Farming Tree Spirit

Dreamland.

On the Altar of the Moon God.

Rhodes, who had transmitted the Thorn Guard magic to Little Nature, was waiting patiently by the Moon Well.

Just as he expected.

In less than half an hour, the spring water in the Moon Well surged. Although it was not as exaggerated as last time, it was almost equivalent to a day's supply, enough for him to drink two sips.

"Sure enough, there is a difference between a believer and a believer."

Look at people.

This is called a believer.

Don't you guys feel ashamed that one person supports the beliefs of a bunch of people?

Rhodes suddenly felt that it was necessary for him to develop a few more fanatical believers, otherwise he would not be able to produce much faith at all if he expected those guys who were not determined and just wanted to have sex for nothing.

And the strongest faith often comes from suffering.

Only by lending a helping hand in their darkest hour can the rewards far exceed the effort.

Because those who are in despair sometimes don’t need much help.

Maybe just a word of relief or a word of affirmation can give the straw that supports their survival a new lease of life.

"so……"

“Where can I find such believers?”

Rhodes sat next to the Moon Well and thought about it.

With his current strength, he could run over to someone and say: Hey, come and believe in the Moon God.

I'm afraid it will be regarded as a lunatic.

Because according to Augula, those believers now think that the Moon God is dead.

There are almost no people who can persist until now without betraying their faith, otherwise it would not have declined so quickly.

"Bah! A bunch of weak-willed guys."

When the Moon God is around, I pray to all kinds of gods for blessings. Please give me strength.

As a result, the moon god was gone, and the backhand was to change his faith and throw away his spare tire so quickly.

Since there is no hope from the outside.

Then we can only consider the black earth world first.

There should be a lot of life races living around the altar, so we need to find an opportunity to get in touch with them.

Anyway, the third wave of wheat will mature soon. In addition to supplying the tree spirits and leaving some seeds, there should be some leftover, which can be considered to develop believers.

The only thing that needs to be noted is that these races can survive on the black soil for three hundred years and are certainly not weak.

Just make some more preparations.

"Let's go out and have a look after this black moon passes."

Rhodes made an immediate decision.

After taking a look at the Moon Well and seeing no movement, he turned around and left, continuing to water the wheat fields that were about to mature.

However.

He soon discovered another problem.

As the wheat fields continue to expand, just relying on him to cast spells, he must not only speed up the cultivation, increase the harvest, but also receive rainfall, and he may not be able to finish the work in one day.

This was only the previous twenty meters.

Now the land has expanded to fifty meters outside, surrounding the altar. If he planted everything, he wouldn't be able to take care of it.

"It seems that the water source problem must be solved as soon as possible."

Rhodes glanced at the rain curtain above and murmured.

The rainfall technique he currently masters is still entry-level. The rainfall range is pitifully small. Many times he has to cast rain spells more than a dozen times on a wheat field. No matter how much magic he has, he can't withstand the consumption.

Just right.

Except for the direction of the Druid's lair, he had never explored other directions. When the time came, he would go to see if there was any water source nearby and check if there was any danger.

Think of this.

He returned to the altar.

Prepare some things for going out and put them into the space ring.

…

The night passed quickly.

At dawn the next day, Augula's soul returned to the forest.

After briefly explaining some things to him, Rhodes took the small things with him and rushed out of the altar.

The exploration target he chose this time was in the opposite direction to the Druid's lair.

Because there were no lantern trees spreading over him, he was very careful along the way, always alert to his surroundings, and the little thing was also ready to fight at any time.

Gradually.

Two figures, one large and one small, left the altar behind and stepped into a silent place where resentful spirits were dancing.

"Why is it so quiet?"

"Eh?"

Rhodes and Little Thing looked around suspiciously as they moved forward.

Except for the black spirit floating in the air, he didn't see anything moving, let alone a black beast.

Logically speaking, the terrain here is flat, with sand and gravel underfoot, so there should be a lot of black beasts gathering there.

But looking around, it's empty. From time to time, you'll step on some plant remains, making a crunching sound.

finally.

After walking forward for another ten minutes.

A huge forest shadow appeared in the distance, and a twisted and entangled plant corpse began to appear around it, which was dozens or hundreds of meters high.

There are also giant withered flowers and leaves on it, which look like giant vines leading to heaven in fairy tales.

"Is there a forest here too?"

Looking at the forest getting closer and closer, Rhodes frowned.

Now he was a little doubtful whether the entire area around the Moon God Altar was surrounded by a forest. If he wanted to leave the altar and go outside, he would have to go through the forest.

It looks like a restriction, but also like a defensive barrier.

The previous Druid's lair was one of the barriers leading to the outside.

That is to say.

There is also a barrier in this direction!

"Boom——"

As if to respond to Rhode's guess, a loud noise suddenly came from the distant forest, and the whole earth shook slightly.

"Ah!"

The little thing screamed.

Rhode's face changed, and he hurriedly hid beside a giant plant and looked in the direction of the sound.

In the distant forest, a huge creature several times larger than Augla came out, pushing aside the vines.

Every step.

The whole ground shook.

Finally, he went to a lake outside the forest and sat down slowly.

[Mountain Giant lv32]

Level 3!

Giant black beast!

Rhode and the little thing's eyes widened instantly, shocked by the scene in front of them.

He finally knew why the area was so quiet and why these plants were so big.

It turned out that this was where the mountain giants used to live!

"No, a lake!"

"There is a lake here!"

Suddenly, Rhode reacted and looked at the lake in front of the mountain giant with surprise and joy, which happened to be located on the outskirts of the forest.

A small river flows out from the depths, dividing the entire forest in two, and finally converges into a large lake outside the forest. There are many strange stone piles on the edge of the lake.

It is really a case of searching for something without any effort.

Isn't this the water source he has been looking for?

It's just...

"This third-level black beast is not easy to deal with. It would be great if Augla could come over."

Looking at the huge monster that was dozens of meters tall when sitting on the ground, Rhode felt guilty. If they were discovered, they would not be able to fill their teeth.

On one side is the druid's nest full of black beasts, and on the other side is the mountain giant that can kill them with a slap. What kind of dragon and tiger den is this Moon God Altar?

No wonder only Aina, a demon, ran here for so long.

If they were unlucky, they would probably die on the way.

It seems that I have to go back and ask Augla first to see if he knows anything about the mountain giant.

"Hey, what is it doing?"

At this time, Rhode found something unusual again and couldn't help looking into the distance.

The giant sitting on the mountain by the lake raised his hands to the sky, in a pious prayer posture.

Although he was clearly covered in black air, he did not feel any hostility at all. He was just like an ordinary stone giant, completely fixed there.

If you don't look closely.

You can't even tell the difference between him and the scattered stone pestles next to him.