Farming Tree Spirit

time after that.

Rod and Little Thing went out a few more times.

Basically every time, I could persist for about fifteen minutes and successfully brought back a lot of firewood... er, wood.

But what makes Rhodes happy the most.

Or the collection of raven soul fragments.

When he got the tenth fragment, a long-lost reminder finally appeared in front of him.

[Soul fragments are fused successfully, and Druid Heart (Raven) x1 is obtained]

[Heart of the Druid (Raven): The scout on the outermost edge of the Druid's lair, the darling of nature, can obtain the raven form after fusion, and unlock the ability to fly. 】

really.

That dark forest is the druid's lair.

Seeing the information about the jade crystal in his hand, Rhodes knew that his previous guess was right.

At the same time, I was extremely happy.

Didn't rush in rashly.

After all, even the scouts on the outside are higher than him, let alone those inside.

I'm afraid we have to wait until he reaches lv10 to break through the first level.

Only then did I have the opportunity to go in and take a look.

"If you say so..."

"The further away from the altar, the higher the level?"

Looking at the soul crystal in his hand, Rhodes fell into thinking.

Based on his experience of encountering black beasts several times, it is not difficult to come to this conclusion.

Because the further away from the altar, the more serious the pollution of the black soil becomes, so it is not surprising that more powerful black beasts will appear.

The center of the Druid's lair is at least ten kilometers away from the altar, which is not something he can consider at this stage, let alone leaving this endless dream woodland...

All right.

It's nice to stay here.

After comforting himself, Rhodes put the Druid's Heart away and went to the other end of the plantation to check the growth of other plants.

In the past two days, I was busy collecting wood and had no chance to irrigate the magic power, causing the ordinary plants to look sickly.

Except for the mutated small tree and the vine that finally sprouted, everything was languid, and even the wheat seeds that were about to mature looked like they were about to die.

"It seems we have to solve the water source problem first."

Rhodes murmured in a low voice and cast cultivation magic on several crops.

Although magic irrigation can alleviate the problem of no water source.

But these are plants after all, and it will be difficult to grow if they are short of water for a long time.

What's more, as a low-level tree spirit, he couldn't keep irrigating so many plants with magic power, otherwise he would die from exhaustion.

But the problem is.

A place where birds like this don't poop.

Finding water is not easy.

And even if it is found, it is likely to have been contaminated by black soil and will require great efforts to purify it.

So the best solution.

It’s rain magic!

It doesn’t take much, just consistent rainfall in a small area to temporarily fill his irrigation needs.

When the plantation grows in scale, he should also have the ability to go further and solve the water source problem.

"That's it!"

After irrigating all the plants with magic power, Rhodes patted the dust on his body, took the Druid Heart and came to the Well of the Moon, ready to pray.

He spent a lot of effort to collect this thing, so he had to replace it with something good.

So this time.

Rhodes' attitude was particularly sincere.

Close your eyes and feel the subtle connection on the Moon Goddess statue.

…

at the same time.

Inside the Magic Tower in Raven Town.

Since returning from the last treatment for the Baroness, Thomas Weir has been staying in the room and trying to meditate.

He didn't ask for Lord Luna's attention.

But at least reconnect with the Dreaming Glades.

This way.

He could sense the presence of magic elements again and break the shackles that had sealed them for three hundred years.

"No...no! It shouldn't be like this!...What went wrong...it was almost...just a little bit close! Damn it!"

Intermittent and frantic voices kept coming from the room.

Because no soundproofing magic was established, every magic apprentice passing by looked at each other and did not dare to knock on the door to disturb them.

They could only flee quickly and gather in the corner to whisper.

"Is everything going to be okay, mentor?"

"It's been like this since I came back last time, and do you feel that your mentor has become more erratic recently?"

"Didn't you realize you were stupid when you asked this question?"

"Who are you calling stupid?!"

"No, no, no, I mean, almost every old mage has a weird temper."

These apprentices know it.

After three hundred years of torture without being able to meditate, even the most gentlemanly magician will eventually go crazy, and it is inevitable that he will become mentally unstable.

Even these people become magic apprentices just to earn a living. They are more worried about whether their mentor will suddenly go crazy and ruin their jobs.

After all, it’s hard to find a job now.

The adventure team wouldn't want half-baked mages like them.

"If I could still meditate, I wouldn't take a job no matter how good it was."

A twelve-year-old boy whispered.

"Come on, over the past few years, the status of mages has plummeted."

"It is said that at that time, even third-level mages had a title, and they did not need to salute when they saw the baron. How is it like now that you can become an apprentice as long as you have some talent?"

"I think it's time for me to consider changing my job."

The boys and girls were chattering,

There is a yearning for the glory of the past.

Some lamented the current status of magicians.

But he didn't notice it.

As they walked further and further away.

The magic power in the room suddenly fluctuated strangely.

Thomas, who was sitting cross-legged in the meditation circle, had a crazy face and disheveled hair, but he was also stunned by this sudden change.

Then, his pupils shrank suddenly.

He opened his mouth wide and looked at the scene in front of him.

Light spots.

Colorful light spots.

In his empty spiritual world, dense light spots emerged at some point, filling every corner of the room.

"This is... magic elements!"

Thomas screamed uncontrollably and almost exited the meditation state directly.

Sensed it!

He actually sensed the magic elements!

You know, from that day on, the magic elements became thinner and thinner, until they could no longer be sensed, and could only be barely maintained by the magic power stored in the body.

And that day.

It was also called the day of meditation cessation.

Now he can see the magic elements again as before.

How could he not be ecstatic?

He was even too excited to control himself.

"No."

"Why are these elements so active?"

Suddenly, Thomas noticed something was wrong and gradually calmed down.

Although the memory was very old, he clearly remembered that even when he was young, he had never seen such dense and active magic elements.

It was as if there was a force pulling them, slowly converging in the same direction.

Finally.

It turned into a dazzling human figure in front of him.

It couldn't see the appearance, but it exuded a terrifying spiritual pressure, which was both sacred and solemn, more majestic than any existence he had ever seen, and people dared not look directly at it.

"Moon...Lord Moon God!"

Thomas was shocked and almost bit off his tongue. He stared with his eyes wide open, his face full of horror and disbelief.

And at this time.

Beside the Moon Well.

Rod looked at the light spot that suddenly appeared in front of him curiously.

"What is this? Is it a firefly?"

He stretched out his finger and poked the light spot.