Chapter 1161: Fierce Battle in the Oasis (14)

The woman buried her husband deep in the woods and planted a small sapling in front of the grave. Day after day, the woman would come here to water and fertilize the sapling, and to confide in the little tree as her husband.

It may just be a plant, it may not be able to move, it may only stand quietly for a long time. But the care that the woman gave it, the woman's voice and smile, like the nectar she watered, continued to seep into the soul of the little sapling for a long time. All things have spirits, and even a tree can feel love.

It fell in love with her.

It has no mouth, it can't speak. But, in order to show its love for her, it miraculously grew a rose from a tree! more beautiful than anyone else, gentler than anyone else, a crystal rose, representing its eternal love for her! it grew a beautiful crystal rose for her, and she was very happy. She wore this special flower on her head to decorate her beauty, which had been eroded by the years. It was also happy to see her beautiful.

At that moment, they were blessed.

Decades of time flew by like an arrow, and the woman had grown old and reached the end of her life. Beyond the woods is a thriving village. The villagers made a living by harvesting forests and logging trees, cutting down one big tree after another and building one house after another.

The richer people are, the more greedy they become.

The lonely old woman in the village became a thorn in the side of the villagers, as she repeatedly prevented them from cutting down trees to make a fortune. She loved the woods, the trees that grew from the land where her lover rested. She didn't want to see her beautiful woods cut down, so she was constantly complained about by the villagers. No matter how much the old woman tried to persuade the villagers to cut down the trees, the stupid people just wouldn't listen. The old and sick woman was powerless to stop this, so she could only pray silently in front of the tree, hoping that the worst would not happen.

The worst is inevitable. On that dark and windy night, the villagers collaborated to murder the old woman. She was killed next to the tree she loved, and the blood flowed all over the ground, deep into the roots.

This is the last big tree next to the village, and it has survived the poisonous hands of the villagers because the old woman has been guarding it with her life. But now that the woman is dead, the villagers have no fear and start cutting down trees. The tree fell in a roar, its branches snapping, and it let out a terrible human scream, which was terrifying. Its trunk gushed bright red liquid, like human blood, and scared the timid villagers half to death.

A mournful old tree died, and at the same time, an angry god finally awakened! Its spirit rose into the air, turning into a terrifying red cloud, looking down on the ground and looking at the damned, stupid humans!

The superstitious people were shocked and said that it was a bad omen. They packed up and planned to leave early tomorrow morning, but they should know that no one can escape!

In the next instant, a storm poured down without warning, and the raging flood and pouring mud went out of control, completely burying the entire village! All two hundred and seventy-two villagers, large and small, were killed in their ignorance!

And it dissipated with the crimson clouds that created the storm. Its anger should have vanished, and the last obsession for revenge should have been wiped out.

However, before it dissipated completely, some kind of power captured it! through time and space, its spirit was taken to a research institute and sealed in a container.

The researcher glanced at the crimson mist in the glass container, "Since you're from a tree, let you continue to be a tree." "A crimson fog was injected into the tree and it became a tree with a difference. It is humanity that creates its hatred, and it is humanity that makes its hatred material, never to stop. No matter how many centuries have passed, stupid human beings are still stupid, their greedy and arrogant nature will never change! They have no idea that they are playing with fire, and they have no idea that they are going to set themselves on fire!

After gaining the "power", this dangerous crimson seed began to lose control, destroying everything as far as the eye could see. The system had to seal the tree seed with a powerful enchantment!

With this seal, it has been silent for a thousand years.

Until this moment.

She was in front of it again.

With her gentle, tolerant arms, she embraced it again.

Just like when she hugged it as a sapling.

"Whoosh!!" Both species shrunk in an instant, coalesced, and assimilated into one!

Order and chaos are in harmony and symbiosis with each other.

Eventually, a sprout-like tree species falls to the ground. Its countless rose petal-like leaves overlap endlessly, one blue on top of each other, and the wrong path.

Arthur also caught Bedwell in mid-air and landed with the werewolf.

"Wow, what was that?!" Bediwell exclaimed, coming back to his senses.

"The memory of the tree. King Arthur pondered for a while, and then picked up the tree seed: "I didn't expect plants to transform into spirits. Unexpectedly, the ancients also possessed the technology to capture spirits from other planes and bring spirits from another time and space to this plane. This is a shocking fact. "Uh, Arthur?" Bediwell saw King Arthur pick up the tree seed from the ground, intending to ask the Knight King for the tree seed back, "But that's my [Sacred Tree Seed]" "It's cheating to take this with you, Bediwell." King Arthur looked at the werewolf with reproachful eyes: "Although we are saved by this, you can be regarded as making amends." But you can't continue to take the exam with this kind of cheating. I'll keep it first, and I'll return it to you when the Round Table Trial is over. "Fair enough. Bediwell's face was full of helplessness, but no one could disobey King Arthur's will, so the werewolf had to sigh and say, "But be careful." The Sacred Tree Seed and the Red Tree Seed have fused, and it is no longer the original Sacred Tree Seed. If not stored properly, it may get out of control again. Arthur put the tree seeds in a sealed glass container: "This should not be very likely. The crimson tree's power came from something else, and I had taken it away. "In short, this qiē is finally over. Bediwell gasped and touched the wound on his body. His body was scratched by countless thorns, and although it looked very severe, it was just a flesh wound.

"Yes, it's over. After Arthur had gathered the seeds, he clutched a white object in his hand.

It was a shard-like piece of glass with an indeterminate shape. It seemed insignificant, but it actually weighed more than anything else in the world, and it was—"Your Majesty, that is!" Exclaimed Ivan in surprise.

"I know. Arthur put away the fragments and replied indifferently.

Of course he does. This is one of the things that King Arthur has been constantly traveling the world and searching for endlessly over the years.

The little white-glowing fragment lying in Arthur's hand was one of the fragments of the Holy Grail!

The Holy Grail of Hope, which can reset the whole world and save it, is made up of several such pieces!

Looking at the fragments of the Holy Grail, Evan muttered incredulously, "But this area has obviously been scanned by the probe." There's nothing here!" "Maybe the probe isn't a panacea, it can't detect the Holy Grail fragments buried deep in living things. Hmph—when we get back, I and Gwengreen have something to say. Arthur still said with a calm face, but others could easily see that the king was trying to suppress the anger on his face: "This also means that there may still be some parts of the area that we have explored before that are not fully explored. The next thing to do is to go on again. "Don't talk about it, Arthur! we need to get out of here as much as we can!" Bediwell, worried about Tristan's situation, looked up and saw that the protective shield of Area Zero had been lifted—perhaps the depot's management system had done its job.

"Great!—Eve!, can you hear me?" the werewolf said as he began to speak into the walkie-talkie on his earring.

No response.

"Eve?!" Bediwell shouted a few notches of voice.

Still no response. The mysterious golden ship seems to have served its purpose, and I am afraid that there will be no business for them in Bediville.

"Damn! I knew that damn AI couldn't be trusted!" the werewolf stomped his foot in frustration.

"Tristan's condition is getting worse and worse!!There are only about five minutes left to live!!" Evan shouted hurriedly. If you don't send the Fishman Prince to first aid, it will be too late!

A drop of cold sweat flowed through Bediwell's forehead, the battle just now dragged on for too long!And no matter how they could leave [the City of the Dead] now, even if they could get out and ride the dragoon at full speed, there would still not be enough time!

"Don't worry, it's not a problem at all. King Arthur, however, looked calm.

"Arthur?" Bediwell looked at the Knight King with a puzzled look, wondering what Arthur had to do to bring him back to life.

The Knight King smiled indifferently, raised his Saint King's Sword and stabbed it out: "Haa

The holy sword in the king's hand suddenly erupted with an astonishing burst of light, and thousands of feet of light blades instantly took shape, and pierced out like spears, piercing the huge glass zenith that sealed the [City of the Dead]!

A large hole was pierced by the giant light, and the glass zenith could no longer block the signal. Something flew in from outside - it was King Arthur's dragoon!