By the time the clergy had packed up and left, a few druids had emerged from the woods. The man at the head is so old that he can't look good, the wrinkles on his face can even be killed by mosquitoes, but his body is not rickety at all, just looking at the back, it may make people suspect that he is a young man.

He and the others were dressed similarly, all of them made of vines and tree bark. The color of these clothes is naturally green, and wearing them and standing in the forest is like a protective color. In addition, they all have spell protection on their bodies, and their sense of existence is even lower to the extreme. Of the clergy, only Phaethon noticed them.

"Phaethon just saw us, didn't he?" asked one of them, "what does he mean by the fact that he just took a special look at us?"

"Who knows? He doesn't explain it...... Do clergy also like to play pantomime? I always thought that only mages liked to do this kind of thing. A handsome young man said.

The other older druid frowned and asked, "Jeannay, you have the most contact with people among us, can you understand what he means?"

That handsome young man was none other than Jeannay, who often wore white clothes and walked the streets and alleys of various towns in the Tarakhan region to practice medicine. Although he is better known as a physician, he is actually a druid - and a druid of no small level.

In the "Balance Sect" in the northern part of Tara Khan, he acts as a liaison between the sect and the world, and is very different from his companions who usually do not even want to set foot in the village, and almost live in the wilderness and live a barbarian life, he is very adaptable to the prosperous human society, so he is more adept at negotiations, intrigues, and business.

Hearing his teacher's inquiry at this moment, he smiled bitterly and said, "Teacher, you are too demanding of me. I'm just an ordinary person, how can I see anything in my eyes?"

The druids laughed, they weren't worried about anything, they were just curious.

As children of the wilderness, druids have little connection to human society. If it weren't for the strength of those strange strangers who worried about whether they would upset the balance of the forest, they wouldn't even want to bother with the traversers.

But it's not okay to ignore it, the traversers are not people who will stop, they toss around all day long, causing countless incidents, and also making the druids very annoyed.

Boredom to boredom, the actions of the traversers did not really upset the balance of nature - on the contrary, their emphasis on concepts such as "intensive farming" and "composite farming" greatly reduced the cultivation of forests by farmers, and other druids, except for the "naturalistic" extremists, although they did not like them, had to admit that they were the progressive force of the world.

So when Brad (Sword Thirteen) contacted them, hoping that one of their masters could help them find out what the clergy were going to the northern realm of Tara Khan, even the Church Capital, who had been in seclusion for many years, stepped out of his treehouse and made the trip.

In the midst of the discussion of the disciples and grandchildren, the old head of the sect said: "The leader of that group of priests is Faetong, the 'holy flame of heavenly punishment'. ”

Druids live much longer than ordinary people, and several people here have heard of the prestige of Phaethon when they were teenagers, and they can't help but be surprised to hear it, and they ask one after another.

"Phaethon is one of the most powerful paladins in the Church of Light, and I fought alongside him to destroy huge stone golems fused with evil spirits in the desert. "Now I'm old, but he's still strong." If it's one-on-one, I'm no match for him. ”

The druids are not surprised, unlike ordinary people, they are the most respectful of the laws of nature, birth, old age, sickness and death, as a matter of course. Even if the head of the sect is a legendary powerhouse, he is almost a thousand years old, he was seriously injured when he was young, and he usually cultivates his body, even so, he will inevitably age and weaken. An old druid who is already in his last years can't beat a paladin in the prime of life.

"So...... Do we need to fight?" asked Jeannai, worried.

The head pondered for a long time, and finally said, "Probably not, Phaethon is not the kind of person who will destroy nature casually. Even if he and Locke eventually break down, the two sides will definitely choose to fight in the wasteland. We just need to be careful not to let the aftermath of their fighting turn into a fire. ”

"But...... Locke probably can't beat him, right?" asked Jeanne again.

"Locke, that young man, is an extremely determined man. The head smiled and said, "Such people will definitely walk on the path they want to take, and they will bear the consequences." Whether he lives or dies, he doesn't need the pity and care of others. Put away your worries!"

Jeanna sighed and didn't say anything more.

He also worshipped a teacher among the traversers, that is, the doctor Anka. Anka, who has become known as the "Great Physician", is researching and collating the medical materials of the world, and Jean Nai is both his student and his assistant, helping him collect a lot of information, mainly on herbal medicine.

For the traversers, Nai has a good impression. He was very envious of this group of people who lived happily and freely, and these people seemed to be completely unrestrained by anything and were at ease in the world. They don't care about money and fame, they wander around, do what they want at will, and live happily like a wild horse that has thrown off the reins and roamed in the meadow.

Jean Nai longs for this kind of life, but he can't.

He has his own responsibilities, he has his own job, and he can't do whatever he wants like those strangers.

Therefore, he has a special affection for the traversers who can be at ease, but they shoulder the responsibility and work hard.

Anka, Locke, are all such people.

Of course, he wanted to do Locke a favor if he could, but as the Sect Master had said, the white-haired young man had a free heart despite his heavy responsibilities. If it is something that the other party has decided, then he can only be a simple visitor.

If you do something, you may not only not be considered a help, but an insult to the other person.

The druids soon used their spells to return to their village deep in the forest, where they met the waiting Brad, one of the new elders of the Barbarians of the North, though he didn't look like a barbarian at all.

Only ten minutes later, what the druids saw and heard was magically transmitted to the caverns beneath the northern wilderness, and then to Locke's heart.

Locke, who was inspecting the farmland, listened to the voice ringing in his heart, listened carefully to the report, and nodded.

"In that case, I'll go meet with him. It is better not to have to fight a war that you don't have to fight. ”