Farming Tree Spirit

Through conversation.

Rhodes knew that he wouldn't be able to get any useful information out of him.

Because the tree spirit clan, like him, knew very little about what happened three hundred years ago, otherwise they would not have fallen to this point.

so.

Rhodes focused his attention elsewhere.

"How many giant war trees like you do you have?"

"There are probably more than sixty trees... right?"

Augula answered uncertainly: "Since the source of soul power disappeared, everyone fell into a deep sleep. I was the only one who managed to stay awake with some extra money."

There was embarrassment in his expression.

Because the extra money he talks about is actually the same as summoning demons through a sacrificial circle, accepting summons from other races, projecting consciousness to help solve problems, and collecting some sacrifices by the way.

The first time he entered the Dream Woodland, his tone was so arrogant, because he thought someone else was calling him to support him.

Don't look awesome.

Who will bring sacrifices to summon him in the future?

I guess none of those people would have thought of it.

This guy turns out to be a fool in private.

"More than sixty?"

Rhode's eyes lit up when he heard this.

helper!

Isn't this the help he needs most now?

It's really a pillow for sleepiness. The giant war tree is the top combat power of the dryad clan. With them here, are they still afraid of being attacked by black beasts?

Look at this tall and strong physique.

But they are all strong laborers digging soil and farming.

In his spare time, he could help build houses, dig ditches, etc. Anyway, he came at the right time, so he had to trick them into coming to help.

Augula didn't know what he was thinking.

After hesitating for a long time, he finally couldn't help but begged: "Master God Envoy..."

"Just call me Rhodes."

"Oh, then... Lord Rhodes, can you help us? If this continues, our tree spirit clan will really perish."

"How can I help you?"

"It's very simple. Anything containing life energy can revive my companions!"

You can tell.

The tree spirit clan is really coming to an end.

Otherwise, he wouldn't have made such a pitiful plea.

Rhodes thought for a moment, then went to the center of the altar, took out the wheat that had been reserved for sacrifice, and handed it to him.

"Do you think this thing works?"

From the current point of view, the only wheat that he can supply in large quantities and contain energy can achieve mass production with just a few rounds of repeated sowing.

"This is?"

Augula took the wheat in confusion.

But the moment he took it, his eyes suddenly opened wide.

What a rich breath of life!

It was several times richer than any fruit crop he had ever seen!

"This... can this really be given to us?"

"Well, you can, but I don't have many seeds left. I have to sow and harvest several times. You have to stay and help me work."

Rhodes looked strange.

This is just ordinary wheat. Are you so excited?

He took out a few and threw them into his mouth to absorb them. Well...it can indeed replenish some magic power, but it's not so exaggerated.

It seems that the life of the dryad clan is indeed not very good.

But since it’s labor that comes to your doorstep, don’t give it up. It just so happens that he is in urgent need of manpower right now.

"no problem!"

Augula agreed almost without thinking.

Because just before he was summoned to enter the Dream Woodland, the elders had already told him to obey the arrangements and help rebuild the woodland at all costs. Even if he risked his life, he could not let the woodland be harmed at all!

The news of the Dreamland's recovery was also completely blocked by the elders, and the Forest Sea Center's connection with the outside world was closed to ensure the safety of the forest before it was fully recovered.

They have been waiting for this day for too long!

"Let's go, come with me to get familiar with the environment first."

After receiving Augura's reply, Rhodes was in a good mood.

Sure enough, his previous plan to stock up on food was right, and it came in handy so quickly.

With the promise of the tree spirit clan.

Then the next thing is very simple.

The first step is to accumulate enough crops containing life energy to awaken Ogula's sleeping kin, so that he can obtain dozens of powerful helpers.

With the tree spirit clan's fanaticism towards the Moon God, it would not be difficult to get their help.

So very quickly.

Rhodes took Augura's soul body and got acquainted with it outside the newly cultivated wheat field.

He planned to use all the wheat as seeds to sow again after it matured.

As long as this is repeated for two or three rounds, the output will soar to an astonishing level, which is enough to supply the entire tree spirit family.

As for Augura.

He was shocked by the black soil outside, and his eyes were as wide as millstones.

"The black earth that swallows life is indeed like this! The elder said that he sensed the aura of death spreading in the forest three hundred years ago, and then something happened."

Ever since the accident happened, they had been speculating whether the Dream Woodland had been completely destroyed.

Because as long as they are believers of the Moon God, they can enter the dream forest through meditation or sleep. At this time, their bodies and souls are separated.

So in the eyes of outsiders.

It's like falling into a deep sleep.

But now that the Dream Woodland has become like this, it is impossible to handle such a huge influx of souls. Where have all the sleeping souls gone?

"As you can see."

Rod, who was walking in front, shrugged his shoulders: "The dream forest is like this now. It will probably take a long time to restore it to its previous state."

Hearing this.

Ogula also woke up.

Yes.

Am I not here to help rebuild the forest?

No matter what happened in the past, it's easy to rebuild it again. Anyway, he has never seen a real forest, so he was not too shocked.

"Let's go. We are now reclaiming the land for the next wave of seeds. We don't have enough manpower. You can help too."

"Leave it to me."

Ogula slapped his chest twice.

As a tree spirit and the most powerful war giant tree, reclaiming the land is not easy for him?

Soon, he followed Rhodes to the outside of the altar.

The little thing in the wheat field heard the noise and stuck its head out of the pit like a groundhog, curiously looking at the new big guy.

"Little ghost, take a rest, leave this to me."

Ogula pointed at the little thing and said arrogantly.

He still remembered that it was this little guy who poked him with something before, and it hurt quite a bit. This time, he had to get back at him no matter what and perform well in front of Lord Rhodes.

While Lord Rhodes has no followers around him now, I, Augula, will take the position of Chief Minister.

"Ah!"

But unexpectedly.

Facing his arrogant appearance, the little thing not only did not retreat, but instead yelled and cursed, and climbed on him in a flash, and pulled the branches on his head with his little hands.

Augula wanted to shake him off, but as soon as he raised his hand, he suddenly looked at the little thing on his body as if he had seen a ghost.

"No, no, how can your little thing touch my soul? Ah, hiss... You have the breath of the ancestors on you! This is impossible!"

The deafening scream echoed on the entire altar.

There is no way.

The breath of the tree spirit ancestors is engraved in the inheritance.

Any tree spirit who has received the inheritance can recognize that breath at the first time and will never make a mistake.

Augla couldn't believe it.

A little thing that was not even as tall as his toes actually had the breath of the tree spirit ancestor, and it was so pure, obviously inherited.

"Stop, stop, stop!"

"I admit defeat, stop it!"

Augla screamed again and again, facing the suppression effect that penetrated deep into his soul, he had no power to fight back, let alone calling himself the chief minister.

With the little thing here.

He can only be a second minister at most.

Well, second is second.

It's not shameful to be suppressed by the ancestral inheritance. I, Augla, am still the most important follower around Lord Rhodes.

"Ah!"

Seeing him admit defeat, the little thing finally stopped.

Waving his little fist, he returned to the ground arrogantly, as if swearing his sovereignty.

Poor Augla.

He became the least important person in the entire altar as soon as he arrived.