Bran came across the elven gardens as he traveled for the rest of the year, but the size was different. Some young, inquisitive goblins will accompany Bran on the road for a while, chatting.

This is very good, where there is good food and drink, the goblin, as the landlord, will point out the specific location, reducing the time Bran has to search. He will also help clean up the beasts that pose a clear threat to the garden. Bran is just like this, with meat and vegetables, and he is moving forward quickly with delicious food and drink.

"You never seem to have asked, how do we protect our home?" said an adult elf who followed Bran.

"Insects. The insects in the garden are very characteristic, and I have seen huge beehives in some gardens. Also, I've noticed recently that there are no mosquitoes around your head, so you probably have the ability to repel insects. ”

"It's not a drive. It is through the magic fluctuations that attract some helpful ones and drive away those who are useless, which is also how we protect our garden from pests. ”

"Are the birds your predators?" asked Bran, "and I have found very few birds nesting in the garden. ”

"It's not. The goblin laughed, "We are somewhere between spirit and matter, and the birds can't catch us." ”

Bran was a little curious, "I caught you. ”

Then Bran gestured again, and the black cat Flowey was holding a goblin in her mouth.

"It's kind of a catch, but there are some differences. The fairy explained, "The symbiotic relationship of our ancestors allowed our magic to entangle, and with your movements, your magic bound us. ”

"In other words, some physical damage in reality will not directly affect you, such as my knife slashing through your body. ”

"Hmm. What poses the greatest threat to us is the change in the living environment. If this forest disappears, so will we. The goblin paused, then looked Bran up and down, and said with some dissatisfaction, "How do I feel that you always seem to be thinking about how to deal with us?"

"No, you're too careful, just curious. Bran shrugged.

"Well, it feels like you're not lying. ”

"There's no need to lie, you're naturally close to the spiritual level, and you're naturally aware of malice. Bran explained, then asked, "If there really is a covenant, why are you hiding from us?" ”

"Not exactly dodging. First, we are accustomed to acting in this state, and second, we are more sensitive to negative emotions, and when we feel them, we will habitually enter this state, which is the instinct of self-preservation. ”

Bran felt something was wrong, and asked with some uncertainty, "Wait, you're invisible now?" but I can see you clearly. ”

"I have long said that our two races used to live together. It's just that time has passed so long that some of your abilities have degraded and you are beginning to turn a blind eye to us. But it's good that you Northland kids don't have a good impression of us. ”

"Hey, it's not you, it's them. Now we're all in this together. Bran pulled the relationship with a hippie smile. At the same time, he understood that after being tossed by that group of old goblins, he had an atavistic phenomenon. Bran felt that he had degenerated into a primitive, and he began to examine his body carefully to see if he had grown long hair and a tail......

......

Two days later, a large tree appeared in Bran's eyes. A real giant tree, a giant tree like a hill, a real huge garden.

Here Bran meets Whisper and several other old elves again. Seeing that Bran was a little stunned at the big tree, the fairy whispered to Bran and said, "Look at it a few more times, you won't be able to see it in a few years." ”

"Hmm. Bran nodded in response, he understood what that meant. He could feel that the ancient tree had begun to die, but it was too large and too vigorous, so it would take years to die.

"What else is this kind of tree?"

"Counting here, there are three left. Whispering sighed.

"What happened to the wasteland?" asked Bran without holding back.

Whispered thought for a moment and said, "Our two races are born with a keen instinct for danger, and everyone felt panic in their hearts at the time of the incident, but they couldn't find the reason.

Some offered to leave the wasteland, but most were reluctant to leave. Although everyone sensed the danger, they still wanted to wait. We were strong and united, and there was no threat to us in the vicinity.

Eventually, a group of young Northlanders and elves decided to leave the wasteland. At that time, no one stopped them, but they offered a lot of help. Back then, they all thought about separating, no matter which side went wrong, there was still room for mutual remedy. However, this is not the case, a huge meteor fell from the sky, and the wasteland was completely finished. There is nothing to lose here because of the mountain range.

This tree was also planted back then, and then when these trees slowly grew, our two tribes began to have differences. At that time, the environment had been modified to suit us elves. We elves are accustomed to the comfort in front of us, and you are ready to step out of the woods. While the covenant remains, we give up on each other.

Without the help of the Northlanders, it had no effect at first. At that time, this mountain forest had just been renovated and was in a period of vigorous growth. We goblins have been complacent for quite some time, but as time goes on, as you see now.

Years later, the children of the Northlanders who went out heard the call of the wasteland and began to pass by here one after another, and returned to the wasteland to complete the so-called trial. Some habits were formed at that time, and you will help us clear some potential threats along the way.

After that, it gradually became what it is now, and you just followed the tradition, habitually cleaning up the beasts in the road. ”

Bran then asked another question of his interest: "A few days ago, you said that the last Northland man you could entrust, how come I haven't heard a legend about him. ”

"I went in, but I didn't come out. Whispering angrily pointed to the wasteland.

......

This was more embarrassing, and Bran quickly diverted the topic: "Do the goblins really feed on magic?"

"It's not all, it's more about establishing and maintaining a comfortable living environment, an environment where it is more convenient to condense magic to replenish itself. ”

Bran added, "It's about making the magic in the environment come alive." ”

"Mana is already active, we've only improved and strengthened some of the traits. Whisper explained.

"Thank you, it must have taken a lot of effort to activate my magical power. ”

"I just didn't expect your magic to be so strong, it really scared a bunch of old guys. How did you get here?"

"Luck. I didn't think of many things, I just tried it. Probably as you said, the mana itself is active, so as long as the direction is right, the mana will adjust accordingly. Now I don't even understand that magic seems to really have life and will, but it is too chaotic, so it needs a direction. ”

"Yes, direction. Not only magic, but also a direction is needed to develop. Whispered with emotion.

"Help us solve one thing. ”

Bran patted his chest and said, "As long as you can do it." ”