moreover, his name is strongly related to the Dream Forest. It is said that he was once called the most powerful demigod under the Moon God, and his divine power is very close to that of a true god.

If it is that kind of existence, it is indeed possible to do such an incredible thing.

"Do you want to go over there to take a look?" Alpha said solemnly.

"I will definitely go there, but I have to wait until the things here are dealt with and I will go after I reach the third level."

Rhodes naturally did not want to place a time bomb near the altar, but judging from the situation of the last exploration, if he rashly broke in at the second level, I am afraid that Alpha may not be able to guarantee his safety.

Because the residents there are wise!

The best way is to figure out the problem of reversing black and white, so that those natives will no longer mistake them for nightmares.

Thinking of this, Rhodes looked at Alpha: "How was it when you flew over there before?"

"No." Alpha shook his head, "I tried many times, and as soon as I broke into that foggy area, I would immediately lose my sense of direction. No matter how I flew, I couldn't get in."

"So I can only go through the road I took before?"

Rhodes sighed. This place ruled by the Dream Weaver is really not simple.

He was still thinking about trying to go in from the outside, but it seems that it won't work.

He is indeed the most powerful one among the four demigods. He is really different.