Praise of the Light to the Dark Knight

Yalan and Chris, who followed into the jungle, didn't find Mr. Chris' shadow at all as soon as they entered. The old druid ran too fast and was too good at hiding, and the whole forest exuded an indescribable The aura of the forest is very different from the original feeling of the woodland, so Chris actually has the feeling of entering an unfamiliar woodland. The chaotic atmosphere of the forest itself greatly reduces the effect of the tracking spell.

"It's too bad, we even lost Etjaya now." Yalan sat on the back of the buck Chris, and touched his antlers very naturally...

Chris can't help digging the ground in depression, the terrible priest of light, does he often run around on the druid?Normal people would be embarrassed to ride a druid, right?No, normal people would never ask to ride a druid to run!

--well?Now it seems that he himself asked the priest to ride up?

"Ahem." The buck coughed humanly, "Elves, as the guardians of the sacred tree, you have a way to talk to plants, right? Unlike druids who just feel the emotions of plants, it is said that you have a way to make them feel The tree also speaks?"

Yalan seemed to think that the antler felt good to the touch. He touched it and said, "No, it can't, it's not a tree that can talk, it's a tree man who stands there and pretends he can't move, and sleeps all the time. Humans can only recognize it, we are similar to you Druids in other plants, we can only feel emotions."

Whoa!Chris jumped in surprise.

Ents - Another intelligent creature from the woodlands, they are said to be wise and long-lived, the only problem is that most people, even druids, have trouble picking a sleeping Ent out of the woods.

There is no difference in life and breath between tree people and ordinary trees. No one knows why some trees are tree people, and some are just trees no matter how old they are. In fact, the tree people themselves may not know the reason.

"Ents, are they still extinct?" Chris continued to dig the ground. Many elders of the Druid sect even believed that the Ents were too slow and lifeless, and they were not willing to move and talk, so they couldn't sleep all day long. Thinking about others, they are basically extinct.

Yalan stretched out her fingers, hissed, turned off the buck's back, and walked to two trees next to each other. One of them was tall and straight with dense branches and leaves, while the other was crooked and curled up, with yellow leaves falling almost to the ground. There were not a few pieces left, and it was all supported by the tall tree that didn't lie on the ground.

Chris's eyes lit up immediately, and he pointed to the tall tree: "Is this a treant? It is said that they can heal plants and protect the woodland, but there are really treants in this forest? God, I have lived here for 30 years in vain. ah!"

The druids are full of respect and longing for the legendary treant. Imagine who in this world knows more about plants than the plants themselves?To chat about nature with a knowledgeable Ent... Chris's eyes would be filled with hearts.

"No." Yalan sighed, seeming to sympathize with Chris, he touched the crooked tree, "This is..."

Chris: "..."

No wonder the tree looks lazy to sleep on the big tree!The sound of broken dreams came!

Under Chris's resentful gaze, Yalan approached the tree and spoke softly to the treeman in Elvish language. The leaves rustled for a while, but there was no response.

Yalan slightly increased the volume, and the tree didn't even move its leaves this time.Yalan was silent for a moment, and it could almost be called a cry, and then the trunk spun around, obviously... turning its back.

Yalan: "..."

He looked at Chris and pointed to the tree: "Please, come and hit it."

"what?"

"I can't wake up, do you want me to pat it with my own hands?" Yalan showed his slender and white fingers, and pointed to the old gnarled tree roots over there.

Chris kept a dull gaze, walked over, and hit it with antlers.

"No, haven't you eaten yet, use your strength!"

Chris gritted his teeth, bang———————

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh——" the buck heard the sound of its antlers cracking slightly, and immediately changed back to its original shape. The humanoid Chris held his forehead, and a little bit of bright red color was exposed between his fingers.

The tree followed the deer, with a jumping ability no less than that of a buck, jumped three feet high, and made a rumbling sound, the ground cracked, and the tree man pulled out his roots together, and Man is no different, stomping on the ground in pain... stomping his roots full of nodules and clods of dirt.

"What kind of weird doll is pissing off the old man?"

When the tree man spoke, it sounded like a cracking sound coming from the inside of the rotten wood, and the tree man's accent was quite strange, with a mix of dialects from various places, and it was full of a strange tongue style mixed with goblin and orc dialect.

"Good day, Mr. Tree." The real behind-the-scenes master had a soft smile on his face. When the tree man turned his head and saw him, he immediately waved the crown of the tree, as if dancing.

"Ah, baby elf! What are you doing with this phantom, it's so ugly!" The treant glanced at Yalan with eyes that he didn't know where he grew up, and shook the canopy violently in disgust.

Yalan pulled out the ring on her hand quite speechlessly, and the natural light from the holy tree elf instantly illuminated the dark woodland warmly and lustrously.

"How beautiful!" The treant admired the light for a moment, then suddenly jumped three feet high, "Little elf, you are here! The forest is thick!"

Chris didn't care about the blood on his head, and immediately came over: "What happened? What's going on here?"

"You are Dede of the sect!" The tree man looked at Chris, "The old man knows you, madness is spreading everywhere in this forest!"

"Madness?" Chris was startled, "Really...really crazy?"

The tree man shook his canopy up and down: "The old man was sleeping well, and suddenly he felt something was wrong. When he opened his eyes, the druids in the woods all went crazy! Some of them turned into wild beasts, biting animals and gnawing tree roots everywhere. , some messed with spells, the trees in the whole forest were abnormal, the old man heard that they were restless, refused to take root and drink water honestly, and wanted to... want to kill people!"

Yes!Chris suddenly became alert. As soon as he entered the woods, the woodland in the past was warm and comfortable, but now these familiar trees are obviously emitting hostility!That indescribable feeling is the hostility from the tree!

"It's terrible~ all of them are poisonous! If it weren't for the old man, he would start talking nonsense now!" The tree demon shook his trunk.

Yalan sighed again: "Mr. Tree...you..."

You are talking nonsense!Yalan has never met a knowledgeable old tree man who would call a druid... Dede...

He walked up to the tree man, stretched out his left hand and put it on the tree trunk of the tree man, the tree man suddenly became quiet, looked at the elf, the elf closed his eyes gently, and after a while, he chanted an elf spell, and the tree man fell silent. The natural light belonging to the holy tree spirit spread until it enveloped the old treant in front of him.

The light lasted for a while before it was retracted. After the light faded from the tree man, the old tree man who was bouncing just now stood quietly and dignifiedly on the ground, and began to look like a real old tree that had seen the glory of time. Tree.

"Son of the Holy Tree, thank you." The old tree man spoke again, and the sound he made was like the distant echo of the mountains and forests, quiet and serene.

Chris was dumbfounded - what a disease!

The tree man shook his branches and leaves, and the bent trunk became more upright. Although it was not as straight as the one he used as a pillow just now, at least it looked like a tree instead of a bunch of trees. He stretched out the branch, Yalan smiled, and sat on the branch, then the treant picked up Yalan and walked all the way into the forest.

Druid Chris continued to be stunned. Now he seems to have seen the legend that the elders of the sect always talked about. The holy tree elves in radiance are sitting in the dense green leaves, singing songs, and grazing the entire forest.

He froze for a moment, then hurriedly hopped his feet back into a stag, bouncing and chasing after him.

"Son of the Holy Tree, can you detect what caused the mutation? Is it a spell? Or a curse?"

The tree man asked, but Yalan shook his head: "No, not at all. There is no trace of spells, nor the natural power of other bloodline spellcasters. I think it's probably just pollution."

"Pollution?"

Both the tree man and the druid were taken aback.

Yalan continued: "It's just environmental pollution. The dirt deposited on this land exceeded the self-purification ability of the forest. So the plants growing in this forest began to mutate, and the druids who continued to gain power from this forest I didn't notice it, so I started to go crazy."

"However, there are no wizard laboratories, no large towns, and no wars or other accidents. Where did the dirt come from?" The tree man's skin was tangled up, like a human frowning.

Chris asked, "So can you purify it?"

"I can't, I'm just 'a' elf." Yalan replied.

Hearing the accent in Yalan's words, he immediately said: "You mean, just a few more holy tree elves?"

"No!" It was the tree man who answered loudly, and the tree man let out a roar like thunder in the valley, "This forest is polluted. If the source is not found, the pollution will continue. We can't demand anything unrelated to this." The holy tree elves burn their lives to purify it. Druids, you and I, are the guardians of this woodland."

Chris bowed his head in shame: "Yes, you are right. Then we should immediately find the hidden druid and see what the situation has become."