Chapter 281 281. Druid and the Fountain of Life Production Line
I saw the huge banyan tree dozens of meters high suddenly stood up, its aerial roots were like its arms, and it was tight The house is tightly protected, with no bumps visible to the naked eye.
The gathered raindrops and clouds flew around it, and powerful magic waves were released without reservation.
Obviously this is a powerful tree man, and even Orpheus Oak, the favored one of the gods, was surprised.
It can only stop temporarily.
It seemed that the other party reacted like this because he wanted to go in. They were all trees, so why did it reject me so much?
"Didn't you do a magic test when you shipped it?"
It asked Samir on the side: "Such a powerful magic power is already close to a tenth-level magician. It stands to reason that The test should be able to detect it, right?”
Samir was sweating after being woken up and running.
He frowned and said: "Each of our magic plants has been tested with a magic power detector. Its magic power reading is very low."
Samuel took out the results of the test at that time: Banyan Tree No. 12, the magic power test passed, and the magic power was level 3.
As a reliable adult, Samir must of course complete all preparations before officially starting the relocation of the magic plant and monster.
What's more, he went there this time to recruit the population in name only in compliance with Duke Hanjiao's order.
It’s enough to pick up some flowers and plants along the way. It would be really embarrassing to bring everything back like locusts.
The oak tree looked at the magic reading instrument, then looked at the standing banyan tree, and after thinking for a moment, decided to go in.
At least understand what its appeal is.
Otherwise, such an unstable factor in Croya's garden would be demolished by the apprentices sooner or later.
Tenth level magic is different from that of a tenth level mage. Having power without the corresponding knowledge and means to cast magic is nothing in the North.
What's more, a very important point is that it's late at night. If Talling calls the police and attracts Croya's attention...
People who don't sleep well will generally be in a bad mood. Oh no, it would be even more troublesome then.
After all, it can be regarded as one of its own kind.
“Oh, it’s such a hard work.”
The oak tree decisively stepped into the garden. Behind it, the shadow of a huge oak tree quietly emerged, several hundred meters high. The ecological dome is about to be pierced.
It has stayed in the magic veins on the seabed for so long, and it has also absorbed the consciousness of the earth compressed by the ocean. It is also a favored person of the Mother Goddess of the Earth, and it is already at the level of legend.
In the world of magic plants, the suppression power of superiors over inferiors is extremely terrifying and unreasonable.
Almost at the moment when the oak tree showed its magical power, the seemingly huge banyan tree almost fell over, its bark oozing with sap, as if it was sweating.
"I am not threatening the humans you protect."
The oak tree moved forward step by step with its roots, and the banyan tree retreated step by step, but still tightly protected those aerial roots. The house above, not even a bump.
This is actually very abnormal.
You must know that it is the oak tree of the Orpheus family, a descendant of Latmeia, the second-generation descendant of the world tree, the sacred oak tree.
Rounding it off, it can be regarded as having a direct connection with the World Tree. It stands to reason that in front of it, whether it is a magical beast or a magical plant, it will be very friendly.
But the banyan tree in front of me...it is very resistant to itself!
"Why?"
It asked directly: "I expressed goodwill to you. My friends and friends helped you create this garden so that you can survive the locust plague. .
Why do you resist?
Yurong tree, please answer me! "
The roar of the oak tree was like a direct blow to the head. The banyan tree trembled for a few times and then did not dare to move. It carefully transmitted a wave of mental power.
It probably means...
“Tools? Oak was stunned: "You said that we treat monsters and magical plants as tools and are not friends of nature?" ”
This is really a bit new.
Today's northern border can be called a paradise for magic plants and monsters. It is full of vitality and everything is competing with each other. As a result, there are actually trees saying that they are not friends of nature.
"You..."
It was about to retort, but suddenly an idea flashed, and it seemed that this was really the case.
Special extraordinary beings such as druids and shamans, to put it mildly, one is the darling of nature and the other is the friend of the elements.
But in fact, it is nature and elements that give them power. To be precise, it is similar to the power given by gods to believers.
If you are rejected by nature and the elements, you will immediately lose all your power, and may even be deliberately targeted, which is extremely miserable.
Now Croya’s northern territory and the Orpheus family it comes from are more about the research of Warcraft and magic plants and the use of nature. In a sense, the evaluation of “tools” is really true. That’s right.
This is the essential difference.
The mage controls his own power, and the rest are assists; most shamans and druids only need to have a good relationship with the elements and nature, and they are basically successful.
Take Croya for example. In fact, he is a superior in many relationships with nature, not even an equal relationship.
As for druids, in this friendly relationship, they are actually a bit biased towards the inferiors. Although one cannot deny the real feelings, the power is not one's own after all.
When I think about the oak tree, I figure it out.
It seems that the trees in the southern border have not yet enjoyed the benefits of the northern border.
Tools?
I don’t know how many magic plants in the north want to feel the gift of Croya.
Only one thing is needed to make this banyan tree obedient.
It said to the banyan tree: "Your nearly tenth level of magic power may not be weak in the south, but here in the north.
You need to stay honest.
If you are willing to give a little more power to the Druid, life will be easy.”
After saying that, it took out a small bottle from its pocket, with a clear look of reluctance on its face. With an expression on his face, he uncorked the bottle and threw it towards the banyan tree.
The crystal clear bottle sheds a series of white light strips under the night sky, which is so bright and warm.
That is the magic of sunshine!
It was given to it separately by Croya as a monthly special supply of magic power. It has been carefully blended by the former, and also added with the light of Eden and the golden oil of sunflowers.
Named "Sunshine Potion".
A very concise name, but it really best describes its effectiveness.
As long as it is a normal plant that needs sunlight to grow, it has no resistance to this thing.
No, the banyan tree, which was still a little scared at first, became cheerful the moment it was touched by the white light in the bottle.
“!!!”
It sent out mental power fluctuations that were shocking to the point of astonishment, and then without saying a word, it ran directly to the place where it uprooted itself and took root again next time, enjoying it motionlessly. There was a warm light.
From the leaves to the bark and even every aerial root exudes pleasant spiritual fluctuations.
"Tsk."
The oak tree looked at the completely quiet banyan tree and curled its lips in disdain. Isn't it just a bottle of sunshine potion? Is it necessary to look like this?
But it still couldn't help but feel heartache.
It had just been obtained, and it had not yet had time to slowly dig in with its roots, taste and enjoy it carefully, and then bury the bottle and reflect on it from time to time.
‘I hope I can get another copy. ’
The painful oak tree unceremoniously walked under the banyan tree, patted the latter's trunk with a branch, and reminded: "Let people out!"
The aerial roots of the banyan tree suddenly shrank, and they were angry. The house built between the roots naturally fell to the ground, and there was even a breeze that pushed the door open.
The boy inside the house, surrounded by emerald green light spots, clouds and raindrops, appeared in front of the oak tree.
"That's not what you were like just now." Oak couldn't help but cursed, and then looked at the young man.
The moment he saw him, Oak was sure that the special power that could mobilize nature was indeed that of the Druid.
"It is indeed a gift from nature."
It is still very happy.
Because there is currently a lack of a druid in the territory, only a druid can make a fountain of life that uses natural aura as the main material.
There are so many elves in the north, and there is so much natural spiritual energy, the quality of the fountain of life that can be made should not be low.
After confirming this, the oak tree left without disturbing or disturbing the sleeping boy.
But before leaving, it said to the banyan tree: "The current Southern Garden was made by Croa for you to live in. If you want your hometown to be built better here.
Then do more natural things. The druid comes out.
Thousands of years have protected mankind for so long, you should understand what I mean."
Of course the banyan tree knows.
It grew up in the territory of the nobles and has seen many things in its thousands of years. It really thought about it seriously, selected a few young people who liked it, and gave its gifts to them.
……
One day later.
When the four druids came to Croya, the master of Hanjiao Island, the Archmage who had just woken up, was still a little confused.
Huh? Didn’t you say there is only one? Why did four of them suddenly come out?
He was a little strange, but he still smiled kindly.
“Welcome to the North.”
“How is life in the garden? Is anyone depriving you of food and supplies?”
His tone was very casual. , and the questions they asked were all very common topics.
But the druids are not calm anymore.
Hearing such a gentle voice and feeling the refreshing temperament of Croya, several novice druids instantly felt a little trapped.
This kind of charm really has nothing to do with men and women or even species.
The faces of two of the female druids turned red instantly.
They have lived in the vast rainforest in the southern border since childhood. When have they ever seen such a man? Even those nobles looked like bumpkins in front of Croya.
The other two male druids had shining eyes, full of admiration.
Yagob made no secret of his admiration:
"My lord."
"We live very well in the north, thank you for your gift."
Clo Ya looked at him and smiled: "Yagobu, your performance in school is good and deserves praise."
Yagobu was so happy that he almost fainted after being praised in person by Croya. , standing there at a loss.
It's quite fun to tease children once in a while.
Chloë, who was in a happy mood, did not continue to release his charm that had no place to be, and went straight to the point:
"Since you are already druids."
"Then I need you to do something for me."
He stood up and motioned for the four druids to follow.
Of course, the four of them followed immediately, passed through a space portal behind Croya, and arrived at a small garden full of life.
The moment everyone came in, four or five elves immediately woke up and opened their eyes curiously to look at the few fresh faces except Croya.
The people being looked at also looked at the garden curiously.
A gurgling stream flows in the garden. Dense magic plants grow on both sides of the stream. They are arranged in some mysterious way and thrive around the stream.
There are many open space portals further away. Behind the translucent fluctuations comes the unique natural atmosphere of various elves, which meet in this garden.
The oak tree didn't know when it appeared, walked to Croya's side, and said: "My friend, the magic circle here has been debugged. Next, it depends on whether the druids can gather the breath of nature."
Cloya nodded: "Thank you for your hard work, I will give you five more bottles of sunshine potion."
Oak's old face suddenly blossomed with joy.
Five bottles of sunshine potion!
Now it is happily thinking about where to bury it and enjoy it slowly.
Croya glanced at the oak tree and carefully observed this special magic array called "Fountain of Life Array".
Long before the elves were born, he had already been setting up a magic circle that could produce natural potions, which was to imitate the famous "River of Negative Light" of the elves.
According to legend, the River of Negative Light flows under the roots of the four holy trees that are the third generation descendants of the World Tree guarded by the elves, and is contaminated by countless magic plants and monsters flowing along the way. And the breath of the elves, the river water inside is the magic potion.
The famous Spring of Life is the spring flowing in the center of the River of Negative Light.
Although Orpheus Oak does not know the specific magic circle used in the River of Negative Light, it can be sure that it must use the magic power of elves and druids as well as the magic plants that separate and fuse raw materials.
With these basic conditions, even if it is impossible to make a fountain of life, a high-quality potion can still be made.
Today, there are enough low-level potion production lines in the North. Not only are the apprentices working, but also the solid magic pitcher plant is helping. All that is needed is high-level potion.
Time passes slowly.
About ten minutes later, Croya finally regained his mental power with some exhaustion - just now, he engraved two magic spells on the magic plants here.
That is, the Qiyao Separation Technique and the Bee Swarm Cooperation Unified Array.
The former is an old friend that I have studied for a long time; the latter is a technique learned from a kind of bee, which can maximize the unification of magic power fluctuations and cooperative spellcasting.
After completing the preparations, he ordered the four druids: "Use your power to sense the situation here, and guide them in the most comfortable way to ensure the release of magic power."
< br>The druids were a little nervous, but they nodded immediately.
Then, they began to exert their power in various ways - some opened their arms, their hair and clothes were windless, some lay directly on the ground, and some simply jumped around.
The scene seemed a little weird for a while.
But just by such a weird movement, there is really a very special magic power rising from the grass and the earth.
This kind of magic is completely different from the natural magic exerted by Croya and the mages. It is light and agile, and has a wonderful feeling of stretching.
If I have to say it, it doesn’t feel like being controlled, but like nature itself is jumping around, full of spirituality.
The breeze floated, the petals swayed, the grass sprouted...
The leaves and petals were blown by the force, swirling and falling into the river, drifting with the water waves.
The elves fly and run freely.
To be honest, this is a scene that Croya has never seen before. Both he and Oak now feel out of place here, and are naturally rejecting them.
On the contrary, the four druids have now completely integrated into nature, and the rising magic power has made them almost invisible.
Nature... actually rejected him, the bard of "Poetry of Rainbow Colors". If he hadn't experienced it personally, he probably would never have thought of such a thing in his life.
He cast a streak of iris magic to hide himself and the oak tree, and then said: "It's unimaginable."
"The surrounding flowers, plants, magic plants, and even the wind, rain and dew are repelling us."
"I am also surprised." The oak tree sighed softly: "But I feel that the wind here is really comfortable, so good Freedom.”
It looked at this small garden, with a light of desire and expectation in its eyes, as if it wanted to join in.
Chloë was surprised: "Even you are looking forward to that?"
"Yes." Oak nodded: "Just like when I grew up freely in the family, Just follow the power of the druids and sway freely in the wind."
"My friend, although we are also using the power of nature freely, it still has the nature of some orders.
The freedom of being ordered...can it be called freedom?"
Obviously, the oak tree has realized the essence of the matter. After all, it is a magic plant, and it must feel it faster than Croya.
Its words made Croya fall into deep thought.
However, Croya found helplessly that the nature of his power was destined not to be a low ranking person in the magic system. The sun would always hang high in the sky.
In nature, it belongs to the superior and the benefactor.
Light nourishes all things.
Even if he wants to live in harmony, he cannot accept the gift of power like some shamans and druids. Instead, actively use these powers to accomplish your goals.
At most, they can get along as equals - this is the result of his constant efforts.
They can only be friends, and they cannot put themselves in an inferior position.
What's more, it's impossible for him to put himself in a lower position. This is the most essential difference between mages, druids, and shamans.
He thinks it's pretty good and doesn't plan to change.
So he was relieved quickly.
If you can’t do it yourself, then there’s nothing you can do.
He is a lord, and he has so many people under his command. He cannot do everything himself, and he always needs help from his subordinates.
All he needs to do is to train his subordinates well. The more capable his subordinates are, the sooner he can lay down and concentrate on his hobbies.
While he was thinking about it, the river, the small stream surrounded by the magic circle, had undergone some changes.
Petals, rain, dew, blades of grass, and the natural aura breathed out by the elves all gathered into the river.
A light appeared in the clear river.
(End of this chapter)