"He said, he's an apprentice demon hunter?" Master Gast stood in the middle of a rare clearing in the Black Forest, with intricate lines drawn on the ground, and around him there were twelve equally dressed figures.

"Yes, Master, he's a Seris, and he said he participated in the operation to eradicate the Corrupt Tree with you." The centaur lady stood in the forest beyond the clearing, carefully avoiding the lines.

A dozen or so young druids who were on guard around were listening, and they had all heard Master Gast talk about the apprentice demon hunter in his early twenties.

"Black hair, black eyes, and a very peculiar piece of armor." During the break in the Nature's Wall, Master Gast kept recalling the image of the Demon Hunter: "And with a long sword suitable for stabbing? ”

"Yes, Master, he also carries a longbow and speaks confidently, as if he knows the situation inside Storm's End." The centaur lady answered the druid's questions truthfully.

"He's still alive? Ha, if it's really him, then this is undoubtedly the best news I've heard in the last half a month! As the druid's voice rose an octave, the entire wall of nature shook slightly.

"Calm down, Gast, your emotions will affect the output of the Heart of Nature." A white-bearded druid standing around slammed his oak staff to the ground: "Even if that young man is really as good as you say, the disaster that happened in that human city cannot be solved by one person. ”

"That's right, only we druids are Mother Nature's dependence, and the Ring of Pastoral Trees will do everything in its power to stop the spread of this plague." Another, more aged druid gave his opinion.

"With all due respect, masters, most of our men are dealing with the mess left behind by the Corrupt Tree, and we don't care about it at all." Master Gast smiled helplessly at the centaur: "We have indeed controlled the spread of the plague, and we are constantly hunting the fleeing infected, but you and I both know that the conspiracy of chaos is within that city, and if we let it go, sooner or later there will be a greater crisis, and there are survivors there!" ”

"The druids do their best, make it or die, and we're all in this forest." Whitebeard, the first to speak, said: "The disasters of human cities are borne by humans themselves, and the druids are only responsible for the forests. ”

"You know very well that the eyes of Chaos are never just on a single city, the entire Far South Continent, the whole world, all living beings are their prey." Master Gast's tone passed through the initial waves, and soon regained his calm: "We can't stay out of it all the time. ”

This time the surrounding druids did not answer, as if maintaining the existence of the wall of nature had exhausted their energy.

Wordless confrontation and denial were the last things Master Gast wanted to see, but he had no better way, he was just one of the nine shepherds in the Ring of Trees, and he was still the most senior.

He couldn't change the attitude of the entire Ring of Pastoral Trees, nor could he change the old stubborn thoughts of these old people with wood in their heads.

But he can influence the next generation of the Pastoral Ring, the seeds that are still young and the flame in their hearts has not yet been extinguished.

At the feet of the centaur, an unknown plant bloomed silently, and a small storage bag was in the stamen, and the flower gently touched the hind legs of the centaur mother, swaying its figure in the night.

The centaur lady turned around and picked up the storage bag before anyone was looking, and left the druids' spell casting ground.

On the way, the centaur lady opened the storage bag, which was filled with the water purification stones that were the specialties of the druids and the seeds of plants that had been cultivated with magic.

She had seen these seeds, which could only grow once, but could take root, germinate, and eventually mature within a week.

If there is enough fertilizer, this can be accelerated.

The centaur lady galloped all the way, standing where the demon hunters had broken into the wall of nature, constantly wandering, as if hesitating whether to enter the confines of the human city.

Master Gast is recognized as a master of great vision in the Ring of Pastoral Trees, who has always seen through phenomena and is very famous among the druids.

But correspondingly, he is also too sacrificial in the face of major rights and wrongs, not only his own, but also his apprentices have to often face the danger of exceeding their own ability.

Centaur Lady still remembers vividly that in the last incident of the Corrupted Tree, Master Gast was carried back by the elves, and finally recovered from his serious injuries by merging with the Heart of Nature.

Several of his apprentices died in that operation.

After hesitating for a long time, the centaur lady finally became ruthless, took out two small plant seeds from the strip of cloth on her chest and stuffed them into her nostrils, and gritted her teeth and burrowed into the scope of the wall of nature.

Master Gast wanted her to give these things to the demon hunter, and he wanted to go further in the Ring of Trees, so he had to bite the bullet for the sake of the safety of the centaurs.

Seeking wealth and danger is a common principle in that world.

Fortunately, the Centaur Clan's physique attributes are high enough not to let the Centaur Lady be infected with the plague of the Eternal Cancer as soon as she enters, which is why Gast chose her.

Centaur Lady senses danger everywhere in the night, and it seems that a deadly figure hides in every shadow, and finally gallops away like a fawn following the footprints left by demon hunters.

At this time, Xu Yichen was resting on the top of a house that was upwind, and less than two hundred meters behind him, a collapsed wooden house was burning.

In the raging fire, the corpses of the undead almost filled the wooden house, and the smell and black smoke of the flames scorched the flesh were constantly carried away by the evening breeze.

There was no sound in the entire residential area except for the constant crackling sound of the flames, and Xu Yichen was sure that the zombies in this area had basically been cleared.

The flames seemed to attract the attention of the Great City Gate, and new eyes were constantly generated on the outside of the City Gate, and it seemed to be curious about who was doing the barbecue outside the city.

Xu Yichen looked at the few buildings in the city of Wind's Rest in the distance that were higher than the city gate, and hoped that the fellow he had never met would be smart enough to set up a monitoring post and always pay attention to the news outside the city.

The fire meant something: "I'm coming." ”...