Vegetable Skeleton's Exotic Land Reclamation

"Really...really burning?" Mathis murmured in a daze.

He calculated that it was impossible for elves to cut down trees, but he didn't expect that another inexplicable guy would suddenly pop out and burn the tree down. The tree is on fire.

Can the tree of life be burned so easily? If it were so easy, the Tree of Life would have been burned countless times over the past 90,000 years.

But the tree of life not only didn't stop it, but seemed to be burning at an accelerated rate. The trunk with a diameter of several kilometers was really going to burn, and within ten days and a half a month, the core of the tree could not be burned at all.

But now, in less than half a day, the tree of life has already burned into a big torch.

Not only did the elves not stop them, but their queen even stood by this guy, blocking her own attack. Not only did the vines fail to touch anyone, even the mantises they sent out were strangled in front of the formation.

And the insect swarm he relied on the most, couldn't even get close to the enemy, and fell to death inexplicably around, and the few that rushed past were all exploded into powder under the impact of the enemy's soul.

What's wrong with this world? What's the matter, elf? Your gods will be burned by others!

Mathis was wailing in his heart, he couldn’t do without howling, the tree of life was on fire, and Mathis parasitic on it burned even more vigorously, and the vines attached to the surface had been burned away, so he had to shrink back to the tree of life The interior and root system of the tree.

I don't know if they heard its wailing, but the elves gathered around, shouting loudly to put out the fire, and even sternly ordered Ange to stop.

Anger did stop, and then quickly took out the guys. Dozens of titans, dozens of undead magisters, and a lot of sword saint angels were ready to fight.

Then he stomped his feet again—the king came, and the nearby skeletons that had been gnawed to the bone all crawled up.

No one knows how many animals there are in the forest, but the total number must be more than the elves. They did not escape, and almost all became food for the bugs, and only the bones remained.

These skeletons must be more than the number of elves present, so in turn, the elves were surrounded.

Even so, the elves persevered and organized themselves to charge, unable to accept that their god was burning there.

The voice of the God of Life suddenly sounded: "Ange, let the little sapling come out."

Ange blinked, took out the sapling and put it on his head. He didn't want the sapling to come out, it was too dangerous, but it was the request of the God of Life, so he just had to pay attention.

As soon as the young sapling came out, it saw the big burning torch and was frightened. It waved the leaves and sent out a fierce message: use force—grow—force—grow——

"Thank you, little guy, I can feel your vitality." The tree of life said slowly, and could clearly feel the smile in its words.

The little sapling stood there holding up the leaves. This big torch can 'talk'.

Then, the voice of the tree of life sounded in the hearts of all the elves: "From now on, it will be the new god of life."

For the vast majority of the elves, this is the first time they heard the voice of the God of Life, but no one would doubt its authenticity, because the feeling that the voice brought to them was like being in the treetops when they were young. When playing on the ground, the feeling of the breeze blowing is exactly the same.

The elves looked at each other, and couldn't help but put down their weapons. Their weapons didn't dare to face their gods.

Ange was holding the sapling like this, and the elf didn't dare to do it anymore. How could he fight? Matisse's last glimmer of hope was also shattered.

"Crazy, crazy! I won't play with you anymore, burn it, burn this stupid tree to death, I'll find something else to parasitize." Mathis's voice sounded out of frustration.

A god who has lived for 90,000 years is willing to burn himself, just to die with him?

Faced with such a crazy technique, Matisse had no other preparations but to run away.

When the roots of the parasitic vines broke away from the tree of life and went deep into the ground, Ange suddenly pulled out Hemel.

Hemel blinked his blank eyes and looked around, not knowing why. He didn't know what Angor was doing when he suddenly pulled it out.

"Remove the bugs," Ange said.

"Oh." Suddenly, Hemel bowed his body, and two scales bulged on his back, exposing the cicada membrane underneath. When the cicada membrane vibrated at a high speed, a hissing ultra-high frequency sound spread. .

After more than ten breaths, the ground surged, and countless insects crawled out of the soil, crawling or flying towards Hemel.

"Hiss, so many bugs? Chambada, with so many bugs, even if we burn this place to nothingness, we may not be able to clean it up. If there are only a few left, they will soon breed a lot. It's annoying. "Negris shouted in fear.

Seeing the insects crawling out densely, the elf's scalp is numb, can this forest still exist? If they can't be cleaned up, will they get up at night and chew them off?

Hemel kept calling, calling out the bugs, and then waited there with his mouth wide open, chewing all the bugs that crawled over one by one.

As the same insect god, it also has a natural restraint on insects. If Mathis is still there, it can interfere with it, but now Mathis has run away, and all the nearby insects obey its orders. .

Mattis was startled, worm god? Why is there another worm god?

"No, you can't let it kill all the eggs, at least leave me one or two, or you have to start breeding again." Mathis, who had dived deep into the ground, had to drill down to the ground again.

Bugs have a pedigree, and each exterminator breeds different ones. Some breed fast, some are strong in combat, some can fly and some can crawl. If all the bugs in a series are dead, you want to breed It is not so easy to produce the same bug.

An exterminator always has several kinds of useful insects in his pocket, and expands the number when needed.

But when he crawled and climbed to the root of the tree of life, trying to parasitize on the tree of life again, a very speechless voice suddenly sounded in his mind: "You think I'm easy to bully, don't you?"

Mathis was shocked to find that his body was out of control, and was dragged from the soil by a powerful force, brutally, forcefully, forcefully dragging him out of the soil to the ground.

The God of Life is the most tyrannical existence on this plane. It has survived for more than 90,000 years and protected the entire elf forest.

Last time, the planted body of a god escaped into the forest and was slapped to death by it. Ordinary gods, in its eyes, are no better than ordinary people.

However, all things in the world are interdependent, and it overlooked for a while, allowing Matisse to parasitize it. The reason why Matisse can't do anything is because they have already merged into one, and all the forces that act on Matisse will also act on it at the same time. its body.

It cannot destroy Matisse in the parasitic state, because it cannot destroy itself.

But An Ge cut down the tree without saying a word, and it was really cut down. The trunk of the tree was burned into a big torch, leaving only the roots in the ground.

In this case, parasitism is meaningless, so Matisse is out of the parasitic state. When it is out of the parasitic state, the God of Life is tantamount to regaining freedom.

It's easy to get away. In the past, he was quietly parasitized because he didn't pay attention. Now that the God of Life is on guard, he still wants to parasitize back again? Does he think the God of Life is easy to bully?

The God of Life was speechless, and directly pulled it out from the depths of the ground.

Just like that, he was suspended in the air by volley, and all the vines shrank into a ball, like a sepak takraw ball.

The bugs have been pulled out, and the fire can be put out. After all, the tree is cut down to catch the bugs.

Once there was a kind of bird that liked to find worms to eat on the worm-infested tree. After eating the worms, the tree no longer had worms and could grow again.

But sometimes the pecking is too hard, the insects are not eaten, but the tree is pecked to death. Ange is not this kind of bird. He just wants to save the tree of life.

"Extinguish the fire!" Anger yelled.

It is not easy to burn, but even more difficult to destroy.

Lamo waved his staff and quickly chanted the spell: "Ghosts sleeping in the depths of the earth, sleeping earth elves, heed my call and wake up."

The ground trembled rumblingly, lumps of mud covered in black smoke bulged up, turned into mud monsters one by one, wriggled and rushed towards the tree of life, slapped and landed on the tree.

In places covered by mud, the flames were cut off in an instant, and they could no longer burn.

Not only Lamo, more than a dozen night watchmen cast spells non-stop, and the mud monster rushed to the place where the tree trunk was burning, covering an area of ​​several thousand square meters.

But after a while, Lamo became desperate after waiting for the undead mage. A few thousand square meters looked like a big area, but it was an inconspicuous small piece to a giant tree with a diameter of several thousand meters.

"It won't work like this, the tree is burned out, and the mud may not be enough to cover one-tenth of it." Lamo said.

"Let's come! Elven magicians, assemble!" Estoria said.

"Yes!" Hundreds of elf magicians gathered, and at the same time, more elves stood outside, mobilizing the elements following Estoria's order.

The lifespan of elves is too long. Even elves with poor talent, including elf archers or hunters, can master some low-level magic during their lifespan of nearly a thousand years.

These low-level magics are useless, but their own spiritual power can play a role in mobilizing elements. A large number of elves can work together to mobilize a large number of distant elements to the vicinity.

Casting spells, elements are the foundation, without elements, no matter how strong the mental power is, the higher the magic level, it is meaningless.

With the assistance of a large number of elves, the nearby water elements became more and more dense, and the humidity was so high that water would come out when pinched.

Hundreds of elf magicians, led by Estoria, chanted loudly.

The water elements condensed into raindrops, splashed down, and poured onto the torch-like tree of life, creating bursts of white smoke.

The white smoke rose up, floated into the air, condensed into raindrops again, and poured down again.

In this cycle, the water element keeps going back and forth between the air and the torch, taking away a lot of heat, transpiring a huge amount of water vapor, and isolating as much air as possible.

The huge torch was slowly and slowly extinguished like this.

At this point, it was already the afternoon of the second day, and forty hours had passed since Ange came to the Elven Forest.

"It's been a long battle." Negris sighed as he looked at the Tree of Life, which had been burned into a stick of fire, with only half of its surface scorched black and its crown completely gone.

The elves staggered and lay on the ground, especially those mages, many of whom had exhausted their magic power and fell asleep.

Gaillard, on the other hand, was full of energy and stayed up for more than forty hours. For a dragon hunter like her, it was too easy and normal.

It's just that looking at the devastated forest, her face is somber, and everyone can feel the grief from her face.

This is definitely a disaster for the elves. Looking down from the sky, within a diameter of 100 kilometers centered on the World Tree, almost all plants and animals have been devoured, exposing the bare surface.

The total number of elves living in this area is as high as 30,000, but now there are only more than 10,000 left. Needless to say, we all know where the disappeared elves have gone.

Except for the elves, few of the creatures in this area survived. Those shadow leopards, white deer, apes, birds, beasts, insects, fish, etc., are now only a pile of bones.

Ever since there was an elf family, it seems that they have never suffered such a tragic loss. In less than two days, tens of thousands of elves died, and Gaillard's heart was broken.

"Your Majesty, my condolences." Negris flapped his wings and comforted him weakly.

Gaillard turned around, forced a smile, and said, "Thank you, Mr. Naig, and Mr. Ange. Thank you for coming to support. The elves will always remember your help."

Negris quickly waved his hand and said, "No, no, we are here to save the old tree, not to help you."

A black line appeared on Gaillard's forehead, and those words made people want to beat the brass dragon.

Negris also realized that what he said was too straightforward, and he quickly made up for it: "By the way, I will help you too."

Gaillard sneered, not knowing what to say, it was fine if Negris didn't make up the last sentence, but making it up made her want to beat someone even more.

"What are your plans? In the current situation, it is impossible to live here. Do you have a place to move?" Negris asked.

Gaillard smiled gently, and said firmly: "The place where the God of Life is is the home of the elves, and we will build it well."

"That's good, but the old tree will be burnt like it is now, and it won't recover for a while. You have to be prepared for long-term persistence. If you need help, just tell me. Ange should be able to help a lot, right? Ah Ann..." Negris turned his head while talking, but there was no trace of Ange.

"Chambada, this dead skeleton..." An ominous premonition arose in his heart, Negris flew around the tree of life, and soon found Ange, this guy was sowing seeds, Little angels and little zombies followed him, burying the seeds in the soil.

"Cangbada, it's this time, and you're still thinking about planting something?" Negris scolded angrily.

Ange ignored it, stepped on the footprints, and the young sapling on the head immediately waved its leaves enthusiastically.

I saw that the seeds that had just been planted quickly sprouted and grew crazily.

Countless worms were burned to ashes, rolled into the air and scattered, and the ground was already covered with a layer of worm ash.

The tree of life was burned to a bare pole, and the ashes it burned spread all over the ground, and the rainwater from the fire extinguished it, and the ground was thoroughly watered.

Within the scope of the halo of quick death, countless plants grew like crazy. Gaillard was stunned by this miraculous scene, staring at all this with disbelief.

The charred half of the tree of life suddenly cracked a crack on the scorched black surface, and a little green sprout emerged from it.

"I understand." Negris slapped his psoas excitedly and said, "Vitality! The growth of plants can stimulate the vitality of the world tree. If the forest is replanted, the tree of life will be restored."

Gaillard's eyes lit up immediately.

In the next few days, all the elves in the forest were mobilized. They scattered and collected plants from other places, transported them around the Tree of Life, and used the fastest speed to restore the nearby vitality.

Under the powerful urging of a large number of plants, the scorched tree of life sprouted countless buds, glowing with vitality.

But slowly, the elves discovered that the tree of life was recovering, but the god of life still didn't seem to want to talk to the elves. No matter how Kelandelle called it, it didn't respond. Even the young elves fell from the tree while playing. Never mind.

The only change is that instead of driving the elves away, they return to live in trees.

"Perhaps, it's time for us to redefine the relationship between the elves and the God of Life." Kelandelle said earnestly.

On the light sea plane, the sandbar, Negris said helplessly to the emerald green tree core: "Are you really not going back to the elf forest? You really don't care about it? Let the elves know that I abducted you. You have to trouble me again from time to time."

A slow voice came from the core of the tree: "I won't go back, I want to change the environment for a long time."

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