Farming Tree Spirit

These souls are very similar to the human race, with almost the same appearance, but the souls are much more solid than the human race, and exude the sheen of red scales. If you don't look carefully, you can't tell the difference at all.

They are not humans.

In other words, it is not a pure human race.

It is a hybrid race born from the mating of humans and giant dragons. It is extremely rare on the mainland and is also called the descendant of the dragon race.

Because I live relatively far away, I have only now sensed the existence of the Dream Woodland and successfully condensed my soul here.

"Listen to what they said, the Moon God is probably in the deepest part of the Dream Woodland." One of the middle-aged men spoke first, his eyes falling on the souls who kept leaving the city.

"If we find the Moon God, will we be able to meet the ancestors of our dragon clan?" Another girl followed closely, her eyes full of expectation.

"Maybe." The man sighed, "Anyway, our dragon bloodline is getting thinner and thinner. If this continues, the family may not be able to support it for long, and it will be annexed by other forces."

The strength of the talents of all dragon descendants has always been determined by the purity of the dragon blood in their bodies.

Now after so many generations of dilution, the blood purity of these dragon descendants has long been reduced to almost the same as ordinary people. Together with the dragon descendant families they established, they have also declined, and the strong ones have withered.

Therefore, their only hope is to find their former dragon ancestors and plead with them to give them their bloodline and continue their family.

"According to the inheritance information, the ancestor of the dragon is in the Dream Woodland. I hope I can find it..."

The man looked around and found that there were many people like them, trying to rush to the depths of the forest. There were even many teams gathering people to prepare to set off.

Out of curiosity, they walked over and pulled over a human who was also a foreign soul to ask.

"You don't know?"

The human turned back in confusion and looked at them a few times, with surprise on his face.

At this stage, the soul can be condensed in the dream forest, and it is so condensed that it is definitely not something ordinary people can do.

However, he can appear here, and his talent is naturally not weak, so he said politely: "We are planning to rush to the depths of the forest with the caravan from Liberty City. I heard that a city has recently popped up over there, and the cultivation speed is faster than here. It’s countless times faster, and just one bite of the grown food can greatly increase the strength of the soul, so I want to try and see if I can follow along.”

News about the City of Dreams has reached Liberty City during this time.

It was nothing at the beginning, but when more and more people came back to inquire about the information, and all the strength increased sharply without exception, people became a little unable to sit still.

What shocked them even more was that just one bite of the food brought back from the City of Dreams would increase their strength and make their souls stronger. It was completely different from the food they knew.

Now everyone couldn't sit still and began to organize people to go to the City of Dreams to see with their own eyes whether it was true.

If possible, it would be best to buy a batch of grain from there and take the opportunity to make a fortune and solve everyone's food and clothing problem.

That's why so many caravans appeared outside the city in the past few days.

"Is there such a thing?"

After hearing this, several descendants of the dragon clan were shocked. They did not expect that so many things had happened in the Dream Woodland during this period.

Do as the other person said.

Even if the dream city is not in the deepest part of the forest, it should be not far from where the Moon God lives. Maybe they can actually see the dragon ancestor!

Thinking of this, the man hurriedly asked: "Did any of you successfully reach there during this time?"

"Um... not this one."

The human race scratched its head in embarrassment: "We foreign souls are different. Without physical protection, we cannot stay for too long like these forest dwellers. The furthest we can only go is a hundred kilometers away."

The closer you are to the depths of the dream forest, the higher the spiritual level. This is something that many people know.

Even though the Dream Woodland is now in decline, not just anyone can enter it.

Or rather.

Those who can enter the depths of the dream forest are all people with amazing talents. There are very few such people in the world.

"Want to try?" the man turned around and asked.

"Of course! This is our only chance to find the dragon ancestor!"

"Yes, we have no choice. Even if we try many times, I will go and see."

"Then I will go back immediately to gather the clan members and call over those with the best talents!"

After that, they got ready next to the team, chatting with people to find out the news, and called a few talented people in the clan over.

When it was approaching noon, the entire team finally set off in a mighty manner, deep into the boundless black soil.

All the accompanying foreign souls were very excited and chattered non-stop along the way, bragging about how far they had penetrated.

"Let me tell you, last time I set out with the team, I walked seventy or eighty kilometers before I couldn't hold on any longer. This time I will definitely..."

Snap!

The soul of a human male who was bragging suddenly disappeared and returned to his true body.

Everyone in the team:...

Depend on!

It shriveled up in just three seconds.

Do you have the nerve to brag that you have walked seventy or eighty kilometers?

The other alien souls almost laughed out loud, and at the same time they were secretly excited, wanting to last longer on this journey deep into the black soil.

The woodland natives in the caravan watched with great interest as they competed there.

"I bet the girl from the Feathered Tribe lasted the longest."

"Is this a bet? You are obviously greedy for her body and want to see more of her!"

"I bet half a piece of dry food that the big tauren will last the longest."

"Impossible. In terms of durability, the snake people are still the strongest."

"...Are you sure you are talking about the lasting one?"

The entire team was noisy, and the originally boring journey became a lot more fun because of the appearance of these foreign souls.

Especially every time we go a certain distance, someone will lose his soul and disappear, causing bursts of laughter in the team.

Only the descendants of the Dragon Clan looked solemn and their brows gradually furrowed.

They were less than ten kilometers away, and already nearly a third of the souls couldn't hold on. Can they really reach the depths of the forest smoothly and see their ancestors?

With this idea in mind, they moved forward.

Twenty kilometers...

Fifty kilometers...

Seventy kilometers...

Ninety kilometers...

As they approached one hundred kilometers, apart from the aboriginal residents in the entire team, they were the only ones left with a few souls struggling to persevere.

It felt like every time I advanced a certain distance, my soul was being roasted on a fire, and my originally solid soul began to fluctuate violently.

"Okay, it's getting dark soon, let's take a rest here first."

Seeing that the sky was getting dark, the carriage team finally marched into a mountain col.

Looking around, the mountain col was surrounded by a wooden fence more than ten meters high. People were coming and going, and many teams like them came from other places and gathered here.

"This is the residence of the elves, and it is also the most frequent transit point on our way. Remember not to cause trouble after entering."

The caravan steward, who was already familiar with the descendants of the dragon clan, turned around and whispered.

"Elves?"

The man looked up and saw many long-eared elves standing on the checkpoint. There were also several tall and burly figures passing by under the leadership of a fat man.

"What's going on?"

"Why do I suddenly feel like I'm having heart palpitations?"

"I feel that way too!"

Other tribesmen spoke out one after another and looked at the checkpoint in surprise, specifically those figures standing with the elves.

But before they could look any further, the team had already passed the inspection and entered the elf station.

After they walked away, the fat man above the checkpoint suddenly turned back and looked in the direction they left.

"It's weird, I seemed to have sensed the aura of Alpha and his tribe just now?"

The fat man had a puzzled look on his face and looked down again and again.

He is none other than the young leader of the Wind Dragon Clan, the fattest wind dragon, who came here to inquire about news about Liberty City on the orders of Rhodes.

Even in his human form, he is still the fattest among them all, and is very conspicuous wherever he goes.

Therefore, the task of going into the city to find out information can only be left to Aina and the others, while the Wind Dragon Clan stayed at the Elf Clan’s station to take care of the situation, and by the way find out the reason behind the abandonment of the Elf Clan.

"How's it going? Have you checked out what I told your elders before?"

The fat man retracted his gaze and looked at the elf captain in front of him with an unkind expression.

Before setting off, Yilin repeatedly asked him to ask clearly why he abandoned his tribe at that time. Naturally, he was not polite when he knew the whole story.

"It's been checked out, come with me."

The elf captain sighed and led the fat man and his tribe down the checkpoint.

When Amal was contaminated by black soil and driven out by the tribe, they were not present and were exchanging food with other tribes.

By the time I got back, it was already too late.

This made the elder feel very guilty. He sent people everywhere to look for Amal, but there was no news.

Now they suddenly heard that the messenger of the Moon God had arrived and rescued Amal, which made them feel extremely complicated. They were unable to face the messenger, let alone other tribesmen.

"Fat man, do you think the messenger will forgive us?"

Walking on the road, the elf captain couldn't help but ask.

"have no idea."

The fat man snorted coldly. He hated this kind of abandonment of his tribe. If it were him, he would have killed the guy who did such a thing on the spot.

But thinking that he was not an elf, he still whispered: "I saw that elf before. He was covered in wounds. After you kicked him out, he was sold to another place. I don't know how much he suffered. He didn't even die. Good luck."

"..."

All the elves were silent, with shame on their faces.

When the fat man saw this, he knew that they could not be entirely blamed, and said: "Don't worry, Lord Rhodes is not the kind of person who doesn't understand things, and we are here just to find out who is buying and selling elves."

"I know this!"

Suddenly, an elf next to him interjected: "It must be the group of necromancers in Liberty City who did it! They used to often buy and sell living corpses to transform the undead. Many of our tribesmen were captured by them!"

"Necromancer?"

The fat man's eyes narrowed.

Thinking of what Rhodes told him before departure, wasn't it to find out the origin of those necromancers?

I don’t know how the demon clan’s investigation is going.