No matter what world the people are in, as long as the people are not beyond the mundane, they still need to eat. Food, then, is the world's most important topic.

Tuya's eyes revealed fanaticism, but he tried to search, but he never found any trace. It was as if the treasure was an excuse for the spirit of the earth to divert his attention.

If it weren't for the moss growing on the ground, Tuya wouldn't have believed it. Subconsciously, you have to wonder if the spirit of the earth has found a new favorite, and you don't care so much about him anymore.

The earth also needs messengers. Tuya is one of them.

However, the moss on the ground is still expanding, but the speed has slowed down, and it is slowing down further. Or when, it will just stop.

How can it be! Tuya suddenly felt a feeling that the opportunity was far away from him, and in his heart, a feeling of extreme reluctance was born.

No, such a good opportunity must belong to me.

Only, where is the treasure?

"Did you find the waste?"

Tuya yelled at the group of orcs they were looking for in the depths of the cave. If you don't hurry up, you'll never find that thing again.

Ingres looked up, his body still hiding in the endless shadows, the presence of moss added a lot of shadows to his use. made him have a lot of confidence in Tuya's confrontation.

The Spirit of Shadow, in the main material plane, is still not as good as the Spirit of the Earth. But you can create some, shadowy realms to counter the Tuya!

Angel couldn't find out where the treasure was, but vaguely knew a direction. The reason why he let those people from the Ghost Wolf Regiment go in to look for him was nothing more than to divert Tuya's attention.

He himself was still looking in the big hole outside, and faintly, he had already caught that direction.

But at this moment, this faint feeling suddenly disappeared, disappearing without a trace, as if it had never appeared.

A sense of loss came out of my heart.

Is this a loss of treasure? Who the hell is it? Lin Chuan? Impossible, right?

The Ghost Wolf Regiment is powerful, and a lot of information has been collected, and even Lin Chuan's real name is already known.

But Angel didn't believe it, he didn't even see the treasure in the shadow, he didn't even know what it was, and it had been taken by Lin Chuan.

He would never have thought that the treasure was refined by Lin Chuan himself.

With the inheritance of a mythical world, Lin Chuan is indeed better than others to a certain extent.

At this time, he also felt it, because the mouth of the half-plane was not completely closed, and some of the power that came out of the runes leaked into the main material plane. This is all the foundation of his own half-plane growth, and it belongs to him.

Lin Chuan naturally immediately closed the entrance to the half-plane, which was the instinct of the lord of the half-plane. With the complete closure of the entrance, Lin Chuan felt that the speed of growth of the half-plane had improved a little. Although this speed is very slow, no one else can feel it. But this couldn't hide Lin Chuan, because he was the master of the half-plane and the master of the runes.

At this time, the surface of the rune changed again. The original green glow slowly turned red. It's a sign of passion, it's a sign of growth.

Under the shroud of spring, plants grew one after another, and some flower bones hung on the branches. dotted one after another, hanging full of branches. At this time, when summer comes, these flower bones open one after another, exuding the fragrance of flowers.

The fragrance of the flowers made everyone who kept praying feel the spiritual vibration. At the same time, the mind is clearer.

This is? Flowers in full bloom?

Shirley couldn't believe it, and then quickly thought of the authority of the Lord of the Four Seasons.

"You are the god of the seasons, and you are in charge of the changes of the seasons!"

Since the changes of the four seasons can be controlled, what about these?

"You are the god of spring, and you hold the authority to revive all things!"

Previously, Shirrill had seen the scene of the recovery of all things, and the crazy rise of those plants was the best proof of this. The birth of those flower bones is the best performance.

Then Sheryl thought about the present, the blooming of flowers.

She didn't stop praying, she just opened her eyes and looked at the half-plane in front of her, and she couldn't believe it.

In a place of more than 400 acres, all the plants are rising wildly, and then quickly blooming. The kind of scene of purple and red and a hundred flowers competing for beauty is simply dazzling.

"You are the god of summer, and you hold the authority over all things!"

Shirdell understood this prayer more and more thoroughly, and became more convinced.

This is a great being, the master of the four seasons, able to grasp the changes of the four seasons.

Shiryl is like this, and Old John and the others have not missed it. Originally, they were just praying casually, just wanting a spiritual sustenance. Looking at the crazy rise of plants, I thought it was the masterpiece of a certain Warcraft.

For example, the two star-spotted elk that often appear in front of their eyes, their natural magic, can make the plant grow faster.

It's just that this speed is far less than the change in the half-plane in front of you.

But Old John only thought that maybe it was because of a monster that was stronger than the two elks.

But at this time, this great change made Old John's heart can't help but doubt.

Is it really Warcraft? Or is it really the Great Being?

The ruler of the seasons, the revival of all things, and the flourishing of all things?

It's really a very close and very likable ability. As a farmer, who doesn't love such a presence? If you can make your land, continuous grain, can continue to grow and flourish, that is the most pleasing thing for farmers.

"You are the god of the seasons, and you are in charge of the changes of the seasons!"

"You are the god of spring, and you hold the authority to revive all things!"

"You are the god of summer, and you hold the authority over all things!"

"You are the god of autumn, and you hold the authority over the harvest of all things!"

"You are the god of winter, and you hold the power of all things!"

"I pray for your answer, I will believe in your ways, I will practice your will, and may your ways be on the earth as in your kingdom!"

Unconsciously, Old John bent his body even lower, and when he prayed, he was more attentive. On the top of the head, the white silk thread, which was originally still a little gray, has quickly turned to white at this time, and it has become thicker.

Lin Chuan saw this change and suddenly became interested.

Is this what faith is called? The previous white, with some gray, that is, old John was originally still suspicious, just casually reciting? ”