Chapter 255

Negris stretched his neck, slowly, slowly, picked up the sapling from Ang's hand, slowly, slowly, buckled it onto Ang's head, and slanted at the War Treant with a provocative expression.

The sapling looked at the behemoth as high as one hundred meters in front of him, also very excited, waving its leaves: Hard—grow—hard—grow—

The War Treant looked at his body in disbelief. The bark hardened into a layer of shell with a "crack, crack." Inside the shell, there were some vertical upward hollow channels, and fine buds grew out of the branches on the top of the head, covering the canopy like tender green curly hair.

The War Treant instantly felt the temperature of his body drop rapidly. He was almost heat-fainted, but now, because of the temperature difference, the air rose rapidly from the hollow channels of the shell, forming a chimney effect, quickly taking away the heat of his body.

At the same time, the hardened shell also isolated the heat of the sun and blocked the evaporation of water on the body surface, making the entire War Treant cool down.

And the tender green curly buds covered his head like a fluffy hat, blocking the fierce sunlight, allowing him to better adapt to the desert climate.

Once the two changes were completed, the War Treant, who was almost withered by the sun just now, felt comfortable all of a sudden.

However, these were no longer important. The War Treant looked at the sapling that caused all this excitedly, stuck his feet into the ground, supported his arms on the ground, and his entire torso tilted down. A low voice sounded: "Treant Goer, pay homage to the God of Life."

Negris didn't let the tree go, flapped his wings and flew up, grabbed the leaves of the sapling with his little claws, and asked loudly: "Who was it that said they wanted to wage war on us just now!?"

When Negris's little claws touched the sapling, the War Treant was a bit anxious and subconsciously wanted to stop it. Facing Negris's questioning, he hurriedly denied: "No, no, it wasn't me."

Negris was triumphant: Can't I deal with you?

However, when he turned his head to look, he was immediately panicked. I saw the Little Angel, Little Zombie, Lisa, Anna, Xiludi, Aubenli... all staring at him fiercely. If it weren't for Ang on the side, I'm afraid they would have pounced and dismantled him by now.

He forgot that the sapling is not only the god of the treants, but also everyone's little cutie.

After laughing dryly a few times, Negris hurriedly changed the subject and shouted loudly to Treant Goer: "Who are you? Why are you here? Who sent you?"

Treant Goer's low voice sounded: "I am Treant Goer, a War Treant. The elves sent me. They said someone here hired..."

Speaking of this, Treant Goer's gaze fell on the sapling, and as if thinking of something, he immediately changed his words. His low voice became a bit high-pitched: "I came here myself. I want to serve the God of Life. That is my lifelong pursuit and dream!"

"..." Everyone looked at each other. This War Treant doesn't seem to be as honest and honest as the legend says.

The War Treant took root in the City of Beauty just like that, right next to the World Tree. Because his body was taller and stronger than the World Tree, he immediately became the highest point of the City of Beauty.

Lisa was not polite either, and directly sent people to build a platform on the top of the tree to use as a watchtower.

"Use soft wood to make the frame, place it where there are tree knots, and tie it firmly, otherwise it will wear out my skin." Upon learning that a platform was to be built, Goer not only didn't refuse, but also enthusiastically gave guidance.

"Why refuse? If you build a watchtower, will you send people to keep watch? That would be great, someone to chat with."

"Goer is most afraid of boredom. The forest is lively, and there are many animals to chat with. Here it is too hot and desolate. The elves said there was a war, so I came."

"Oh, oh, oh, no, no, no, I came to serve the God of Life. That is my lifelong pursuit and dream!"

Negris discovered that this treant is simply a chatterbox, and has no principles or stance. He can deny and change what he just said. He was obviously fooled by the elves, but he insisted on saying it was to serve the sapling. He didn't even know the existence of the sapling before he came.

But Goer just changed his words without blushing or panting.

"Why are we called War Treants? Because we are treants bestowed with the mission of war and protection by the God of Life, not those weak shepherd treants who live by grazing plants. War is our mission! Destroy the enemy!"

Chatting to this point, Negris discovered that there is actually a contempt chain among treants. Goer's tone clearly looked down on shepherd treants.

"Why am I the only one? The strength of a War Treant, one is enough to change the battle... Well, it's because other treants dislike it being too hot here and refused to come."

Speaking of this, Goer couldn't help complaining: "It's too hot here. I rested during the day and traveled at night all the way, and it took more than a month to get here. During the day, I have to stick my roots deep, otherwise I won't be able to absorb water, and the bark will crack."

"It's much better now. The God of Life bestowed upon me the ability to adapt to the desert climate. Look at these hollow channels. They can pull the air from under my feet and discharge it from the canopy, taking away the heat. Now being exposed to the sun, I don't feel uncomfortable anymore. God of Life, God forever."

Negris asked curiously: "Why don't you reject the sapling at all? It's really not a clone of the God of Life. It's not the same one as that old tree."

"It's the same. The small God of Life, the old one is also the God of Life. Can't there be two Gods of Life?" Treant Goer didn't care at all.

After listening to Goer's answer, Negris suddenly discovered that the believers of the Tree of Life don't seem to be exclusive, including the elves, who don't reject other religious beliefs, unlike the Church of Light, where those who don't believe in light are all heretics.

Of course, although the elves don't reject, they look down on other creatures, and their exclusivity is even more serious than the Church of Light.

Encountering such a chatterbox war giant tree, Negris easily extracted all the intelligence he wanted to know, including the current situation of the elves.

They are still in a state of being expelled, and the green mist still shrouds the World Tree, making it impossible for the elves to approach, which means the World Tree has not forgiven them.

After asking about things he was interested in, Negris didn't want to chat anymore, but Treant Goer's desire to talk didn't decrease, pulling Negris and not letting him go.

Negris couldn't stand it, and hurriedly said: "I'll find someone humorous and interesting to chat with you."

"Humorous and interesting? Great, I like chatting with humorous and interesting people the most. The elves are too boring and don't like to talk at all. It's not as good as that horse." Goer complained.

Horse? Negris was puzzled. Why mention a horse for no reason? What horse is there in the Elf Forest? Could it be that this treant left because no one in the Elf Forest would accompany him to chat?

Puzzled as he was, Negris still called Lightning, who was left in the Abyss of Rest. From a few kilometers away, Lightning shouted excitedly: "Wow, chatterbox Goer, why are you here? Haven't you been chopped down by the elves and burned as firewood yet?"

"Eh, stinky-mouthed horse? Why are you here? I just thought of you. How did your horn grow out? Didn't anyone cut it off? People outside have such good tempers." Treant Goer was also surprised.

Okay, now Negris understands who "that horse" is. These two guys are obviously old acquaintances. After meeting and exchanging greetings, they started cursing at each other.

Negris watched for a while, seeing that they didn't fight, and Treant Goer even reached down his arm, wanting to lift Lightning to the platform at the top to facilitate cursing.

But Lightning didn't accept this kindness and directly walked through the air around the giant tree, flying to the platform by himself.

"They seem to be quite familiar, and they didn't fight, that's good." Negris left with peace of mind, but after a while, he suddenly thought of a problem.

Lightning and Goer are old acquaintances. One has a stinky mouth and the other is a chatterbox. Neither of them looks like a normal unicorn or treant. Could it be that it was caused by them knowing each other?

If so, then putting them together again now, will the problems of stinky mouth and chatterbox continue to evolve?

Lightning already makes people have a headache. If the stinky mouth evolves further...

The consequences are too terrible to think about. Run, run.

The next day, the elves came to the door. Aistoria closed her eyes and asked with a smile: "Negris, are you satisfied with the elves' compensation?"

"Satisfied, satisfied." Negris smiled brightly. It has to be said that the wealthy elves, when they seriously compensate, are very satisfying and full of sincerity.

The elves almost rebuilt the City of Beauty, forcibly transforming the bare desert city into a garden city, and the livability index has increased by I don't know how much.

In the past, those wealthy people who came for beauty treatments almost all disliked the environment of the City of Beauty and left in a hurry after finishing the project. Now it is different. Many people even have the idea of living here for a long time. During this period, more and more people are consulting Lisa about settling down.

The transformation of the City of Beauty actually has another meaning, which is equivalent to the elves announcing to the outside world that the City of Beauty is covered by them.

Besides that, there are some material things, such as millions of magic crystals, some precious medicinal materials, wood, minerals, etc., and the total value is definitely over one hundred million.

The elves compensated without blinking an eye. How could Negris not be satisfied?

Ang is even more satisfied, because the elves collected seeds of sixty thousand kinds of plants for him...

"Then..." Aistoria said with a smile.

Looking at her forced smile, Negris was even more satisfied. This elf didn't even know how to smile when she first came, and had a stinky face all day, as if someone owed her millions.

Look, she finally knows how to smile now. Her heart must be full of joy.

"I can go and tell the God of Life, but just because we are satisfied doesn't mean the God of Life will forgive you. I can't control the will of the God of Life, understand?" Negris said.

Aistoria's expression dimmed, and she nodded dejectedly.

Of course they know that the will of the God of Life cannot be controlled by others, but Negris speaking for them can always save a little bit.

Taking out her staff, Aistoria stomped on the ground, and with a surge of magic, an oval light circle appeared in front of her.

"Teleportation gate?!" Negris was shocked in his heart, looking at Aistoria up and down with disbelief.

Aistoria just stood there silently, not at all like someone who had just cast a teleportation gate, as if it were a trivial magic.

Negris didn't say anything either, and drilled into the teleportation gate. Aistoria followed into the teleportation gate, and the oval light circle disappeared.

Xiludi ran out of a house quickly, with green mask still on her face, only in time to see the moment the teleportation gate disappeared. She couldn't care about the mask on her face being scattered, and shouted excitedly: "Teleportation gate? Is it the teleportation gate that has been lost for many years?"

The magic of the teleportation gate has been lost for many years. As a space mage, she has never been able to master this space magic.

Half an hour later, the teleportation gate opened again. Negris flew back, found Ang and reported: "Ang, I told the World Tree, we have forgiven the elves."

"Oh." Ang responded, not knowing if he heard it or not. He was fully focused on fiddling with the seeds the elves had just given him. For things he wasn't interested in, even if he heard them, he could forget them in a turn.

Negris was already used to it, and reported on his own: "The World Tree withdrew the green mist, but it didn't forgive the elves, refused the elves to live on the tree, and didn't give the Life Fruit to the elves to eat. There are some new substances in the fruit. The elves get diarrhea as soon as they eat it, but other animals have no problem eating it."

"This problem is very serious. Without the Life Fruit, the lifespan of the elves will be shortened a lot. Their original lifespan is only two hundred years, not even a long-lived species."

"Oh." Ang responded, continuing to fiddle with his seeds.

"Anyway, the situation is like this. The elves spent so much effort, but couldn't get the forgiveness of the World Tree. They will have a headache later," Negris said gloatingly.

"Oh." Ang responded again. After a while, he suddenly raised his head and looked in a certain direction, then ran over, and soon disappeared into the night.

The Little Angel and Little Zombie who were playing on the side hurriedly followed.

Negris was stunned for a moment, and hurriedly flapped his wings to chase. After chasing for a while, he found that Ang and the others had already run away, so he simply stopped chasing and instead projected onto Ang.

After projecting onto Ang, he only felt a gust of wind. Ang ran with all his might, and his speed was almost able to catch up with Lightning.

Not long after, he ran to the side of the Falling Dragon Lake. I saw Luo Ge fighting fiercely with three Black Knights, and the loud noise of weapons clashing connected into a piece.

Luo Ge is the Emperor of Black Knights. Although his martial arts are not as good as Anthony's, they are definitely not weak. But the three Black Knights he faced were not weak either. Two of them were Duke level, and the other was a Black Knight Emperor of the same level as him.

Fighting one against one Emperor and two Dukes, Luo Ge was in danger. Seeing Ang coming, he hurriedly shouted: "My lord, save me."

Because Ang didn't wear a straw hat, the enemy Black Knight Emperor said unhappily: "Hmph, a golden skeleton? You let a golden skeleton save you? You are too shameful for the Black Knights. Dismantle it."

The last sentence was said to the two Dukes. The two Black Knight Dukes immediately abandoned Luo Ge and turned to rush towards Ang, their blurred faces full of cruel expressions. A golden skeleton, dismantling it into pieces is just a matter of a few seconds.