In the country of tree people, there are tree people with long bodies, red hair, willow hair, blue eyes and red skin. It feeds on the wine pulp in the belly of the Narcissus tree. It has an agile body and sounds like a monkey.
Treants are generally taller, with the lowest being nine feet.
Narcissus trees contain natural wine pulp, and most of them were cut down by humans. Therefore, the Tree People Kingdom perished very quickly.
It can usually be seen in the Sansheng Old Forest. Because its cry sounds like an ape, it is also regarded as a mandrill, the god of the mountains.
A few years ago, Tang Ping vaguely felt that there were other strangers, so he asked Zhang Qiduo to pay more attention to them.
It took three years to find it.
Tang Ping searched along the route on the map.
No trace of it will be left alone.
Lush vegetation, damp and dark.
Climbing the Wuming Mountain, there is a primitive forest in front of you. The smallest tree has two people hugging each other.
In front of the woods is a stream.
There are bursts of green mist in the forest.
At this time, Tang Ping faintly heard the sound of low singing.
It seemed to be within the fog, but I couldn't find anything when I looked over.
Could it be...
Open your Dharma eyes and take a closer look.
It was indeed some kind of illusion, and the arrangement of trees in the forest vaguely formed an illusion.
Wow!
Tang Ping passed through the illusion and saw more than a hundred figures in front of him.
These people are very thin and very long.
The skin is fiery red and the hair is wicker.
Wearing leaves, he was standing in front of a deep cave three feet in diameter.
Some of them are semi-arborescent, with their red skin fading into a gray-brown bark.
The aging of tree people is the transformation of trees. In about a hundred years, most of the people here have transformed into trees.
At this time, they were carrying a tree man.
Push directly into the dark pit.
A blue light suddenly lit up at the bottom of the black pit, and blue fire pillars spewed out.
Seeing that man was about to turn into ashes.
Uh-huh!
A vine flew from not far away, saving him at the critical moment.
The tree people screamed, surprised and angry.
They all turned to look over.
I saw someone in front of me.
It is nearly one foot tall, with antelope horns on its head, its body is made of wood, and its lower part is made of tree roots.
The moment this person appeared, the grass and trees bowed their heads and the vines gave way.
Not only that, streams of wood energy floated out, transforming into a big blue python and wrapping around the strange man.
"Ahhh!!"
Someone couldn't help it anymore and threw a spear at Tang Ping.
boom!
The big tree next to Tang Ping saw its branches hanging down, and the spear was deeply embedded in it.
Seeing this, the tree people immediately lost the courage to resist. Their expressions were filled with fear and a hint of piety. They knelt down and kowtowed one after another, speaking in a language they did not understand.
Tang Ping was stunned at first, and then understood.
This should be treating oneself as a god.
Most of the surrounding trees were transformed by dead tree people, and they were also the tree people's ancestors.
Now his ancestors are protecting him, and with such miraculous abilities, what is he not a god?
Tang Ping couldn't pretend not to understand the language at this time, so he could only pretend to be mysterious, nodded slightly, looked down at everyone, and then made a false support gesture with his right hand when the leader of the old tree man looked at him.
The tree people understood the gesture and all stood up.
The old tree man stepped forward cautiously and jabbered a few more words.
Tang Ping shook his head slightly.
The old tree man looked horrified, then turned around and muttered a few words.
The crowd behind them parted.
Push out a woman.
Her hair is green, her facial features are graceful, and her ruby-like skin adds to her exotic look.
Tang Ping shook his head again, probably able to guess what they meant.
He just wants to enshrine the woman to himself.
He didn't have that kind of interest, so he naturally refused.
I originally wanted to ask what the blue fire that just flashed away was, but because the communication was not smooth, I gave up.
Seeing that daytime is approaching, the Yin Qi gradually dissipates, and the mountain-like blue Yangjian wind not far away slowly advances.
If he fell here, his soul would be shattered.
Tang Ping spread his hands, and the wood energy condensed into a piece of bark, with the phoenix pattern of the Xiong tribe and the turbine pattern representing the underworld gods drawn on it.
The Shenhou Totem has the meaning of reincarnation. It is estimated that these guys came up with it after seeing the black and white magic patterns on their faces.
Truly a talent.
Nowadays, tribes have special historians who record trivial matters about tribal sacrifices and Rong, as well as gods.
With all kinds of exaggeration, you can blame yourself for any strange sights you see, the red clouds in the sky, comets, and mirages.
But that’s fine too.
The totem slowly floated down in front of the old tree man.
The old tree man had a pious look on his face, and carefully held it up with both hands, letting the tribesmen see it.
Everyone cheered, and then kowtowed to Tang Ping, chanting the same sentence.
Should it be his own divine name?
Tang Ping did not shake his head this time, but nodded slightly, pointed in the direction of the Xiong tribe, and then disappeared. After pulling away for a while, he dived into the earth and headed for the underworld.
"Fuck the snake god! Fuck the snake god!"
This is the title spoken by the Shuren remnants.
Tang Ping doesn't know now. No matter how speechless he is in the future, he has to accept this fact.
At least the word "this world" is still good.
…
Return to Sikong Palace in the underworld.
Tang Ping rested for a moment, thinking about the gains and losses.
I won’t go there under the banyan tree for the time being. If something big happens, don’t worry about one city or one place.
Now that I am slowly becoming stronger and have sufficient resources, I can still become stronger by practicing hard behind closed doors, so why take the risk?
In addition, the human world has also filled some shortcomings today.
Except for a dozen descendants of Zhu Rong who were born with supernatural powers, the rest of the Xiong clan could only be called strong.
All nobles in the world have one or two unique skills, or they have secret techniques passed down from their ancestors.
The tree people can just fill the gap of extraordinary power.
In this way, the final puzzle piece of Rise of the Horde is completed.
At the same time, the tree man can worship the banyan tree god alone, so that the banyan tree and the Yin soil can grow at the same time.
The next few years were spent training troops, going down the mountain from time to time to harass and engage in small-scale battles.
Don't be afraid if you attract others into the mountains to encircle and suppress them. You can just use the geographical advantage to weaken the opponent.
The reason why the savages are repeatedly banned and interspersed in the gaps between the major forces is simply because of geographical constraints.
All in all, Tang Ping is not in a hurry to get through the storm and reveal things slowly in the future.
A new underworld contract has been concluded. As the underworld contract improves, the life span is expected to increase.
"Time will take away everything, including the Pond God, the Black Wood Ghost, and even the Jing Kingdom and Dayi Shang. They are all passing by...Oh, by the way...Little Green Pavilion Chief, have you fed the fish?"
"Quack." Xiaoqing jumped in front of Tang Ping, spun around several times, and nodded.
"So good."
Spring passes and autumn comes.
Most of the fish, shrimps and crabs in the pond died of old age, and new ones were added, and a few of them unexpectedly exceeded their lifespan and became half-human-sized, especially the three large black fish, which are now about eight feet long.
"Tang Ping is dead?"
At the Blackwater Station, Cui Yue was dressed in iron armor and looked full of heroism.
At this time, she has become the general of a thousand ghost soldiers, and her temperament is more majestic.
Cui Yue smiled faintly, as she had expected. Besides sighing, there was also a trace of regret for loving talents.
It was expected, the underworld is dangerous, and I have struggled for decades to get the treatment I have now.
The result of not struggling is to be slowly eliminated.
The old friends in the market were basically all dead except for those who had taken refuge with him.
The manager whom I used to look up to now looks up to me.
"Report! Black Wood Ghost has been defeated! He is running away in the direction of us, Lord Centipede is chasing after us!"
"Young men, come with me to intercept this ghost! The success is now!"
…
Unnamed old mountain.
Old man Gongsun also learned the news.
"Dead? What a pity."
The dead are in the past after all. Except for Zuo Zongzi who felt a little uncomfortable at losing money, the others also sighed with emotion and then put it behind them, forgetting it as time went by.
Conquer the tree people.
Other people’s perspectives.
When the protagonist dies, everyone has to sigh.
