Although the goddess of the tree, Verodicia, was unfortunately terminated by the black lifeform after completing the transformation of this world, her gift to this world is still carried out silently according to her original wishes.

The sun bathes the plants of this world, and the plants separate a lot of air and water from photosynthesis, moistening the once devastated land.

Sunlight brings warmth, and plants create the water and air necessary for the origin of life.

The entire planet is slowly repairing under this miraculous creativity of nature, tending to balance and perfection.

When the climate and environment of the entire planet reach a certain stable value, various life elements begin to breed and grow in this huge incubator.

And the black lifeform that devoured Verodicia was still imprisoned in the soul abyss, unable to leave half a step.

Although after absorbing the supreme divine power of the Goddess of Trees, the strength of the black lifeform has made a qualitative leap, but he is still far from the strength of his true body.

He was still unable to break through the Divine Power Seal left on the Soul Abyss Shrine by the Ancient Titan God.

All he could do was wait, waiting for the next innocent life to fall into the net.

I don't know how long it took for the human race to finally appear on the stage of this world.

On this long road of reproduction, there have been many powerful races, such as dragons, undead races, beasts, elves and so on.

Humans, although they have an intelligent advantage that other races do not have, their flaws are still obvious compared to other races.

They don't have the flying ability and terrifying defense similar to the dragons, nor do they have the immortal body of the undead, nor do they have the perverted power and bravery of the beasts, and they can't compare with the elves who have a lifespan of hundreds of years.

It's just that these racial defects are far from being remedied by wisdom alone.

In the long racial confrontation, human beings have been trapped by the invasion of various demonic beasts and the exclusion of alien races, which directly restricts the development of human beings on this planet.

However, it seems that the heavens have not abandoned humanity.

With the continuous development of human beings, some of them have found that they can actually control the elements in the surrounding heaven and earth for their own use, thus giving them the ability to use all kinds of magic.

This group of people was uniformly honored by the human beings of later generations as the Elemental Emissaries.

With the Elemental Messenger under their lead, humanity finally saw a glimmer of hope in fighting the other races.

It's just that this can't be a capital that humans can compete with other races.

Because, the number of elemental messengers with this kind of ability is too small.

This part of the proud sons of heaven who are fortunate to be favored by the heavens are almost negligible in the face of the incomparably huge base of human beings.

In the era of no systematic training, it is obviously impossible for human beings to cultivate enough elemental messengers to fight against demonic beasts in all directions.

Therefore, the Elemental Emissary has almost become the king of a certain stage in the history of human development, and as long as there is a place where he exists, he has all become the spiritual leader of a force.

Time has proved this very well.

In the very few places where there are shelters from the Elemental Emissary, people tend to live comfortably, and if nothing else, they at least don't worry about a sudden attack by a demonic beast.

And the vast majority of human forces are still living in the dire situation of the constant struggle against Warcraft.

Somewhere in the world, there is a huge rolling mountain, a giant group of mountains that later generations called the "Mountains of Lamentation", but one of the largest on the continent.

In the depths of the Lamentation Mountains, there is a vast plain surrounded by mountains.

Here, the world's first human beings lived.

Since humans have only been in this world for a few hundred years, they do not have too high architectural skills.

The buildings throughout the village are made of rubble or trees.

Even the villagers' clothing is quite simple and plain, either wrapped in animal skins or covered with coarse cloth.

The number of people in the whole village is not very large, the number of men, women and children combined is less than 1,000.

Compared to other villages or tribes, this village is undoubtedly lucky, as their village has an elemental messenger who names himself "Storm Spirit".

This elemental messenger who has mastered the power of the storm has undoubtedly become the spiritual pillar of the entire village.

Storm Spirits has indeed taken on the responsibility of protecting the entire village.

Due to the plain where the village is located, deep in the middle of the lamenting mountain range, coupled with the uneven terrain of the plain, there are many lakes and rivers throughout the plain, which are very suitable for human habitation.

However, the superior geographical environment has also brought many disasters to the village.

The various magical beasts that inhabit the mountains of lamentation use the large and small lakes on the plains as their feeding and drinking places.

Over time, more and more demonic beasts appeared on the grassland, and the range of activities of the villagers became smaller and smaller.

This is not what the village names are most worried about, the smaller range of activities will not directly affect the survival of human beings.

What they are most worried about is that all kinds of demonic beasts will appear in the village from time to time to attack humans.

In the face of these wild and bloodthirsty monsters, human beings, who are powerless, have naturally become the favorite food of the monsters.

At this time, the Storm Spirits magically appeared in the village like a savior.

He wielded the terrifying power of the storm to slay the beasts that rushed into the village one by one.

For a long time to come, Storm Spirits stood on the outskirts of the village, intercepting waves of demonic invasions and successfully helping the village regain the right to use the plains.

Since then, everyone in the village has regarded Storm Spirit as the guardian spirit of the village, and has given it all the best resources in the village.

However, Storm Spirits seemed to have no interest in any of this, but he had a soft spot for fine wines, and the stronger the wine, the more it suited his appetite, which was very much in keeping with his name.

Knowing this, the village deliberately carved out a piece of soil on the plain for planting various plants for winemaking, and did not hesitate to use one-tenth of the village's labor force for planting and winemaking, which shows that they attach importance and gratitude to storm spirits.

Because they knew that the Storm Spirits had to be kept, or their entire village would sooner or later be swallowed up by the demonic beasts in the depths of the Lamenting Mountains.

In this way, Storm Spirits became the patron saint of the village, protecting the village, and the village was rewarded with a steady stream of spirits, and in this way, a delicate relationship was maintained, and the two coexisted peacefully.

At first, everything went so smoothly.

With the Storm Spirits in charge, the demonic beasts in the depths of the mountain range lamented that they no longer dared to actively harass the village, and at most they only dared to forage for food and water on the outskirts of the plains.

Even if an unknown monster approaches the village, it will be directly killed by the Storm Spirit, and then it will become a rare delicacy for the villagers.

After eliminating the huge hidden danger of Warcraft, the development of the village can be said to be thriving, not only the crops planted are harvested every year, but the number of people in the village is also rising.

They began to build houses on a large scale, and the territory and size of the village grew larger and larger as the village grew in strength.

But at this time, a strange thing happened in the Lamenting Mountains, and it was precisely because of this incident that the entire village was almost destroyed.

Originally, the low-lying plain where the village is located has an excellent water storage capacity of lakes and rivers as soon as the rain passes.

Coupled with the fact that the surrounding mountains are covered with rainforest, the entire plain is shrouded in an extremely humid layer of rain clouds all year round.

Even if the sun shines, the sunlight has already become mild after the refraction of this layer of rain clouds, which is very suitable for the survival of humans and crops.

In such a privileged environment, water supply has always been the least worrying thing for the villagers, who are like fish living in an ocean, never thinking that one day the ocean will dry up.

But the least thing they feared, it happened.

At some point, the rain clouds that have enveloped the plain all year round began to slowly thin out until they finally disappeared.

When the blinding and scorching sun shone on the plains and on the faces of every villager, they realized that it seemed that it had not rained for almost half a year.

The scorching sun continued to drain the plains' water, and when the lakes began to dry up and the rivers began to run out, the villagers realized that the disaster was coming.

However, it was already too late.

As the plains were deprived of the most vital water source, the land also dried up and cracked out due to the lack of water, and crops began to die in large numbers, along with the vegetation of the entire grassland, which was gradually dying.

The old village chief looked at his feet with a melancholy expression, a green grass gradually withered and fell, and the sadness in his eyes was like seeing a living life leave in front of him.

He knew that if it didn't rain, everyone in the village would die of thirst due to lack of water.

The old village chief once gathered the strong young people of the village and formed a team to go to the Lamenting Mountains on the outskirts of the plains in search of water and food, but all of them ended in failure.

Not only did the party not find any water or food, many of them were eaten by the demonic beasts that roamed the Lamentation Mountains, and only a few of them survived, and since then, no one dared to leave the plains and go to the Lamentation Mountains.

This actually means that they don't even have a final retreat.

Even if they were given enough supplies, it would be impossible for the entire village to cross the mountain range of lamentations and leave here, because a random demonic beast could easily tear everyone apart.

The old village chief stood at the head of the village for a long time, and finally made up his mind, and gathered all the villagers, went to the residence of Storm Spirit, and petitioned him, hoping that through his assistance, the village names could be helped out of the immediate danger.

They didn't want to disturb each other, and to be honest, the village had barely been touched by a Warcraft invasion in the past few years, thanks to the Storm Spirits.

The help that Storm Spirits has done to the village is already great, so to speak, without Storm Spirits, there would be no village.

Therefore, as a last resort, the village names do not want to bother each other anymore, they prefer to worship him like a god and worship him forever.