Farming Tree Spirit

"Great Lord of Dreams, God of the Moon... Please listen to the prayers of your most devout believers, and allow me to communicate with the dream bridge, so that the glory of magic can reappear in the world..."

The mysterious voice lingered in his ears.

Rhodes, who was sleeping, felt his head buzzing, as if someone was beating gongs and drums and blowing suona next to him, making him unable to fall asleep.

"Who is it, dancing on the grave early in the morning."

Rhodes turned over and tried to pull the pillow to cover his ears.

But after searching for a long time, he didn't touch the pillow, but grabbed several handfuls of dead leaves, making bursts of crisp sounds.

Leaves?

How could there be leaves on the bed?

Wasn't he cut off by a high-beam dog, and in anger, he drove the other party into a Dayun heavy truck and was hospitalized?

Rhodes looked around confused and was stunned.

This was not his ward, or even any corner of the hospital.

Instead, there was an endless black land.

The decayed branches and leaves were hanging everywhere, like a forest burned by the fire, leaving only a charred and dead silence.

He lowered his head.

The familiar arms were gone, replaced by a pair of dry branches, and his body was covered with a layer of bark.

Am I a vegetable?

No.

I traveled through time!

This thought suddenly popped up in Rhodes' mind, and he jumped up from the ground and hurriedly checked his body.

Bad news, he really became a vegetable.

Good news, the vegetable is in the physical sense.

Looking at his completely changed body, Rhodes was full of astonishment and at the same time extremely surprised.

Because this was very similar to the little tree spirit summoned by the druid in his impression, the only difference was that there were many more black lines on his body, as if it was polluted by the surrounding black earth.

Rhodes had seen people who traveled through time and space and became tigers, wolves, and maggots.

But he had never seen one who traveled through time and space and became a tree spirit.

And just as he was checking his body, a row of virtual words also appeared in front of him.

[Demonized Tree Spirit lv1]

[Profession: Gardener]

[Experience: 0/10]

[Ordinary Magic: None]

[Professional Magic: Cultivation]

[Information: A junior gardener responsible for watering the dream forest. After the Moon God disappeared three hundred years ago, he fell into a long sleep due to the extinction of the forest. ]

Good guy.

What a small fish template.

I thought it was a boss, but it turned out to be a gardener responsible for planting.

What is the difference between this and the small monsters that spawned from the game line?

Rhode looked around. He was now in a circular altar made of stone slabs, which was also the only place in the entire forest that was not stained black.

The rotten wood corpses and animal bones that were tilted in all directions surrounded the center of the altar, as if they were protecting something with their bodies, and they did not move at all until they died.

Walked over to take a look.

It was a well, which should be the Moon Well built by believers to worship the Moon God.

It was just completely dried up, even the statues had collapsed with the weathering. Everywhere he looked was a scene of desolation, and he was the only living thing standing.

What had happened here?

Rhodes was shocked by the scene before him.

He could fully imagine the tragic scene at that time.

Nothing was more painful and desperate than watching his faith collapse with his own eyes.

"Has the Moon God disappeared for three hundred years..."

Rhodes muttered to himself, and soon found useful information from the information panel.

He touched his chin, thinking about the reason, but found that he had no chin at all.

This made him pause, and then he laughed dumbly.

"Forget it, since I'm here, it's better than lying in bed like a vegetable."

Compared with other people.

Rhodes, who was open-minded, was more likely to accept this kind of thing.

What he had to do now was to understand the environment he was in first, and then consider how to survive.

Thinking of this, as the only seedling in the entire dream forest, he began to patrol the forest.

Soon, Rhodes found a problem.

That is, the black land outside the altar will devour vitality.

As long as he leaves the altar and steps outside, the vitality in his body will be quickly drained away, and the farther he goes, the faster it will be drained.

Don't ask him why he knows.

Because half of the leaves on his head have fallen off.

The programmer's nightmare scared him so much that he ran back to the altar and dared not step outside again.

There was no way.

Leaving here would not work, so he could only think of other ways.

For example, the only magic he could show off.

[Cultivation (Gardener): Continuously consume magic power to inject vitality into the designated target, making its growth rate ten times faster. 】

Huh? ?

Speed ​​up ten times?

Is this wrong?

This is just a basic magic that comes with the start!

Seeing the above information, Rhode finally felt something was wrong. Ten times the birth, this is simply a farming skill!

Are professional exclusive skills so awesome?

Although his small body is not good at fighting, he is worthy of the name of a gardener. His initial abilities are all related to farming, and they are so outrageous that he suddenly sees hope for survival.

Farming.

I am an old farmer.

Give me a seed, I can plant a piece of sky!

But the premise is...

"Where are the seeds?"

Rhodes turned his head and looked around. All the plants had rotted. Not to mention the seeds, there was not even a decent piece of land.

He didn't know how he survived.

He couldn't get out, and no one responded when he called.

Helplessly, he could only come to the Moon Well, the only building that could be considered a building. He bent his rhizome-like feet and prayed devoutly with a plop.

"Great Moon Goddess... is that what you call her?"

"Forget it... Great and loving goddess, please listen to the prayers of your most loyal believers and grant me a seed~"

After mumbling, he bowed down with his body covered with branches, looking as devout as he could.

After finishing, he secretly glanced at the Moon Well and found that there was no response. He immediately stood up and muttered, wondering if there was a grammatical error somewhere.

"Dear, are you there?"

"The three hundred years have come, seeds, come!"

"I am Qin Shihuang, V me a seed..."

Back and forth.

Rhode tried several more versions.

The results were all failed without exception.

He was so angry that two more leaves fell off his head.

In the end, he just gave up.

"What fake goddess? I'm still the Moon God. I order you to give me a seed, or I'll pee in the well!" Rhodes didn't care if he had one or not. He stood up and took off his pants. In this deserted place of death, he didn't care about face and got serious about a well. But he didn't notice. The statue of the Moon God on the side was flickering with a faint light, like the light of a firefly. ... At the same time. Somewhere in a dilapidated tower filled with magical light, a cheer of extreme surprise came out. "Sensed it! Teacher, I sensed the response of the Dream Forest!" Bang-- Before the voice fell, the door was suddenly knocked open. An old man with a cane rushed in, his face full of anxiety. "Where is it? Where is the response from the Dream Forest?"

"It's in the meditation magic circle!"

The girl in the mage's apprentice robe hurriedly pointed to the magic circle in the center of the hall: "Just now, I was meditating and praying in it as usual, and suddenly I got a response from the Dream Forest. Although it was very weak, it was exactly the same as what the teacher described to me before!"

"Quick, take me to see it."

The old mage staggered and walked into the magic circle anxiously with a cane.

In his eyes, there was indescribable excitement and enthusiasm.

Three hundred years.

Three hundred years!

With the sudden disappearance of the Moon God, the entire Dream Forest began to wither rapidly until it completely disappeared.

The forest that controls life and dreams is the source of the birth of elemental elves.

So since then, the magic elements have become increasingly thin, and no matter how the mages meditate, it is difficult to sense the existence of magic elements.

The druids and elves who believe in nature are directly sleeping, cutting off all contact with the outside world.

Now.

The woodland that disappeared for three hundred years finally reappeared.

As a magician, how could he be calm?

"I sensed it, I really sensed it!"

"It's the dream forest!"

In the meditation array, the old wizard's arms trembled, waving back and forth in the air, as if trying to grab something.

It's back.

That familiar feeling is back!

The moment he came into contact with the breath in the array, the old wizard burst into tears.

No one knows how they got through these three hundred years.

For a magician, the days when he couldn't meditate were no different from being a walking corpse.

Now, everything is back.

He was so excited that he wanted to contact his old friends immediately and tell them the great news.

But soon, he calmed down.

Listen carefully to the message from the dream forest.

"Seeds?"

"The Moon God needs seeds?"

The sense was too weak, even the existence of the old wizard could only interpret part of the message intermittently, and his face became solemn.

"I understand seeds, but why pee?"

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