Chapter 281 281. Druid and the Fountain of Life Production Line
I saw the huge banyan tree that was dozens of meters high suddenly stand up. Its aerial roots were like its arms, tightly protecting the house, and there was not even a visible bump.
The gathered raindrops and clouds danced around it, and powerful magical fluctuations were released without reservation.
It was obvious that this was a powerful tree man, even Orpheus Oak, the one favored by God, was surprised.
It can only stop temporarily.
It seems that the other party is reacting like this because I want to go in. They are obviously trees, why is it so repulsive to me?
"Didn't you do a magic test when you shipped it here?"
It asked Semir beside it: "Such powerful magic power is close to that of a level 10 magician. Logically, the test should be able to detect it, right?"
Semiel, who was woken up and ran over, was sweating profusely.
He frowned and said, "We have tested each of our magic plants with a magic detector, and its magic reading is very low."
Semir took out the test results at that time: Banyan Tree No. 12, magic test passed, magic strength is level 3.
As a reliable adult, Semiel would of course complete all preparations before officially starting the relocation of the magical plants and monsters.
What's more, he went there nominally to recruit people in accordance with the order of the Duke of Hanjiao.
It would be fine to pick up some flowers and plants on the way, but it would be embarrassing to bring everything back like a locust.
Oak looked at the magic reading instrument, then looked at the standing banyan tree, and after thinking for a moment, he decided to go in.
At least we need to figure out what its demands are.
Otherwise, such an unstable factor in Croya's garden would sooner or later be removed by the apprentices.
Tenth-level magic power is not the same as a tenth-level wizard. Having power without the corresponding knowledge and means to cast magic is nothing in the North.
What's more, it's very important to note that it's late at night. If Taring calls the police and attracts Cloya's attention...
People who don’t sleep well are generally in a bad mood, which is even more troublesome.
After all, it is one of our own kind.
"Oh, it's really hard work."
The oak tree stepped decisively into the garden. Behind it, the shadow of a huge oak tree quietly emerged. It was several hundred meters high and was about to pierce the ecological dome.
It has stayed in the magic veins on the seabed for so long, and has absorbed the consciousness of the earth compressed by the ocean. It is also a favored one by the Mother Goddess of the Earth, and has reached a nearly legendary level.
In the world of demon plants, the suppression power of the superiors over the inferiors is extremely terrifying and unreasonable.
Almost at the moment when the oak tree showed its magical power, the banyan tree, which also looked extremely huge, almost fell down, and its bark oozed juice as if it was sweating.
"I don't mean to threaten the humans you protect."
The oak tree moved forward step by step with its roots, and the banyan tree retreated step by step, but it still tightly protected the house on top of the aerial roots without even a bump.
This is actually very abnormal.
You should know that it is the oak tree of the Orpheus family, and it is a descendant of the second-generation offspring of the World Tree, the Holy Oak Latmeya.
To be honest, it has a direct connection with the World Tree. Logically speaking, both magical beasts and magical plants will be very friendly in front of it.
But the banyan tree in front of me...it is very resistant to itself!
"Why?"
It asked directly: “I showed you kindness, and my friends and acquaintances helped you create this garden so that you could survive the locust plague.
Why are you resisting.
Banyan tree, please answer me! "
The roar of the oak tree was like a direct blow to the head. The banyan tree trembled a few times and dared not move. It carefully transmitted a wave of mental power.
Probably means...
"Tools?" Oak was stunned. "You said that we treat magical beasts and magical plants as tools, not friends of nature?"
This is really something new.
Today, the North is a paradise for magical plants and beasts. It is full of vitality and all things are flourishing. However, there are trees that say they are not friends of nature.
"you……"
It was about to refute, but suddenly an idea flashed in its mind and it thought that it seemed to be true.
Druids and Shamans are special supernatural beings. To put it nicely, one is the darling of nature, and the other is the friend of the elements.
But in reality, it was nature and elements that gave them power, which is similar to the power bestowed by gods on their believers to be more precise.
If you are rejected by nature and the elements, you will immediately lose all your power and may even be deliberately targeted, which is extremely miserable.
Now, Kloya's northern border and the Orpheus family from which it came are more focused on the research of magical beasts and magical plants, and the use of nature. In a sense, the evaluation of "tools" is not wrong.
This is the essential difference.
The mage controls his own power, and the rest are auxiliary; for shamans and druids, as long as they have a good relationship with the elements and nature, they will basically be successful.
Take Croa for example, in fact, he is a superior in many relationships with nature, and the relationship is not even equal.
And the druid, in this friendly relationship, is actually a little biased towards the lower one. Although the real feelings cannot be denied, the power is not his own after all.
Thinking this way, the oak tree understood.
It seems that the trees in the south have not yet enjoyed the benefits of the north.
tool?
I wonder how many magical plants in the North want to feel the gift of Kloa.
You only need one thing to make this banyan tree obedient.
It said to the banyan tree: "Your magic power of nearly ten levels may be strong in the southern border, but here in the northern border.
You need to stay put.
If you were willing to give the druids a few more powers, life would be easy."
After saying that, it took out a small bottle from its pocket, with a reluctant expression on its face. It pulled out the stopper of the bottle and threw it towards the banyan tree.
The crystal clear bottle cast a series of white light bands under the night sky, so bright and warm.
That's the magic of sunshine!
It was given to it by Croa as the special magic supply every month. It was carefully blended by the former and also added with the light of Eden and the golden oil of sunflower.
Named "Sunshine Potion".
It’s a neat name, but it really best describes its effectiveness.
Any normal plant that needs sunlight to grow will have no resistance to this thing.
Look, the banyan tree, which was originally a little afraid, became cheerful the moment it was touched by the white light in the bottle.
"!!!"
It emitted a shocking and breathtaking mental fluctuation, and then without saying a word it ran directly to the place where it had been uprooted and took root again, enjoying the warm light motionlessly.
From the leaves to the bark and even every aerial root, joyful spiritual fluctuations are emanating.
“Tsk.”
Oak looked at the completely quiet Banyan Tree and curled his lips in disdain. It was just a bottle of sunshine potion, wasn't it necessary to be so angry?
But it still couldn't help but feel heartbroken.
It was just in my hand, and it had not yet had time to slowly penetrate with its roots, carefully savor and enjoy it, and then bury the bottle to savor it from time to time.
'I hope to get another one.'
The distressed oak tree walked unceremoniously to the banyan tree, tapped its trunk with a branch, and warned, "Let the people out!"
The banyan tree's aerial roots suddenly shrank downwards, and the house that was originally built between the aerial roots naturally fell to the ground. There was even a breeze that pushed open the door.
The young man, who was surrounded by emerald light spots, clouds and raindrops in the house, appeared in front of the oak tree.
"You weren't like this just now." Oak couldn't help but complain in his heart, and then looked at the boy.
The moment he saw him, Oak was certain that the special power that could mobilize nature was indeed that of a druid.
“It is indeed a gift from nature.”
It is still very happy.
Because now the territory lacks a druid, and only a druid can make the Fountain of Life using natural aura as the main material.
There are so many elves in the North, and so much natural spiritual energy, the quality of the Fountain of Life that can be made should not be low.
After confirming this, the oak tree left without startling or disturbing the boy who was still sleeping.
But before leaving, it said to the banyan tree: "The current Southland Garden is where Croa lets you live. If you want to build your hometown better here.
Then get a few more nature druids.
It has protected mankind for thousands of years, so you should understand what I mean."
Of course the banyan tree knew it.
It grew in the territory of the nobility and has seen many things over the millennia.
It actually considered it seriously, selected a few young people it liked, and bestowed its gifts on them.
…
One day later.
When the four druids came to Kroya, the owner of the Reef Island, the archmage who had just woken up, was still a little confused.
Huh? Didn't they say there was only one? How come four suddenly appeared?
He was a little strange, but still gave a kind smile.
"Welcome to the North."
"How is life in the garden? Is anyone withholding your food and supplies?"
His tone was very casual and he asked questions about very common topics.
But the druids were not calm.
Hearing such a gentle voice and feeling Kloya's refreshing temperament, several novice druids felt instantly conquered.
This kind of charm is truly universal regardless of gender or even species.
Two of the female druids blushed instantly.
They had lived in the vast rain forests of the southern border since they were young. When had they ever seen a man like this? Even the nobles looked like bumpkins in front of Kroya.
The other two male druids had shining eyes full of admiration.
Jacob made no secret of his admiration:
"grown ups."
"We live well in the North, thank you for your gift."
Kloya looked at him and smiled: "Jacob, you have done well in school. You deserve praise."
Jacob was so happy to be praised by Cloya in person that he almost fainted and stood there at a loss.
It's fun to amuse the kids once in a while.
Chloë, in a cheerful mood, did not continue to release her charm, and went straight to the point:
"Since you are already druids."
"Then I need you to help me do something."
He stood up and motioned for the four druids to follow.
Of course the four of them followed immediately, passing through a space portal behind Kloya and arriving at a small garden full of life.
The moment everyone came in, four or five elves woke up immediately, and looked at the new faces except Kloya with curious eyes.
The few people being stared at also looked at the garden curiously.
There was a gurgling stream flowing in the garden, with lush magical plants growing on both sides of the stream, arranged in some mysterious way and thriving around the stream.
Farther away there are many open space portals. Behind the translucent waves comes the unique natural breath of various elves, which converge in this garden.
Oak appeared out of nowhere, walked to Cloya's side, and said, "My friend, the magic circle here has been debugged. Now it depends on whether the druids can gather the breath of nature."
Chloe nodded and said, "Thank you for your hard work. I will give you five more bottles of Sunshine Potion."
Oak's old face suddenly lit up with joy.
Five bottles of sunshine potion!
It has now happily figured out where to bury it and enjoy it slowly.
Croa glanced at the oak tree and carefully observed this special magic circle called the "Fountain of Life Array".
Long before the elves were born, he had already begun to set up a magic circle that could produce natural potions, imitating the elves' famous "River of Negative Light".
According to legend, the River of Negative Light flows from the roots of the four sacred trees of the third generation descendants of the World Tree guarded by the elves. It is also contaminated by the breath of countless magical plants, magical beasts and elves that pass by along the way. The river water is the magic potion.
The famous Fountain of Life is the spring flowing in the center of the River of Negative Light.
Although the Orpheus Oak did not know what specific magic circle was used in the River of Negative Light, it was certain that it must have required the magic power of elves and druids as well as magical plants to separate and fuse the raw materials.
With these basic conditions, even if it is impossible to produce the Fountain of Life, it is definitely possible to produce high-quality potions.
There are already enough low-level potion production lines in the North today. Not only are there the apprentices working, but there is also the help of the magic-fixing herb. What is needed is high-level potions.
Time passes slowly.
About ten minutes later, Kloya finally withdrew his mental power somewhat tiredly - just now, he had engraved two spells for the magic plants here.
That is, the Seven Stars Separation Technique and the bee colony collaborative unified array.
The former is an old friend that has been studied for a long time; the latter is a skill learned from a kind of bees, which can maximize the unification of magic fluctuations and cooperative casting.
After completing the preparations, he instructed the four druids: "Use your powers to sense the situation here, and guide them in the way that is most comfortable for them to ensure the release of magic power."
The druids were a little nervous, but nodded immediately.
Afterwards, they began to exert their strength in various ways - some opened their arms with their hair and clothes moving without wind, some simply lay on the ground, and some simply jumped around.
The scene seemed a little weird for a moment.
But even with such a strange movement, an extremely special magical power really rose up from the grass and the earth.
This kind of magic is completely different from the natural magic that Cloya and the mages cast together. It is light and agile, and has a wonderful feeling of stretching.
If I have to say, it doesn't feel like being controlled, but rather like nature itself jumping around, full of spirituality.
The breeze is blowing, the petals are swaying, the grass is sprouting...
The leaves and petals were blown by the force, swirling into the river and floating with the waves.
The elves fly and run freely.
To be honest, this was a scene that Cloya had never seen before. He and Oak now felt out of place here, so they were naturally being rejected.
On the contrary, the four druids have now completely integrated into nature, and the rising magic power has made them almost invisible.
Naturally... she actually rejected him, the bard of Rainbow Poetry. If he hadn't experienced it himself, he probably would never have imagined that such a thing would happen.
He casually cast a wave of iris magic to hide himself and the oak tree, and then said, "It's hard to imagine."
"The flowers and plants around us, as well as the wind and rain, are rejecting us."
"I'm surprised too." The oak tree sighed softly, "But I feel the wind here is really comfortable and free."
It looked at the small garden, and there was a glimmer of longing and expectation in its eyes, as if it wanted to join in.
Croa was surprised and asked, "Even you are looking forward to it?"
"Yes." Oak nodded: "Just like when I was growing up freely in the family, I only needed to follow the power of the druids and sway with the wind.
"My friend, although we are also using the power of nature freely, it still carries with it some command nature.
Can freedom that is commanded be called freedom?"
Obviously, the oak tree has realized the essence of the matter. After all, it is a magical plant and must feel it faster than Cloya.
Its words made Croa fall into deep thought.
However, Cloya helplessly discovered that the nature of his power was destined to make him unable to be in a lower position in the magic system, and the sun would always hang high in the sky.
In nature, they belong to the superiors and the benefactors.
Light nourishes all things.
Even if he wanted to live in harmony, he couldn't accept the gift of power like a shaman or druid. Instead, he would actively use this power to achieve his own goals.
At best, they could get along with each other on an equal footing - and this was the result of his continuous efforts.
We can only be friends, and it is impossible to put yourself in a lower position.
Besides, it is impossible for him to put himself in a lower position. This is the most essential difference between a mage, a druid and a shaman.
He feels good about it and has no plans to change it.
So he was relieved quickly.
If you can't do it yourself, then there's nothing you can do.
He is the lord and has so many people under him. He cannot do everything himself and always needs help from his subordinates.
All he needs to do is train his subordinates well. The more capable his subordinates are, the sooner he can lay down his feet and concentrate on his hobbies.
And while he was thinking, the river, the small stream surrounded by the magic circle had undergone some changes.
The natural spiritual energy breathed out by flower petals, raindrops, grass leaves and the elves all gathered into the river.
A ray of light appeared in the clear river.
(End of this chapter)
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