They weren't welcome at Belland Forest, Barrett could feel it.

Every flower here was screaming at them, "Get out of here, you executioners!" and every tree was roaring angrily at them, "Get out of here, intruders, or you'll be crushed!"

But even so, Barrett and the others still walked resolutely towards the depths of the dense forest.

Don't worry, I'll leave. It's just that I need to take a little bit from here before then. The brute thought to himself.

The progress has not been smooth at all. The giant mantis, hiding in the shadows, tried to use the pair of jagged sharp guillotines on its forelimbs to split Barrett and the others into three (two knives, naturally three sections), and the sharp-toothed owl bear that stopped in the direction of travel wanted to tear them to pieces and devour them into their stomachs.

Of course, the hospiters of the forest are also present. The venom-scaled lizard swooped down from the treetops, intending to give them a big hug, while the moss spider was about to invite them to dinner, hoping that it would make them dress up a little more palatable......

The creatures in the forest treated Barrett and his party in various ways with "different attitudes", but they didn't have much effect. Because our barbarian adventurer is in this team, he uses his rich adventure experience to lead everyone forward.

[After a series of fierce battles, the intruder team is getting closer and closer to their goal. For now, they only need to change direction one more time to get to where the Treant Lum is. But will they be able to get the right direction this time, or will they need to spend some more time in the forest?

As soon as the words in the air fell, a purple number appeared in front of Barrett and the others again-[10]

"Throw it away. Barrett said to Felix, the bard, "It's okay to fail, it's just a matter of going around the woods a few more times." ”

The young bard closed his eyes reverently, put his right hand holding the amethyst dice on his forehead, and muttered something in his mouth.

When it comes to throwing dice, Barrett is extremely unadept. After three or four unsuccessful attempts, he intended to give the dice to the dwarf mage Theodore Shining Gold to do a job that was a matter of success and failure.

But the little mage didn't like this childish game, so he refused without hesitation. So the three purple crystal dice ended up in the hands of the young bard.

After three heartbeats, the bard suddenly opened his eyes, and with a resolute expression on his face, he cried out, "Sister Agatha protects me!"

Immediately after, he threw the dice in his hand without hesitation.

Barrett didn't crouch down and pout his ass to check the numbers on the dice, as Barrett and Little Ghost did, for the purple [10] in mid-air had now turned into an arrow, pointing deep into the jungle to the north.

"Did it work?" said the bard's voice from behind him, "I can't find the third die, do you notice where I just threw it?"

"Here, here. Then came the happy voice of the little ghost, "It's glowing underneath this grass." ”

"Three, six, five, equals, um......" Felix mused, "think about it." ”

"I know, it's 14!" replied the little ghost.

"Are you sure?" asked the bard, somewhat skeptically.

The little ghost counted twice with his fingers crossed, and then said affirmatively, "It's 14!!"

"14 is greater than 10, and I've succeeded again! I've succeeded in a row......" The bard pondered carefully, but did not fail to find the answer, "several times. I'm amazing!"

"Let's go, Brother Poet, Uncle Big Brother, they're all gone!"

......

In the sky, Phyllis the parrot landed on Barrit's shoulder after circling twice above his head, "Whew, I'm tired, it's been a long time since I've really flown like a bird." The front was quite calm, and there were no 'welcomings' to be found, and it seemed that the creatures of the forest had given up their obstruction. ”

Is it because the challengers are always given a little respite before the big war? Barrett guessed irresponsibly in his mind.

But in any case, he was quite confident in killing an ordinary tree man.

After a short rest, Phyllis the parrot spread her wings again, kicked Barrett on the shoulder with her claws, and returned to the air to scout.

The journey after that was indeed as Phyllis the parrot had said, and no monsters came to harass them. Barrett and his party followed the direction of the arrow, and went quite smoothly all the way.

About a cup of tea later, the parrot landed on Barrit's shoulder again. Phyllis said to the crowd a little nervously, "I see it, it's just ahead!"

"The Treant named Rum?" Barrett asked.

The parrot nodded, "Doesn't it mean that there is only one tree man left in this forest, if nothing else, it should be him." But I have to warn you beforehand, this treant is a big guy. ”

"No matter how tall a tree is, it will be burned to ashes by the flames. Barrett said lightly. He pulled the Iron Bride from his waist and handed it to Theodore Shinkin again, and said to the little mage, "Get ready for battle, we have to have a tough battle to fight, and you and I should be the only ones who can play, so be careful." ”

Actually, I'm trying to say it's just my own, Barrett. However, if the little mage can successfully land a few more 'scorching rays' from a distance, he should do a lot of damage to the big guy.

"Hmph, don't panic, there's me. I didn't do much along the way, and now, I'm going to let that tree man take a good look at how good I am!" the dwarf mage said as he pulled out a lemon-sized, amber-like hedron from the spatial ring. There was a faint orange-red streamer flashing inside the spar, as if there was a flame burning inside.

You're not very good, but you have a lot of weird equipment. Barrett stared at the little mage's spatial ring with a little envy, it seems that your ancestors really left you a legacy.

Just as Barrett and the others were preparing for battle, the trees in front of them suddenly began to slowly move to the sides, and a wide forest path appeared in front of everyone.

Immediately afterward, a voice like thunder said to them, "Come here, intruders, and don't bring more disaster to the forest." ”

Who is talking? Is the tree man? Barrett and the others looked at each other and walked slowly forward. After less than a hundred meters of progress, the figure of the tree man Lum finally appeared in front of everyone.

It was a tall, humanoid tree with limbs and a head, with lush foliage on its head and a bark-like face covered in folds and moss. It sits on the ground, two trunk-like arms resting on its knees, but even when it sits, it is more than 5 meters tall.

The treeman's emerald eyes had a kind of aura unique to intelligent creatures, and it looked at Barrett and the others with tiredness and sadness in its eyes.

"Are you here to fetch the sap from the heart of the tree?" it said slowly, its voice roaring above the crowd.

"Uh, yes. Barrett looked up, "Just a little." ”

Being wise often means being able to communicate, and being able to communicate leads to negotiation between each other, and if negotiation satisfies both parties, it is likely that there will be no fighting.

Of course, Barrett wasn't too sure about that, because if someone wanted some blood in his heart, he would say he wouldn't give it anything, and the general outcome would be something like this:

"Isn't it okay to cut the blood of your little finger?"

"No, I can't. ”

"Well, that's just your ×. ”

However, the tree man in front of him didn't seem to want to fight, at least Barrett didn't feel the slightest desire to fight and killing intent from the other party.

"Put out the flames, and you'll get what you want. Rum the Treant looked at the Fire Beauty in Barret's hand, "I just hope you don't cause more slaughter when you leave." ”

“...... "I mean, why are you so simple to give us that sap of the heart of the tree, and you don't ask for anything else, and doesn't it hurt you?" Or is there some conspiracy in this?

"If death wasn't harm, it wouldn't really do anything to me. Rum's bark lips opened and closed.

"Death, so serious?" the other party's attitude made Barrett a little embarrassed, "This, actually, as I said, we only need a little, just a little." ”

The village chief did not stipulate the specific amount of sap in the heart of the tree, so it should be more or less.

"Death is not something to be feared, but long solitude is more terrifying. In the past few years, I have guarded this forest alone, but I have only continued to bring more harm to it. Rum the Treant's tone was full of sadness. "I should have followed in the footsteps of my people, and eternal sleep may be the best destination. ”

More harm? Is this talking about us? Or is there something else?

"Ahem, this ......" Barrett coughed, not knowing what to say. He turned his head to look at the others, and saw that the little ghost was pouting, and his face was wrinkled together, as if he was about to cry. The bard, on the other hand, held the liel in his hand and played it gently, and the expressions of the rest of the people were full of embarrassment.

Alas, wouldn't it be nice to have a good fight?

"If my death can help you in the end, it will be a good thing. I only hope that after this, you can leave quietly. ”

Rum the Treant stretched an arm to his chest. It roared in pain, and after a crack of trees cracking, a wooden heart was clutched in Rum's hands.

With a hint of relief in its sad expression, it stretched out its arm holding the heart of the tree in front of everyone, and then slowly fell.

A gust of wind blew, and the whole forest rustled, accompanied by the mournful tune of the bard, as if it were weeping.

......