Banished to Another World

The tree people who sang their own victory and believed in their abilities were not aware. They thought that the two people who had already grasped and subdued were sitting comfortably in the big earth ball and chatting.

"It's a good idea." After sitting up, he gave affirmation to the first sentence.

The original battle was a smug smile. He wanted to pull the stern into his arms and was kicked by the other side. He didn't care. He said, holding the other's ankles: "The Black Forest is so big, the trees can control the trees, we It’s hard to find them and want to find their nest."

"It’s better to let them personally send us in. It’s better to let them go in." He nodded briefly, and after he had blinked at him in the original battle, he probably understood the other’s intentions. The ability of the original battle allowed him to flee the forest, but People also need to know where people are.

"Yes, I know you will understand." The original smashed a few tiny vents, and in order to prevent the fog from coming in, he sealed the entire sphere.

"Do you hear what they sang?" Strictly let the original hand reach out to him to see if he was affected by those songs.

Nodded in the original battle, "I started to sing as soon as I heard them sing. Then you start to sing, I will listen to you carefully. Slowly, the songs of those tree people can no longer affect me."

Strictly think that this has little to do with his own singing. It should be related to the ability of the original war. Perhaps a high-ranking warrior will not be so easily tempted by the tree if he is wary and holds his own mind.

I don't know if these trees are also graded. Is there a more powerful fighter?

"The mermaid staple food eats fish, the dwarves eat the same as us, but these tree people regard human beings as one of the prey, a little trouble." Once the positions are opposite, they feel that even if they can communicate, they may not be friends.

"You are worried that after we rescued them from ice, others will be tempted by the tree people, right?" The original war did not have to answer it harshly. He was also considering this question. "My ability cannot restrain them, nor do we It may really set fire to the entire Black Forest and it won’t burn."

"The threat is to be used on the blade." Strictly concealed, some words he could not say.

The original smirk, without his priests reminding him, he knows very well what to do next. He has also tried it, even if he can't kill those tree people, it is not difficult to get stuck in a few.

Strictness is also calculating, should he extract some venom from the laboratory that is powerful against the environment and soil, not too much, as long as they can scare those trees.

"I went to the temple and I will come back soon." Some people's **** increase is really unavoidable, and they sigh with sigh and disappear in the face of the original war.

The original eyelids jumped a bit, and the pain of the left rib wound that he had previously neglected became obvious.

An hour later, they appeared again in the soil ball and found that they were still in transit.

"This black forest is very big. Those who live in the tree should rely on comparison."

"Oh." I have been eavesdropping and observing the original battle outside to raise my fingers.

Screaming harshly.

The pace of the people outside the tree has slowed down, and the song has become more content.

"~The human being is a capable warrior who can control the soil. We throw him into the pit of the child. He might run into the soil and run away~"

"~With the Nether Flower, even the most powerful warriors can't escape the Nether Flower~"

In the earth ball, the original battle and the strict mutual observation, whispered to him: "What is the flower of the Nether?"

He had not heard of the original war.

Strictly and indulgently, I took out a tight bag from the herbal bag and handed it to the original battle. "If you smell a certain scent and feel dizzy, or feel the body gradually paralyzed, then you want to pour the powder in your hand into the mouth. It’s a bit bitter, don’t spit it out.”

The original battle was not afraid of suffering. He took the powder and asked: "Can't you eat first?"

"Absolutely not!"

"Then if I fainted quickly..."

"That's your bad luck."

The earth ball was crushed from the outside. In order to pretend that he was exhausted and poisoned and comatose, the original warfare could only let the outside tree break the soil ball to get the two out.

The tree people want to separate the two, but the original war is tight and tight, and the tree people have to cut off his arm for a long time and have not separated people. They have no choice but to throw the two together into the same child pit. in.

"~Do you want to use the flower of the Nether?~"

"~They are already comatose~"

As soon as the original battle and the stern heart were relaxed, I heard a more pleasing but low bass that sang in an irresistible tone: "This is a four-level fighter, give them a ghost!~"

In the original battle, a palm was placed on the side of his lips. He was ready to take the bitter medicine given by his priest.

However, the power of the Nether Flower is obviously beyond the expectations of the two. The tree man sent something to their noses. The original war did not smell the fragrance, which made him slow down, but when he reacted and the body was not right, he The body suddenly felt like a lightning bolt, and after a trepidation, his body could no longer move, and then he could not feel his body.

This feeling is completely different from the numbness of the eater's bee tail. At least there is a sense of paralysis, but the flower of the Nether makes him completely lose his feeling of the body, and his mind is still awake.

The powdered powder fell into the bottom of the pit and did not attract the attention of the trees.

He was also treated with the same treatment, which made him curious about the medicine of the Nether Flower.

"~ Separate them~"

With this command, a few branches were pulled out of the pit, and the original battle could no longer hold him. His limbs lost control, but he was thrown into another space. When the pit was in the middle, the bass suddenly gave a surprise.

"~How can he have a long-lived atmosphere in his body! Stop and send that human to me~"

Suddenly closed his eyes and felt that the branches wrapped around his body paused in the air and then changed direction.

A branch touched his body and slipped on his body.

The tree next to the tree made a speech: "I wondered why this human being could not give birth to a hostility. It turned out that he was also a long-lived family... No, why did the long-lived family grow like this?~"

"~Hybrid of human and longevity?~"

Very good, it turns out that there is already a concept of mixed blood. However, most of the humans here refer to the descendants of a certain **** and someone or a magical species. It is not surprising to know the word because their ancestors were mixed from the beginning!

"~Oh, oh, I can’t believe that human beings can give birth to children with the longevity."

"~This mixed-race child is really ugly~"

Strictly, ... ugly your ancestors!

"~Oh oh, it’s ugly and ugly. He doesn’t have a beautiful crown, and he doesn’t have a strong body. He only has two arms~”

It’s terrible that he really has more than two arms, okay?

"~Very poor~"

"~But he can talk~"

"~ Ah, ah, yes, yes, he didn't completely lose the blood of the longevity, he will at least speak~"

The silence has been completely speechless. The only advantage of this ancestor in this group of trees is that he still speaks? Listen to these sympathy and pity!

"~No, he is not a mixed-race~" The bass breaks the illusion of all the trees.

I was not originally. The only possibility that he and the long-lived family can think of is the fruit of his stomach.

"~What?~" The tree people screamed, "~He is not a mixed-race, why does he have a long-lived atmosphere in his body?~"

"~ Because..." The bass seems to be wondering. Its branches slide back and forth in the tight belly. Finally, it sings: "Oh, because this human has the blood of the longevity~"

Shit!

"Hey!"

"~Oh oh!~" A high-pitched super-high-pitched voice, "~A human being combined with a long-lived family, a human with a long-lived blood, shocked, brothers~"

Strictly shocked, almost did not cover up and opened his eyes.

"~Yeah, how does this ability warrior vomit blood?~"

Strictly, "..." The person who vomits blood is not him.

If the original battle of vomiting blood is not moving at this moment, he will definitely rush to give birth to his priests!

Why do my priests have other men's children! This is impossible! He wants to have children and can only be mine!

Wait, is it... I am a long-lived family?

Resolutely do not believe that his priest will give other **** a child's original battle at this time deeply doubted his blood heritage.

Suspected that the sorrow of the long-lived species was taken away by the bass, causing many trees to watch on the way.

Quietly near the child's pit, he opened his eyes in a treacherous manner. He saw a branch sticking to his chest, and a black seed with a big thumb on the top of the branch.

"~呀~" a pleasant scream, but then the treeman laughed: "~It’s a power warrior, but you can open your eyes, but there is a ghost, you can never break free, honestly in the pit Stay here~"

The branches cut his chest with a sharp wooden thorn and stuffed the black seed into his wound.

The original war did not feel any pain, except for the head above, the neck below him has completely lost consciousness.

The tree-planter who swayed the seed swayed and sang the song away, and the original war began to observe his environment.

He was sitting in a deep pit, the depth of the pit just allowed him to put his head out of the pit, and the size of the pit allowed him to maintain a knee-like sitting position.

The eyelids drooped, he tried to look at his chest, the animal armor was scratched, but there was no blood flowing out inside, and the wound seemed to heal?

I really want to see where the seed is buried, but because the neck can't sag, he can't see more.

Look up and look around.

The original battle looked a glimpse, and soon, his face became extremely embarrassing.

Around him, wherever he sees his eyes, he can see a lot of people, and there is a person who is not far from him. It is the ice that disappeared in the past two days.

The ice squinted, but the expression on his face was extremely strange. He was like a kind of beautiful daydream, with a very pleasant and dreamy expression on his face.

However, from the perspective of the original war, he can clearly see a green bud from the pothole where the ice is located.

The fine buds sway with the wind and seem to be extremely weak. The top of this fine bud has two green buds. Under the buds, there are dozens of tender and tender whiskers. These tenders are twisted or stretched in the sun. There is even a sense of transparency, which is very cute both.

But this fine bud grows cute again, it also grows out of the human body!

Although the original battle could not see the position below the ice neck, he could guess.

The child is pit, it turns out that this is the child pit!

He told him that wherever people and beasts have been buried and buried in corpses, the plants there will grow particularly well in the coming year, because the bodies will make the soil fertile.

These **** tree people are obviously very clear about this, and they even directly take the living they are the soil to plant their offspring!

The range that the original war can see can still see a lot of people, most of them are the missing soldiers of the original tribe.

Anyone who can see the face, without exception, has almost the same expression as ice, but they still have no sprouts, including the ones who disappeared with the ice.

How can the buds on the ice grow so fast?

The original battle suddenly had a bit of a bad idea.

Looking further away, you can already see the small trees that are formed. They are not tall or large, only about a foot above the ground, but the branches and shapes are already very similar to those of the trees. And wherever there is a small tree, the head is no longer visible.

The one-foot-tall tree is two feet high behind it, so one layer after another, until there is a small tree with a height of half a person.

There are still many adult tree people walking in the small trees that have grown up, and they seem to be taking care of those small trees. Those small trees become very active after they are half a person tall, and they will deliberately stretch the branches to entangle the nearby adult tree people, or entangle each other.

The original battle can hear a burst of rustling and snoring like the wind blowing through the trees. Those sounds sound very happy, maybe those little trees are laughing?

Strictly seeing these scenes, he couldn't help but open his eyes.

If you don't see the head of the center that stretches out of the pit, how much harmony and love the green land that cultivates the little tree people is full of life!

But if you think of a corpse buried under every small tree in the forest, every tree has at least one soul screaming and crying, and you can't help but scream.

From the woodland that cultivated the seedlings, all the way is the birds and flowers, which is a completely different view from the edge of the Black Forest.

The forests deep in the Black Forest are not as dense as he expected. There are also valleys, dangerous peaks, and large meadows.

The clear stream flowing through the forest, the golden sunlight swaying from the branches and leaves, the wildflowers blooming in the grass, the crisp birds singing with the songs of the trees, and occasionally one or two beasts moving from the trees. Over.

Golden sunshine? The stern eyes fell into the stream and were tightly attracted.

This is not an adjective. He really saw a flash of golden light.

what is that? What are the glittering and bright colors in the stream?

Strictly can't believe his eyes. If he is not mistaken and guessed wrong, the cobblestones and gravel in this stream, including the gravel at the bottom of the stream, are natural bare/exposed gold mines!

Ha, this is a world where all human beings will be fascinated. Even if they have not regarded gold as an important metal, it is just that the scenery and rich materials here are enough to make people intoxicated.

Severely swallowing his mouth, it is him, seeing such a natural bare/exposed high-quality gold mine that can be seen with his eyes, can not help but be heartbroken.

Where is the end of this stream? Is that the hill? Will the mountain be gold?

When I thought about it, I suddenly laughed out suddenly.

What if he got this gold mine? Used to build a house? He is also glaring!

Nowadays, it is still difficult to fill the stomach, and gold is now used as an ornament.

But... I don’t know if the Three Cities will treat gold as a treasure? If a more distant civilization already has metal civilizations, maybe these golds will come in handy.

There has always been a doubt in the past life, the question is: Why do all the civilizations on the planet that can be called the gold will regard gold as a precious metal? As a symbol of rights and status?

Gold, in ancient times and ancient times, in addition to good-looking this point, can not eat, can not be used as a weapon, why is it held to such a high position? Just because there are few? But before any mass excavation and exploration knowledge is formed, is there any metal that is rare? Bronze can also be used as a weapon! So who is giving the gold a noble identity?

Does gold have the function that modern people do not know in ancient civilizations?

Strictly, the more you think about it, the more you hide it.

"~Are you awake?~" The man who was with him was quite surprised, but he couldn't move him if he couldn't move.

"~You...want to take me to where?~" Strictly retracted the thoughts of Pentium, tried to open his mouth and found that he could control the throat muscles.

"~Take you to see our Sama~" The bass answered him.

Sama? Not a shaman? He seems to have heard the word, where is it?

Strictly trying to remember, I finally remembered that he had met a mountain nation when he went to the mountains to find medicine. The grandmother and **** of that nation was called Samar. It was a woman who respected the habits of the matriarchal clan. Nation, their Samar is actually a great shaman with priesthood and head functions.

The tree people claim to be the people of the mother god, the descendants of the **** of life, then their Sama is their leader?

"~How far is it?~" Suddenly, I feel sad that anyone who is **** under the arm will not feel comfortable.

"~It’s almost here~"

The bass is almost half an hour away, and he is suddenly found to open his eyes. He simply looks at it all the way, but because he can't move under his neck, he can only see the ground he passed.

All the way, he found a lot of familiar herbs.

The terrain is sinking, he heard the sound of the bang, and there is probably a small waterfall nearby, he guessed.

Walking, the bass took him into a crack in the wide underground like a canyon.

The cracks are not dark, but instead there are no tall trees around them, and the cracks are wide enough to walk in a sunny, fertile basin.

Suddenly, the fruit that had just been quiet in his belly violently hit his lower abdomen.

Suddenly surprised, he apparently lost his body feeling, but after the fruit began to hit his lower abdomen, he actually felt severe pain from the point of impact. Gradually, his body began to recover consciousness.

At this moment, the bass again opened: "~ Our Samar is in front~"