Chapter 81

His actions alarmed others. A man ran over from afar and asked loudly: "What are you doing? Don't dig the tree."

"Ah? Dig the tree, no, no, no, I want to protect it. I want to build a mound of soil to surround it, otherwise the Wind of Rest will blow it to death." Luther explained.

"Oh, no need to protect it. The Wind of Rest can't blow it to death. It grew up under the blowing of the Wind of Rest. There are many trees over there." The man said.

Following the direction the man pointed, Luther ran all the way and found that every distance, there was a sapling. Some grew strong, some grew crooked, but none looked like they had been blown by the Wind of Rest. Could it be that what Lisa said was true, and Lord Ang really tamed the Wind of Rest?

Running for a distance, Luther finally saw the situation he could understand. A few saplings were surrounded by stone walls piled up with stones.

"There is still the Wind of Rest, otherwise why surround it? The arrangement of each sapling is different. Is it an experiment? Just like the control group Lord Ang said?" Luther muttered.

All doubts stopped abruptly when he saw a row of tree walls. Only to see a green wall appearing on the horizon in the distance. Running closer, it was a row of trees as tall as a person, with one every five or six meters, much stronger than those he saw along the way, and they grew strangely.

Normal trees grow upwards, but the tops of these saplings had been pruned, all growing horizontally. The horizontal branches were strong, the branches and leaves were lush, covering the gaps between the trees, causing them to look like a wall from afar.

This way of growing doesn't look like a tree, but more like a shrub, but the branches and leaves are particularly lush. It's really strange.

Many people were active near the tree wall, among which a yellow figure flying around was particularly conspicuous.

"Lord Negris!" Luther looked like he saw a relative, flying over with a belly full of questions.

"Eh, it's Luther, why are you here? Good, come, one two three lift." After greeting Luther, Negris shouted to others. Everyone worked together to lift the one between the two trees and transplant it seven or eight meters away, forming a second row of tree walls.

Luther hurriedly went to help, asking while lifting: "Lord Negris, why are we moving this tree? Isn't planting it into a tree wall to block the wind? Wouldn't moving it away mean it won't block the wind?"

"We are researching the most reasonable wind-blocking arrangement. This broken tree can not only block the wind but also neutralize the destructive power of the Wind of Rest. The wind turns into a cool breeze after blowing through the gaps." Negris said in a tone of disgust.

It can really block the Wind of Rest! Luther was shocked. The speculation came true. What kind of broken tree is this? This is a divine tree, okay!

"How is it not a broken tree? Germination requires one environment, growing up requires one environment, planting too densely doesn't work, planting too sparsely doesn't work, planting only it doesn't work, watering is useless, fertilizing is useless, it must be that the nearby crops grow strong. It's troublesome to death, I'm going crazy. If it weren't for the fact that it can survive under the Wind of Rest and can block the wind, I would have shoveled it long ago."

Lightning poked its head out from behind a tree: "Shovel it, shovel it, shovel it~~~."

"Heh, it's Lightning, hello, eh, your horn has grown so much?" In excitement, Luther felt close to everyone he saw, pouncing over and wanting to hug Lightning, but Lightning dodged with a sliding step.

"Dodged well!" Luther's competitive spirit arose, his fighting spirit surged through his body, and his speed increased sharply as he rushed over.

Last time it was because Leonhard was riding it, Luther didn't put all his attention on it. This time, one-on-one, after a while, Luther grabbed the half-cut unicorn horn that had grown a palm high and dragged it back.

"Hey hey hey, let go, let go, otherwise I'll shock you." Lightning looked like it wanted to struggle but didn't dare to use force.

Negris laughed loudly: "Good, caught well, Luther, you hold it, I'll go get a saw to saw its horn. Kuba Da, I know why its horn broke, I'm going to saw it off now."

Negris flew away excitedly to get a saw, but by the time he came back with the saw, Lightning was gone, and Luther had an extra bag on his waist, filled with beet heads.

Cursing Luther bitterly, Negris held the saw with his small, short hand and sawed off some extra branches of the sapling.

"Lord Negris, please don't be angry, I'll catch it back later. You'd better not saw the tree, what if you saw it to death? By the way, you haven't said what kind of divine tree this is, that it can withstand the Wind of Rest?" Luther thought he had angered the Brass Dragon and hurriedly comforted him.

"Saw a tornado to death, I'm pruning it. You said it, catch it back for me later. Pruning branches and leaves can make it grow more regularly and faster, and there are no seeds. Ang said to get more branches to see if they can be cut. Haha, if it can succeed, the Elves will go crazy." Negris laughed loudly.

"Elves? Why would the Elves go crazy?" Luther asked puzzled.

"This is the World Tree, World Tree. Elves can't even sprout it with seeds, let alone cutting. However, it grows well in the early stage, but it's too difficult to grow in the later stage. And so many trees have been planted, none of them have consciousness. Without consciousness, it can't be called a World Tree." Negris said regretfully.

"Elves? Eh? I seem to have heard about the Elves recently, but why would the Elves go crazy? Is this the legendary World Tree? Is the World Tree the Elves'? Isn't it good to grow it?" Luther asked puzzled.

Negris's heart moved. That's right, why do I always feel that the Elves will go crazy? Isn't it a good thing that the World Tree is grown? The Elves should be happy if they know it, right?

Negris thought about it. Perhaps it was because when he was a guest in the Elven race, the arrogance of those Elves and their reverence for the World Tree led to his feeling. Those Elves even looked at others with disgust when they approached the World Tree, let alone the World Tree being grown by others.

Thinking of this, Negris's mischievous heart arose, and he asked quietly: "You say, what if we sell World Tree seedlings to the Elves, what do you think?"

Luther didn't care what it was like. He didn't have Negris's bad taste. He just wanted to find Lord Ang: "Where did the Lord go?"

"Growing vegetables, where else can he go? Recently, the Quick Death Aura has been used too much, which has squeezed him dry. Now he is obediently growing vegetables in the normal way."

Coming to the terraces of the Great Rift Valley, only to see the Angel Skeleton carrying Ang's scapula, flying slowly flutteringly. Ang spread his hands sideways, casting the Rain Spell continuously, and water droplets sprinkled out from his palms like a shower.

Luther looked distorted: "This method is really 'normal'. Is the Lord casting magic with both hands at the same time? Casting two spells at the same time?"