"What are you?" the three tree spirits were startled when they saw Rogge suddenly jump out from behind the bushes, and the first old tree pointed at him with a large, rough finger like a dead branch.

"You old fool, he's not a thing!" interjected the second old tree on the left.

"You're an old fool too, and although you know he's not something, you don't say what he is!" the third old tree on the right sneered.

The three old tree spirits left Rogge, who was standing not far away and laughing and laughing, and began to quarrel again, Rogge looked back helplessly at the small furball on his shoulder, Lilith yawned and said, "I think there is only one way for them not to quarrel, I'd better let the little ghost out......"

"Stop!" Rogge hurriedly reached out and grabbed her, staring down at her and said, "Don't you come and make trouble, can you? If that little imp is released, the whole garden will hear it!"

"You're going to strangle me to death!" said the little furball as it struggled out of Rog's hand, gasping for air.

"Oh, sorry, I forgot you're a little ball now!" Rogge gave her an apologetic kiss on the little head, putting her back on his shoulder and letting her gasp for herself.

He stepped up to the first tree spirit and shouted, "Stop, you all listen to me!"

The three tree spirits suddenly looked at him and looked at him blankly, and when Rog saw that they had finally quieted down, he said, "You were arguing about who is older, and I have a way of telling you who is older, but you have to promise me one condition!"

"You say!" said the three old tree spirits in unison.

"If I answer your questions, you will open the blocked road and let us pass through here. Rogge said, pointing to the path between the three tree spirits that was blocked by roots and vines.

"It seems like a good deal, let's see what he has to say about it. The first old tree turned back to the other two tree spirits.

"That's exactly what I'm going to say, and you're robbing me of what I'm saying, you old talker!" said the second tree spirit with a frown.

"You're not the same, and you've taken my words away, you're as talkative as he is!" said the third dryad staring at the second dryad in annoyance.

Seeing that the three of them were about to quarrel again, Rogge hurriedly stepped forward and called out to them, he stretched out two fingers to the three tree spirits and said, "I have two ways to detect your age, you can choose for yourself!"

"Tell me about it!" The three tree spirits stopped arguing and looked at him again.

"The first option is more precise, but it can do some damage, I'm going to cut you off, count your ages through the rings, and then join you together. ”

Before Rogge's words fell, the three tree spirits were already in an uproar, and they shouted in unison: "No, no, no, no! We don't allow others to cut us down at will! What if you can't pick us up?"

"Well, if that's the case, I have another way, although this method may be incorrect, and I can't guarantee that it is very accurate, but it should be possible to roughly estimate which of you is bigger!" Rogge said to the three tree spirits unhurriedly.

"It's okay, just tell me my age and tell me your basis, and we'll decide whether to take your word or not!" said the first old tree approvingly.

"Yes, yes, tell them that I must be the biggest!" the second old tree smirked.

"I'd love to whip you up with my vines, you arrogant old thing!" said the third tree with disdain to the second.

"It's all quiet!" Rogge raised his hand and shouted, and the three tree spirits fell silent again, and Rogge stared at them with a solemn expression and said, "From now on, keep quiet, don't disturb my calculations, understand?"

"Understood!" replied the first tree spirit.

"Shut up, he said to be quiet and don't speak!" the second tree spirit whispered.

"You don't talk the same yet, stupid!" said the third crystal in disgust.

Rog made a quiet gesture to them, and when the three tree spirits had shut up, he turned around and called the few people hiding behind the bushes, and the three tree spirits looked at Rog's companions curiously, forcibly resisting the urge to speak.

"Alright, bad wolf, they're finally quiet, I'm almost killed by them!" Little Furball breathed a sigh of relief and shouted into Rog's ear, "You can start implementing your bad idea!"

"Shut up, too!" said Rogge, giving her a blank look, "You're a noisier bird than the three of them." ”

He turned his head and first went up to observe the three tree spirits, making sure that they belonged to the same species of trees, and then began to look for other trees of the same variety nearby, and soon he found the same tree a few meters away, it was obviously much younger than the three tree spirits, and the diameter only needed one person to carry over.

"Murphy, Monica, come do me a favor!" Rogge stood by the tree and beckoned to them, the adventurer and the little flower spirit came to him, Rogge told them about his plan, and the two nodded yes and prepared together.

Rog asked Murphy to hold on to the trunk of the tree, he showed his winged blade, turned back to Monica and made a gesture, and suddenly swung his knife at the trunk, and the winged blade whistled over the trunk, cutting off the trunk in unison, and the crown of the tree suddenly tilted to one side, and Murphy hurriedly struggled to hold on to the trunk.

The little flower spirit, which was already ready, immediately cast a spell to summon several vines, wrapping around other nearby trees, and the other end wrapped around the fallen canopy, helping Murphy stabilize the tree's body, and then asked Murphy to move the tree away, revealing a flat stump.

"Well, let's take a look at the tree's rings, how big it is. Rog stepped forward and crouched down in front of the stump, carefully counting the rings on the surface of the stump, and after counting them several times, he was convinced that the tree was seventy-five years old.

"Very well, Monica, could you please help me measure its diameter. Rogge looked up and said to Little Flower Spirit.

Monica pointed with her little hand, and a vine came out of the ground, lying horizontally on the surface of the stump and automatically straightening, with both ends sticking to the edge of the stump, Monica looked at it for a while and said, "It should be a little more than a meter, the vine I summoned is one meter long, and it has not yet fully reached the edge of the stump on my side." ”

"Well, that's enough, we didn't need to be too precise. Rogge nodded to her with satisfaction, then pointed to the annual rings in front of him and said, "The results you measured are about the same as the width of the annual rings I visually measured, and the width of each annual ring is about 1.3 centimeters." ”

He got up and asked Monica to help Murphy move the tree back onto the stump, and when the trees were completely reunited, Monica magically fused the tree, and the severed tree stood in its original place.

"Good work brother," Rogge said to them with a smile as he patted the panting Murphy on the shoulder, "from the calculations just now, we can conclude that the average annual increase in diameter of this tree is about 1.3 centimeters in the environment in which it is located. ”

"And then?" asked Murphy, curious.

"Then it's Monica's life, come on, dear Miss Flower!" Rogge smiled and walked over to Monica to the three tree spirits and asked her to measure the diameter of the trunks of the three old tree spirits.

"Oh, I don't know why they measured our waistline, but I think it's bad, I've been a little lucky lately!" The first old tree conveyed its thoughts to the other two old tree spirits through the intertwined roots in the ground.

"You've always been so fat, don't make excuses, look at how fit my body is!" said the second tree spirit proudly.

"Look at your clumsy waist, don't stink, you ugly old man who can't even straighten your waist!" the third tree spirit sneered mercilessly.

The three tree spirits were busy arguing underneath, and Rogge and the others waited on the ground for the measurement results, and the little flower spirit compared their tree with a specific length of vines, measured a relatively accurate diameter, and then reported it to Rogge.

"Oh, well, so we know who is the biggest!" Rogge smiled with satisfaction.

He shouted to the three old tree spirits, "Hey, you can talk now, are you listening?"

He shouted three times in a row, and the three old trees noticed his voice, and hurriedly responded: "We are listening to us, let's talk quickly, what kind of result have you reached?"

"According to the test we just did with your neighbor's tree, the average annual diameter growth of your species in this environment is 1.3 centimeters, so we only need to know your total diameter to know how old you lived. ”

"Oh, that sounds amazing!" said the first old tree spirit with an appreciative nod.

"Why can't I understand what he's saying at all?" asked the second old tree spirit, staring at the first with a frown.

"Because you're an old fool, shut your mouth!" The third old tree spirit glanced at him in disgust, and his gaze fell on the first tree spirit: "Then again, where did you see that he was very powerful?"

Catherine, Murphy, Lisa, Monica, and Little Furball on the side heard this, and they all lowered their heads with black lines and let out a crying sigh.

"Okay, okay, don't worry, let's start now!" Rogge turned his gaze back to Monica, and Little Flower Spirit said, "I measured the diameter of the first old tree to be three .1 meters. ”

"Your age, then, is about two hundred and thirty-eight years. Rogge said, pointing to the first old dryad.

"Oh, I'm almost two hundred and forty years old!" said the first old tree spirit in surprise.

"Really, why should there be two numbers worse, it's not that two hundred and forty really makes me uncomfortable!" The old tree spirit said with a disgusted look on his face in the second lesson.

"Hmph, you're obsessive-compulsive again!" said the third old tree, giving his companion a white look.

"Quiet!" Rog stopped the dryads and turned back to ask Monica, who told him that the second tree was three meters in diameter.

"Then you're about two hundred and thirty years old. Rogge said to the second tree spirit.

"Oh, sure enough, I'm the most toned, with a waist circumference of only three meters!" the second tree spirit smirked.

"What an unfocused fellow!" said the other two tree spirits, squinting at him with smug looks.

"Now, it's time for the third one," Rogge said back to Monica, "tell us what its diameter is, and we'll know who is the oldest among them!"

Xiao Hualing nodded in agreement, turned back to everyone and announced loudly, "The diameter of the third old tree is ......."