Chapter 92

Gailade and all the elf guards jumped up in fright, drawing their swords and looking around, their hearts trembling. A dignified Dragon Hunter was actually approached by someone to the teleportation array to speak, and she hadn't discovered it? If the other party wanted to assassinate her, wouldn't it be easy?

What was scary was that even if the other party was speaking right now, Gailade still couldn't see the other party's figure, as if they didn't exist at all, but there was clearly a voice sounding.

But soon she reacted. Only one existence had the ability to hide from her perception and make a sound here, and still invite others to chat in the tone of a master.

"World Tree?" Negris's tentative inquiry came from the teleportation array.

God of Nature, protector of elves, World Tree.

All the elves knelt down with a clatter, and Gailade was no exception. The proud head that would never lower to anyone was now deeply lowered, revealing a white back of the neck.

"￥…#@…￥." Dragon language.

"#￥#*￥#*￥（#￥." Dragon language.

Negris teleported over unwillingly.

Such a malnourished Huang Tong Dragon appeared from the teleportation array. Gailade and the other elves dropped their jaws. The one who spoke to her in such an old-fashioned way was such a cute little thing?

Negris was very unwilling to come over, because the more information exposed, the easier it was to be targeted by elves. But he couldn't not come. The World Tree threatened him that if he didn't come, it would crawl through the teleportation array to beat him.

Negris didn't know how one could crawl through the teleportation array to beat someone, but the World Tree was a ten-thousand-year-old tree. What if it had a way?

Anyway, he was just a projection. If he died, he died. At worst, he wouldn't want this body.

"Disperse, don't disturb my guest." The World Tree's voice echoed in all the elves' ears like a breeze.

Gailade looked at that small yellow figure, and a bad premonition arose in her heart.

"Negris, long time no see. How did you become a Corpse Dragon? And so small, is it because the dragon egg was broken?" Before Negris flew to the tree crown, the World Tree's low voice slowly sounded in his ear.

If High Priest Kai Lan Dai Er heard this, her head would be scared bald. When she prayed to the World Tree recently, she often didn't receive a response from the World Tree. Occasionally, there were only three or five words, not like this long passage now.

She originally thought the World Tree was old and weak and didn't respond. It turned out it was just too lazy to respond to her.

Negris had stayed with Lightning for too long. He hadn't learned anything else, but his poisonous tongue had been learned to ten percent. He casually responded: "Your seeds are the ones that are broken. If I hadn't sold World Tree saplings to the elves, you would really be extinct."

"Sigh, even if you sell them saplings, in their hands, the World Tree will sooner or later go extinct one day."

"Ah? What do you mean by that? By the way, why don't you teach them how to urge germination, breed, and plant? And even planted two trees to death?" Negris asked in confusion.

"I don't know how to urge germination, just like you don't know how to give birth to young dragons," the World Tree said.

Speaking of this, Negris was unconvinced: "Who says I don't know how to give birth to young dragons? Find a female dragon and lie on top, that's it."

"And then? How do young dragons combine in the female dragon's body, how do they grow up, how do they hatch? Do you know all that?"

"Of course I know. The male and female dragon's life essence combines and fertilizes, forming a fertilized egg, then the egg membrane hardens, forming an eggshell, then it's born, hatches in a suitable environment, and finally becomes a young dragon." Negris explained.

The World Tree was stunned for a long time before it had to say: "Forgot you are the God of Knowledge, but I don't know how to urge germination, because when I had self-cognition, I was already a huge tree. I haven't experienced the stage of germination."

"Makes sense. I also don't know how I was born, but I know how other little dragons are born. Unfortunately, you don't have other World Trees for you to see." Negris understood a bit why it didn't understand urging germination.

The World Tree didn't understand urging germination, so it was very difficult for any sprout to come out. Looking at the conditions Ang needed when urging germination, Negris felt his head was big.

"It doesn't matter. I have thousands of seeds in one fruit. Once the flowering period arrives, billions of flowers bloom together, bearing hundreds of millions of fruits. In one year, there are hundreds of billions of seeds. When they are scattered across the earth and the abyss, there are always some that can luckily find a suitable environment and take root and sprout."

Negris nodded. The germination rate of the World Tree's seeds was very high. Except for the hundreds wasted in the early experiments, the rest were almost all urged to sprout. The germination rate reached ninety-nine point nine nine nine percent.

Even if the World Tree didn't understand urging germination, no matter how harsh the conditions for germination were, even if the probability was only one in a trillion, under a huge base, there would always be some that could succeed.

The number of World Tree seeds clearly followed that breeding direction of winning by quantity. Hundreds of billions of seeds in one year, tens of trillions in ten years, how many should there be in one hundred thousand years?

"But why is there still not a single sprout?" Negris asked in confusion.

"The elves don't let the seeds be lost," the World Tree said.

Negris's heart trembled violently.

The World Tree needs to scatter seeds, relying on quantity to exchange for germination probability. Many plants are like this. Some make their fruits sweeter, attracting birds to swallow them, and then fly to distant places to excrete the seeds.

However, in order to prevent the World Tree from being lost, the elves prevented the seeds from being lost. Every year after the fruits ripen, they send people to pick the fruits, hollow out the seeds inside, and then feed them to birds and beasts. As for the elves who have eaten the fruits, they are not allowed to leave the elf territory within three to five days.

So, the biggest reason why the World Tree cannot sprout is the elves themselves. And these elves were raised by the World Tree. Good heavens, the species raised by itself has sterilized itself.

"Then why don't you tell them? And don't teach them how to plant trees?" Negris asked.

"Is this not a part of nature? If the World Tree is to go extinct, it may mean that this species is not suitable for survival. Moreover, one plane is not suitable for having two World Trees." The World Tree didn't care much and said slowly.

Negris suddenly realized that his view on life was completely different from the World Tree's. He thought death was a very terrible thing, but clearly, the tree in front of him didn't think so.

The World Tree thought that extinction was a part of nature, and that the species raised by itself leading to its own extinction was even more a part of nature's choice. Heavens, this conversation cannot continue.

"Then you are going to die soon, what will those elves do?" Negris asked. The World Tree is the god of the elves. If the World Tree really dies, can the elves continue to reproduce?

"Yes, I am already very old, and I will die in more than nine thousand years. I hope these elves can find a new way of survival before I wither and die," the World Tree sighed.

"Pfft, nine thousand years? I'm not talking to you anymore." Negris vomited blood and turned to leave. He originally regretted that a hundred-thousand-year-old life was about to pass away. Who knew that the remaining lifespan of others was almost longer than his whole life? Regret my ass.

Turning back to the teleportation array, he started the teleportation array himself angrily. Gailade, who hadn't left yet, hesitated a few times and finally asked: "Hello, noble guest, may I ask if you are Lord God of Knowledge?"

Negris responded without looking back: "Yes, that's that silly Huang Tong Dragon."

Gailade's face turned red to the roots of her ears. Scolding people behind their backs isn't embarrassing; what's embarrassing is being caught red-handed.

Negris, who teleported back, happened to see Ang. The little tree sapling on his head, which had grown a large section and was higher than the edge of the flowerpot, sensed the movement and was twisting its body, waving two leaves at him and sending information: Exert force—grow—exert force—grow—.

Negris's eyes lit up. He turned back to the teleportation array and sent a teleportation request.

Although strange why he returned after leaving, Gailade still agreed to the teleportation. The returning Negris quickly flew to the tree crown and said to the World Tree:

"I know a guy who is most suitable for spreading your seeds and won't have selfish motives like the elves. If you give some benefits, I will let him go everywhere to plant World Trees."