Farming Tree Spirit

Rod was amazed.

He stared at the black moon in the sky.

He could see it clearly.

It was because of the remaining soul energy of the corpses that dyed a small half of the black moon white, turning it from a round moon to a crescent moon.

Then he clearly felt that the black soil outside seemed to be less agitated, and even the power that tore the soul had weakened a lot.

"It's them! They are purifying the black moon with their soul energy!"

Rod's face changed, and he quickly woke up, staring at the corpses of the black beasts.

These corpses were originally the guardians of the dream forest.

Even after three hundred years of destruction, they still retained a trace of soul breath, and at this last moment, they rushed to the black moon without hesitation to protect the only remaining fire in the forest.

At this moment.

Rod was deeply shocked.

He didn't know how to describe this complicated feeling.

For three hundred years, even if the soul was destroyed, it was really worth it to protect the safety of the forest?

He couldn't evaluate it.

He was not qualified to evaluate it.

This may be the gift these predecessors left for him, the latecomer. If there was no Augla today, this would be his only chance of survival!

At this moment, Rhodes only felt the heavy burden on his shoulders, and felt a breathless feeling.

"Lord Rhodes! Are you okay?"

At this time, Augla, who had finished the battle, rushed back.

On his body, there were wounds and scratches left by the battle, and the condensed soul became extremely illusory, as if it would disappear at any time.

"What's wrong with you?"

Rhodes was startled and asked hurriedly.

"Nothing."

Augla smiled and waved his hand: "The soul power is consumed too much, plus it has suffered a lot of attacks. I have to go back to recuperate for a while and can't stay here any longer."

His words were full of regret.

I had thought of taking this opportunity to show more and strive to become the second most meritorious person in the forest, but I had to leave so soon.

Rhode understood what he meant, breathed a sigh of relief, and said with a smile: "If it weren't for you this time, we probably wouldn't be able to defend. I'll give you a great credit. You can eat as much as you want next time!"

"Really?"

Augula's body shook, his eyes sparkling.

He was very greedy for the fruit from Lord Rhode. One can be equivalent to several times of extra income for him, which is not comparable to ordinary things.

This deal is not a loss!

"By the way, wait a minute."

Suddenly, Rhode thought of something, plucked a few leaves from the mutant tree, turned around and ran to the Moon Well.

When he came back, he had a scoop of Moon Spring Water in his hand, and handed it over directly.

"What is this?"

Augula looked puzzled.

He didn't know that this thing was like holy water for all Moon God believers, and the elders in the tribe had to offer it when they saw it.

"Nothing, just something to heal injuries and recovery, see if it works for you."

"Oh."

Augula didn't think much about it.

He took the water scoop made of leaves and drank it all.

But before he could react, his soul "swished" and turned into a stream of light and sank into the tree god mark in the distance, taking the leaves in his hand with it.

"Ah?"

The little thing next to him looked up in confusion, as if he didn't understand why he disappeared, and seemed a little worried.

"Don't worry, he just went back to recuperate and will be back after a while."

According to Augula, his soul cannot leave his body for too long, otherwise he will be lost in the dream forest forever.

This is also a major feature of the dream forest, so that too many foreign souls will not disturb the tranquility of the forest.

As Augula left, Rhodes' expression became more and more solemn, and he looked up at the black moon in the sky again.

This time the black moon incident came too suddenly.

It caught them off guard.

I thought the biggest danger came from the black soil and the black beast, but I didn't expect that there was such a huge change hidden on this land.

What is a surprise?

This is a surprise!

Rhodes couldn't hold it in any longer.

What kind of mess did the Moon God leave for him?

"Full moon is violent, and waning moon is weak."

"Does it mean that every full moon has to experience a black moon?"

Rhodes couldn't help but guess in his heart.

Don't say it.

It's really possible.

My period comes once a month.

Why can't the black moon come?

And whether it's the case or not, he has to prepare in advance, so as not to be caught off guard like today when the black moon comes next time.

"Let's go and see the situation in the plantation."

After saying that, Rhodes took the little thing to the place where the battle was the most intense just now, and checked the situation of the plantation and wheat field.

What made him extremely distressed was.

Although they reacted very promptly, several plants were still affected and destroyed by the aftermath of the attack.

In addition to the wheat seedlings that were eroded by the black soil at the beginning, nearly twenty plants were lost, which were all his hard work.

Not to mention the little thing.

Looking at the dead plants, his tears were about to fall. He pouted and collected all the scattered leaves and branches, holding them in his arms and refusing to let go.

"Damn you, I'll destroy your nest sooner or later!"

Swearing angrily, Rhode moved quickly and began to cast spells on the plants that were severely damaged but still had hope of being saved, restoring their vitality.

Now the black moon has not completely retreated, but it is temporarily suppressed by the soul power.

So when casting, Rhode could clearly feel that the loss of magic power had become much faster, just like someone was pressing a vacuum cleaner directly on your head.

This feeling of debuff all over the body.

It was not relieved until a prompt message popped up.

[Cultivation successful, experience value +1]

[Professional level increased, lv6→lv7]

…

[Magic tree spirit lv7]

[Profession: Gardener]

[Experience: 0/70]

[Ordinary magic: vine whip, rain spell]

[Professional magic: cultivation]

Swish!

A breath of life rushed into the body.

After many days, he finally succeeded in upgrading.

"At this rate, it should be able to reach level 10 soon."

Feeling the discomfort in his body relieved, Rhode was finally in a better mood.

After all, there are more and more crops being planted now.

It's really hard for him to cast spells one by one, and the magic power consumption alone is a big problem.

According to his current estimate.

At lv7, his magic power limit should be around 70.

For elementary magic, if he consumes 10 points of magic power per minute, he can only last about seven minutes, and then he has to stop and slowly recover.

This does not take into account the consumption of mental power.

Young couples have to rest for a while after communicating their feelings, let alone such a high-intensity magic infusion.

But if he reaches level 10 and advances to the first level, it will be different. The total amount of magic power will definitely increase significantly, and then he will be able to do many things that he cannot do now.

"Ga~"

While thinking, the cry of a raven came from the side.

The little thing that was burying the plant corpse with it seemed to have discovered something incredible and kept calling there.

"What's wrong?"

Rhodes rushed over after hearing the news.

He found that where they buried the corpse, thumb-sized light spots slowly rose, accompanied by a burst of laughter, flying back and forth in the altar area.

[Elemental elves: special elves that breed magic elements. They will appear only under certain conditions. After reaching the lower level elves, there is a chance of spiritual intelligence and different attributes. 】