Farming Tree Spirit

In just a few days.

The news that the plane pollution has subsided has spread everywhere.

Wherever you go, you can almost hear people discussing this matter. Some are shocked and some are surprised, but most are grateful.

"Fortunately, fortunately, it seems that the thing can't reach us."

"When the plane channel was opened before, I was a little worried whether it would affect this side."

"That's right. I went to see it some time ago. The land there didn't even sprout even if I sowed a handful of seeds."

"Now it's good. The pollution has subsided and we should be able to go there to take a look."

When they first heard that the land there was polluted and it was difficult for life to survive, many people were scared, fearing that it would spread to where they lived.

Some even publicly voiced resistance and wanted the temple to close the channel, and they made a big fuss.

Now that the crisis has been resolved, these people immediately changed their faces. Those who were still waiting and watching began to flock to the Spider Demon Kingdom and the Kingdom of the Dead.

Because anyone with a little bit of brains knows how huge the benefits of land restoration will be, and it is absolutely necessary to seize the opportunity.

Of course.

This is just at the level of ordinary people.

In the kingdoms of the major gods, such as the Holy Heaven, the Abyss of Death, the Wilderness of Beasts, the Bloody Battlefield... these well-known kingdoms of God, the world has also been in chaos.

Those demigods who are responsible for managing the kingdoms of God have all set their sights on the planes that were abandoned by them because of pollution, and began to send people to spread faith again.

Because if this trend continues, the pollution there will subside sooner or later, and it is always better to plan ahead than to compete at that time.

When that time comes, there will be more than just these few companies competing with them. Gods and demigods of all sizes will reach out to snatch believers from them.

"Go, don't bother Lord Beast God with such a small matter. First, rebuild the planes that believed in the Beast God before, and don't let those two-legged beasts take the lead!"

In the center of the Wilderness of Beasts.

A white tiger that is hundreds of meters tall stands proudly, giving orders to the beasts below, and the voice echoes throughout the wilderness.

Among those beastmen, there happened to be a group of tusk beastmen, which were exactly the same as the beastmen Rhode had seen in the new plane before.

When everything was explained, the major tribes rushed to leave and began to try to communicate with the plane branches that had been abandoned for many years.

"Strange, I could clearly sense a trace of connection before, why did it suddenly break?"

In the territory of the tusk beastmen, the chief stood in front of the totem with a puzzled look on his face, muttering to himself.

Some time ago, he could still sense a trace of spiritual connection from that plane, but because that plane was seriously polluted and had long been abandoned, and the connection was too weak, he didn't pay much attention to it.

Now when he wanted to find it again, he found that the connection was completely broken. Could it be that the branch over there has been completely extinct?

With doubts, he calmed down again and began to try to communicate with that plane, intending to rebuild the connection.

The entire territory of the tusk beastmen gradually became busy.

...

On the other side.

Orc plane.

As soon as Rhodes' spirit came over, he felt several strange breaths exploring the plane, which made him gasp.

"Oh my god, are those guys so fast?"

It's easy to know that who else can have the ability to explore the plane except those kingdoms of God?

Although he had expected this day to come, he didn't expect it to be so soon.

It seems that the news of the plane pollution has also been reported back to the major kingdoms of God, and they are probably busy "recovering lost territory".

"Fortunately, I'm smart and got there first, so you can slowly build connections." Rhodes smiled proudly.

He knew very well that it was not easy for those guys to enter this plane. First of all, they needed a certain amount of faith support to allow them to accurately locate and project their spiritual consciousness.

Faith is like an anchor point. Without this thing, even if you are a kingdom of God, you can't affect this plane.

On the contrary, when this anchor point is large enough, your influence on this plane will also increase, and in the end you can even descend in person.

While they are still trying to build faith, he has to quickly stabilize the position of the Moon God here.

"I don't know if the Beast God has come, so he better not show up in person."

As Rhodes said this, he descended his consciousness on the totem statue of the Desolate Tribe, and then looked around.

This look made him stunned.

There was no one in the Desolate Tribe.

And outside the canyon, the terrifying breath of death covered the sky and the sun, rolling over the land like a surging wave.

Wherever it went, there was no vitality, like the last counterattack before the pollution retreated.

"Is this the gray storm?"

Rhodes smacked his lips, with disbelief in his eyes.

The concentration of this death aura was more exaggerated than he expected. I'm afraid that even if the sixth level came, he would die on the spot.

Fortunately, he didn't run outside rashly. At least the impact in this canyon was much weaker, and he could barely support it with his mental strength.

Needless to say, the tribesmen of the Huang'e tribe ran to hide in other places. The meat of half a giant snake must be enough for them to last for a long time.

"Haha! I finally got in!"

Suddenly, a loud laugh sounded in the sky.

Rhodes, who was looking for the traces of the orcs, raised his head and saw a spiritual consciousness slightly weaker than Augla and the others descending in the spiritual plane, crashing to the ground.

It looked like it came from other kingdoms of God.

But before the man could stand still, a fierce gray storm swept towards him.

"I..."

The man opened his mouth, and before he could finish his words, the newly condensed spiritual consciousness was instantly blown away. It took only three seconds from appearance to disappearance.

Rhodes: ...

Is this person here to make fun of me?

He dared to descend naked without a consciousness carrier. Even if he was not hit by the storm, he would not last long.

So it looked like this.

The "Guide to the Development of Gods" compiled by the Moon Goddess is really a divine book, which even introduces various precautions for the descent of consciousness.

He also learned from Augla several times to be so proficient in descending, otherwise he might die directly like the guy just now.

"It looks like the storm will not stop in a few days. Well, there is no need to worry about other people coming in."

A few days.

It's almost enough to consolidate faith.

So Rhode did not stay any longer, his consciousness left the statue and wandered in the canyon.

Until he was about to collapse, he finally found a cave in the deepest part of the tribe, and heard the sound of conversation faintly from inside.

"Was there any sound outside just now?"

"I heard it too, it seemed like a scream?"

"Who is the brainless one who ran outside at this time?"

"Maybe it was the guys from the Barbarian Stone Tribe."

Rhode walked through the cave entrance and came into the cave. He saw the vast space inside and the busy orcs at a glance, and he was relieved immediately.

Fortunately, fortunately.

The faith team is still there.

Then, he walked around the cave again and finally found a few orcs who were sleeping, including many wounded warriors, and the leader Barom was also among them.

"Got it!"

Suddenly, he thought of a way to consolidate his faith, and immediately returned to the forest to call Xiaobai over.

After a brief explanation, he returned to the Desolate Tribe and asked Xiaobai to use his ability to weave the dreams of those orcs and subtly change their ideas.

As expected.

The orc, who was tossing and turning because of his injury, gradually fell asleep and snored evenly.

This went on for several days.

Finally, when the storm was about to stop, different voices began to appear in the entire Huang'e tribe. Many orcs said that they were guided by the Moon God in their dreams.

One of the young orcs even realized the power of the storm, which shocked all the tribesmen to gather together.

"You said you got the gift of the Moon God?"

Barom stood in the crowd and frowned at the young tribesman, because he had also been guided by the Moon God in his dreams.

In fact, he had always had a question in his mind. When he was offering sacrifices and hunting disaster teeth before, the power that healed their injuries did not seem to be possessed by the Beast God.

Now that another tribesman has obtained the power of other gods, he can't help but be a little surprised.

However, there is no saying that the Beast God must be believed in in the Huang'e tribe.

When the orcs were at their peak, there was also a profession called orc priests. The power used by that profession was the power of storms and tidal forces.

But as the land was polluted and the tribe declined, only these warriors who relied on brute force were left, and the orc priests had long disappeared.

"Yes, look, chief!"

The young orc who was asked excitedly stretched out his hand, condensed a swirling airflow in his palm, and then carefully blessed a warrior.

The warrior was shocked, raised his arm in disbelief, and waved the weapon in his hand.

"What's going on? I feel my body has become lighter!"

You know, the weapon in his hand is several hundred pounds, made of heavy iron, and it is a bit difficult to swing it at ordinary times, but now it is like driving an arm, and even the speed has become much faster.

This scene immediately made the older elders open their eyes and look at Barom in unison.

"Chief, it's an orc priest!"

"This kid has awakened the talent of priests!"

"It's really the legendary power of storm!"

Their voices were full of excitement.

Other tribesmen may not know, but they know very well how important the orc priest is to a tribe.

For no other reason, it is because of the great blessing of this profession to the orc warriors.

Even a low-level priest can make the strength of the orc warriors rise to a higher level.

It is no exaggeration to say that if there is a priest who masters the power of storm and a priest who masters the power of tide, they do not need to cooperate with the Barbarian Stone Tribe when they are besieging the Disaster Fang. They can easily take it down with just these people.

Even when the orcs were at their peak, the number of orc priests directly represented the strength of a tribe!