Zhao Chuanxin was just a test in front of him, testing whether his waist could withstand this strength, and he flashed his old waist once before, and he was afraid of the well rope after being bitten by a snake for ten years.

After all, his body has also improved in the past two years, and after finding it very easy, it will be easy to do, with the help of the furious armor, the rhythmic expansion and contraction of the two elbows, the white yak is not an opponent at all.

It seemed to be sparse, pushed backwards involuntarily one by one.

Zhao Chuanxin suddenly moved out of the way, grabbed only one horn, and rotated his body.

The white yak pounced in the air and moved forward by inertia.

Zhao Chuanxin took himself as the central axis and pulled the horns.

The body of the white yak of more than 300 catties was "drifted" by Zhao Chuanxin.

More than 300 catties is really not very heavy for today's Zhao Chuanxin.

The white yak felt that the clouds were driving the fog, if it wasn't for Zhao Chuanxin's last retraction and deliberately letting it go, he wouldn't have been blown out and seriously injured.

The white yak was subdued.

It bowed its head and rubbed Zhao Chuanxin.

Zhao Chuanxin patted it on the head: "Bow your head and be willing to be a son of a cow, you really know how to do it." ”

"Buzz." It emits a short cry that sounds a bit like a pig humming.

Guo Vulwa, who was watching the whole process next to her, opened her mouth as big as the mouth of a child on O bubble fruit milk.

He thought that if he was holding a hundred pounds of boulders, he was already very remarkable.

It turns out that there are really people who can lift the weight of three or four hundred catties, and sure enough, Xiang Yu has the strength to carry the tripod and not cover it.

Zhao Chuanxi walked out of the sheepfold with his hands behind his back, closed the door and said to himself: "It seems that we have to plant barley in advance." ”

I don't know how big the old god's belly is, and he discharged inexhaustible feces and urine in the night pot, and after thousands of years of aging cellaring, the fertility has become superb.

The seeds planted by Zhao Chuanxin last night had been sunburned for a day, and by the afternoon they had germinated.

It's a miracle.

He continued to water.

Another barley seed was planted.

In the evening, he opened the Code of the Old Gods.

[For two days, the mourning took me around the battlefields of the Shadow Forest, and finally arrived at the rear and met the Druid patriarch. 】

[The druid patriarch emptied the Pocket Tech, and I naturally obtained ten Pocket Tech.] 】

[The Druid Patriarch says: Dreadnought Vanguard, the Druids have suffered heavy losses from snake and bee attacks, and now our influence on the war is insignificant. Therefore, we need to awaken the talent of the ancient period that can affect the minds of the other eight clans of the Shadow Forest. I'm going to give you a task. At the foot of the Ancestral Spirit Peak, there is a spring of vitality, and I need you to bring some of it back, it can awaken the potential of the druids. 】

[I have two choices:

One, accept the quest and bring back the spring, and I will receive the Heart of the Holy Spirit from the Druid Patriarch, which will allow me to blend in with nature.

Second, the Druids' loss of the ability to influence the minds of the Eight Clans of the Shadow Forest is inevitable due to the ecological balance of the Shadow Forest. If you choose to refuse, the ecological balance will be maintained. 】

Zhao Chuanxin was stunned, this is a bit interesting.

This time's choice depends on whether he is selfish or not.

But the multiple-choice questions in the Old Gods Codex have always had pitfalls.

[Seeing that I hesitated, the druid hesitated and reminded: Dreadnought Pioneer, my friend, I must tell you that there is a mourning spirit under the Ancestral Spirit Peak, and it is very dangerous. Secondly, there are strong guards near the Vitality Spring. Finally, in our world, matter is more unstable, and this is even more true of Vitality Spring. According to the Druids' history, it's not easy to fill the Vitality Spring, and it's up to you to find a way to bring it back for us. 】

Zhao Chuanxin is happy, and the mourning soul has become "my" little friend.

As for the guards next to the Vitality Spring, I'll ask the mourners later.

The last one, Zhao Chuanxin didn't understand it too much.

This time, even he hesitated.

He writes:

[I asked: What happens to the rest of the races except the Druids who drink the Vitality Spring?] 】

[The druid patriarch answers: Just like us, activate the natural abilities that have disappeared.] 】

Zhao Chuanxin continued to write:

[I asked: How much do I need to drink to see results?] 】

The devil is in the details.

[The druid patriarch answers: Each person can take a sip.] 】

Zhao Chuanxin's eyes rolled towards the upper left corner, counting on his heart.

He is naturally greedy.

Druids activate talents that can be decisive in the success or failure of a war.

The heart of the Holy Spirit did not attract much to him, but the vitality spring water aroused his interest.

He wondered what kind of talent he would inspire when he drank it.

Chest thumping? Howling in the sky? Pick up a big wooden stick? Throwing javelins?

He really didn't know what primitive people were good at, or what talent his direct ancestors had.

Accepting the task is the best option.

But we must not just calm down the chaos of the remnants of the creatures, press the gourd and raise the scoop, and the druids will rise up to do things again.

He had to accept the task and avoid future troubles.

There are two ways to do this.

First, he could bring back a lot of spring of vitality water for the druids and the rest of the tribes. Everyone has sparked their talents, and the Shadow Forest has regained its balance.

Second, he only brought a small amount of Vitality Spring, for example, enough for the Druid Patriarch, so that it didn't affect the balance too much.

Anyway, the quest doesn't say how much vitality spring water to bring back.

Regardless of which method is used, Zhao Chuanxin wrote:

[I chose to accept the mission.] 】

Fortunately, this time "I" trusted Zhao Chuanxin very much and did not object.

[We embark on the journey again. 】

[On the way, I asked the mourners: Do you know the location of the Vitality Spring? 】

[The mourning spirit said: Yes, I go often. 】

[I asked: What are the powerful guards there?] 】

[The mourning spirit replied: I can't describe it, it's a powerful energy field left behind by Lord Run. There are not only old gods in this world, but also new gods, and Lord Runno is one of the new gods. But the strange thing is that the energy field can produce a powerful storm, and even a huge tree man can be swept into the sky. 】

[I asked: Who is stronger, you or the Lord of Run's energy field? 】

[The mourning spirit said: Maybe I am stronger, but I will definitely be hurt.] Don't worry, as much as I don't want to fight it, it can't detect my presence either. If you figure out how to fill it, I'll steal the Vitality Spring for you. 】

This is the end of the conversation.

Zhao Chuanxin closed the "Old God Codex" to replenish his strength.

It has been several years, and Zhao Chuanxin finally lived in the desert, living a life where the sun was hidden below the horizon every day when he woke up, and he slept with the bright stars every day when he slew.

The biggest crisis on weekdays has changed from the rain of bullets and people's unpredictability to the fact that when you hold firewood and grass, you may be pricked in your hands, and when you go out and walk, your boots are filled with sand, and your feet are easily worn out......

Guo Vulwa gradually took over the work of cooking and sprinkling.

In his spare time, Zhao occasionally painted "The Mage of the Late Qing Dynasty" and posters, and occasionally recited some ideas to Nikola Tesla that gave him a flash of inspiration.

In the desert, perhaps the wind is too fast, so people seem to be slow to do anything.

Time slowly moved forward for a few days.

After replenishing several physical strengths......

[I feel that during this time, I have been going around in circles inside and outside the Shadow Forest, and the route has quickly become a complete closed loop. 】

[Finally, the mourning spirit took me to the foot of the ancestral spirit peak, near the vitality spring. 】

[From a distance, there are glittering plants that resemble lantern flowers next to the vibrant spring.] In the midst of the colors, it is impossible to see where the spring water comes from. 】

[The spring water is drawn in a rainbow-shaped streamline, gushing from a low place and falling from a high place, and I can't see how it disappeared.] 】

[Not only is there no moisture in the vicinity, but it is also very dry. 】

[The mourning spirit asked me: Have you thought about what to use to hold water?] 】

[I'll take out a few things separately.] Big leaves, earthenware jars, glass bottles, porcelain bowls and iron jars. 】

Now the process of making plastic is not mature, otherwise Zhao Chuanxin will provide a plastic bottle if he says anything.

[The mourning spirit said: Wait here, I'll steal the spring water.] 】

[The first time the mourning uses leaves.] 】

[The moment the Vitality Spring touched the leaves, it disappeared, and I realized why the Druid Patriarch said that the Vitality Spring Water could not be contained. 】

[The mourning spirit threw away the leaves, came back to fetch the jar, and failed. With a porcelain bowl, failed. With a glass bottle, fail. Tin cans, failure. 】

[We even tried to carry water with our clothes, but we still failed. When the vitality spring water touched the clothes, the clothes were not even wet. 】

Zhao Chuanxin also tried to transmit several things in the past, but all of them failed.

He had no choice but to run to the backyard to ask Nikola Tesla for help......

(End of chapter)