"What kind of weirdo will I meet?" Zhao Mai asked with some curiosity. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 infoSince Wadsworth said the word "ontology", then the one who walks outside should be "split", or it is more appropriate to call it a doppelganger. In Zhao Mai's knowledge system, there are more bad guys with a large number of doppelgangers, or those who are proficient in this technology. It seems that good people are celibate against evil, and when they die, they die. But the bad guys die one and then another, and some don't even bother to say "I'll come back".

The cranky thoughts in his head did not affect Zhao Mai's actions. He followed the able-bodied Wadsworth all the way deep into the mangroves. At this time, the sky was already dark, and it should have been time to eat and rest, but the natural force around him was still strong, and Zhao Mai did not feel hungry or sleepy. A crescent moon rises from the horizon, and the cold, sharp moonlight is like a knife blade, cutting a gap in the black curtain. In the moonlight, a gray-white mist rose from the swamp, and the haze obscured the black ground, and the lower wild aunts, in which only the reeds could poke their heads out and sway gently with the breeze.

In the distance, a crow flew by, and the sound of quacking made the night even colder. It swept over the mist, and the rolling white mist entangled its wings like white tentacles. Zhao Mai shuddered and suddenly remembered a lot of scenes from horror movies. The white bones rose from the mist, their skulls glowing orange-red, forming an army of the undead. Where the footsteps of the dead have been tread, extinction has swept everything.

"What are you thinking?" Wadsworth said suddenly, "Your natural force is a little unstable, is it due to fatigue?"

"Well, I'm just thinking about it, no problem. Zhao Mai laughed embarrassedly twice.

The thick fog of the swamp stopped when it reached the border of the mangroves, and it seemed that they knew whose territory it was. The crows fly through the dense fog and enter the mangrove area, where they rest on the branches and fix their feathers. After a while, a flock of crows flew over and stopped beside the crows before. They were no longer noisy, quiet, looking around with a pair of red eyes.

"They won't hurt my friends, will they?" asked Zhao Mai with some concern.

"They don't hurt anyone, especially your friends. They are my eyes and ears, bringing me news from the swamp. What bad things are the goblins doing, where are the dangerous traps, is there another adventurer entering this dangerous place? Wadsworth struck the thickest of trees with his staff, its roots removed, revealing a sloping hole in the ground below. "I'm inside, you go in. ”

Only by squatting down can Zhao Mai enter this hole. It's a warm and cozy burrow, with no dirt or bugs crawling around. Although there is no furniture here, the wriggling roots can be used as tables, chairs and even beds. Above his head and on the side of his body, fluorescent moss barely provided illumination, allowing Zhao Mai to see the road under his feet and the direction he was heading.

"A little further, young druid," Wadsworth's voice came from the front, no different from his doppelganger, except that it was soft and swaying like the murmur of the wind. Zhao Mai walked a few quick steps, and finally reached a circular cave, which should be directly below a large tree. When the roots come overhead, they wrap in all directions, leaving room and clinging to the dirt to form a solid wall here. It's no longer wilderness style, it's a warm and comfortable home. Several rugs of completely inconsistent style were spread throughout the room, patched quilts and pillows were placed in the corners, and a kettle hissed and steamed, but there was no flame burning underneath.

If Wadsworth hadn't deliberately deceived, the halfling in front of him would have been his own person—or the front halfling, to be precise. The highest of this race can only reach the waist position of an adult, the eternal baby face, and the eternal child's skin. Except for a lot of work, which will make them look a little more mature, otherwise they always look like children.

Everybody likes halflings because everybody loves to eat. Of course, it's not about eating halflings, that's too evil. Halflings are good gardeners, good cooks, master brewers, and master cigarette rollers. Although this sentence is a bit too categorical and even a little biased, like "dwarves are good blacksmiths", it also fully reflects the reason for the popularity of this race.

However, the halfling that Zhao Mai saw was old and weak, and its skin was covered with a layer of hard bark, and it would make a tooth-aching sound when it moved. The druids have a spell called "Tree Skin", which adds an extra layer of bark armor. However, that spell will definitely not affect a person's actions, let alone give a person such a terrifying appearance.

"Hello, to make it official, I'm Wadsworth, a halfling druid. He spoke in a very soft voice that could only be heard by contemplating his mind. Then he stretched out his hand, and a tree root hung down from the ceiling and stopped in front of Zhao Mai. The top of the root of the tree is spread out with five branches, like the palm of a hand.

Zhao Mai thought about it for a moment, bypassed the tree roots, and shook hands with the halfling. Like the previous Wadsworth clone, the halfling in front of him also did not have the sense of the natural force. So how did he manipulate the trees? How did he survive?

"It's great to meet the druid again, an apprentice with a lot of energy and an active mind. Wadsworth sighed, "It's been a long time since I've met only goblins, beasts, and greedy or brave adventurers. I don't trust them, just as they don't trust the Force of Nature. You're someone who is willing to learn, and you're just starting out, and it's the best time to do it. ”

"What do you do at the best of times?" Zhao Mai asked.

"When a tree is strongest, it is not when it grows but when the seeds break through the ground. It was the time when life conquered death, the time when it first connected itself to the Force. At that time, I made a grand wish, hoping to live with heaven and earth, and shine with the sun and the moon. I hope to be the new god who rules the forces of nature, sheltering generations of druids from generation to generation. ”

"Uh, what a big wish. Zhao Mai scratched his head: "It's obvious that you failed, right?"

"Yes. There could be no god trapped in a tree hole, and certainly no god would lose the possibility of progress and imprison himself. Wadsworth smiled, and the bark fell off his face, revealing ...... New bark. In a hoarse voice, he said, "My failure is to be too proud. I haven't even gained the power of God, I already have God's shortcomings, how can I succeed? I've been to the Departed community, and I can still move on my legs, and I can see with my eyes. I saw the Tree of Enlightenment, and the wisdom of countless predecessors told me that I would fail, and then it was persuasion. ”

"'You are only druids, druids are intellectual, not of the Force of Nature!' After that, I quietly came here and tried to create a new Tree of Realization on my own. This time, however, I will record the thoughts of the Force of Nature and learn from them the wisdom of the ways of nature. Flowers, grasses, fish and insects, wind, rain, snow and fog, can all leave an understanding here. ”

"So I was trapped here, and even my own natural force was assimilated by the mangroves. If I leave, I will lose all life and will only be reduced to dirt and dust. Wadsworth smiled bitterly, "I wanted to be a god, but I became a dryad." I have only one wish left in this life, and that is to see the Tree of Realization again, to tell it about my mistakes, and to warn future generations. ”

The halfling man of the tree turned into a crooked body, turned his head sideways, and looked at the flower pot behind Zhao Mai: "Did you hear that, Little Realization Tree?"