Chapter 79

The World Tree, as the Son of Thunder, the unicorn, the darling of the forest, certainly knows. If it could eat one, it would be the first unicorn in history to eat the World Tree. Just thinking about it is majestic. At that time, it could be renamed—World Tree Destroyer Lightning.

"Are you crazy!" Negris jumped up on the spot and hit its knee: "This is the holy relic of the Elven race, the god of the Elves. The entire Elven race was protected and multiplied by it. The huge and prosperous Elven Empire, you actually dare to eat its seedling? The Elven race will go crazy and destroy your unicorn..."

Before he finished speaking, he saw Ang pluck one and hand it to Lightning's mouth.

Lightning glared at Negris, stuck out its long tongue, slowly rolled the seedling into its mouth, deliberately chewed its mouth with a large movement, and had a provocative expression.

Negris was furious, flew up and whipped it with his tail, but Lightning nimbly shrank its head and dodged, continuing to raise its eyebrows provocatively.

However, Lightning's pride didn't last long. Suddenly, its whole face wrinkled, as if someone had stuffed a ton of green lemons into it, and tears even sprayed out.

"Quick, quick, spit it out, is it poisonous?" Negris was anxious. Although he was angry, he didn't want Lightning to be poisoned to death.

Lightning didn't spit it out, but swallowed it in one gulp, then stuck out its big tongue and panted there: "So... hu... so... so powerful vitality, hu..."

"Vitality? You can even taste vitality? What does it taste like?" Negris was surprised.

Lightning gave him a rare, strange eye-roll: "I am a unicorn, I can even taste the taste of lightning. It's a bit sour and numb."

After speaking, Lightning ran to Ang's side, circled around doing 'pony jumps', and said flatteringly: "Lord Ang, Boss, give me something to eat, I don't want to waste this vitality."

Ang tilted his head curiously and poured out a pile of grain and beets.

Lightning buried its head and chewed crunchily.

Ang looked at Lightning carefully and found that it had indeed changed. How to say it, the aura of life was much more active. As it ate, the aura slowly grew stronger.

What a strange change. Ang also wanted to try, reached out and wanted to pluck the World Tree bud, but was hugged by Negris, who had been on guard: "You are not life, wake up, you can't eat it."

After some persuasion, he finally dispelled Ang's plan to divide them all up and eat them.

"You might as well raise it. It's still a seedling now. Only when it's big can it be called a World Tree." Negris said.

"Can it be eaten?" Ang tilted his head.

Negris went crazy: "Of course it can be eaten. Its fruit is delicious, but why do you care if it can be eaten? You don't eat things."

Ang tilted his head, a bit puzzled. If things can't be eaten, why plant them?

"Uh, there are many cash crops, cotton, hemp, lacquer, oil, bamboo, all can be planted, and have extremely high economic value. For example, clothes need cotton and hemp to weave, beans can be fried for oil, tung-palm trees can produce lacquer, and bamboo goes without saying, an accelerator of civilization."

After Negris's explanation, the former vegetable-growing skeleton learned for the first time that many things are not planted for eating.

Ang nodded to show understanding: "Plant things to eat."

Negris bumped his head into the ground. It turned out that his explanation was in vain.

Since the World Tree can be eaten, then continue planting. Ang has already mastered the germination technique of the World Tree. Later, he will urge all the remaining seeds to sprout.

But before that, Ang must research the most suitable growth environment for the World Tree, because the sprouted seedlings didn't consume too much fertility in the soil. In other words, fertility is not the key to the World Tree's sprouting and growth.

Transplanting, Ang lifted the sprouted seedlings, transplanted one to the place outside the valley where the Wind of Rest blew, watered it thoroughly, and then used the aura to accelerate growth for a short while, slowed the seedlings, and then surrounded it with soil, allowing the Wind of Rest to blow over the bud top, but not to the roots and stems.

All soil mixed with different fertilizers was transplanted with one seedling each, including the volcanic gravel where no grass grew.

Finally, three were inserted into essence liquid, ordinary water, and purified holy water respectively.

Early the next morning, one left in the original germination ground died, the one on the volcanic gravel died, and the three inserted in liquid died. The rest inserted in different fertilizer soils didn't die, but were withered and listless. Only the one transplanted in the vegetable garden had no change.

The most magical thing was that the one outside the valley was not blown to death by the Wind of Rest, just withered and listless.

After looking at all the transplanted seedlings, Negris had a big head: "What does this mean? The seedlings in the germination ground died? That place can sprout, but can't grow seedlings? What kind of logic is this."

Ang said: "Aura, sprout, no aura, die."

"You mean the reason the germination ground can sprout is because it cooperates with the aura. Without the aura, it is not suitable for the World Tree to grow?" Negris asked.

Confirming that this was exactly what Ang meant, he couldn't help but say: "Then you continue to use the aura, directly urge it into a big tree."

"No soul flames." Ang said.

Before, soul flames couldn't be used up; now, soul flames are not enough. The Quick Death Aura is a big consumer of soul flames.

Now Negris had no choice. There were so many people in the Abyss of Rest. Even if he wanted to develop believers, there was nowhere to develop them. Otherwise, if there were a scale of hundreds of millions of believers, would he be afraid of not having enough soul flames?

Eh, no, there was still a group of people who hadn't been developed into believers. Negris turned his head and looked into the valley, where an old man had been poking his head to watch the situation, carefully refusing to leave, and not daring to approach to disturb.

These former slaves of demons, didn't they all have no faith?

"Little friend, come here." Negris called the human old man over and asked him to gather all the humans in the valley.

Dragging and dragging, it took almost an hour before everyone gathered one after another. Everyone looked at Negris fearfully, with a trace of curiosity in their fear. Not to mention these former slaves, many people who had traveled north and south might not have seen a brass dragon, let alone a 'premature' brass dragon that wasn't even as big as a dragon egg.

Negris flew in front of the humans with a bag of grain confidently, tore open the bag to reveal the grain inside, and shouted loudly: "You, do you believe in the undead!"

After Negris finished shouting, he expected soul flames to surge. When Ang threw a bag of grain in front of the Tauren aunt back then, that aunt was crying and shouting to believe in the undead.

But the humans' reaction exceeded Negris's expectations. They whispered to each other, then kowtowed to Negris one after another, turned and left. That posture didn't look like they wanted to believe in the undead at all.

Not long after leaving, the humans each carried grain bags back, piled them at Negris's feet, and then kowtowed.

After a long while, Negris finally understood what was going on and roared helplessly: "I asked you if you believe in the undead! Believing in the undead has grain, not asking you to pay grain tax ah ah ah ah!!!"

The slaves were used to handing over eighty percent after growing grain. After the demons died, no one collected grain. Negris took out the grain bag and asked if they believed in the undead. Everyone naturally misunderstood, thinking it was collecting grain tax, so they hurried home to bring the extra grain.

Having been slaves for so many generations, who had seen others give them grain? Anyway, no matter what he said, they didn't believe it.

Negris was a bit crazy. Ang had clearly used this trick, why was it so effective when he used it?

"Ah, ah! Ah ah!!" The crowd suddenly became restless, everyone turned to the valley direction in unison, and surged over.

Only to see on the soil slope of the valley, Ang stepped down a footprint, and the land that had been opened into beet gardens bloomed with thick green, just like a miracle.

As a vegetable-growing skeleton, growing vegetables is the main business, and cultivating World Tree seedlings is incidental. The soil slopes nearby had long been sprinkled with beet seeds by Ang. Under the Quick Death Aura, the seeds sprouted and grew leaves rapidly, completing the entire growth process under the eyes of everyone.

The slaves had never seen such a magical thing, screaming and kneeling to kowtow, their eyes full of fanaticism and incredulity.

Ang was startled by the movement. Turning his head to look, he was taken aback. Surging soul flames surged toward him like a tide, even more fierce than the time in the new underground city. How dared Ang receive it? He guided it all into the Hand of Dimensional Passage.

Looking at the soul flames surging into his left hand, looking at the humans kowtowing devoutly in the distance, Ang tilted his head and simply pulled out the mature beets in the ground and threw them at them.

Equivalent exchange. They offered so many soul flames, then give them all the beets. Ang thought.

"This... is this a reward from the Lord to us? What is this?" Looking at the beets being thrown over one after another, people widened their eyes and muttered incredulously.

The former slaves who couldn't even get enough grain to eat, when had they seen a crop like beets? They picked them up in their hands in a panic, at a loss.

Some children couldn't resist the fragrance emitted by the vegetable leaves and took a bite, then wrinkled their little faces. Human taste buds couldn't adapt to the taste of eating leaves raw.

Someone gathered the courage to take a bite of the root, and the juice surged into the mouth, instantly erupting a wave of shock that shocked the soul: "Too delicious! How can there be such delicious food in the world!? Too delicious!!"

The praise of the pioneers stimulated their companions. Seeing that Ang was not angry, everyone gathered the courage to bite the beets in their hands. The taste of sweetness instantly conquered everyone's taste buds, stimulating the secretion of dopamine, producing a strong sense of pleasure and happiness.

Many people ate and ate, and started crying.

"Thank you, Lord, for the food." Gratitude and worship came partly from food, and mostly from 'bestowal'. In their long slave life, no one had ever kindly bestowed anything upon them.

Thus, another wave of surging soul flames.

Ang scratched his skull, a bit hesitant whether to pull out the World Tree seedlings and throw them to them, otherwise it wouldn't be 'equivalent'.

"What are you doing? Didn't you say there were no soul flames? Why do you want to use soul flames to grow vegetables again?" Negris flew over angrily.

Ang pointed to the World Tree seedlings on the ground: "They don't consume fertilizer, plants grow, they grow."

Negris looked at the World Tree seedlings suspiciously, shocked to find that the seedlings that had just sprouted were now a section taller, growing two small leaf petals.

"Plants grow, so it grows? You did this to verify this? No wonder the place where the World Tree is is full of dense forests. Kuba Da, if the Elves are afraid that other plants will compete with the World Tree for nutrients and clear all the plants nearby before planting, wouldn't there be no chance to grow the World Tree forever?" Negris thought in shock.

Ang tilted his head and said another thing that scared Negris: "They are not afraid of the Wind of Rest, can be planted outside."

PS: Two updates, three chapters, writing while publishing, absolutely no stock, honest and diligent.