The druid avengers entered the area where the saplings had been planted, and Annan remained outside.

He didn't expect these words and scenarios to change the Druid Avengers...... They have been through so much over the long years that their minds have long been solidified.

It's like magical images are all the rage among the aristocracy, but the older aristocrats still have a soft spot for stage plots. At least not as much as the young nobleman looked at it once a day, and even the mole next to Evelyn's collarbone was remembered clearly.

Annan only wanted to change the druid's avengers, and they would win if they let Liberty City go. And on top of that, it's better to seek some benefits.

The old orcs and orc druids who were at the back rushed over, and the old orc's words changed from orc to lingua franca: "We are both from Myron Heights, and I thought he was a member of the tribe of Blackhorn." ”

"You're doing a good job." Compared to the intransparency of the other druid avengers, the orc druid is similar to Gemma: it shoves the root to Annan, pats his head and says, "I was rude to you before, and you call back." ”

Annan had no intention of causing trouble for himself, and he didn't find the previous conflict offensive—if the orc had been polite, he would have peeled off its face to see what was inside.

"Is this your weapon?"

Annan weighed the roots, which were much heavier than they looked, probably close to twenty pounds...... The thick side was still stained with depleted blood.

"My weapons are stained with the dirty blood of countless rat men!" The orc druid said proudly.

"How many nezumen have you killed with this root?" Annan asked as he looked at Michael and thought the two of them could exchange ideas.

"At least a few dozen!"

"And what about yesterday?"

The orc druid froze there, as if communicating beyond its comprehension.

"Do you know why I'm called the uncrowned Champion Rat Hunt?" Annan handed the root to the orc druid, rubbing his sticky hands on the mage's robes.

"Champion Rat Hunt?"

"I killed tens of thousands of rat people in a single day in a fit of extreme rage."

The orc druid grinned with mocking fangs: "I don't believe it...... You are short and have no muscles. ”

"But I have spells."

"Spells, don't count."

"You're a druid, too."

Annan is also planning to use the orc druids to convince other alien races in the future: why can't all races be fused? Orcs can be druids!

"I didn't use the power of nature." The orc proudly waved the roots, which it knocked out one by one from the roots.

"Do you prefer to knock them on the forehead or on the back of the head?" Michael couldn't help it.

Annan left them both and approached the druids.

The two druids put aside their contradictions, and their prejudices against Annan, and the forces of nature spread as they cast their spells, and these budding saplings thrived at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Annan wished that they would all join Liberty City, where the wheat would ripen ten times a year. Inexhaustible food plus floating city ...... Annan will have a free city that will never fall!

When the vast saplings at the foot of the mountain range took the form of a wood, the druids stopped.

Annan thanked them like them. In any case, it is always respectful to contribute to the preservation of nature – especially if people in this world are not aware of it.

"Go back and tell Ingrid to prepare for the feast for the druids at the City Lord's Palace...... In the name of Mr. Shusu. ”

The Treant Druid accepted Annan's kindness, but the Bark Elf did not: "We are about to leave." ”

The good news is that they've given up on revenge on Liberty City, and the bad news is that they're leaving.

"At least you're done with the banquet......"

"At least we'll be done with the banquet......"

Annan and Gema spoke in unison.

The bark elf looked disappointedly at the cowering Gema and whispered a long poem:

"In the depths of the forest."

"The Druids of the Independence of the Dead,"

"The flame of vengeance is imprinted in the heart,"

"For the Lost Nature and Balance,"

"Challenge the darkness."

The centaurs and the other druid Avengers chanted along, and the distant forest seemed to resonate:

"Tears turned into morning dew,"

"The blood turned into rain,"

"Give the pain to nature."

"Let pain be the power of revenge,"

"Let the flames of vengeance burn into the dark corners,"

"Let the seeds of betrayal and darkness have nowhere to hide."

The roar of the orc druids drowned out everyone, and the tree beards looked at their former companions with a mixed look.

"In the morning light, the druids let go of the flames of vengeance,"

"Return to the Embrace of the Forest,"

"Living in harmony with nature,

"Wait for the next night."

Annan exhaled a breath and came back to his senses from the long poem that seemed to be a breath of nature: "In the morning light, the druids let go of the flames of vengeance...... It's dawn, isn't it? ”

"You should take a break, it's safer here than outside." Tree beard said.

In the end, the bark elves chose to stay with the deer: "Yolanta, stay." ”

……

With Dade's help, the maid Abby and the borrowed cook prepare a druid-style dinner party before dusk – just vegetables, berries and juice.

When Annan looked at the orc druid, the orc druid was also looking at Annan.

"Would you like some meat?" Annan asked it quietly.

"Short lord, you're offending a druid......" The orc's voice was louder than ever.

"I mean, do you want to eat some flesh from a guy who hurts nature to soothe the anger of hatred?"

"Glad to be!"

Annan beckoned to Abby, the maid, whispered a few words to her, and pointed to the orc druid.

After the maid Abby left, Annan glanced at the small banquet hall of the City Lord's Mansion. Editria, Ingrid, Copperbeard, and the Old Orcs were all present at the banquet.

Surprisingly, the druid avengers were not so disgusted with the eldest sister - Annan looked at Itilia and then at the equally gentle centaur and had an answer in his heart.

"Can you tell me your name? Beautiful lady. Annan took the initiative to accosting the deer.

"Hello Serana, Your Excellency Annan."

Serana has a pair of gentle and deep amber eyes, which are always filled with a deep care and love, as if they can penetrate the deepest part of the human heart. When you see her eyes, you will feel a sense of serenity and serenity, as if all troubles have disappeared.

The beautiful antlers are gracefully bent backwards and are dressed in a close-fitting garment woven from leaves and branches from the forest, outlining the characteristic smallness and lightness of the deer.

When Annan talks to Serana, he doesn't know that she is what really makes the druids give up.

The elves are the elves of the world, and the deer people are the elves of the forest, and Serana knows everything from the trees.

(End of chapter)