Hu Menglin was stunned, this magnetic mine can actually affect time, this is something he didn't expect, it seems to be far bigger than he imagined!

"My name is Hu Menglin, I am from the Qinglin tribe, I am a sacrifice, let me ask you, do you eat magnetic clay or even the black stone?"

The yellow spirit monster obviously hadn't heard of the Qinglin tribe, and shook his head, "Are you an orc priest on the island?" The question you asked is so strange, those stones are extremely hard, and you have to have good teeth if you want to eat them! We use our tentacles to scoop up a handful of magnetic clay from the tree hole, which is enough to eat for a year, and it is inevitable that some stones will be fished out, and if we can't eat them, we have to throw them away!"

"You threw it back at the magnet?"

"How is that possible? Those stones are extremely heavy to hold, and we usually throw them near the door of our house! You see there is a pile here, there must be several of them thrown in one place!" Following the Yellow Spirit's instructions, Hu Menglin saw a pile of black stones, large and small, more than a man tall, and the roots of the surrounding trees had withered and yellowed, and even spread to other places. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

Hu Menglin threw the stone he was holding in his hand casually, and saw a flash of light, which was very obvious in the green sap.

Seeing Hu Menglin's surprised look, Huang Jingwei smiled proudly, "These are defective products, those stones with black and shiny, as long as two pieces touch one place, they will emit thunder and lightning, and we have used them to defeat you orcs many times!"

Hu Menglin's surprise was not because of the scene he saw, but because he suddenly thought of weapon making. After circling around the pile for a long time, he was sure that the stones were indeed not very useful, and that they were emitting too few lightning bolts to attack the enemy.

Thinking about the problem, the two came to a place of spatial chaos. An old man greeted him, "Welcome, Hu Menglin sacrifice, my name is Huang Dagen, I have heard of your deeds!"

Hu Menglin immediately put aside other thoughts and started talking with the old man, and he reconfirmed the doubts in his heart. In the end, he must be sure that there is nothing wrong with the magnetic clay, but these black stones in the magnetic clay are the culprits who hurt the roots of the tree.

"Old man, can you survive without the Nimeng Tree?" asked Hu Menglin.

The old man shook his head and wanted to say something, but was stopped by Hu Menglin at once, and continued, "You can't live without eating sap, and you don't have the strength to eat magnetic clay, I'm right! But under the current situation, you will kill Nimengshu sooner or later!"

The old man didn't speak, he was one of the high-level of the Yellow Spirit Monster, how could he not understand the essence of this matter!

"Old man, now I can say responsibly that you can eat magnetic clay, this is your right to live, and others cannot take it away. However, the green elves and the Nimon orcs also have the right to live, and you can't take it away from it!"

The old man suddenly became anxious, "You say so, we have to continue to fight hard?"

Hu Menglin smiled, "Don't be desperate, as long as you change the way you eat, everything will be fine! Let me ask you, what did you eat before you first discovered this magnetic mud mine?"

The old man hesitated for a moment, "Before, we drifted with the roots of the tree, and it was not easy to live, so we could only drink a small amount of pulp. And in the Nimon World, we eat the soil from the roots of the Nimon tree!"

"This is the essence of the problem. When you get here, it's right to eat magnetic clay, it's also soil. But you eat clay and you eat clay, so why do you throw these black stones into the roots of the trees? Do you also throw stones from the outside into the roots of the trees when you were in the world of Nimon?"

The old man smiled, "Hu Menglin, you think that you know the harm of these stones and we don't, but you don't know our race, and only a few dozen old guys can go outside to get magnetic clay. If you take it once, you have to rest for half a year, how can you eat enough for everyone!

At first, we didn't realize the harm of the black stone, so we ate up all the places where it was easy to reach the magnetic mud, and the roots in those places died. When we realized the problem, we started to prevent the children from throwing the black stones, but the whole tribe was too scattered, and some people always wanted to be convenient and safe, digging holes where it was easy to get the magnetic clay, and they were not willing to bother to throw the black stones outside the roots!"

Hu Menglin was stunned for a moment, this is really a problem, the quality of people is uneven, unless all these yellow spirit monsters are gathered, it is possible to take care of them, but it is obvious that this is impossible! Once there are too many gatherings, it will definitely block the flow of liquid in the root passage of the tree.

After thinking for a moment, Hu Menglin said, "If you trust me, I can organize a reconciliation between you and the green spirits on the ground. They're going to send some people to hang out with your yellow spirits and oversee them throwing those black stones!"

"We agree, but we have about 30,000 people, and we need a thousand green elf overseers, so what if there is a conflict?"

Hu Menglin scratched his head, "Don't you yellow spirits have any other hobbies besides loving these two things?"

"Yes, I love sweets, but this root, how can there be any sweets, in the past, when I was in the Nimeng World, I could often go out to the ground to find the Nimeng anthill to get some ant eggs, or get some Nimeng bee's hive!"

Hu Menglin nodded, "You said that we would buy these black stones with sweets, would anyone take the initiative to send them? In this way, as long as there are a few determined yellow spirits, such as your old man, and send the purchased black stones outside the roots of the tree, isn't it okay? Of course, your sweets are completely free, and there may even be some leftovers!"

The old man thought for a while, "This method is good, it's worth trying, in this way, do you have a sweet tooth, let me ask!"

Hu Menglin touched the space belt, there were only a few dozen bone beads left in it, this kind of thing, I don't know if the yellow Nimeng spirit can digest it?

The old man ate a bone bead transported from the underworld, "It tastes good!" After speaking, he called over to the yellow spirit monster who picked up Hu Menglin just now, "You go out and shout, one sweet bean for ten black stones, ten small ones, if it is particularly large, you can exchange it for two or three, and you can do it yourself!"

The Yellow Spirit threw one into his mouth first, and then went to complete the task happily. An hour later, he returned, carrying a large bag.

"I'll exchange one for twenty dollars, no matter how big or small, and someone will exchange thirty dollars for one, how about it, I'm smart, right?"

Hu Menglin took the bag, and the black stones in it were not shiny, and it was obviously a defective product. He thought for a moment, "Old man, do you have a lot of black stones that can send lightning, can you exchange some for our tribe, you also know that the wild world is about to face foreign invasions!"

The old man smiled, "Yes, but not much, it's best to go outside to find this thing by yourself, you may not be able to find a few pieces a day!"

Hu Menglin smiled bitterly, good things are really not everywhere!"Can I get out?"

The old man wanted to say something, but he closed his mouth again. After the two finalized some details, Hu Menglin returned to the ground,

Under the entire Savage Mountain, there are hurried figures everywhere. There are orcs of various races from the Nimengan tribe, and more are the "natives" of the Savage Mountain, the remnants of the Nimon world. Hu Menglin didn't care to look closely, and was led into a large tree hollow by several green spirits.

The huge trunk of this tree, which was more than a dozen people thick, had already died, and after being put down, a small passage more than ten miles long was dug out and connected to a cave. When I entered the cave, there were already dozens of people sitting inside. Hu Menglin looked at it, and on the left were several Nimengan tribe shamans, scepter-level orc sacrifices, and Raches, and on the right were all Nimon natives.

On the main seat was an old man in a white-topped purple and gold costume, and Hu Menglin immediately guessed his race-Purple Crane people. And at the bottom of him sat a strong man with a green spirit, and below him was a woman, dressed in green, with a pair of tentacles on her head, looking fearfully at the old man on the throne.

This must be the Lu Silkworm people, which is the natural food of the Purple Crane people. This relationship between natural enemies made the woman a little nervous. It's not like it hasn't happened before that during a meeting, the Purple Crane people were angered and suddenly poisoned. She observed everyone's joys, sorrows, and sorrows from time to time, and there was no calmness and calmness of others at all.

Below the silkworm woman is a slender man with a pale green figure, looking at his soft limbs, Hu Menglin has already guessed that this must be the Ji Snake people, they are also the food of the Purple Golden Crane people, and they are very alternative, except for the reproductive period, they will basically stay with the same sex,

The snake man glanced at Hu Menglin with his eyes, and then lowered his head, clearly showing little interest in this well-proportioned man. Hu Menglin didn't look at him either, and stared at the few people sitting at the back. These people are roughly divided into four clans, the Emerald Oriole people, graceful posture, beautiful appearance, the most important thing is that their singing voice is extremely moving, and they are born with an ability, "Murmuring Jade Dream": on the one hand, they can turn themselves into a part of the dream and escape, and on the other hand, they can summon one of the most powerful magical beasts within a radius of thousands of miles to help in the battle.

So as long as the oriole can sing, no one dares to say that they can catch it. At their side, there were two short, fat men, with bodies like balls of flesh, they were born knots, pure children of the Nimontree. Each giant branch has a dozen knots, and when the knots grow, a child will be born inside, eating leaves and drinking sap.

Without the Nimon Tree, the other races may find a new way to survive, but they will surely die. It is mainly responsible for collecting the Nimon fruit, which is a specialty of the Nimon tree. And Nimon Fruit is a "elixir" for the treatment of all kinds of terminal diseases and dying people, and can almost bring the dead back to life.

One of the lower races is short and stubby, but has a loud voice, six pairs of long hands and feet, usually three pairs on the ground, and three pairs are taken as hands, they are the Nimon Feather Armor clan, with thin wings on their backs, feeding on the dead leaves of the entire Nimon tree, occasionally sucking some sap for water to drink. Next to him was the mushroom spirit. To put it bluntly, these people are more like mushroom people, who are naturally good at using poisonous spores, and whenever they hit each other, they will multiply and grow on them. Together with the Purple Crane Clan, the two of them undertook the task of defending the heavens and the earth of the Nimeng Tree.