Farming Tree Spirit

"What's this?"

Rhodes looked at the gargoyle figure in his hand and wondered.

"Eh? Is she even willing to give this thing?"

Ogola came over with a surprised look on his face: "I've seen this thing before. It's a unique method of conveying information to the demon clan. As long as you inject magic power into it, this little gargoyle will come to life and then convey the information you want to convey." Brought to its original owner, it was said to be very troublesome to make.”

"Remote communication method..."

Rhodes' eyes moved and he looked at the gargoyle in his hand in surprise.

This was the first time he had seen such a thing, and he couldn't help but feel a little surprised. If there wasn't only one, he would have wanted to directly inject magic power to try the effect.

Sure enough, every race has its own unique features.

After spending the past few days getting along.

He also roughly understood the situation of the demon clan.

Although they do look ferocious, not all demons are as brutal and murderous as the rumors say.

The difference between good and bad depends only on the individual.

This may be the reason why the dream forest created by the Moon God can tolerate countless races. He seems to understand the meaning of the word "nature".

"Let's go, we should go back and prepare. The black moon will come in three days."

After putting away the gargoyle, Rhodes returned to the altar.

He did not plan to sow the next batch of wheat seeds immediately, because no one knew what he would encounter when the black moon came.

And according to his estimation.

Wheat matures every ten days, and with the preparation time in between, a month is just enough for two plantings, so there is no need to rush.

"Is there only three days left?"

Hearing Black Moon, Augula didn't have the time to think about anything else.

Although he didn't pay attention to those small miscellaneous fish, they were very troublesome when they were numerous.

If a black beast of level 4 or above appeared, he might not be able to take too much care of it.

Thinking of this, he said: "Sir Rhodes, I will go back and wake up the clan members first. I will come over to make preparations as soon as I finish my work."

With the current scale of the Dream Woodland, it is already the limit for carrying his fourth-level soul. It is simply impossible for other members of his race to come and help.

So he still has to do it himself.

If you can advance to the fifth level within these three days, you should be able to be more secure.

After all, since the last time he ate the black fruit, he has been very close to the fifth level.

When the time comes, it will be a meritorious service to garrison the woodland.

Isn't he the great hero of Dreamland?

It seemed good to Ogola when he thought about it.

He quickly moved the allocated wheat to the statue of the Tree of Life, preparing to take it back to the Sea of ​​Forest, surprising the elders.

"Is there anything you need my help with?"

Rhodes came over and asked.

"Hehe, there really is."

Ogola rubbed his hands and looked at the statue next to him: "Lord, please help me send all this wheat to our side."

"Can't you bring it yourself?"

Rhodes was a little confused.

"How can it not be possible? Only Lord Moon God can open the passage between the Dream Forest and the Forest Sea. You are the envoy sent by Lord Moon God. You have to come to get so many things."

"Okay, leave it to me."

Rhodes nodded, and then tried to communicate with the Tree of Life statue mentally.

Then the scene flashed before my eyes, and it was exactly like last time, appearing on the sacrificial platform of the tree spirit clan, and it was even clearer than the last time.

It seems that after the restoration of the Tree of Life statue, the connection between the Dream Grove and the Dryad clan has deepened, allowing his consciousness to travel back and forth freely.

In contrast.

The moon goddess statue is too hip-reaching.

I can only sense a vague spiritual aura, and I don’t know if it’s because the tree spirits are closer to the forest or for some other reason.

"It does seem possible. I'll try to see if I can send it over."

As Rhodes said, he wrapped the wheat with his spirit and sent them to the other side.

…

at the same time.

In the middle of the forest sea.

The war giant trees who were praying to the tree god's totem suddenly felt a terrifying wave of life that gathered crazily on the totem.

boom!

A dazzling green light pillar fell from the sky, covering the entire altar.

The majestic breath of life shocked all the giant war trees to their feet.

"What's going on?"

"What happened?"

There were exclamations everywhere, and even the sleeping elder opened his eyes.

Then he saw a hill of wheat appearing on the altar, and the rich breath of life instantly filled the center of the forest.

"This is...the wheat Ogula mentioned before!"

"It's the divine envoy! It must have been sent here by the divine envoy!"

Long before.

They just heard Augula say it.

The angels are planting a kind of wheat that they can use to absorb and restore life energy and repair their souls.

So they quickly guessed what it was, and everyone looked shocked.

Because the breath of life contained in these wheats is really too strong.

Just one puff made their souls stabilize a lot and stopped showing signs of dissipating. They were simply divine objects!

wrong.

This is a divine thing!

Dream Glade is the divine kingdom of the Moon God.

Everything inside is beyond imagination for them, even if the woodland is now dilapidated.

"Thank you, Lord Envoy, for the reward!"

"Quickly, go check on Ogula and see if he wakes up."

They knew that all this was due to Ogola.

If it weren't for him helping the envoy rebuild the forest, the tree spirits wouldn't have received so many rewards, and they must be rewarded.

And just as they were talking.

Augura, who was protected in the distance, returned to his body and opened his eyes suddenly.

"How is it? Have you received the things Lord Rhodes sent?"

As soon as he woke up, he looked around, looking a little anxious.

As a result, before he could see clearly, the tree spirits all surrounded him.

"Augura, you woke up."

"We have received the things."

"You are good, kid, you are worthy of being watched by me."

"You are the pride of our tree spirits!"

The tree spirits chattered non-stop, and Augura was also praised dizzy, and the entire center of the forest sea fell into a jubilant atmosphere.

Then they took the wheat given by Rhodes and went to wake up the sleeping people of the same tribe to repair their damaged souls.

Ogula also ran to the edge of the barrier excitedly, looking for his childhood friends, wanting to tell them the great news.

When it was completely dark.

All the war giant trees gathered again.

However.

It was completely different from when they left.

Their expressions were extremely gloomy, without the laughter just now.

The leaves on the elder's body trembled slightly, and the whole area around the altar was terribly quiet.

After a while.

He took a deep breath and asked: "How is it? How many tribesmen have woken up?"

After the words fell.

The forest was quiet again.

Every tree spirit lowered his head and didn't speak.

Ogula clenched his fists, and resin flowed from his eyes.

"Only... more than twenty."

Finally, a hesitant voice sounded.

As soon as this was said, the originally high spirits of all the tree spirits completely disappeared.

More than twenty of the same tribe, plus those who are awake now, there are less than forty, which is much less than they expected.

For those who didn't wake up, it goes without saying that their souls had probably completely dissipated.

"Alas..."

The elder sighed and looked much older.

"Well, well... let them return to nature."

They were a tribe of tree spirits, born in nature.

This destination was not too bad for them.

At least.

They still had hope!