All Heavens: Transfer Students at Hogwarts

The wild land of the Sword Coast.

The magician and the druid sat cross-legged, one with his hands on his knees, the other holding the scepter tightly, their postures as calm as stone statues from a lost ancient country.

The power of nature roared in, and the ancient spirit uttered a long and distant cry, like the cry of a beast resounding in the empty valley.

Selune in the purple night sky spurted out milk as bright as frost, and every leaf of every tree in the forest seemed to be made of silver.

The wind howled in all directions, causing the weeds and shrubs beside the road to fall in circles toward the infinite scepter, and the grass waves gradually swayed, just like worshiping the king. The wind in early autumn is not cold, but has a gentle warmth and a faint salty smell of the sea.

The flower elves at the bottom of the leaves came rustling under the cover of darkness, observing the abnormality here, following their inner intuition, and casting curious glances at the Infinite Scepter.

The mirror-like silver glow on the surface of the scepter gradually dimmed, as if it had been etched by time, with mottled green rust appearing among the grayish white.

The tail of the staff grows downward, and branches out, the ends as thin as hair, pierce into the void, directly reach the source of magic, and begin to draw inexhaustible energy. These root systems will continue to grow and extend towards the planes, eventually spreading to the multiverse like a magic web.

The head of the staff is like a candlestick, split into clusters of branches that bend upward, with a central trunk and eight surrounding branches. The branches extend again eight times, and will continue to split like this in the future to form an infinitely dense crown.

Doric opened her eyes, but she could see nothing, and Lind took over her senses, communicating with the spirits of nature.

The tiefling shouted loudly: "All the spirits in the wilderness, in the name of the tower, I plant the infinite sacred tree. From now on, its roots will become the second magic network, its trunk will support the world, and its crown will gather together Thousands of candles shape the kingdom of God. Please bless it and use the power of nature to irrigate it so that the divine tree can grow vigorously."

All the spirits gathered together, and a hazy voice, mixed with men, women and children, echoed in their hearts.

"Druids, non-druids, you should please nature in order to receive my reward."

The so-called pleasing nature probably means planting trees, protecting animals, cleaning up pollution, etc. In form, it is the labor of green environmentalists, but in the end, it is also working as a wage earner for the spirit of nature.

As a magician, Linde got all his skills from the sect master for free. Of course, it was impossible to work part-time. It was time to use the sharp tongue of a highly charming person.

He then continued to manipulate Doric, and asked back, "Wan Ling, have you heard of the Emerald Dream?"

Wan Ling was puzzled: "What is the Emerald Dream?"

Linde solemnly introduced: "The Emerald Dream is also called the Dream of Creation. It is a realm untouched by civilization. It has infinite natural scenery, lush vegetation, and animals enjoy boundless freedom. You natural spirits, if you enter the Emerald Dream, you can Obtain an eternal dream body, which not only has extraordinary legendary power, but also can run freely as in life, and even reproduce happily."

The natural spirit itself is a collection of consciousness. Linde's simple description arouses the emotion of yearning among all the spirits of nature.

"Where is the dream you mentioned?"

"currently there is not."

Without waiting for the natural spirit to be disgusted, Linde immediately explained, "However, the canopy of the sacred tree can weave dreams. You only need to wait for it to grow. With your help, this process only takes a few years to decades. "

He deeply grasped the pain points of users, "As spiritual beings in the wilderness, you must need a shelter where your memory can be placed. Otherwise, most of your souls will gradually forget the past, become weak and demented, until they completely turn into basic thoughts. .”

Continuing to strike while the iron is hot, "With the Emerald Dream, the power of nature's spirits can thrive, making the way of nature more powerful. And I also know several ways to ascend to the gods that are suitable for you, and can help you gain the power of demigods. Again If you work hard, maybe you can be affiliated with the natural god system and become a weak god."

The magician's words revealed complete confidence, without any pretense or coaxing, and with such vigorous charm, even the collective consciousness of the natural spirits, which was immortal and immortal, was persuaded.

"Druids, non-druids, I agree with your proposal."

Lind manipulated Doric and said: "Then we make a contract, using the Devil's Eye as witness, and agree on the natural spirits of the Sword Coast to cooperate with the members of the High Tower Secret Dating. One party will provide the magic power of the wilderness, and the other will weave emeralds in the future. The dreamland welcomes all spirits to settle in. This is an eternal agreement that will not be terminated until the destruction and restart of the multiverse."

The natural spirit, dull for a moment, conveyed its affirmative opinion.

Linde immediately extracted the law of order from the eyeballs of the fiend in the deep hell, mixed it with ink, and wrote the contract on the parchment scroll in duplicate.

The grass on the surface grew rapidly, and the vines wrapped around a contract, secreting a large amount of oil. The parchment was then sealed into amber crystals. From now on, druids would guard this agreement between heaven and man.

The other copy was naturally taken into Linde's arms.

After discussing the cooperative business, you're done. Lind canceled the telepathy and Doric came to, gasping for breath.

"You didn't tell me that you wanted to negotiate terms with the natural spirits. And you manipulated me!"

Linde smiled and said: "Telepathy is a very subtle state. Usually if the gap between the two parties' thinking is too large, strife will occur. I have not deprived you of your five senses, but my proportion is too high, making you almost blind. Deaf. Of course, I need to apologize to you for not expecting this to happen."

Doric murmured, flicked his long tail, and asked with twinkling eyes: "Does your telepathy include mind reading?"

"Of course not." Linde laughed, "Your life experience is nothing worth reading."

The tiefling breathed a sigh of relief, "You're not a complete bastard...a good guy."

Linde took over the sprouted Infinity God Tree from her hand.

From a dead object to a living sapling, the plasticity of the artifact played a vital role, and of course the infusion of the power of nature was indispensable. From now on, you only need to raise it as a real tree, let the four elements flow and wash away, and the infinite sacred tree will naturally grow.

The current sapling is far from replacing the magic net. Its roots are still too thin and weak to carry spells above level 2.

"Look, it's quite beautiful. Compared to the golden tree, it looks a little colder. From now on, we can also call it the silver tree. I need to take some time to bind it to me."

"What do you mean?"

"The Divine Tree and I, I plan to form a community with it. This is the power system of Elden's Circle. It's normal for you not to understand. In short, when I bind the Divine Tree, it will be equivalent to entering the demigod level. .”