Chapter 80

"Where did Lord Ang run off to? I really miss him so much, I wish I could follow him day and night." Luther said while carefully taking a small bite of the last piece of dried beet, holding it in his mouth and reluctant to swallow, savoring it carefully.

This was already the last piece of dried beet. If Ang didn't come back, he would run out of food. Originally, he said he would save it to replenish his strength when fighting, but he stayed here every day and was bored to death. Where was there any fighting? He accidentally ate it all.

Ah ah ah! Where did Lord Ang go? I miss his dried beets so much!

Just at this moment, at the edge of the basin where the World Transit Station is located, a light spot lit up, just like a large lighting magic array, clearly visible even in broad daylight.

"It's starting again. Ancestor Lisa... Miss Lisa plays with this thing every day, it's boring and dull. I really can't understand how she persists. Grandma Lan is the same, she was fooled by her... can't call her Grandma Lan anymore, I'll be beaten to death."

"Ouch, I'm going crazy. One by one, thousand-year-old old witches, making themselves younger than my sister, making Anna also eager to try to reincarnate as a lich, saying something about reincarnating early to stay young forever, and if you reincarnate when you're old, you can't be tender. Crazy, wanting to die before living enough."

Luther muttered in a low voice while carefully looking around, confirming that nothing had escaped his perception as a Sword Saint, and slipped to his side to hear his complaints.

This look really saw one. In a crack in the stone not far away, the pet ghost Black Face of Philin was exposing a small head and staring at him.

"Haha, morning Black Face." Luther laughed: "I'm going to find Miss Lisa." He ran away without a trace.

The glowing place has now been built into an altar. Although it is very simple, all piled up with large stones and shale pieces, it uses a lot of technology.

Grandma Lan introduced it to him, such as the height of the stone platform, making the believers' line of sight look up, creating the illusion that the person on the platform is very tall.

The angle of the stone pillars and shale half-surrounding the stone platform was calculated and adjusted. When the person on the platform speaks, the sound will be reflected by the stone pillars and shale behind, achieving a reverberation effect, making the sound appear thick and loud.

The direction of the altar is also carefully selected to ensure that light is projected through the gaps between the stone pillars behind, shining on the person, which will reflect a circle of light and shadow, making the image of the person on the platform even taller and holier.

Ouch, Luther was stunned when he heard it. An altar has so many doorways? Isn't it just surrounding everyone and kowtowing?

Grandma Lan glanced at him and said a meaningful sentence: "Lisa said, faith can be pious, but spreading faith requires skills."

Luther was still young and couldn't understand the meaning of this sentence. He felt that they were mysterious and unbelievable. He only believed in Lord Ang.

Originally wanting to wait until the sacrificial ceremony was over, Luther went over to ask about Lord Ang's whereabouts. Unexpectedly, Lisa shouted directly on the platform:

"Family members, our Lord Ang is summoning us. He is near the River of the Dead, the former Demon Valley, having tamed the Wind of Rest. Large areas of wasteland have become fertile soil, and Lord Ang is summoning us to go to the fertile fields to farm. Everyone who knows how to farm, gather, we are leaving immediately. The rest continue to dig soil."

Before Lisa finished speaking, the audience had already exploded.

"What? Tamed the Wind of Rest? The Wind of Rest has been tamed?"

"How is it possible? That is the Wind of Rest, the Wind of Rest that has been blowing for thousands of years. It was still blowing last night, how could it be tamed?"

"How is it impossible? That is our Lord Ang. Haven't you seen the miracle of Lord Ang stepping on the soil to become fertile fields and grain filling the ground? What is impossible about taming the Wind of Rest? And didn't it say it was tamed in the Demon Valley? Maybe the Wind of Rest there has already stopped."

"Taming the Wind of Rest, does that mean we can grow a lot of grain?"

"Not only can we grow grain, but we can also grow fruit trees, pick fruits to eat, and use trunks to make furniture, farm tools, and coffins."

"Yes, yes, yes, coffins. If I could have a coffin, I wouldn't have to bury my parents' bodies in the wilderness. Every year I go to worship, I have to look for them everywhere, not knowing where they wandered."

"Can we grow anything else? Can we grow tauren?"

"Silly child, tauren cannot be grown."

Lisa's words raised everyone's expectations. Because of the limitations of the terrain, Bingcheng and Lich City were already struggling to grow grain, and the quantity of other crops was very small.

The most important cash crop should be trees. Even in the Elven race, trees are the most important crop, none of them. It can provide fruits to act as grain.

If there were no trees, there would be no wooden products, such as furniture, farm tools, tableware, not even window frames. Everything must be made of stone, which is more time-consuming and fragile.

Why does Bingcheng only have three crossbow machines? Because there are no trees. Why don't the terraces in the Great Rift Valley have fences? No trees. Why are all the houses in Lich City stone houses? Still no trees.

Tree bark can also be used to twist hemp ropes. Without trees, there are no ropes. The straw ropes twisted from grain stalks can't even tie a door.

Trees, cotton, hemp, beans, bamboo, there are countless things that can be grown from the ground. Clothing, oil, vehicles, tools, weapons that people in the main material plane can see everywhere are rare goods here.

Not having lived in this world, one cannot understand the hardship here. Living is already not easy, what to mention... perhaps only undead creatures are qualified to exist in this world.

If the Wind of Rest could really be tamed, this world would definitely be very beautiful.

Others needed to organize their luggage to set off together, but Luther didn't need to. After hearing Lisa's words, he ran away, dragging a trail of dust and disappearing at the end of the horizon.

After all, a Sword Saint is a Sword Saint, running faster than a galloping horse. On the way, he gnawed the last half piece of dried beet he couldn't bear to eat, and finally arrived at the Demon Valley before dusk. From afar, he saw a tree appear on the wasteland, a small sapling that only reached his shoulder.

Seeing this tree, Luther was so startled that he slid, almost sliding in front of the sapling.

"This... this... there is a tree here?! There is a tree here! There is a tree!" Luther was already linguistically out of control with surprise. Except for tree tree tree, he didn't know what to say.

Looking left and right, looking around, there was only him. Luther didn't know what to do. He felt he should protect this precious tree, lest the Wind of Rest blow up and blow it to death.

But how to protect it? After looking around, he didn't find any stones, otherwise he could pile up a stone circle to surround it.

Just pile up a mound of soil. Looking at the sky, it should be in time. Luther put down his long sword, gathered his fighting spirit in both hands, and dug up the soil. A large amount of mud flew up from between his feet.