Alien world

Chapter 483 140. This is the morning light

The Druid Avengers entered the area where the saplings were planted, while Annan stayed outside.

He didn't expect that these words and scenes would make the Druid Avengers change... They had experienced too much in the long years, and their thinking had long been fixed.

Just as magical images are popular among nobles, older nobles still have a special liking for stage plots.At least no young aristocrat could read it over and over again in a day, even the mole next to Evelin’s collarbone could be clearly remembered.

Annan only hopes that the Druid Avengers can change their minds, and they will be victorious if they let Liberty City go.On top of this, it is best to seek some benefits.

The old orc and the orc druid who were left behind rushed over, and the old orc's words changed from orc language to common language: "We are all from the Melun Highlands. I thought he was a member of the Black Horn tribe."

"You did a good job." Compared with the lack of candor of other druid avengers, the orc druid was similar to Gemma: it stuffed the tree root to Annan, patted its head and said, "I was rude to you earlier. , you call back."

Annan had no intention of causing trouble for himself, and he didn't find the previous conflict offensive - if the orc was polite, he would peel off its skin to see what was inside.

"Is this your weapon?"

Annan weighed the root of the tree. It was much heavier than it looked, probably close to twenty pounds... The thick side was still stained with dried blood.

"My weapons are stained with the dirty blood of countless ratmen!" the orc druid said proudly.

"How many ratmen have you killed with this tree root?" Annan asked while looking at Michael, thinking that the two of them could exchange their experiences.

"At least dozens of them!"

"What about yesterday?"

The orc druid stood there stunned, as if the communication was beyond its ability to understand.

"Do you know why I am called the uncrowned rat-hunting champion?" Annan handed the tree root to the orc druid and casually rubbed his sticky hands on the mage's robe.

"Rat-hunting champion?"

"I killed tens of thousands of Skaven in one day in a fit of rage."

The orc druid grinned his fangs in mockery: "I don't believe it... you are short and have no muscles."

"But I have magic."

"Spells don't count."

"You are also a druid."

Annan is also planning to use orc druids to convince other alien races in the future: Why can't all races be integrated?Orcs can be druids!
"I didn't use the power of nature." The orc waved the roots proudly, which it had knocked out one by one.

"Do you like to hit them on the forehead or on the back of the head?" Michael couldn't help it.

Annan left the two of them and approached the druids.

The two groups of druids abandoned their conflicts and prejudice against Annan. The power of nature spread with their spells, and these saplings that had just sprouted grew vigorously at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Annan wishes they could all join Liberty City, where the wheat can mature ten times a year.With inexhaustible food and a floating city... Annan will have a free city that will never fall!
When the vast saplings at the foot of the mountains took the shape of a forest, the druids stopped.

Annan expressed his gratitude to them.No matter what, it is always worthy of respect to contribute to the preservation of nature - especially if people in this world do not realize this.

"Go back and tell Ingrid to prepare a banquet for the druids at the City Lord's Mansion... in the name of Mr. Treebeard."

The tree man druid accepted Annan's kindness, but the bark elf did not: "We are about to leave."

The good news is that they have given up on revenge against Liberty City, the bad news is that they are leaving.

"At least you have finished attending the banquet..."

"At least we finished the party..."

Annan and Gema said in unison.

The bark elf looked at the cowering Gema with disappointment, and sang a long poem in a low voice:
"In the deep forest."

"The independent druid,"

"The flame of revenge is branded in the heart," "For the lost nature and balance,"

"Challenge the darkness."

The centaur and other druid avengers chanted along, and the forest in the distance seemed to resonate:

"Tears turn into morning dew,"

"The blood turned into misty rain,"

"Dedicate your pain to nature."

"Let pain be the power of revenge,"

"Let the flames of revenge burn into the dark corners,"

"Let the seeds of betrayal and darkness have nowhere to hide."

The roar of the orc druid overwhelmed everyone, and Treebeard and the others looked at these former companions with complexity.

"In the morning light, the druid laid down the flames of vengeance,"

"Returning to the embrace of the forest,"

"Living in harmony with nature,

"Waiting for the next late night."

Annan exhaled and recovered from the long poem that was unspeakable and seemed to be a natural breath: "In the morning light, the druid laid down the flame of revenge... It is the morning light now, isn't it?"

"You should take a rest. It's safer here than outside." Treebeard said.

The last thing that made the bark elf choose to stay was the centaur's persuasion: "Yolanta, stay."

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With the help of Da De, the maid Abby and the borrowed chef prepared a Druid-style dinner before dusk - only vegetables, berries and juice.

When Annan looked at the orc druid, the orc druid also looked at Annan.

"Do you want to eat some meat?" Annan asked it quietly.

"Short Lord, you are offending a druid..." The orc's voice was softer than ever.

"I mean, do you want to eat some of the flesh of someone who harmed nature to relieve the rage of your hatred?"

"Very happy!"

Annan waved to the maid Abby, whispered a few words to her, and pointed to the orc druid.

After the maid Abby left, Annan glanced at the small banquet hall of the City Lord's Mansion.Itilia, Ingrid, Bronzebeard, and the old orc all attended the banquet.

Surprisingly, the Druid Avengers were not so disgusted with the eldest sister - Annan looked at Itilia and then at the equally gentle half-man deer, and he had the answer in his heart.

"Can you tell me your name? Beautiful lady." Annan took the initiative to strike up a conversation with the Deer.

"Selana, hello, Mr. Annan."

Serana has a pair of gentle and deep amber eyes, which are always filled with a kind of deep care and love, as if they can penetrate into the deepest part of people's hearts.When you see her eyes, you will feel a kind of tranquility and serenity, as if all the troubles have disappeared.

The beautiful antlers bend back gracefully, wearing a close-fitting garment woven from leaves and branches in the forest, outlining the deer's unique smallness and lightness.

When Annan talks to Serana, he won't know that she is the real reason why the Druid Avengers give up.

The elves are the spirits of the world, and the Deermen are the spirits of the forest. Serana knows everything from the trees.

(End of this chapter)