The Toad Man carried Faust and jumped up and down in the woods, looking like he had more than enough strength to do it.

For Faust, after getting used to the bumps and shaking, it was not uncomfortable to be carried through the canopy, and it was even quite fun.

Although he can't manifest his abilities for the time being, thanks to the Psychic Warlock's practice, adjusting his mind doesn't take much effort at all.

Along the way, Faust couldn't help but try to communicate with Toad Man again, this time in the abyssal language that he didn't know very well. In fact, Faust regretted it after saying this, in case this toad gave himself another blow, I was afraid that it would not cause permanent intracranial damage.

Toad Man didn't intend to turn Faust into an idiot, but it didn't seem to have any plans to deal with Faust, just hurried away in silence.

When Faust realized that he didn't have to be beaten for saying the wrong thing, he became much more emboldened and began to bombard Toad Man in every language he knew, but Toad Man remained deaf to this.

After a few attempts, Faust finally gave up on communicating with the toad-man thug completely. However, Faust thought that his efforts were not useless, and I don't know if it was an illusion, but the toad man seemed to increase his speed.

When all the means available to Faust did not work, he naturally had to correct his attitude and enjoy the cool breeze in the woods.

Luckily, after a few hours of running through the woods, the destination was not far away, and Faust did not have long to spare the toad man when he jumped from the canopy to the ground.

After falling to the ground, the toad man seemed to breathe a sigh of relief and stopped running, walking at a normal speed.

Its toad legs looked vigorous and energetic when it leaped over the tree, and when it walked on the ground, its movements were indescribably strange, as if a man was half-squatting, desperately breaking his knees like sides, and pacing like this, like a duck more than like a toad.

Although the posture is ridiculous, the speed is not many, at least much faster than Faust can walk. After a few steps, he heard a loud noise in the bushes in front of him, and two toad people jumped out of them.

The two new Toad Men didn't look too tall, and although they didn't get to see the Toad warrior who had captured them, they knew that they were much taller than the two little monsters that only reached their chests.

The toad man who was carrying himself was probably a high-ranking warrior, or simply a military leader, and Faust made up his mind about it.

The two toad guards seemed to have confirmed the identity of the toad warrior a long time ago, and Faust couldn't read the expression on the toad's face, but looking at their bowed head and waist movements, it seemed to show respect and obedience.

Faust has no way of knowing what the toad warrior did, most likely just waved his hand, and the two toad guards randomly put away a humble look, raised their heads and chests, and looked ahead, with a good elite face!

The Toad Warrior opened his mouth, this was the first time Faust had heard the language of the Toad People, and it had to be said that although it seemed that they were not very civilized, their language was very beautiful.

At first glance, the Toad Man's language sounds like the croaking of a frog after rain, but when you listen closely, you will find that behind the simple syllables, there are complex and tactful trills and cavity resonances, and the elements of the language are very different from the languages that Faust has been exposed to in the past.

The toad warrior seemed to say something to boost his morale, and although the two toad guards still looked straight ahead with solemnity, the slight movements of their limbs could not hide Faust's valuable skills, which Faust relied on to survive.

They must be very excited at this time, maybe because they have been promoted or they have received material incentives.

The Toad Warrior didn't dwell on the guards for long, and after making a promise, he dismissed the two guards and walked on his own.

Walking through the trees, the eyes suddenly opened up.

The trees behind the bushes are much sparser than in front, and the neat saplings are tied together to form a living wooden wall, and there are watchtowers and several sentry posts on it, which is like a cottage of considerable scale.

Ignoring the guards on both sides, the toad strode into the gate, where the land was much denser than the jungle, but there were no decent stone paths, and the buildings were uneven, flanked by simple wooden huts made of thatch and planks.

In the middle of the wooden houses, there is a narrow passage of different widths, and the one facing the gate of the village can barely run a horse-drawn carriage, and at the end of the walkway is a huge tree that resembles a banyan tree, which may be the only plan in the village.

Although the village is not very good, the population is still prosperous.

Every room as far as Faust's eye could see was inhabited by a plurality of toad people.

It's not just toad people running around the alleys and streets, but also a large monkey, probably similar to the hounds of human society, and many toad people have a monkey in their families, but they don't seem to have any other domestic animals.

To Faust, the dirty and messy environment seemed to the Toad Warrior to be just a part of everyday life, and he didn't even bother to look at it. Carrying Faust straight to the banyan tree.

The status of the toad warrior was much higher than Faust had imagined, and along the way, the toad civilians around him put down their work and bowed in fear, and some even knelt down and kowtowed to him.

However, the Toad Warrior still didn't pay attention to the civilians, and walked faster. Faust looked at the familiar expression, and knew that he was probably as tired of his chatter as the prostrations of commoners.

The stockade was not very large, and it didn't take long for the toad warrior to reach the base of the big tree.

Here the toad warrior finally bowed his head, and he knelt down on one knee under the tree, and spoke the loud toad language again.

This time the toad language is as beautiful as the previous one, but it has more wonderful rhymes, and in the current situation, I am afraid that it is some kind of high-standard language, or even some kind of oral art such as poetry.

As if in response to the toad warrior's praise, one of the tree's aerial roots trembled, as if a person wanted to move again after holding a position for a long time.

After a few seconds of warm-up, the aerial root had become very nimble, first twisting its tip closer to the toad warrior, and then the bark quivering and making a sound.

The first few hits were just a dry sound of wood breaking, but soon, it made a sound similar to that of a toad warrior, not as loud but much deeper.

The scene of a giant toad standing up and a soft aerial root cooing face to face was very fantastical, but Faust didn't bother to pay attention to the image that people couldn't help but complain about - the moment the tree spoke, he seemed to feel an incomparably magnificent psionic entity in front of him, not a large tree.

As the tree and the toad warrior began to communicate, the feeling was fleeting, as if the giant beast had dived back to the bottom of the sea, but Faust would never forget the feeling, it was not an illusion, but a terrifying presence lurking in this weak tribe.

Faust has always seemed to be confident, and it is not just a function of psychic abilities.

The mission he carried out was crucial, so both he and the prince were given a precious resurrection slot from the gods, and once they died, they would be resurrected in the royal capital, thus restarting the mission, which was the real reason why Faust was not in a hurry when he was captured.

But now it's different, the mission has just begun to encounter such a powerful psionic entity, and his soul is in danger.

Once the soul is destroyed, the resurrection technique is completely ineffective, and even if the soul is not destroyed, the failure rate of the resurrection will skyrocket as the damage increases.

As a psychic mancer, Faust had no doubt that a psionic entity powerful enough to destroy his own soul would be no more difficult than crushing an ant.

When Faust was in trouble, the toad warrior's communication with the tree seemed to be over, and he put down Faust and stood up straight, but kept his head down, and left the tree backwards.

Instead of observing the Toad Man, his attention was more focused on Faust. The airroots seemed to grow longer, and he crawled like a snake on Faust, touching this and that, as if to scrutinize something.

In fact, he was indeed checking, and Faust could feel a faint but vivid psionic wave being released from the top of the air root, passing through Faust's body and then turning back, bringing back a message from Faust's body—it did not intend to hide this, as if it was sure that Faust was powerless to resist.

Faust really has no ability to resist, his fighting level is almost zero, and his concussion hinders the use of psionic energy - even Faust in his heyday can only show first-level abilities, and has no power to resist against that psionic entity.

As if after inspecting Faust's body, the airroot stopped firing psionic detection waves, and instead gently wrapped his body around Faust's body, while squeezing out the rope that had tied Faust like a silkworm chrysalis.

Faust was also amazed at the tenderness of the vine, could it have some ulterior motives for his pure flesh?

Although he is a staunch heterosexual, for the sake of his own life and the fate of the survival of his motherland, giving his body is also an acceptable solution.

While Faust was thinking, the air roots suddenly tightened and stood up like springs, lifting Faust up so that he could stand upright against the trunk.

Before Faust could recover from the change in movement, a powerful psionic energy penetrated Faust's mind with a buzzing buzz.

"Hello, young Otherworldly Traveler. ”

The signal emitted by a tree is not a sound, and it cannot be defined by the characteristics of a human voice.

Unlike the humanoid psychic mancer, the tree doesn't use extra force to attach some kind of special impression to the message it sends - such as a wise old man or a seductive female voice, information is information, and there is no need to add anything else.

Faust was even a little overjoyed at this time, he had fallen into some kind of deep worry, but now, he had at least one chance, an opportunity to communicate.

"Good day, Your Excellency. ”

Faust glanced at the sky and decided to begin his diplomatic rhetoric with a brief greeting, "May you flourish and be evergreen." ”

"Where did you come from, where did you come from, and why did you come from?" the signal from the tree was much more obscure this time than the previous one.

Most people may think that direct communication with the heart forces language to be better and can best help people understand each other, but in fact, this is not the case at all.

There are huge differences in the way of thinking between different races, and the way signals are transmitted in the brain are also very different, and the same signal often has different cultural connotations in different ethnic groups, and the more ethnic groups with a long history, the more serious this phenomenon is.

Not to mention some concepts that other races don't have at all.

For example, in Faust's homeland, the kingdom of Aventu, there are some Aventu people who can see twelve primary colors, and ordinary Aventu people simply cannot understand their art.

In the same way, these smart shrimp people have no vocal organs, so they don't know anything about the art of singing.

Fortunately, this tree is unique enough, its psionic power is far beyond Faust's imagination, and the thought signals have been translated before they are sent, and Faust can handle the rest of the problems himself.

"Your Excellency, we come from another material world far away, and we have descended here by the power of the gods to find the way out of our nation. "Faust does not intend to lie or detour around the bend, and answers whatever he asks.

People who don't understand psionic abilities often have a hard time understanding the excessive humility of the middle and lower levels of the psionic profession against the higher ones, and that's not to blame them, they just lack a clear understanding.

They don't know what it's like to have their minds in front of each other that is not only completely transparent, but also shaped like plasticine, and it's hard for any language to describe that feeling.

Faust clearly had no intention of challenging a more advanced psyker.

The big tree didn't respond to Faust, and even the fluctuations of psionic energy died down, as if it had really become a big tree.

Faust was quite satisfied with the silence at this time, and communication with the tree was more like torture for him, and if he was not in prison, he even wanted to write a sonnet to express his pleasant mood.

Faust was quite relaxed for the first few dozen minutes of the tree's silence, but as the time went on, Faust's mood began to recede.

He turned his head boredly to look at the toad village, but his neck did not support such a difficult movement, so he could only count the leaves on the tree in boredom.

After a few hours, there was a sudden commotion behind him, and the cooing toads came and went.

At this time, Faust's brain had begun to improve, and although he could not actively use psionic energy, he could still passively receive some information.

The messages sent by the toads were vague and noisy, because of their large numbers and Faust's lack of understanding of them, but what really interested Faust was the ones he could read clearly, and the messages of those people were quite familiar.

Well...... I'm afraid it's the people of the prince's guard, one of them is much weaker than the others, but there is less information leaked, presumably the prince himself, who is still in a state of shock.

Faust was figuring out how to contact the other captives when the Silent Tree suddenly delivered a third message, and it was not good news.

"I feel His power, and you're no longer useful. ”