Chapter 201

Jielika tapped her shoulder to salute: "We still have to guard the border, so we can't accompany you to the holy land to pay respects. You go by yourselves, the forest will point the way for you."

Saluting one by one, when it was Anthony's turn, she also tapped her shoulder, but her little finger was raised, and she didn't even look at Anthony.

After walking far away, confused, Anthony couldn't help but ask: "God of Knowledge, do you know what this gesture means? Why did she only make this gesture to me? Did she take a fancy to me? That's not good, I haven't been close to women for many years. Although this female elf is okay, women are too troublesome. I'd better live alone. How should I reject her?"

Negris sneered: "You think too much. She is mocking you for being like a male elf with a small penis. Elves are different from humans. They are a matriarchal society. Female elves hold power and force, and the status of male elves is lower. This gesture is like you humans mocking others for being 'sissy.' She is calling you a sissy, probably because she is angry that you were slacking off when drinking."

Anthony wasn't angry, suddenly realizing: "So that's what it means. However, drinking is ultimately bad, affecting the nerves and my punching speed. As for the size, it doesn't mean anything. Yours was 'big' enough before you died, but you never used it."

"Ku Ba Da, I'm going to kill you!" Negris jumped up in anger and whipped it with its tail.

Lightning and Black Horse laughed wildly, while Ang, the little angel, and the little zombie were blank.

Just like that, the group walked noisily into the depths of the forest, completely unaware that the path they came from was quickly covered by wildly growing small grass vines. A few minutes later, there were no traces of anyone passing by here.

Walking and walking, Ang suddenly patted Lightning's neck. Lightning stopped immediately, looking around suspiciously.

Anthony also stopped, looking around suspiciously. Soon he also found something wrong and shouted sternly: "Who is it."

The whole forest suddenly shook, as if a breeze had blown, making a rustling sound, and an old voice sounded: "It's me."

"God of Life? Didn't you ask us to find you? Why did you run over? Isn't that too polite?" Negris was surprised.

"You, too slow." The voice of the God of Life carried a hint of helplessness and dislike.

"What's the fear of being slow? Don't you still have more than nine thousand years of life? I might not live longer than you even if I am reborn once. Why are you in such a hurry?" Negris was even more disgusted, with a hint of jealousy in its disgust.

The God of Life sighed: "That's in a healthy situation. Now, I am sick and can't live that long."

"Ah? You are going to die? No way?" Negris was shocked and said urgently: "How much longer can you live? You are in such a hurry to rush over, you can't wait for a few days, right?"

The God of Life said slowly: "Withering might take three thousand years..."

"Still three thousand years? Phew, then what are you in a hurry for? You scared me to death." Negris breathed a sigh of relief.

The voice of the God of Life sounded unhurriedly: "But I have a premonition that the dissipation of consciousness is in the near future. If I don't come over, what you will see then will just be a giant tree with dissipated life."

Negris almost bit its tongue. This damn giant tree, it still gasped for breath when speaking at such a time. Can't it finish in one breath?

Calm down, calm down, forcing itself to calm down, Negris's thoughts turned rapidly, and countless things flashed through its mind in an instant.

The death of the World Tree will inevitably cause a chain reaction, affecting the pattern of the entire plane, and even causing violent turmoil.

First of all, the elves will lose the protection of the World Tree and will quickly degenerate into a second-rate species.

This is no joke. Don't look at the elves' longevity, strong individual strength, and a bunch of truth powerhouses, but they are too naive.

The competition of species is very cruel, the law of the jungle, survival of the fittest. There are so many powerful species in the plane, such as the Dragon race with strong individuals, the Orcs with large numbers, the Goblins with strong technology, and the Dwarves with strong war capabilities. In the end, only humans and elves are left to compete.

And the reason why elves can rival humans is purely because of the protection of the World Tree. If they lose the World Tree, they will quickly degenerate into a second-rate species like the Dwarves.

The final result will definitely be worse than the Dwarves, because they are too beautiful. After losing their strength, they will definitely be crazily hunted and captured by humans, becoming slaves and playthings, and finally can only hide in the forest to survive.

If they don't want this tragic fate to happen, the elves must launch a war before the influence of the World Tree disappears and destroy humans.

But the elves will definitely not do this, they are too naive. Of course, humans are not easy to mess with, and it's not certain who will destroy whom.

Therefore, if the World Tree dies and there is no new World Tree to take over and continue to protect them, then the decline of the elf race is a certainty.

In fact, not only Negris saw this point, but Elf Queen Galad and the wise men of the elf race also saw this point, so they were in a hurry to find and cultivate a new World Tree.

Unfortunately, if Ang hadn't helped cultivate a batch of seedlings, they wouldn't even be able to touch the shadow of a new World Tree now.

However, a new World Tree has been grown, but whether it can become the new God of Life and continue to protect the elves is still an unknown number. The new World Tree has no self-consciousness.

Originally, Negris thought that the elves had more than nine thousand years to take their time. At worst, they could buy seedlings from Ang again. But the God of Life suddenly told it that the dissipation of consciousness was in the near future, and this trouble was big.

"Then... then what should we do? Is there anything we can help you with?" Negris was completely numb, and then suddenly thought of something and looked at Ang.

"Birth, old age, sickness, and withering are all part of life. There is nothing that needs help." The God of Life said unhurriedly, completely not taking the matter of 'dying' to heart.

"But aren't you worried about the elves?" Negris asked.

The tone of the God of Life was still flat: "Elves are just one of the species that coexist with me. They are no different from those flowers, plants, trees, snakes, insects, rats, ants, spores, and fungi. Well, they are smarter and should be able to take care of themselves."

Hearing this, Negris immediately realized that it had thought wrong. Because of the elves, most people regarded the Tree of Life as the guardian god of the elves, completely forgetting that the Tree of Life not only protects the elves but also protects the entire forest. It is the guardian god of the entire forest.

To it, elves and other species in the forest are no different. The only special thing is that they have wisdom, but unicorns also have wisdom, Nightblade leopards also have wisdom, and bugbears also have wisdom.

No wonder when it mentioned elves, its tone was neither salty nor light, and it didn't even care about the elves restricting the loss of seeds. Perhaps it regarded all this as part of life. Otherwise, as long as it was willing, who among the birds and beasts couldn't take the seeds out?

Not worried about the elves, and there is nothing that needs help, then why is it in such a hurry to find them? To see it for the last time? Negris didn't think it had such a big face, and asked helplessly: "Then what are you looking for us for?"

"Two things..." The God of Life said slowly, making Negris want to communicate with it through its soul, fearing that it would hang up halfway through.

"The first thing is, what is this thing? I feel my aura on it. Did I crossbreed with someone?" Following the words of the God of Life, a light ball was 'grabbed' over by some invisible force and hovered in front of Ang and the others.

The light ball was 'grabbed' but was not restless at all, struggling left and right, trying to break free from control.

That familiar aura made everyone recognize it at once. It was the 'god' fleeing in the God's Body, a god in the literal sense, the soul of the God's Body.

"It was caught by you? Sure enough, nothing in the forest can be hidden from you." Negris said.

"What is this thing?" The God of Life asked curiously.

Negris told the god-growing plan once.

"So that's how it is. This kind of thing that goes against the laws of nature, disappear." The God of Life said lightly. As soon as the voice fell, a force acted on the 'god,' crushing it into fragments.

Negris shouted wildly in its heart: What a waste of heaven's gifts, if you don't want it, give it to us, such a good research sample and energy.

But it didn't dare to say it out loud. The God of Life said it went against the laws of nature, so it couldn't go against its laws. Not to mention it was too late.

On the contrary, Ang kept waving his hands, guiding those fragments over, and the little angel also jumped up and down, capturing those drifting god fragments like catching butterflies.

"The second thing is, I want to see the newborn Tree of Life." The voice of the God of Life sounded slowly.

Negris noticed that the God of Life said Tree of Life, not World Tree, which made it stunned for a moment. Could it be that it was talking about the small sapling? How did it know about the existence of the small sapling? How did it know the small sapling was in their hands?

"What is the Tree of Life you are talking about?" Negris asked tentatively.

"On the God of Undead, there is the aura of the Tree of Life. It is with you, but I can't sense its existence." The God of Life said.

Ang took out the small sapling.

The small sapling was already used to this suddenly changing environment, a bit lazy, but soon it became excited because the surrounding environment was completely different, with many auras of life.

It hurriedly climbed to the edge of the pot, looking around, seeing many trees, grass, flowers, and a huge aura of life, which made it excitedly wave its branches and leaves, trying hard to emit information: Harder—grow—grow—

One could feel the smile of the God of Life from the tone: "Hehehe, what a vibrant Tree of Life, as vibrant as I was when I was young."

"Hehe, don't talk nonsense. You said it yourself, you didn't have consciousness when you were young." Negris exposed the lie of the God of Life on the spot.

"Uh, did I say that? You remembered wrong, you are old, you remembered wrong." The God of Life denied it flatly.

A thought focused on the small sapling. This focus made the small sapling even more excited, waving its branches and leaves: Huhu—grow—Huhu—grow—

The God of Life was like an old man who had seen through the world, suddenly seeing his little grandson coming, and he laughed out loud when he spoke: "Hehe, really vibrant, this is the real Tree of Life. After I dissipate, you will be the only Tree of Life in the world."

Negris suddenly felt a bit sad. A super life that had lived for more than ninety-one thousand years was about to disappear before its eyes, and it couldn't do anything. Is eternal life so difficult? Even a god who claims to be life can't do it?

"Birth, growth, withering, and death are the laws of nature. I cannot go against them. I can only give you a small gift." Following the words of the God of Life, a green light spot suddenly appeared in the air, and then slowly drifted toward the small sapling.

However, before it fell on the small sapling, Ang reached out his hand, supported the green light spot, and asked: "What is this?"

That posture was like a parent stopping others from feeding their children snacks.

"Some experience and knowledge of the growth process. Some environments that formed experience have disappeared. It might not encounter such an environment in the process of growing, and it is difficult to get the same experience again. Perhaps these experiences will be useful to it in the future." The God of Life said a long string of words very rarely.

Saying this, Ang understood. The environment in which the God of Life grew up was unique. The small sapling might not encounter it, and it would be impossible to produce the same experience.

But if it encountered the same situation, without experience to deal with it, it would very likely lead to accidents or death.

Just like the disease the God of Life is suffering from now, if the small sapling encounters it in the future, it can also have experience to deal with it.

When plants face various diseases and insect pests, they mainly rely on scale and evolution to deal with them, letting those unlucky ones wither and die, and the lucky ones evolve resistance, thereby surviving.

The World Tree obviously cannot adopt this method, so the experience accumulated by the God of Life is very important to the small sapling.

Although the God of Life said so, Ang still carefully checked the green light spot, confirmed it was harmless, and then put it on the small sapling's head.

The small sapling looked blankly at the green light spot merging into its body, tilting its head puzzledly.

Everyone leaned over to observe curiously.

As soon as the small sapling saw so many heads leaning in front of it, it was no longer puzzled, waving its branches and leaves and pointing at Negris: Harder—grow—harder—grow

"It doesn't seem to have changed, still silly."

"Hehe, look around." The tone of the God of Life had a hint of pride. It was really incredible. A super life of ninety thousand years would still have such emotional changes.

Everyone turned their heads to look around, only to see all the plants growing wildly at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Alright, an accelerated version of the small sapling, but still a small sapling.

Thinking it would awaken some new ability, unfortunately not. Negris discussed with Ang in disappointment, and after obtaining Ang's consent, it said to the God of Life: "We might be able to cure your disease and let you live until the day your life ends."

Ang also reached into the Palace of Rest, preparing to cut a healing World Tree branch for the God of Life to see.

But as soon as his hand reached in, he felt something wrong. The bald, strong God's Body actually stood up, reaching out his hands to roast toward Ang's hand like roasting a fire.

Little ghost? Ang looked around, didn't find the little ghost, and tentatively sacrificed Holy Light on his hand.

The God's Body excitedly put his hands next to the Holy Light, roasting. However, his bald head and a body of tendons made this posture look very strange. Is it a tough guy roasting a fire?

Ang moved his hand bone, the Holy Light drifted to the left, the God's Body followed to the left, drifted to the right, the God's Body followed to the right. The hand bone drifted faster, the God's Body was anxious, and hugged Ang's hand bone.