Chapter 199

Anthony wore a cloak, wrapping himself up tightly.

Between his legs was a grumbling undead horse: "I only let you ride me because Bo'erke died. Once the fight is over later, get as far away from me as you can."

"Yes, yes, yes, thank you for your hard work. I'll get lost when it's over, I'll get lost when it's over. Just give it your all later; the opponent has a God's Body, and I can't handle it alone," Anthony said with a sheepish laugh.

Lightning carried Ang, glancing over at them curiously and incessantly.

"What are you looking at, you horned idiot horse? Keep looking and I'll eat your soul," the undead horse glared at Lightning and cursed viciously.

Lightning curled its lip, revealing a mouthful of white teeth and a disdainful smile. Ignoring the undead horse, it glanced at Anthony and asked, "Your wife?"

"Huh?"

"Huh!?" Both the undead horse and Anthony were stunned by the question. Anthony hurriedly waved his hands: "No, no, don't talk nonsense."

The undead horse cursed in a rage: "Stupid horse, the undead have no gender, you moron."

Lightning still ignored it and asked Anthony again: "Your daughter?"

Anthony smiled bitterly: "No, no. Although I raised her, she has never listened to me."

"That's fine then." Lightning performed its ultimate skill, 'Mockery by Face,' glancing sideways at the undead horse, its mouth forming the words slowly and clearly: "Stu——(muted)——pid."

"Say that again, you stupid horse, say that again!" The undead horse was furious, unleashing a roar with its soul in a rage.

"Stu——(muted)——pid." Lightning repeated it. It didn't matter what it said; even if it called you 'Mom' right now, you would still be furious because its expression was just too infuriating.

The undead horse tilted its body, about to crash into it in a fit of anger, but the next moment, the blade of a scythe hung between them, and Ang tilted his head to look at it.

The undead horse shuddered, suddenly remembering what Anthony had told it. Snorting heavily through its nostrils, it forcibly suppressed its rage.

Anthony wiped away cold sweat, patted the undead horse's neck to soothe it, and then quietly made a 'please' gesture to Lightning. Only then did Lightning snort proudly and let it off the hook.

With that level of skill, it dared to bristle at Lord Lightning? It hadn't even started warming up yet.

The two horses galloped at full speed and soon arrived at a valley.

Seeing this valley covered in ice and snow, Negris, projected onto Ang, said puzzledly: "In a place like this, you can grow a God's Body? It would be pretty good if you could even grow grass."

"If I hadn't seen it with my own 'eyes,' I wouldn't believe it either. Are those Druids really that powerful? Can they even grow gods?" Anthony's tone was full of disbelief.

Druids, the kind who farm and till the land, deal with soil, crops, and forests all day long. They are covered in dirt on sunny days and mud on rainy days. Almost every Druid looks like an old farmer, and the elves are no exception.

In legends, powerful Druids are very formidable; they can command entire forests and transform into gods, using the power of gods to defeat gods, but those are all legends.

The last time Anthony heard news about Druids was during the Spring Breeze Cup Planting Competition.

A profession with such little presence actually grew a God's Body?

There is a difference between a God's Body and a god; the difference lies in the Godhead. If there is no Godhead, then it is just a powerful shell.

But once it has a Godhead, especially today when the Light gods have fallen, it will leap to become a main god, or even the only main god. That would be troublesome.

But no matter how powerful the God's Body is, it was grown by Druids. These Druids are the real freaks.

Anthony patted the undead horse's neck and said: "Old friend, scout the path."

The undead horse glanced at him and said huffily: "Call me by my name, Black Horse!"

The undead horse roared, raised its front hooves, and stomped down. Where the front hooves landed, death energy instantly dissipated, and three or four ghosts crawled up and floated rapidly toward the valley.

Black Horse?! Lightning laughed out loud on the spot; the undead horse was indeed black enough.

Following these ghosts, everyone entered the valley vigilantly.

The journey was peaceful, and they soon arrived in front of a snow pit. At the bottom of the snow pit, a huge, withered flower bud lay there, its surface already frosted, but the God's Body was nowhere to be found.

"Did you find him?" Anthony asked.

Ang shook his head, the undead horse shook its head, and Lightning also shook its head.

"My lord, please guard me." As he spoke, Anthony took out a piece of cloth and a crystal ball. The cloth was engraved with various holy patterns, a bit like a holy shroud, but the patterns were completely different.

The cloth was laid on the snow, the crystal ball was placed on the cloth, and Anthony began to chant obscure and difficult incantations.

Ang also cooperated by taking people out, first Negris, the little angel, the little zombie, and then the Purple Bone Titans. Everyone quickly spread out to stand guard.

No matter how obscure the incantation was, as long as it wasn't new, it wasn't a problem for Negris. After listening for a while, it was surprised: "This is a Shaman's Soul Prayer; is it useful? Are you trying to save Bo'erke?"

Anthony finished the long incantation, having already weighed a small ball of black energy in his hand. He patted the black energy into the crystal ball before responding: "Yes, but I don't know how much can be saved."

Negris didn't think so: "Even if you save some soul fragments, what's the use? They are already shattered; even if saved, it won't be Bo'erke anymore."

"Sigh, that's true, but what can be done? Saving a little is better than nothing. As long as he can retain some of his past memories, he is still Bo'erke. At worst, I'll just 'tell' him more later," Anthony said helplessly.

"Ku Ba Da..." Negris was stunned for a short while, then couldn't help but curse out loud. It had figured it out; what Anthony meant by 'tell' was that he was prepared to shape Bo'erke's memories.

If you lose your memory, and someone jumps out when you first wake up to tell you: I am your father. You would most likely believe it.

Anthony was now preparing to gather Bo'erke's soul fragments and, using these fragments as a foundation, reshape a soul. As for whether this soul is the former Bo'erke?

Possessing part of Bo'erke's memories and having them completed by someone else, then it is Bo'erke.

Ang suddenly asked: "Soul fragments, is that it?"

Anthony was stunned by the sudden question and nodded subconsciously: "Yes, Bo'erke's soul fragments."

Ang suddenly raised his hand slowly, drew a circle, and said: "Many."

Following his movement, the entire valley produced a kind of 'wind' that cast toward the center point of the circle he had drawn in the void.

This kind of 'wind' was not a physical phenomenon, but a soul-level one. Only undead creatures could feel the movement of this aura.

When Ang drew a semicircle, a flame ignited at the center point. After drawing the full circle, the flame had already solidified to be more vigorous than three or five soul fires, and then it was injected into the crystal ball all at once.

Anthony was already at a loss: "So many? You even lit the soul fire while you were at it... My lord, where did so many soul fragments come from? Bo'erke himself couldn't burst out so many fragments."

Ang gestured around: "Many."

"Why would there be so many soul fragments? Have many people died here? This is troublesome; it's a stitched monster." Anthony said distressingly.

There were too many soul fragments, exceeding everything Bo'erke could burst out. There must be a large number of soul fragments that didn't belong to Bo'erke. If they were all put into one soul fire, wouldn't it become a stitched monster?

However, this couldn't be blamed on Ang. As long as there were other fragments here, the Soul Prayer would gather them up just the same. Ang just expanded the range of the gathering.

This way, it could be gathered more completely. At worst, he could just slowly weed them out; he was professional in this regard.

Holding the crystal ball in his arms, Anthony kept stroking it, his forehead pressed against it, muttering: "Bo'erke, Bo'erke, you are called Bo'erke, the loyal and brave Bo'erke... Eh, this one isn't, this one isn't either, weed it out, weed it out."

Not long after, Anthony suddenly raised his head: "My lord, we may have found a treasure. These soul fragments belong to those Druids who were imprisoned here. Wait for me to pick out Bo'erke's soul fragments, and I'll give the rest to you."

The soul light in Ang's eyes flourished, and Negris couldn't hold back: "Really? Hurry, hurry, is there any content about growing gods?"

"How could it be so fast? I need a long time to pick out Bo'erke's fragments. This technique is very complicated and needs to be done slowly. However, I just devoured a few fragments, and the information remaining inside told me the general situation here."

"I burned the Church's data, and as batches of priests died of old age, one or two hundred years later, the Church gradually forgot about this place. Without funding, the guards who could escape did, and those who couldn't settled down on the spot, becoming friends with the original Druid guards. This place turned into a village."

Several elf Druids never gave up on the god-growing plan. Perhaps they felt they were growing a World Tree. Under the power of the Druids, this valley turned into a happy kingdom with lush trees, birds singing, flowers fragrant, and grain filling the valley. People lived here in peace.

They multiplied for many generations like this. As the elf Druids died one by one, the human villagers who lost their protection began to struggle to survive. In the ice and snow, it was not easy to survive. The population in the valley decreased year by year, and finally, it became what we see now.

The old man who sold the seeds to Silver Coin was probably the last survivor of this valley. They held the seeds cultivated by the Druids but didn't grow the legendary 'plant person.' In the end, they were trapped and hungry, having to sell them for money.

"That's about it. Part of it is the memory of the fragments, and part of it is my speculation. Let's find that God's Body first, and then study it slowly when we go back." After speaking, he wrapped the crystal ball with the cloth and stuffed it into his ring.

Anthony reached out his hand toward the withered flower bud and said loudly: "God said, my eyes see the passing time—Eye of Time!"

Shouting the last word 'eye,' white light rose in Anthony's eyes.

After looking for a long time, the white light faded, and Anthony was full of embarrassment: "It won't work. God's Eye of Time cannot see the body of a god. Black Horse, can you smell it?"

Black Horse shook its head.

The little angel suddenly reached out and pointed: "Awoo!"

Negris asked: "Can you sense it?"

The little angel nodded and ran toward the cliff.

Both sides of the valley were almost vertical cliffs, at least sixty or seventy meters high. Climbing up was a mountain peak. Along the ridge, everyone chased wildly. After chasing for a while, they suddenly discovered something in front.

A level-six Earth Ice Bear lay dead in the snow, half of its body gone. The edges of the defect could see some gnawing marks, but the fatal wound was the head.

"It died less than half a day ago. The skull was smashed to pieces. There is residual holy power in the wound. It should be that God's Body. Half of the Earth Ice Bear was gnawed by him." Anthony inspected it and said.

"Does a God's Body need to eat?" Negris asked. This was not within its common sense.

Anthony asked back curiously: "After you became a god, did you need to eat?"

"Uh, of course I need to, and I eat a lot." Negris said.

"Then he might also need to eat, but it's not necessary. Otherwise, he wouldn't have left half an ice bear, but would have eaten it all."

After analyzing, everyone continued to chase, chasing for over a hundred kilometers, gradually leaving the snow-capped mountains. The temperature rose, the ice and snow melted, and a dense forest appeared on the distant horizon.

Seeing the forest over there, Anthony couldn't help but say: "Did he really run this way? Could we have gone the wrong way?"

The little angel turned back and glared: "Awoo!"

The little zombie also glared: "Awoo!"

"No, no, I'm not doubting you, I just wanted to confirm, confirm." Anthony hurriedly waved his hands.

Lightning couldn't help but lean over and ask in a low voice: "You understand Awoo-speak?"

"Huh? Do I need to understand any language? Isn't their meaning written on their faces?" Anthony said puzzledly. After speaking, he turned to Negris: "Lord Negris, chasing like this is not a way. We must first confirm whether he ran in this direction."

Negris was also distressed: "How to confirm?"

Ang suddenly raised his hand and pointed to the forest, which was also the direction the little angel had been chasing, and said: "Over there, there is the smell of holy light."

The little angel was still worried that it had led them the wrong way, but Ang said so too, so everyone had to take it seriously and immediately decided to chase into the forest.

Looking at the dense forest, the Purple Bone Titans frowned: "My lord, why don't you take us back first? We hate the forest."

It was indeed not good for too many people to enter the forest together; it was easy to get separated, and it would not be easy to find them again. Not to mention the size of the Purple Bone Titans, it was too inconvenient in the forest.

Ang took the Purple Bone Titans into the Palace of Rest, with Lightning leading the way, followed by the little zombie, the little angel, the Brass Dragon, Anthony, and Black Horse, lined up in a row, with Ang at the very back.

In the forest of the cold zone, the trees were tall, strong, and lush. Everyone felt like they had entered the land of Lilliput. Every time they crossed a fallen tree, it was like climbing over a mountain.

Not long after walking, Anthony, the only human, was a bit out of breath. He added two divine arts to himself, stopped temporarily, and asked by the way: "It seems we have already entered the elf's range, right? What is that guy doing running into the forest?"

No one could answer this question, so no one paid attention to him, except Ang, who walked over and looked at his feet curiously.

Anthony was looked at inexplicably and asked puzzledly: "My lord, what are you looking at?"

Ang hadn't spoken yet when a strange voice sounded under his feet: "Probably looking at me, you stepped on my hand."

Anthony was startled and jumped away. In the fallen leaves on the ground, an elf covered in magic patterns revealed herself from the air.

One by one, magic-patterned elves revealed themselves from the bushes, dead leaves, tree crowns, and stone crevices, bending their bows and aiming at everyone present.