"How so?"

Linum stepped forward in shock, pulling through the ruined wreckage.

But there was no trace of Loulton's existence in it......

"How could he ......"

At this moment, on the wall next to him, a vine suddenly stretched out, came to his side, and tapped his shoulder.

Linumu turned around blankly, staring at the vine in shock.

"It's ......"

The Wood Elf's face changed suddenly.

It was the first time he had heard the sound of plants and trees so clearly.

The sound of grass and trees is like the murmur of the wind, a sound that can only be heard by fifth-level transcendents.

Outside of McCalalla, these voices are psychic pollution, simply incomprehensible and at the same time unstoppable, more like curses and punishments.

But in places close to McCalalla, such as the Whispering Forest, the sounds tend to be calm, simple, and the emotions they convey are less complex.

Now he has nurtured so many new creatures on the farm, they all babble like newborn children.

And what he heard just now was an extremely clear heart!

"Young shepherd, can you hear me?"

The voice was also faint at first, but seemed to be tentative.

Linumu himself was adjusting his state of perception, and at a certain moment, the two sides were at the same frequency, and he heard this sentence clearly.

"Yes!"

He immediately said to the vines:

"I hear you...... Just now, you were Mr. Loulton? ”

"It's me, great, you finally hear it."

Loulton's mood was filled with joy.

"It's such a magical place, I feel like I'm reborn, I'm one with this forest – the farm over there, the grove next to it full of seedlings, and this underground greenhouse full of life, did you create it?"

Linumu: "No, Your Excellency is overrated, I am only a grower, and nature has given them all this. ”

Heine and Dylan next to him were dumbfounded.

In their eyes, the wood elf was speaking respectfully to a vine,

Heine suddenly realized something: "Loulton went directly to the inner world? ”

As he spoke, he tried to enter the inner world.

Dylan: "How is it possible, the border only extends to the southern part of the farm...... What? ”

Halfway through his words, Heine was already crooked and fell down.

Before he could pull it, the vines on the wall grew automatically, intertwined into a chair, and caught him steadily.

This wave of tacit cooperation is like having rehearsed somewhere.

The remaining two looked at each other, took out the mirror together, and entered the inner world.

…

Heine just tried it, but he didn't expect it to succeed directly.

Once consciousness stabilized, he looked up to see the huge shadow of a tree in Quarcus standing in the distance.

But unlike the bright daytime in the inner world, he was now in a dark forest under the stars on a summer night.

The light here is dim, and the flickering points of light converge into ribbons, shuttling through the quiet forest.

Occasionally, a cloth bag filled with fireflies hangs from the tree, more than three meters above the ground, illuminating the surroundings.

At this time, Dylan and Linumu also came in.

As soon as the wood elves came in, their pupils shook!

"This is the Valley of the Silence?"

"Do you know this place?"

A figure walked out of the shadows, and it was Loultun.

His facial lines were softer than they had been in Attya, and his voice was less cold.

Linumu nodded: "Yes, but I've only seen it in paintings and illusions...... Formerly known as the Sativa Woodland, the Valley of Silence is a sacred place for the collective meditation of the shepherds, where all kinds of nature spirits gather...... That's right, the ancestral tree grows there. ”

Loulton seemed to be touched: "And then? ”

"Then there was a withering, the spirit of nature died, the grass and trees were silent, and the whole valley was covered in dead silence." Linumu hurriedly asked, "Do you remember anything?" ”

Loulton shook his head: "After the carriage entered the realm of Mykara, I gradually lost control of this avatar, and my consciousness fell into a deep sleep. I had a dream in which I returned to a strange and familiar forest, and I felt like I was a part of it...... Then I woke up from a dream, and I saw what you saw in front of my eyes. ”

Heine pondered: "It sounds like you've already entered this place, and then unconsciously changed the shape of this place. So can you feel it over there? ”

He pointed in the direction of Quercus and asked, "Is there a border here with that?" ”

"That's what I want to tell you, too."

"As I gained more control over the place, I felt the presence of 'boundaries,'" Loulton said. On the one hand, there is a border full of dangers to the north, and on the other hand, the tree.

"I remembered your original idea and wanted me to help manage that tree. However, I felt a faint resistance from the border.

"In other words, the tree has now given birth to its own consciousness and has expressed instinctive hostility to my presence."

"Conscious??"

Heine was stunned: "Isn't Quarkus dead?" Wrong...... You mean, that's a 'newborn'? ”

"Yes, it's a seedling." Loulton nodded: "It's just that sorting out energy is our instinct and part of the law, so it will control McCalla's energy under instinct." I guessed this possibility when you told me about it, and now it's just confirmed. ”

Heine sighed, "So this is Quelkus's child? ”

"Sort of." Loulton: "Although it is only an ignorant baby, the sun, the air, the earth, and the water here are abundant and pure like the forces of nature, and as long as they do not deteriorate, it will have the same noble heart as Quercous in the future." ”

"How long does the process take?" Heine asked.

"At least fifty years."

Loulton replied, "Or you can be like Milton—"

"No, I'm not going to do that." Heine made a quick decision.

Milton dared to make a copy of his life and create Loutton, but he didn't dare.

He's from Earth, he's a time-traveler, and he's got a lot of the player's dark history.

If only a tree would know about it......

It's scary to think about.

"You really can't make a move?" Heine asked.

Loulton reluctantly said: "This kind of behavior is like a human being going to kill an unarmed baby." ”

Heine thought about it for a moment, and then he made a decision:

"You're saying it's still a kid, right? Since they don't understand anything, the guardian should be in charge of everything. In other words, I have the final say on how to use its power, so I entrust you to use it, no problem, right? ”

Loulton was stunned.

"But this behavior is still a predatory ......"

Heine: "What kind of plunder is this?" Is there a problem with you being a brother to Quercus, so you're his uncle—even closer than me, the orphan? ”

Loulton was silent.

Heine: "You've seen it outside of Mykara, what the shadows of the Northlands look like, what the forces of nature look like for the Three Forests, and can you bear to watch it grow up in that environment?"

"If you want it to thrive, you have to make sure that McAlla can defend itself against foreign enemies, strengthen itself, and think from the perspective of human beings, should you, the uncle, stand up? It's not some kind of plunder, it's for its healthy growth. ”

Although he always felt that something was weird, Floorton had to admit that the other party had a bit of a point.

Loulton had no choice but to nod his head and make this decision, which was contrary to plant sense.

…

As the de facto controller of the area named "Alfalfa Glades", Loulton made a flash of surprise to the Junction.

The two scenes of day and night are blocked by a line, which looks particularly magical.

Through this glass-like curtain of light, the magnificent Court of Light stood in the hunting ground not far away.

Heine was the first to pass through the light curtain.

When Loulton walked through, it caused Quercus to resist.

The silver points of light that had originally converged towards the silver oak tree rushed over, accompanied by the Yuan Spirit's shout, "Leave!" Get out of here! The scream.

Heine hurriedly activated the guardian privilege and canceled the attack.

The silver light dissipated instantly, like a bear child scattered in a hurry.

However, the attack was only this one, and it seems that Quarkus does not hold a grudge very much.

Heine led Loulton to the bottom of the oak tree, a small piece of land in the middle of the round lake.

Then, he gave the latter a look.

Loulton sighed, reluctantly put his hand on the trunk of the tree, and closed his eyes.

Quarcus then began to shake slightly.

Heine felt a strong sense of trepidation and uneasiness coming from the tree, and hurriedly released his perception to reassure the other party.

Soon, perhaps it was the similar aura on Loulton's body, or the reassurance of the guardian had an effect.

In short, two adults teamed up to snatch the lollipop and generally snatched the vast majority of power from a newborn sanity.

Loutton's gray robe gradually became stained with a layer of silver light, and his closed eyes slowly opened.

"You seem to have a lot of incredible 'inventions'."

There was a look of surprise in his eyes.

Heine was shocked!

"What do you mean? What do you see? ”

"Quarkus is young, but he has written down your invention...... To be precise, it recorded all the 'creation categories' that had been carried out in that place called the Yuanling Factory. ”

Woe, Yuan Ling print history???

How could there be such a thing?

Heine was excited! That's how big I am!

"What else did it write down?" He asked.

"You're mistaken, it doesn't have a note-taking function yet, just like a baby who hasn't grown old enough to observe the environment and actively remember."

Loulton explains: "The reason why something is left behind is an imprint of collective consciousness. In other words, the traces of the convergence of the collective consciousness of all the indigenous people of the present world, you and your souls, and the visitors.

"For example, you seem to value the 'equivalent exchange', which means that no matter what kind of work the Yuan Spirit is sent to do, it should be paid adequately, and this has been engraved like the law of the beginning."

It makes sense, Heine thought.

This way of remembering is completely in line with their research on the Yuan Spirit.

Perhaps this is the reason why the affinity of ancient creatures like Zumu is approaching the extreme—their form of existence is highly similar to that of primordial spirits, so the affinity is terrifying.

Then some of the research results obtained from them can also be extrapolated to Yuan Ling, and vice versa.

It took some time for Loulton to digest these forces.

During this time, Heine briefly described his idea of establishing a communication network in his territory through the inner world.

After a while, Loulton woke up from his thoughts.

He nodded:

"I think this idea can be realized with the help of 'Voices of Grass and Trees'."

(End of chapter)