The old tree of life is in danger, the new tree of life has not yet grown, and the future of the Hualin tribe is dark.

If the Herodians don't stop blowing sand magic and blockades, and the other tribes are unwilling to put aside their grievances to help, this tribe will go down in history as the first elven tribe to be destroyed by a foreign enemy who destroyed the Tree of Life.

"The Herodians are pressing forward step by step, and the seven tribes are not saved when they see death, and our tribe has no resources to raise the saplings of life, and we don't even have enough time...... Even if Lilim tried her best, it would be impossible to find a suitable land for the new tree of life to settle in, and the tribe was in despair, so with a little means, I can be sure to move the tree of life to your territory."

"We don't know how to plant trees, how can we feed them after transplanting?" Vincent squinted at Gagarin and asked, "Are you going to relocate all the Flower Forest tribes?"

"In order for a warrior who can fight to sacrifice his life, his family needs to be placed in a safe place," Gagarin replied in a deep voice, "so that everyone will have no worries and will be able to fight the Herodians in the forest to the end."

"In addition to the Tree of Life, you're going to give me hostages? If you do this, you're going to lose money."

Vincent tapped his fingers on the table, not immediately making a statement.

"Empty oaths are meaningless, and I give you the lives of my people in exchange for a new life for my people. You don't have to worry that I'm going to lose money, I never trade at a loss, because time is on my side."

Never before had Vincent seen such a long-term vision, and willing to communicate his thoughts so freely, and he was in awe of this elf.

Elves can live for thousands of years, and even if his body is free of disease and disaster, it may only live for six hundred years before returning to chaos.

As a workaholic from another world, Mr. Wen never thought that he could live a long life, and he was already chronically ill before he collapsed on the podium.

Isn't 600 years enough?

What's more, what you do in this world is by no means a peace of mind, and if you can live for a century, it can be regarded as the grace of the gods, and the surrounding dangers are full of dangers, and the future is full of thrills.

can let this elf monster be loyal to him for hundreds of years, he should have held what he wanted in his hands a long time ago, and if he couldn't do it, he was incompetent, and in this difficult world, no one would tolerate the incompetent standing on his head.

As for whether the elves can be revived with their own power in the future, what does it have to do with him, the short-lived demon prince?

Live every day now, the day when you can play with peace of mind will eventually come, the world never belongs to him alone, but to all high-spirited fighters.

"You bring the tree and all the people you want to come with at once," Vincent made up his mind to leave Zhuo Wei and turn his back to Gagarin, and said in a loud voice, "From now on, those who remain in the dense forest must be warriors who regard death as home."

"Yes, my lord, the Flower Forest Tribe will never forget your kindness." Gagarin was stunned for a moment, and then said gratefully, "With the happy water of the forest you created, the tree of life will definitely take root here."

It turned out that he had also heard about it, Vincent nodded slightly, and secretly wondered in his heart, his own fertilizer production can feed a huge sacred tree like a castle?

"There is one more thing, which must be done as soon as possible," Vincent, remembering the industries Gagarin had mentioned, and continued, "hand over the list of the estates in my territory that are under your control."

"It all belongs to the lord, I will give it with both hands immediately, if you don't like it, you can sell it or close it, no one will dare to object." Only then did Gagarin realize the concerns of his superiors, and quickly explained, "This will be a considerable amount of income, and I only hope that part of it can be used in the battle to defend the forest."

Vincent looked back at him solemnly, and the demon's gaze sent a chill through the elf.

"Why close? I'm going to reduce taxes on these estates, so that they can grow and grow not only in the realm, but also in the continent," the lord said, looking up, "If the lord only takes things from his subordinates, do you think I am worthy of the allegiance of a hero like you?"

"You will become the greatest lord and leave an indelible name in history, but only you, of course

If you don't want to change your identity," the elf saluted Vincent respectfully, with a humble attitude, "whatever capacity you choose to go down in history, I will follow in your footsteps."

"That kind of thing is too far away, I can't think of anything that far away, go and do the things I have to explain, and from today on, you will serve under me."

Vincent watched thoughtfully as Gagarin saluted and left, and as he was about to close the door, he suddenly stopped him again.

"Wait a minute."

"Please, my lord."

"Your eyes...... Go find my witch, he'll do healing, and see if he can figure it out. We are all apostles of the craftsman gods, and it is so sad to lose our protection."

Gagarin couldn't help but hesitate, not only because of gratitude, but also because the witch's part of speech and the subject of "he" were put together, which gave him an indescribable sense of disobedience.

Unfortunately, Vincent's idea was still in vain, and despite Prani's efforts, he was unable to restore the elf's blind eyes, much to the little witch's sadness at her helplessness.

Gagarin didn't have much hope for this, after all, many years had passed since this incident, and if it could be easily recovered, it would probably only be possible for a god to do it.

In fact, it doesn't have to be bothering the gods, it is said that this level of healing can only be performed by a mage who can perform the resurrection technique, and at present, only the high-ranking White Wolf Saintess in the beast army can do it.

Perhaps in the future, with the deepening of cooperation with the orcs, Vincent will also be able to use it to seek opportunities for his new subordinates, after all, Gagarin is a capable and self-aware subordinate, and within a few days of his arrival, he asked Vinson to sign a master-slave blood curse to show his allegiance.

This is not a problem for the demons, because according to the laws of the territory, newcomers to the territory must first apply a blood curse after entering the territory, and after three years of investigation, they will obtain the power of the territory.

Under Gagarin's example, the other desperate elves also agreed to this request, and it was not unacceptable to see that others could still live in childbirth despite the blood curse and not become slaves to cattle and horses.

Everyone understands that if the containment was a Herodian, the elves would have to pay more than a mandatory curse that didn't necessarily occur according to what they had done before.

In order to make them more accustomed to the territorial environment, Vincent refused the request of his subordinates to place them in Silver Dragon Castle and placed the settlement in the Windwhistling Mountains.

In the end, with the exception of some recalcitrant and staunch forest guards, the remaining elves secretly moved under the persecution of the Herodians and Gagarin's money power, including the tribal priest Lilim, who, with her priestly authority, allowed more people to agree to leave their homes and enter a safer and friendlier Primorsky Territory.

The elves temporarily settled in the forest where the "Helmet" had died, and the immigrants felt very uncomfortable due to the lack of the magic flow of the Tree of Life in their hometown, so with Vincent's consent, they immediately began to cultivate new seeds of the Tree of Life.

Of course, the most promising ones are the saplings that have already sprouted, which requires the forest priests to communicate with the gods on a regular basis and strengthen their magic power through prayers and blessings, so that the saplings can take root smoothly.

In addition to this inexplicable operation, the plant also needs to apply fertilizer in order to thrive.

"What? In the past, human sacrifices were required to plant trees?" Vincent smiled dumbly when he heard the report, "I have fertilizer, organic fertilizer...... Well, I've got to figure it out."

The source of organic fertilizer is obvious, and the person who can help Vincent get organic fertilizer soon arrives in the mountains.

"Champion" Sadaka walked out of the camp and took the orc army he had worked hard to train for the past few months, replacing Ninia's militia and centaur cavalry, and stationed in the mountains.