Chapter 41: Tree Man

An ancient tree? Zhao Mian thought of this for the first time, and he opened his mouth through the eyes of his helmet, carefully looking at the creature in front of him—or rather the plant. He looked like the oak trees around him, whether it was from the perspective of skin or leaves, the appearance of this creature was no different from the trees around him, but whether it was the gray-brown eyes that were carefully observing Zhao Mian, or the mouth that had just spoken words, or even the hands that were tapping on Zhao Mian's armor, it all showed that the creature in front of him was not a tree without wisdom at all.

But this creature is completely different from the ancient trees of Azeroth, on the continent of Kalimdor, the ancient trees that have survived from ancient times to the present have always spoken slowly and slowly in a long tone about their ancient wisdom, and they have always played the role of guardians and stewards of knowledge throughout their long lives, and taught every young Night Elf. It is somewhat uncertain to speculate that these ancient trees were created by the Ancient Titans to care for the forest, and for unknown reasons, they were not affected by the weakening curse and have continued their form to this day. They are generally nearly ten meters tall, but they are not as thin as the creature in front of them, on the contrary, their bodies are surprisingly strong, and they are always happy to let the tiny animals settle on their bodies - their pace is slow, and each movement always takes a long time, so that the little animals that have made their home on them do not feel any vibration.

Zhao Mian stopped thinking about it, he adjusted his body slightly - this made the creature very surprised, he relaxed the strength of his hand, and leaned closer to his head, looking at Zhao Mian carefully, the gray-brown eyes were very small, but they revealed great curiosity, as well as some green light.

Zhao Mian jumped off the palm of this guy's hand, and then raised his head to look at the creature in front of him - this creature had just spoken a strange language, which almost made Zhao Mian mistake the surrounding trees for talking, but there were some extremely subtle differences, this difference was not very big, but it was enough to make people separate their words from the whispers of the trees.

The creature was hostile to the orcs, a message that could be seen in the orcs who didn't look very good, and the creature's language was so close to the whispers of the trees that Zhao Mian couldn't even imagine that he had little to do with the forest - he was almost certain that the Fagong Forest was the home of the creature, and he must be the tree people who lived here. There is not much information about them, but the elves who have lived in this world for a long time have faithfully recorded everything they know, and the library of Rivendell contains the news of these creatures, and their stories have been woven into beautiful poems by those sentimental elves, which are still sung today.

"I'm not an Iron Golem, and while my armor is very thick, I'm just a human. Zhao Mian was silent for a while, then took off his helmet and said, "I have no ill intentions, the reason why I am here is also due to some irresistible reasons - I was blown up here during the battle with Saruman. If you can forgive me for my faux pas and inform me of my way out of here, I would be very grateful for your help - and I can do something for you......"

"Saruman ?!!" The tree man looked at Zhao Mian's cheek as if he was remembering something, he took a long time to complete a nod, and then said abruptly, as if he had only understood the name after Zhao Mian had said it, and he repeated the name in an almost urgent tone, "Ah, that's right, you're human. They do look like you, and those skinny, white-skinned humans have seen them around here a few times in the past. But, Saruman, Saruman, Saruman! You said you're fighting Saruman - ah, Treebeard said someone was fighting the White Wizard - yes, yes, yes, yours are fighting the White Wizard. Indeed, the filthy Braru, the orcs, had spoken this in their disgusting tones, that humanity had indeed gone to war with the white-robed wizards. The tree man said these words quickly, as if he was telling his thoughts, constructing his own thoughts little by little, and then he stopped speaking quickly, lowered his head, and looked at Zhao Mian carefully, his eyes were extremely subtle on it, from Zhao Mian's point of view, it was not easy to distinguish his eyes from his skin, but he still stood in front of Zhao Mian, he said, " Short-lived humans, you need to come with me, Treebeard must be eager to talk to you. ”

Without saying anything, he grabbed Zhao Mian and began to walk in the opposite direction of where Zhao Mian originally needed to go.

Zhao Mian didn't struggle, because he didn't feel the malice from the other party, he really just wanted Zhao Mian to see a guy called Shuhu, that maybe it had other meanings for the tree people, but Zhao Mian didn't know what this meaning meant- However, this should be an opportunity, Zhao Mian knows very clearly that for the now isolated Rohan, Isengard's enemy is too strong, so strong that Saruman does not need to use any tricks, he only needs to let his army push all the way through to achieve the final victory. Therefore, Zhao Mian very much wanted to enlist the help of the tree people, these creatures that appeared in ancient legends have extremely magical and powerful powers, and they are called tree herders in the language of the elves. But at the same time, Zhao Mian also knows a profound truth, which has been proven on Azeroth for many years - the enemy of the enemy is not necessarily a friend. But in any case, this is a good opportunity, and Zhao Mian still decided to give it a try.

"Please put me down, protector of the trees. I was able to keep up with you. Zhao Mian spoke, he used some strength slightly, and struggled out of the hands of the tree man, almost at the same time as he landed, a gate made of light appeared on the ground, and the war horse neighed out of it, and Zhao Mian immediately stepped on the war horse.

"Short-lived humans are masters of horses - these words seem to be very appropriate for you. The tree man lowered his head and looked at Zhao Mian, the gorgeous armor on the war horse made him blink, Zhao Mian noticed a large tree nodule growing on his left eyelid, "Then hurry up, Shuhu is waiting for our arrival, this distance is not long, let me think - ah, there are still nearly two thousand steps." ”

As the words fell, he took another step on his own, his pace was not fast, but each step was extremely long, which made his speed not as slow as it seemed in his movements, and he was about to disappear into the shadows of the forest when Zhao Mian put on his helmet again—but soon he reappeared in Zhao Mian's field of vision. Holding on to an aspen tree in his hand, the branches and leaves on its head were indistinguishable from the trees, he said, "Horse owners, we need to hurry." ”