"In the far south, where birds don't, I heard that the EU people are still coming to rob us?" A science officer, over fifty years old, stood on the deck, surveying the scenery of the Far South coastline with a critical eye.

"They also know that there is no chance in reality, but there is always a breakthrough in patriotic sentiment." Another science officer, who was about the same age and a little depressed, was consuming the combat accelerant at a rate of one bite at a time: "You should just come out and relax, what a pristine primeval forest, this is also a kind of wild beauty." ”

As the big smoking gun pretended to be a cultural element, a seabird swept over his head at high speed, hitting its own excrement precisely on the top of the other's bare head, which was a little bright in the sun, very conspicuous.

"What a wild beauty!" The science officer who had spoken earlier laughed and walked into the cabin, he didn't want to be the next victim.

"Damn it!" The big smoking gun carefully groomed the hair on the top of his head, used a cleaning technique to clean up the filth, and at the same time waved his fist viciously towards the sky: "Eat this bird at noon today!" ”

After flying for a while, the seabird turned in a huge arc and flew back to the shoreline, where it soon landed on a man who was covered with bark, and kept chirping as if communicating.

"Good, thank you." The man spread out his palm, and several fat insects wriggled there, and the birds disappeared into the skyline with a full meal of excitement.

"You guessed it right, Master Gast, the fleet of the Seris is looking for a suitable landing spot nearby, and my birds have spotted them, and they do operate along the southeast coast." The man leaned his head against the trunk of a nearby tree and muttered, "They seem to be familiar with this sea, there are a large number of spellcasters on board, and my birds are afraid to approach it." ”

The news of the druids was passed on to each other by the plants of the Black Forest, and soon Master Gast, who had been waiting in the forest for a long time, received this belated 'message'.

Since the disappearance of the Corrupted Treants, the Druids of the Ring of Trees have slowly regained control of the forest, and they can once again communicate over long distances through plants.

Master Gast already knew that a large number of warriors from the Old World had landed in the Far South, far more than the Seris could handle, but what he saw in Wangxiang City was a land of prosperity and harmony, and no one seemed to see the Old World people who had landed as a threat.

The new leader of the Ring of Pastoral Trees speculated that the main force of the Seris was also approaching, otherwise they would not have watched the Old Continenters enclose their lands on the coastline so calmly.

What Master Gast was really worried about was Xu Yichen's whereabouts, the demon hunter was in a hurry, it seemed that something urgent had happened, and his traces quickly disappeared into the far southeast and southeast, where was the blind spot of the Ring of Pastoral Trees.

The Ring of Pastoral Trees had lost control of that direction more than twenty years ago, and the only thing Master Gast could be sure of was that the mutation there had something to do with the elves.

The earliest druids originated from the elves, and although the Ring of the Shepherd had no direct connection with the elves, they also had some kindness towards the elves, and when the southeast corner of the Far South was shrouded in magical mist, the druids withdrew from the area.

Lately, Master Gast has always sensed a hint of danger from a plant in that direction, as if something terrible is coming.

This is the ability that Master Gast has acquired after raising his realm again, and this warning from the plant is like a substance, reminding him that there are big things to happen, and dangerous things to happen! Disaster is coming! The forest is going to be destroyed!

Do something!

Master Gast finally had to find a brick and stone house in Wangxiang City without any vegetation before he could get a moment's rest, and the warnings from the forest and nature nearly drove him crazy.

This druid tried to inquire about some news from the Retribution War Regiment, such as Xu Yichen's whereabouts, such as whether they had recently found any danger that endangered the entire Far South, and the Ring of Pastoral Trees was willing to contribute to share it.

But there was no response, and the players blocked all information about Silvermoon City.

The druids could only determine that the danger came from the southeast where the elves had been found, and could not confirm the exact location, the way the disaster struck, or the more specific time and place.

This warning from nature could not be processed by Master Gast's brain, and could not be stopped, so he could only get away from the forest in vain to obtain a moment of peace.

Master Gast scattered all the druids who could move to the area, trying to find clues, while he could only sit in a relatively safe room and wait for news.

A few days ago, the centaur girl picked a few bouquets of seasonal flowers and fruits to visit Master Gast, and Horgna, who did not know what was wrong with the master, became extremely irritable, extremely irritable, and stubbornly believed that a great catastrophe was hidden in the Black Forest.

When she saw Master Gast, the bouquets of flowers immediately withered, and Master Gast heard a faint voice before that: "Danger! Dangerous! ”

Until yesterday, Master Gast tentatively approached the forest, and suddenly found that the forest no longer sounded the deadly warning, but became very quiet, as if everything before was an illusion.

But Master Gast knew that it was not an illusion, but that the Crisis of Destruction had been terminated, and he was almost certain that the Seris apprentice had done it.

Being forced to act as a spectator as the leader of the Druids of the Black Forest was not a decent experience, and he could feel that as the Seris reinforcements got closer, the Ring of the Pastoral Trees and the other natives had a lower and lower status in the hearts of the Seris.

He was a little worried about the future of the Ring of Pastoral Trees, and at the same time he was more curious about Xu Yichen's actions, a disaster that even plants began to ask for help was terminated, and it was also related to the elves, presumably the other party's harvest was not small, right?

The Druids who were unwilling to be kept in the dark kept a close eye on the movements of the Seris, and although Gast did not intend to get a piece of the pie from Xu Yichen, he knew at least what was going on.

He must convince the Seris of the importance of the Pastoral Ring, otherwise Hona will be the only way out for all druids in the future, and will completely follow the path of livelihood and become an agronomist.

Although Miss Centaur enjoys her pleasure and has a certain amount of popularity throughout Wangxiang City, not all druids can calm down and guard a group of mortals, teaching them how to sow and how to harvest.