Lukka raised his axe and was about to strike when Dolan suddenly shouted again, "Wait!

"What's the matter?" Lukka asked, pausing to ask.

"I think if you want to see the growth rings, it's better to use a saw, and the cut will be smoother. "The wood spirit can't move his body, he can only condense all the movements on his face, and his expression is very exaggerated.

"I don't have that thing at hand, so let's make do with an axe, just cut it quickly, your branch is not very thick. Lukka said and raised his axe again.

"No, you're not holding an axe in the right way, have you ever cut down a tree before?" Dolan shook the whole tree, so that Lukka couldn't even aim at the dead branch.

It's tiring to carry an axe all the time, especially for a mage with almost zero stamina. Lukka put the axe down again, stared at Dolan and said, "If you shake it again, I can't be sure, and it won't be the one that has withered." ”

"Ah, then I'm not moving. Dolan stopped shaking, and Lukka raised his axe for the third time.

But before he could swing it, the dead branch made a "click" and fell from the trunk.

"What's going on?" Lukka hesitated as he carried his axe, wondering if he should find another branch as a target.

"Well, the branches have lost their vitality, and they must be detached from the trunk. Dolan paused, "It's mainly because you're grinding, it's been delaying for too long!"

"I've been delaying it too long?!" Lukka looked at the axe in his hand, feeling the urge to cut down the entire cherry tree.

"Didn't you say you just had to look at the rings? Dolan sensed the murderous look in his eyes and hurried to make amends.

Lukka leaned over to observe, and the broken branches were smoother than those cut by Ollie's greatsword, and the rings on it were very clear.

However, his face did not relax: "Are you lying to me?"

"Huh?" Dolan didn't understand what he was asking.

"You said you were in your seventies, why are you only thirty-two laps on this ring?" Lukka asked.

"Of course, the lines on the branches are calculated from the time the branches grow!" said Dolan.

More than thirty years is a little short in Luca's plan, but it's better to practice spells gradually, and it's okay to use this medium now.

Thinking so, he tossed the axe aside, drew the amethyst staff with his right hand, and placed his left hand on the fresh section.

"Eh, don't you want that dead branch, what are you touching me for?" Dolan asked aloud.

"Alright, be quiet. What's the use of dead branches? I'm going to use this section as a medium. Lukka raised his staff and recited the incantation.

When the spell was cast, he almost began to regret his decision.

Because now what he sees is no longer the fresh section of the tree, but a complete tree. Luca has done little botanical research, and can only roughly judge from the shape of the leaves that it is a willow tree that is not too old.

As for that section, of course, it will not exist in the process of going back in time.

As soon as the idea of cutting it at this time came to mind, Luca himself denied it.

It's not that he doesn't have an axe in his hand, but if he needs to, he might be better off with the Wind Blade.

The main reason why he didn't do it was because the spell of backtracking vision only projected something that had happened to him, and it didn't really allow him to go back to the past. That is, Lukka can see and hear things, but for people in the past, he doesn't exist.

Therefore, even if he was given an axe, he would not be able to cut off another branch of Doran's tree, and besides, the wood spirit was not the original cherry tree, and it was impossible to tell which one corresponded to the dead branch on this willow tree.

This is troublesome, you can't wait for him to wake up and reveal his age, right? Lukka shook his head, the wood spirit is obviously in a deep dormant state now, maybe it will be in this state for several months, and his spell can't hold him up for so long.

He decided that looking at the trees and the surroundings might provide some clues about the timing.

In the state of the spell of retrospective vision, what he could see was greatly limited. Specifically, some of them are like myopic eyes with glasses removed, and they can't see clearly from a distance. Not only that, but his vision is also limited by the medium, that is, Dolan's perspective, and what Dolan can't see, Luca can't see.

Now Dolan was completely wooden, unable to turn his neck, so Lukka could only see what he was looking at. But there was really nothing to see in front of Dolan, the wood spirit was now rooted on a steep cliff, and Lukka could only see the smooth mirror-like sea in the distance, and his vision began to blur in the distance, and he couldn't even see whether there were boats on the sea.

The stone beneath your feet is pale, a pale limestone, which is highly susceptible to sea and wind erosion, so this type of limestone cliff is very rare.

Lukka felt that if he could remember more details and go back and ask Dolan about it, he should be able to guess the time of this backtrack.

He circled the willow tree, which was being blown by the sea breeze and rubbing against his nose, making him sneeze involuntarily.

With this "sneeze", the willow tree named Dolan suddenly shook a few times, and a human face slowly appeared in the middle of the trunk, looking in the direction of Luka with sleepy eyes.

Then, before Lukka could react, the magic effect of the retrospective vision reached its limit, and his eyes flickered with dappled light and shadow again, and when he opened his eyes a moment later, he was once again standing on the deck of the bow of the Silent Death.

"What do you see? You didn't peek into my privacy, did you?" asked Dolan.

"Of course you snooped on! if you consider standing on the shore and doing nothing as a matter of privacy. Lukka said, rubbing his eyes.

"And how long have you been back?" asked Dolan curiously.

"I don't know," Lukka shook his head, "I see a whole tree." ”

"Well, yes, this section has only been around for a few minutes," Dolan thought of as well, "but it shows that there is progress, at least better than the one that rained in the afternoon!"

"As I said, the rain I saw wasn't the one I saw today!" Lukka corrected solemnly.

"Okay, okay, you're the captain, you have the final say. Dolan apparently didn't believe it.

"Enough, I still have questions," said Luca, "have you ever been to a cliff made entirely of white limestone all these years?"