Magic is not a species that does not control plants, and even a ring of apprentice-level magic has a trick of plant conversation. But to control the movement of plants, it is quite a sophisticated means, especially these woody plants; Comparatively, herbaceous plants are a little easier to control their movement in this regard, but it's not really that simple.

As you go deeper into the forest, the overall atmosphere changes. Even when he took a certain step, Lin felt that the atmosphere of the outside world suddenly changed, and some kind of wonderful peeping seemed to be omnipresent. That's what it's like to be in the realm of the World Tree.

At the same time, several figures appeared, blocking the way of everyone's advance. And there are countless shadows hidden in the trees and forests, inadvertently revealing their figures, as a warning and threat to everyone.

Is this the strongman of the cut path? Speaking of which, after someone crossed over to the Maze, he hadn't encountered a professional bandit. However, some robbers who are temporarily working part-time are still encountered from time to time. So who are these people in front of you?

'Thor, you're back. And with them. ’

Only then did Lin see clearly the person who came forward to speak, she was a wood elf woman. Dressed in rough linen clothes, it was completely different from the usual elegant posture of their relatives of the same species. But in terms of appearance and posture, it can be said that it is more than equal.

…… It's to say that someone has only seen Lienatitov fight with Fen in the ring at a noble party before, so he doesn't know how good the other elves are. However, the wood elf in front of her was different from the elven nobleman, with more wild beauty, as if there was a smart beast hidden in the depths of her soul, and she was born to run and play in the mountains and forests.

The rest of the people who surrounded him were also Wood Elves. Although there is no tension at the first meeting, it is not a warm welcome expression. But these wood elves were like old acquaintances of Kalama Harang, and as soon as they met, they spoke in their language with familiarity.

'Evelyn,' Karamaharang approached his people, '—these are the friends I have invited. So there's no need for such a warm welcome. The Shenmu Guards were all dispatched. Seeing that many of them were the juniors he taught, he also knew what the current status of this group of people was, so he tested this old lover with words.

You don't know who they are, do you? ’

I don't know who they are, but the lady can't even mess with me. Are you sure you want to get Big Mom in trouble? The Karamaharang who said this was no ordinary wood elf.

He is already more than five hundred years old, and in the average age of the Lost Elves in their early six-hundreds, he can be regarded as an elder-level figure. It stands to reason that elves of this age would not have the same physique as him, and that few elves in his heyday were like his brothers, but Karamaharang was able to maintain this strength beyond most elves because he was an elven transcendent.

In addition to being blessed by the Lord of the Forest, Kalama Harang has further transcended the life level of ordinary elves and reached a higher level. Not only can he reach a higher peak state than ordinary elves, but his lifespan is far greater than that of ordinary elves.

In this way, he vaguely sensed that Fen was a strong man who was not below him, and if he could not provoke him, he would not want to provoke. Kalama Harang also believes that the other party has the same feeling and can perceive his own strength. But the other party's attitude seems to be quite indifferent, if the other party is either fearless, or the nerves are too big. But the latter kind of person is likely to live to this level.

What especially bothered Karamaharang was that the other party was a magician. There are not a few transcendents who have been killed, and of course, there are even more magicians killed by transcendentals, but when it comes to that top-level level, in addition to strength, there is also scheming. If this magician is still a transcendent being, the threat level will not only increase, then it is better not to even see him.

However, the female wood elf, who didn't care about Kalama Harang's worries, said directly in the lingua franca: "We came here, it was the instructions of the big mother. I want to see the guests in person and ask me to take them there. ”

In response to such a request, Kalama Harang was silent. For as long as he can remember, this kind of thing has happened quite rarely. But if it is the request of that one, he has no reason or right to object.

However, since the people on the side understood the last sentence, Lin still asked about this friend who met in Pingshui. "What do you call Big Mom?"

"The patron of the Wadwo tribe, the lord of the forest, the spirit of the World Tree, appears before our eyes in the form of a white deer with a pair of beautiful big horns."

Hearing this description, Lin immediately thought of Fen's enemy, a god who had been accomplished by natural beliefs. So he turned his head worriedly to look at the wagon, and said with some concern, "Did you hear that?" If we don't want to meet someone like that, it's okay for us to leave. ”

Looking at the World Tree as a reference for the study of magic, Lin had never told anyone else about such a strong idea. Considering the lich's mood, it's not a big deal to give up this opportunity. Of course, the bigger reason is that I am afraid that the two sides will have a conflict when they meet, and then I will be taken into the ditch and I will not be able to escape.

Although the wood elves who came to 'greet' did not say what kind of attitude the guests would have if they were unwilling to cooperate. But Lin's implicit words still made the group of ground snakes nervous, and quietly moved their positions to stabilize the encirclement net.

Kalama Harang also didn't understand why the originally excited man chose to retreat when he heard such an unavoidable opportunity. It seems that the reason is the one in the caravan, the female magician who she doesn't want to provoke. And the conflict in front of us is imminent.

"No, let's go over. Everyone has come to invite, and we can't talk about it if we don't meet each other. ”

Damn! It sounds like it's just going to make a difference...... Someone is now starting to regret accepting that Wood Elf's invitation.

However, his sister spoke, and Harlumi drove the carriage very nervously and followed the wood elves. Someone embarrassed to follow. And Kalama Harang, who was originally going to return to the tribe first, after thinking about it, still followed the footsteps of everyone and walked towards the holy place of the tribe, that is, the location of the World Tree.

The more you move forward, the more you can feel the all-pervasive and active atmosphere. Compared to doing forest bathing while on Earth, inhaling phytoncide produced by nature is even more fascinating. It's as if you can take a few more breaths, and the surging energy in your chest can promote your growth. Finally touching that barrier and completing the final step of the gods.

But to the Wood Elves who are used to this environment, these are nothing. The main thing is to absorb the air, and there is a limit to the way in which the free energy grows, and it is not an infinite increase in strength. So they looked at the soil bun with a look of intoxication on Lin's face.

This section of the road is not short, and in the process of walking, the forest also looks towards the gap in the shade from time to time, looking at the horizon in the direction ahead. There were no towering trees, just a blue sky.

So, in fact, the World Tree is very short?

Thinking wildly in his heart, Lin suddenly walked into a place covered with countless roots. When I looked up, I saw a towering giant tree in front of me, and its shade covered half of the sky, and the highest point of the tree's top was only higher than some small mountains.

It seems that this is the real World Tree, and it also uses unique means to hide its own figure. Anyone who wants to see the World Tree can only get a glimpse of it if they enter the range.

I don't know how to describe the shock in my heart, Lin followed everyone to the trunk of the World Tree in a blank mind. In fact, if it weren't for the wood elf's reminder, and the fact that he had also come from a distance and seen the panorama, I am afraid that the huge wall in front of me would have been regarded as a mountain rock wall somewhere, rather than a tree trunk.

There was a tapping sound, and looking towards the source of the sound, it was an even more alarming sight.

A majestic white deer larger than the North American elk on Earth, with a huge horn of eighteen and a white and flawless body, came to the front of the guests. The wood elves who led the way and were protecting around them retreated a long distance, for fear of disturbing their big mother.

"Long time no see, Your Majesty Tikal." After the white deer shaved two hooves, he spoke directly. What was said shocked everyone.

Not to mention how surprised the others were that the World Tree and the one in the caravan knew each other, Lin felt even worse in his heart. Because up to now, anyone who has a relationship with the Lich Pan doesn't seem to end well.

Fen, who stepped out of the carriage, was as glamorous as ever. Dressed in a black tight-fitting suit of leather jacket and leather pants, the double guns on the ankles are firmly buckled, and the double guns on the back waist are also adjusted to the easiest position to pull out, looking neat and ready to fight at any time.

It's just that now she can't see what kind of expression she has, and naturally she can't tell what her mood is. She first stared at the white deer who came to her, but she couldn't remember where she had seen it. I couldn't help tilting my head and asked, "Have we met?" ”

"You may not recognize it, but I was just a sapling at the time. Thanks to your help, we are able to nourish and nurture many lives today. ”

"Oh, then it's normal that I don't have an impression." Fen said with relief. None of the World Trees she burned with her own hands were 'little saplings'. And the breath of the deer in front of him is too young.

The World Tree is very similar to the Old Gods, and both belong to the part of the natural faith. The difference is that the old gods are based in their respective kingdoms, while the foundation of the World Tree is directly the tree itself. Even if there is an incarnation like the white deer, it cannot escape the range of the shade of the tree.

Coupled with the difference in beliefs and habits, strictly speaking, as long as she doesn't offend her, Fen will not see these trees as the same existence as the old gods. At least the World Tree won't move, and the elves will be asked to sacrifice flesh and blood. The flesh and blood of living creatures do nothing to help us.