"Your Majesty, my condolences." Nigris flapped his wings and comforted him feebly.

Gaillard turned around, forced a smile, and said with force, "Thank you, Mr. Naige, and thank you, Mr. Ange, for coming to support me. The elves will always remember your help."

Nigris quickly waved his hand and said: "No, no, we are here to save the old tree, not to help you."

Black lines appeared on Gaillard's forehead, and these words made people want to punch this brass dragon.

Nigris also realized that what he said was too straightforward, and quickly made up for it: "I'm here to help you by the way."

Gaillard sneered, not knowing what to say. It would have been better if Nigris didn't add the latter sentence, but it made her want to beat him up even more.

"What are your plans? In this situation, we can no longer live here. Do you have somewhere to move?" Negris asked.

Gaillard smiled gently and said firmly: "Where the God of Life is, it is the home of the elves, and we will build it well."

"That's good, but the old tree is burned to its current state and won't recover for a while. You have to be prepared to persevere for a long time. If you need help, just tell me. Ange should be able to help a lot, right?

Ah An..." Negris said as he turned his head, there was no sign of Ange anywhere.

"Zobada, could this dead skeleton..." An ominous premonition arose in his heart. Nigris flew around the tree of life, and soon found Ange. This guy was sowing seeds.

The little angel and the little zombie followed him and buried the seeds in the soil.

"Seobada, it's already this time, and you still think about planting things?" Nigris scolded angrily.

Ange ignored it and stepped on the footprints. The sapling above his head immediately waved its leaves enthusiastically.

I saw the newly planted seeds sprouting sprouts quickly and growing crazily.

Countless bugs were burned to ashes and then rolled into the air and scattered. The ground was already covered with a layer of bug ashes.

The Tree of Life was burned to a bare pole, and its ashes were spread all over the ground. Together with the rainwater used to extinguish the fire, the ground was thoroughly drenched.

Within the scope of the quick-death halo, countless plants grew like crazy. Gaillard was stunned by this magical scene. He stared at everything in disbelief.

The charred half of the Tree of Life suddenly cracked open on its charred surface, and a little green sprout popped out from inside.

"I understand." Nigris patted his psoas in excitement and said, "Vitality! The growth of plants can stimulate the vitality of the World Tree. If the forest is planted back, the Tree of Life will be restored."

Gaillard's eyes suddenly lit up.

In the next few days, all the elves in the forest were mobilized. They collected plants from other places and moved them around the Tree of Life, using the fastest speed to restore vitality to the surrounding areas.

Under the powerful stimulation of a large number of plants, countless buds sprouted from the parched tree of life, glowing with vitality.

But slowly, the elf discovered that the tree of life was recovering, but the God of Life still seemed to not want to pay attention to the elf. No matter how Galadel called it, it did not respond. Even the young elf fell off while playing on the tree.

Don't care anymore.

The only change is that it no longer drives the elves away, but allows them to return to the tree to live.

"Perhaps it's time for us to redefine the relationship between the elves and the God of Life." Galadel said earnestly.

On the sandbank in the Danhai plane, Nigris said helplessly to the emerald green tree core: "Are you really not going back to the Elf Forest? Do you really not care about it anymore? Let the elves know that I abducted you.

Sometimes you have to trouble me again."
Chapter completed!