World Tree. As the son of Thunder and the darling of the forest, the unicorn certainly knows that if he can eat one, he will be the first unicorn in history to eat the World Tree. It is impressive just thinking about it. It can be renamed - World Tree Destroyer Lightning.
"You are crazy!" Nigris jumped up on the spot and hit it on the knee: "This is the sacred object of the elves, the god of the elves. The entire elves are protected, grown and multiplied by it. The huge and powerful elven empire, how dare you Eat its seedlings? The elves will go crazy and destroy your unicorn..."
Before he finished speaking, he saw Ange grabbing one of the sticks and handing it to Lightning's mouth.
Lightning glared sideways at Negris, stuck out his long tongue, slowly rolled the seedling into his mouth, and deliberately chewed his mouth widely, with a provocative expression on his face.
Nigris was so angry that he flew up and whipped his tail, but was dodged by Lightning's deft movement of his head, and continued to raise his eyebrows provocatively.
However, Lightning's pride did not last long, and suddenly his whole face wrinkled up, as if someone had stuffed a ton of green lemons into his face, and tears burst out of his eyes.
"Quickly, spit it out quickly. Is it poisonous?" Nigris was anxious. Although he was angry, he didn't want Lightning to be poisoned.
Lightning didn't spit it out, but instead swallowed it in one gulp, then stuck out his big tongue and gasped: "Good... Huh... So... Such a powerful life force, Huh..."
"Life force? Can you still taste the life force? What does it taste like?" Nigris was surprised.
Lightning glanced at it with a strange white eye: "I am a unicorn, and I can still taste the taste of lightning. It's a bit sour and numb."
After saying that, Lightning ran to Ange, did a 'pony jump' around him, and said flatteringly: "Lord Ange, boss, please give me something to eat. I don't want to waste this life force."
Ange tilted his head curiously and poured out a pile of grain and beets.
Lightning clicked and started chewing.
Ange looked at the lightning carefully and found that it did have some changes. How should I put it, the breath of life became much more active. As it ate, the breath slowly grew stronger.
What a strange change. Ange also wanted to try it. He stretched out his hand to grab the buds of the world tree, but Nigris, who had been wary for a long time, hugged him: "You are not life, wake up, you can't eat it."
After some persuasion, Ange finally gave up his plan to share a few sticks with each person and eat them all.
"You might as well raise it up. It's still a sprout now. When it grows up, it can be called the World Tree." Negris said.
"Can you eat it?" Ange tilted his head.
Nigris went crazy: "Of course it is edible, and its fruit is delicious, but why do you care whether it is edible or not? You don't eat."
Ange tilted his head, a little puzzled. If something can't be eaten, why grow it?
"Well, there are many cash crops, such as cotton, linen, paint, oil, and bamboo, which can be grown and have extremely high economic value. For example, clothes require cotton and linen to be spun, beans can be used for frying, and palm trees can be used for frying. Trees can produce paint, not to mention bamboo, which is the accelerator of civilization."
After some explanations from Nigris, the former vegetable-growing skeleton learned for the first time that there are many things that are not grown for eating.
Ange nodded to express his understanding: "Grow food."
Nigris hit the ground with his head and dared to say what he had said in vain.
Now that the World Tree is edible, let's continue planting it. Ange has mastered the germination skills of the World Tree, and will go back to germinate all the remaining seeds.
But before that, Ange must study the most suitable growth environment for the World Tree, because the sprouting seedlings do not consume too much fertility in the soil. In other words, fertility is not the key to the germination and growth of the World Tree.
To transplant the saplings, Ange took out the budding saplings, moved one to a place outside the valley where the resting wind blew, watered it thoroughly, then used the halo to accelerate the growth for a while, slowed the saplings, and then surrounded it with soil. Let the wind of rest blow over the tops of the buds, but not over the roots.
All the soil mixed with different fertilizers was moved with one seedling separately, including the volcanic gravel where no grass could grow.
The last three are inserted into essence, ordinary water, and purified holy water.
Early the next morning, the one left on the original germination site was dead, the one on the volcanic gravel was dead, the three inserted in the liquid were dead, and the remaining ones inserted in the soil with different fertilizers were not dead, but they were languid. The only one transplanted in the vegetable garden has not changed much.
The most amazing thing is that the one outside the valley was not blown to death by the wind of rest, it was just languishing.
After looking at all the transplanted seedlings, Nigris asked, "What does this mean? The seedlings in the germination area are dead? You can induce sprouts there, but you can't plant live saplings? What's the meaning of this?"
Ange said: "Halo, sprout, no halo, die."
"Are you saying that the germination ground can germinate because it cooperates with the aura? Without the aura, it would not be suitable for the growth of World Tree?" Negris asked.
After confirming that this was what Ange meant, he couldn't help but say: "Then you continue to use the halo and directly urge it to grow into a big tree."
"There is no more soul flame." Ange said.
In the past, the soul flames were not used up, but now they are not enough. The quick-death halo is a big user of soul flames.
Now there is nothing Nigris can do. There are only so many people in the Abyss of Rest, and even if it wants to develop believers, it has nowhere to develop. Otherwise, with hundreds of millions of believers, is it afraid that there will not be enough soul flames?
Huh, no, there are still a group of people who have not developed into believers. Nigris turned his head and looked into the valley. There was an old man there who had been looking around to see what was going on. He was careful not to leave, and he didn't dare to get close to disturb him.
These former slaves of the devil have no faith.
"Kid, come here." Nigris called the old human man over and asked him to gather all the humans in the valley.
It took almost an hour before everyone gathered together one after another. Everyone looked at Nigris timidly, with a hint of curiosity in their fear. Not to mention these former slaves, many people who traveled north and south did not You must have seen a brass dragon, let alone a 'premature' brass dragon that is not as big as a dragon egg.
Nigris confidently flew in front of humans with a bag of grain, tore open the mouth of the bag to reveal the grain inside, and shouted loudly: "Do you believe in immortality?"
Nigris finished shouting, expecting the soul flame to surge. When Ange threw a bag of food in front of the tauren aunt, the aunt was crying and shouting that she would not die.
However, the reaction of the humans was beyond Nigris's expectations. They whispered to each other for a while, then nodded to Nigris one after another, turned around and left, with a posture that did not look like they were going to die.
Not long after leaving, the humans came back with their bags of grain, piled them at the feet of Nigris, and then ate their heads.
It took a long time for Negris to understand what was going on, and he roared helplessly: "I'm asking you whether you believe in death or not! If you believe in death, you will have food. I am not asking you to pay food tax!!!"
The slaves were used to growing grain and then turning over 80% of it. After the devil died, no one would collect the grain. Nigris took out the grain bag and asked them if they believed in it or not. Of course everyone misunderstood and thought it wanted to collect grain tax. Go home quickly and get the extra food.
After being slaves for so many generations, who has ever seen others giving them food? No matter what, they don't believe it.
Nigris was a little crazy. Ange had obviously used this trick before, so why was it so easy for him to use it?
"Ah, ah! Ah!" The crowd suddenly became commotion, and everyone turned to the direction of the canyon and rushed over.
On the slope of the canyon, Ange stepped on a footprint, and the patches of land that had been opened up as beet beds quickly bloomed with thick green, like a miracle.
As a vegetable gardening skeleton, growing vegetables is the main job, and cultivating world saplings is incidental. The nearby slopes have long been sprinkled with beet seeds by Ange. Under the halo of quick death, the seeds sprouted and leafed out quickly, in full view of everyone. Complete the entire growth process.
The slaves had never seen such a miraculous thing before. They screamed and knelt down, sobbing their heads, their eyes full of enthusiasm and disbelief.
Ange was shocked by the silence. He turned around and was shocked. The surging soul flames surged towards him overwhelmingly. It was even more fierce than the time in the new underground city. How could Ange dare to take it? All of them were introduced. In the hand of crossing the boundary.
Looking at the soul flames pouring into his left hand, and at the humans who were worshiping devoutly in the distance, Ange tilted his head, and simply pulled out the ripe beets from the ground and threw them towards them.
In exchange of equal value, they donated so much soul flame, so give them all the beets. Ange thought.
"This...is this a reward from your master? What is this?" People stared at the beets thrown over them, murmuring in disbelief.
The former slaves, who did not even have enough food to eat, had seen crops like sugar beets before and picked them up in their hands in a hurry, feeling at a loss.
There was a child who couldn't resist the fragrance of vegetable leaves. He took a bite and then wrinkled his face. Human taste cannot adapt to the taste of raw leaves.
Someone had the courage to bite the root, and the juice rushed into his mouth, and a wave of soul-shaking shock erupted in an instant: "It's so delicious! Is there such delicious food in the world!? It's so delicious!!"
The forerunner's admiration stimulated his companions. Seeing that Ange was not angry, everyone boldly bit the beets in their hands. The sweet taste instantly conquered everyone's taste buds, stimulating the secretion of dopamine, producing a strong sense of refreshment and happiness. .
Many people sobbing and crying while eating.
"Thank you, sir, for the food." A small part of the gratitude and admiration came from the food, and the majority came from the 'gift'. During their long slave life, no one had ever kindly given them anything.
Then there was another wave of surging soul flames.
Ange scratched his head, hesitating whether to throw the world tree saplings over to them, otherwise it would not be 'equivalent'.
"What are you doing? Didn't you say there is no soul flame? Why are you using soul flame to grow vegetables again?" Nigris flew over and said angrily.
Ange pointed to the world saplings on the ground: "They don't consume fertilizer. Plants grow, they grow."
Negris looked at the World Sapling in confusion, and was shocked to find that the sapling, which had just sprouted at first, had grown taller and had two small leaves.
"Plants grow only when they grow? Are you trying to verify this? No wonder the place where the World Tree is located is full of dense forests, Siobada, if the elves are afraid that other plants will compete with the World Tree for nutrients, they will clear out all the nearby plants before planting them again. , wouldn’t it mean that there would never be a chance to plant the World Tree?” Negris thought in shock.
Ange tilted his head and said something that frightened Nigris: "They are not afraid of the restful wind and can be planted outside."
PS: Two updates and three chapters, published as I write, no manuscripts saved, honest and hard-working
