"We're running away, don't worry about it, hit me if you can."
When Gaillard saw this, he immediately laughed angrily: "Okay, wait until I go over and beat you."
"Are you angry? We are angry too. We shouldn't save the God of Life and let it die. This will save you elves from being ungrateful and repaying kindness with hatred."
"Can't you see such a simple thing? No. Do you think we don't know what you want? No. The tree of life belongs to itself, not to you elves."
The second and third paragraphs in the letter brought some shame and emotion to Gaillard. Their thoughts were clearly visible to others.
However, these shames disappeared again in the fourth paragraph.
"There are many of you, and it's the home court. If you have the ability to send someone over to challenge one another, the loser will run around the world tree naked. Do you dare?!"
Among the other guys including Ange and Negris, the only one wearing clothes is the little angel. Does it mean anything to them whether he runs naked or not?
Paragraph 5: "Seeing as you don't dare, let's leave first. When the God of Life wakes up, we will come back. Then we will accuse the elves of their rudeness in front of it."
"The crops, industries, and people we left here have all been taken care of by me. If due to you, the crops fail, the industry goes bankrupt, or the people die, the God of Life will definitely punish you, and neither will the God of Immortality. He will spare you, but the God of Knowledge will also curse you.”
"If you can't do it, we will send you a leaf of a sapling every month until it becomes bald. I hope you will be aware of it."
Up to this point in the letter, there are still some messy marks underneath, as if there were several guys fighting for pen and ink when writing this letter.
"What's in the letter?" Galadel quickly leaned over to ask after seeing Gaillard finish reading.
Gaillard handed the letter directly to her, and looked at the City of Beauty and World Tree in the distance, lost in thought.
Galadel finished reading and said in surprise: "There are still crops? I'll go take a look."
Jumping back, she transformed into a giant eagle and soared into the sky. Soon she found a large rice field by the Dragon Dragon Lake. After falling down, she picked a tree at random. When she took a closer look, her expression changed drastically.
Astoria was the third one to take the letter. Her hand gently wiped across the parchment, and the writing instantly seemed to be alive and was touched by her fingers.
Soon, Astoria finished reading the entire letter with her fingers.
"What should I do?" Gaillard asked in embarrassment.
Astoria smiled slightly: "Can you find which plane they are in?"
Gaillard shook his head: "The approximate range can be determined, but the specific abyss is difficult to find. It may take several years or even decades to investigate one by one. It will require a lot of manpower and material resources, and there may be casualties."
"Then before you find them, take care of the things they left behind." Astoria said.
Gaillard hesitated: "Is this good? There is a sentence in the letter that is right. The tree of life belongs to them. Let's fight for it like this, okay?"
Astoria smiled slightly: "I have to ask you, can you, or the elves, bear the price of losing the God of Life?"
Gaillard's whole body was shocked and he immediately shook his head: "No."
As the queen of elves, she is very aware of the shortcomings of the elves. Without the God of Life, the elves are likely to become extinct.
"Now, you have only two choices. Grab the sapling at all costs and cultivate it while it is still young. Maybe it will not remember that it was snatched. The God of Life once said, It has no memory of things that happened ten thousand years ago, so it doesn’t know how we elves were born.”
Gaillard fell into deep thought and asked after a while: "What about the second one?"
"Build a good relationship, and when it is able to protect the elves, the whole family will take refuge in it." Astoria said.
Compared with the first one, the second one is more like a joke. Gaillard said angrily: "Don't be joking."
Astoria smiled slightly and did not refute.
Gaillard took a deep breath and decided: "That's it, make a good relationship for the time being, take care of the industrial crops they left behind, and at the same time search the abyss where they are, and grab the saplings, the Tree of Life, at all costs. It must belong to the elves.”
With a swish, a giant eagle flew back, transformed into Galadel and said: "Maybe it's not that simple, you see."
Gaillard glanced blankly. What could she, a dragon hunter, see through a rice seedling? I can only look confused.
Astoria stretched out her hand and touched it, but found nothing wrong.
"I picked these by the Dragon Dragon Lake. The water in the lake is salty, and these are salty rice." Galadel said eagerly.
The dragon hunter and the God of Truth obviously didn't realize the key point. They just asked: "Is it very precious? Is it rare? It seems that human food cannot be grown in salt water, right?"
"Unprecedented, this is a new kind of food, a new kind of food that can be grown in salt water and saline-alkali soil, a brand-new crop. No one can be sure to 'take care of' them." Speaking of 'care' When it's good, Galadel's tone is particularly emphasized.
Now Gaillard and Astoria realized the crux of the problem. The brand new grain was still salt water. Even Galadel was not sure to take good care of it. So who could take care of it?
If we don’t take good care of them and they die, how can we have a good relationship with them?
Now that Ange and others were forced to run away, they must be feeling angry, and the elves have killed their new food seeds. They will definitely hate the elves by then.
"Is it very precious?" Gaillard asked. If it is not precious, then it will die if it is sown. How much is the food worth? Then double, triple, or ten times the compensation will be enough.
Galadel nodded and said with suppressed excitement: "Let's put it this way, one-fifth of the land in the world that can be reclaimed as cultivated land belongs to saline-alkali land. If this kind of crop can be promoted, it will be equivalent to an extra five-fifth of the world's land. One-fifth of the world’s arable land can feed one-fifth of the world’s population.”
Gaillard was frightened, and a word flashed through his mind - priceless treasure.
"How about we apologize to them and ask them to come back?" Galadel suggested.
Gaillard and Astoria rolled their eyes at her in unison. Of course, Astoria didn't have the whites of her eyes to roll, but everyone could understand their expressions.
The mighty elven army retreated in despair, leaving only a group of elven druids led by Galadel and a group of Chimera knights.
The druids led by Galadel are naturally there to take care of the saltwater magic rice. This is a hard job. The elves are not adapted to the desert climate, but these elven druids are happy because they have to take care of them. It is an unprecedented new grain.
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In the Holy Heaven, the Square of the Gods, Ange stood in the reclaimed farmland, staring at a certain direction in the sky in a daze from time to time.
Luther, who had just come up from the Abyss of Rest, saw this scene and asked worriedly: "Is this still the case, sir?"
Nigris sighed helplessly: "Yes, I miss him so much."
"Damn elves, you should have taken me with you then and let me chop them all up on the spot." Luther said indignantly.
"Really? I'll take you with me next time. There aren't many elves. There are three magic gods, one of whom knows how to ban demons, a dozen arcane mages, a dragon hunter, three archers, and hundreds of people. It's just a group of magicians." Nigris said pretending to be very excited.
Every time he said another word, Luther's face twitched, and he couldn't stop being embarrassed. He quickly changed the subject: "By the way, Mr. Naig, do you still have upgrade beans? Anna's strength has reached a bottleneck, and she wants to use upgrade beans to rush. Let’s try to see if we can break through the great swordsman.”
Nigris spread his hands and said, "No more, Ange took them all to plant."
"Ah!? No more? What should I do now? Anna is so lazy. Without the upgrade beans, she won't bother to break through. She might just end up as a high-level swordsman and never be able to level up again."
Luther scratched his head in distress and said: "Sir, do you think I should force her to steal her quilt when she sleeps, snatch her paper when she goes to the toilet, throw sand at her when eating, and force her to break through? I’m afraid it will hurt the relationship between the siblings too much.”
Nigris' jaw almost dropped when he heard this: "Can we break through... can we still use this method?"
"Of course, to stimulate your potential." Luther was a little eager to try. It didn't matter whether he made a breakthrough or not. The main thing was that it was quite exciting.
"No, no, no, no, it's too hurtful. Just ask the evil god to change it, Ange."
Nigris took the initiative to take over the task of upgrading the beans. Firstly, he felt pity for Anna and saved her from being killed by her unreliable brother. Secondly, he also wanted to find something to do for Ange to distract him.
Now this vegetable-growing skeleton is very excited. In the past, he was satisfied with just a piece of land, but now he is no longer able to do so. He misses the endless farmland and wasteland on the shores of Zhuilong Lake and the island in the center of the lake all day long.
He obviously also understood that the elves were powerful and couldn't go back for a while, so he didn't say anything. He only occasionally looked at a certain direction in a daze when he was playing with crops in the field. He was so sensible that it made people feel heartbroken.
"Ange, where's that evil statue? Take it out and exchange it for some upgrade beans. Anna is about to break through, and the upgrade beans can help her break through."
Ange nodded, took out the statue of the evil god and put an elf bean on it.
With a swish, a furry claw immediately stretched out, held down the elf bean, and hooked it back.
Then immediately, the little paw stretched out again, and slapped the place where the elephant held the hand, very hard, and finally clenched the little paw and bent his elbow.
Nigris and Luther looked at each other and said with some uncertainty: "It is... angry?"
"It seems like, why are you angry?"
"Angry that we didn't find it for so long to exchange for beans?"
After saying this, everyone felt it was a bit ridiculous. Dangdang is an evil god. Is he angry because no one asked him to exchange for beans?
Ange took an elf bean and touched its tightly clenched fist.
The little fist is clenched tightly and does not let go.
Ange touched it again, loosened it a little, touched it again, and loosened it a little more. When he saw that it was almost done, Ange clamped the elf bean between its toes.
The little paw pinched it and then slowly retracted it. You can see its reluctance by looking at its speed and weakness.
After retracting it, the little paw stretched out again and patted the place where the hand was resting.
Ange put the fairy beans on, and when he got the fourth one, he stretched out his little paw, and there was an extra upgrade bean in his hand.
"Hey, isn't it five for one upgrade bean? Why did it become four for one?" Negris asked in confusion.
Luther guessed: "Could it be that it hasn't been replaced for a long time? It thinks that we dislike the price and takes the initiative to increase the price for us?"
"It's possible. What do you think it does in exchange for so many fairy beans? To fill its stomach?" Nigris asked.
"Well, if it is an evil god and relies on fairy beans to fill its stomach, how many pills should it eat a day? We haven't changed with it for so long, and it hasn't starved to death," Luther said.
Ange picked up the elf bean, mobilized the elements to burn on its surface, and quickly engraved a few small words: "Are you hungry?"
The elf bean was hooked away, and the furry claws immediately stretched out again, but as soon as they were stretched out, they immediately retracted, probably because they discovered the words on the bean.
Then after several minutes, the paw stretched out, and there was a black stone on the palm, with two words written crookedly on it: "So hungry."
"It can read human words. You ask it, can it be full of elf beans?" Nigris said excitedly.
"Can the elf bean be full?" Ange carved the words and put the elf bean into his palm.
"It's delicious." The little paw stretched out, and there was still a black stone on the palm.
"Anything else to eat?"
The sentence "Others are delicious" is not marked, but Nigris guessed that it should be a question, otherwise it would not correspond to the question.
"What else have you eaten?"
This question kept the little paw from reaching out for a long time. After a few minutes, it stretched out its paw. On the black stone, there was a crooked drawing of a furry head, tilted, and doubts expressively expressed in its two eyes.
In addition to the stone, there was also an upgrade bean. Although they had talked about it, the evil god obviously did not forget to exchange it, and four elf beans were returned to one upgrade bean.
This soul-level painting style made Luther and Nigris burst into laughter: "It seems that it doesn't know what it has eaten. Let's try the same ones and see if it wants something else."
Ange thought for a while and took out a small glowing fragment.
Nigris was so frightened that he grabbed him and said, "What do you want to do? This is a fragment of the god. What do you want to do?"
The soul in the body of God escaped, but was caught by the God of Life and crushed to pieces.
The broken spirit was scattered and was gathered up unceremoniously by Ange. Together with a large piece snatched by the little angel, more than half of the soul of the god's body was in Ange's hands.
"There are many." Ange took out a handful, which were all fragments of the gods. The piece he took out before was not as good as one-sixtieth of what is here.
"Then save it and don't waste it." Nigris had no choice but to let go.
The fragment of the spirit was placed on the holding hand, and the little paw pressed it down with a swish, and then hooked it back.
After more than ten seconds, he stretched out his claws again and grabbed a handful of them, about seven or eight upgrade beans. He just threw it down, retracted it, and grabbed another handful and stretched it out.
A small fragment of the spirit was exchanged for two handfuls of sixteen upgrade beans.
"It's too much. I can't use it. Ask if I can change it to something else." Nigris said.
Ange used the elf bean to carve the words: "Change it with something else." and put it together with a fragment of the spirit.
There was no movement for several more minutes.
Everyone is not in a hurry. Now that Nigris has figured it out, his little paws are not moving. He is either hesitating about what to exchange for, or he is weighing the value of what to exchange for.
The little paws stretched out again, holding something in their hands, flexing and stretching the palms and toes, as if they wanted to give but didn't want to give.
Finally, he opened his palm, and there were black crystal fragments about half the size of a fingernail spread out on it.
