Farming Tree Spirit

"Forget it, let's build faith here first."

After thinking for a long time, Rhodes finally made a decision.

After all, it was not easy to communicate with other planes. If we miss this opportunity, we don't know how long it will take to meet again.

It's just a believer of an orc tribe anyway. The beast god shouldn't be so stingy, right?

And these guys look hard-working. Maybe the beast god has given up this barren plane long ago.

Thinking of this, Rhodes' mind moved, and a white light finally lit up on the broken statue, instantly illuminating the entire sacrificial site.

"It's working! The beast god has worked!"

The orcs who were worshiping below soon noticed the changes in the statue, and they were immediately excited and worshiped more vigorously.

"Lord, the beast god! Please bless us to get more food and survive this storm!"

"Please ask the beast god to send down a miracle so that the soldiers' injuries can heal quickly!"

"I hope more tribesmen can survive this gray storm..."

The whole sacrificial site was filled with shouts, saying all kinds of things.

There were many things Rhodes didn't know what they meant, but he understood one of them.

Looking at the row of strong orcs kneeling in the front, they all had wounds of varying sizes on their bodies. They were obviously warriors in the tribe, responsible for going out hunting.

"We still have to go out hunting. Is the lifestyle here so backward..."

Rhodes complained in his heart, and at the same time, he did not slow down. A breath of life suddenly burst out, turning into streams of light and injecting into the bodies of those orc warriors.

The next second.

Their injuries began to recover at a speed visible to the naked eye.

One of them was slashed on the chest, and the wound was bleeding continuously, and it scabbed quickly, and in a blink of an eye, it recovered to the point where only scars were left.

"Recovered! My injuries have recovered!"

"My arm that was scratched before has also healed!"

"The Beast God really showed up!"

"Thank you for the gift of the Lord Beast God!"

The orc warriors were very excited, watching their bodies recover as before.

The other tribesmen were also very happy, and they were grateful to the statue again.

You have to know that these warriors are the lifeblood of their tribe. They usually have to go out hunting to get food. If they go out with injuries, who knows how many people will die.

So they are particularly sincere when they worship.

And Rhodes in the statue only felt an invisible force coming from all directions, and the weak connection with this plane became stronger and stronger until he could stabilize his consciousness.

"Is this the power of faith?"

Rhodes muttered to himself, tried it, and was able to descend his consciousness into this plane.

However, in order not to expose his identity, he did not act immediately, but continued to absorb the power of faith from the orc tribe.

At the same time, he eavesdropped on the conversations of the orcs, watched them hold sacrificial ceremonies, and tried to obtain information about this plane.

After a while, he finally learned what they meant by "gray storm". It was the wind of death that blew over this land every once in a while!

Because the death wind contains a very strong dead air, the living creatures that are blown will lose their vitality instantly, so before each storm comes, they need to store enough food.

And their food source, in addition to a small piece of crops planted in the tribe, is a kind of beast called blood beast, which is not afraid of death pollution.

"Gray storm..."

Rhode's face became solemn.

If he guessed correctly, this so-called gray storm should be the culprit of the pollution plane.

Doesn't that mean.

As long as the source of the storm is found, it can be traced back to the source of pollution in that direction?

This is really an incredible discovery.

He had been having a headache about which direction to investigate before, and now he finally has a clue.

The only problem is how to resist the erosion of pollution. He is not arrogant enough to force his way in with the strength of the fifth level.

Maybe he has to start with the blood beast.

Creatures that are not afraid of death pollution are still worth studying, and maybe a way to resist pollution can be found.

"We have to find a way to get in."

Rhodes looked at the orcs who were about to finish the sacrifice and looked around.

Soon, he locked onto the tall orc who looked like the leader and attached his consciousness to a string of animal teeth hanging on his body.

This tribe is called Huang'e. In addition to believing in the beast god, they also like to hang the teeth of the blood beasts they hunted on their bodies to show their bravery.

The tribal leader has the most teeth, almost stringing them into a necklace, and with the scars all over his body, he looks hideous and terrifying.

When the sacrifice was over, the tribesmen came to see them off, and a group of orc warriors also picked up their weapons and prepared to go outside the tribe.

"Listen to my orders, set off!"

With the leader's loud shout, dozens of orc warriors set off in a mighty manner, heading deep into the gray land outside.

Rhodes attached his consciousness to the animal teeth and looked around carefully.

He found that magic can be used in this plane.

There were many elemental spirits floating in the air, but strangely, these elements did not respond to his call, as if they were wandering around without consciousness, and only gathered when he cast a spell.

This was obviously not from the dream forest, at least not the element that was born after he took over the forest.

"Could it be the elemental spirit that once disappeared?"

Rhodes suddenly thought of a possibility.

The elemental elves that disappeared three hundred years ago did not die, but left the main plane and came here!

Then what attracted them?

This discovery made him more curious, and he felt that the plane pollution was not that simple.

Just move forward.

When the team reached a place where the tribal canyon could no longer be seen, the voices of other orcs suddenly came to his ears.

"Barom, am I going to the place last time?"

The words were said to the orc leader. Barom should be his name, and his full name is Barom Huang'e.

"No, let's change places today."

Barom did not look back and led the team to another direction, while keeping his eyes alert.

As the leader, he not only had to bring back food for the tribe, but also ensure the safety of every warrior, so he had a lot to consider.

However, when the warriors saw the direction he was going, their faces changed slightly.

"Wait a minute! Isn't that the territory of the Disaster Fang?!"

"Chief, you don't want to go there, do you?"

"The Disaster Fang is not something we can deal with!"

The warriors exclaimed in surprise, and it seemed that they were very afraid of the beast called "Disaster Fang".

And their strength was basically above level three, and the leader had reached level four. Even they were afraid of it, so it had to be at least a level four beast.

Seeing the warriors dissuading him, Barom's face sank: "There is not much time left before the gray storm. Can you guarantee that you will encounter blood beasts in other places? Instead of trying your luck in other places, you might as well give it a try and get rid of that beast!"

There was a strong murderous intent in his words.

Because his father, the former tribal leader, died in the mouth of the Disaster Fang, and the warriors in the tribe suffered heavy casualties in that battle.

Now that he has taken over the position of the leader, he naturally wants to avenge the dead warriors!

In addition, the storm was approaching, and the blood beasts in the periphery had basically run away. If they didn't succeed in hunting, they would all starve to death in this storm!

"But..."

The warriors opened their mouths, wanting to say something but stopping.

They knew that it was difficult to encounter low-level blood beasts in other places. Even if they wanted to refute, they dared not disobey the leader's order.

Moreover, they hated the disaster tooth as much as they did. If they could successfully hunt it, they would be able to survive this storm safely.

This is a choice with huge risks and benefits.

After a while, they finally made up their minds.

"Okay! I'll do it!"

"I agree to go!"

"At worst, I'll give up my life!"

"This time, I must kill that beast!"

Facing their reactions, Barom, who was walking in the front, showed a satisfied expression.

"Yes, this is the warrior of our Huang'e tribe!"

After reaching a consensus, the team moved much faster, crossing the flat land and coming to a barren hill, and the whole team suddenly stopped.

It was not because they encountered the Disaster Fang, but because they encountered another team, an orc team like them.

"Monger! Why are you here?"

Barom's expression suddenly darkened, and his eyes were fixed on the orc leader opposite.

This team had an old friendship with them, and it was the Barbarian Stone Tribe not far from here!