Chapter 840 Witness the wrath of nature, despicable one! (Breaking update 5/5)
Gretel was wearing a burlap robe, riding a huge white deer, holding an oak staff with a white snake coiled around the staff. Step by step, he stepped through the wilderness, swamps, woods and field ridges.
In front of the mount, the barbarian is loyal and leading the way; behind the mount, a beautiful elf girl with a smile like a flower sits on the back of the snow-white unicorn, looking up at him from time to time.
The moonlight is like water, shining on a group of three people, and the breeze blows, making it poetic and picturesque -
Of course, the so-called unicorn or something is Miss Silver Dragon putting an illusory shell on the Phantom Colt. This is, haha, no
To delve deeper
Grete ran around in the wilderness, looking at the map and checking the direction from time to time. Cerela stayed lazily on the back of the fake unicorn, sitting upright, diagonally, and upside down. She was tired of sitting.
Just urge:
"Gretel? How far is it? How long will it take to arrive?'
"It's coming soon, it's going to be coming soon, right?"
It's hard to describe Grete's ability to survive in the wild. His ability to read the stars, look at the terrain and identify directions has not improved much compared to his previous life. No, maybe it's not as good as his previous life, at least the map in his previous life was more accurate.
Fortunately, you can also throw in the Eagle Eye and Flying skills from time to time to take a look, or use the [City Positioning Technique] and [Water Body Positioning Technique] to correct the direction according to the map.
Well, the error rate should not be high. If you walk 5 kilometers, you should not be deviated by 1 kilometer laterally.
Relying on this cheating method and stumbling, I finally approached the big oak tree marked on the map, which should be the headquarters of the Order of the God of Nature. Once here, Gretel no longer dared to use the mage's method:
After all, he came as a priest of the God of Nature!
The priest of the God of Nature has no need to use these methods to find his way!
They all knelt down directly on one knee, praying to nature, and then asked the surrounding big trees, weeds, fungi and moss, birds, animals and fish. In nature, all creatures will give them directions!
When it is no longer possible, let go of your senses, run to the places with the strongest natural power around you, and look for them one by one. Servers of the God of Nature, in the embrace of nature, have never lost their way -
Hey, even if he is a little bad, he still has to pretend, right?
'Where exactly?'
"It should be nearby. I feel like it should be not far away. You see there are hills all around and the oak trees are so dense. The headquarters of the Order should be nearby, right?'
Grete lowered his voice and whispered. Cerira made a face to him, straightened up on the horse, and looked around. The woods on the left were very dense, and the woods on the right were also very dense. The water was gurgling in front of them.
It should look like a creek
So where is the station?
Where can I find a priest of the God of Nature?
It was dark all the way, and the moonlight shone down from the tops of the treetops, casting small spots of light like silver coins. In terms of scenery, it was really good, but in terms of finding the way, ahem.
It’s better than nothing!
Gretel held his breath and concentrated, spreading his perception, trying hard to find the direction where the power of nature was strongest. However, although his mental power was specially trained by the teacher, it was still unable to spread over a large area. One hundred meters, two hundred meters.
After only sweeping the two hills on the left and right, and wanting to extend further, Grete felt his temples pounding. He leaned on the deer's neck in vain:
"so tired
Apa, please take me for a walk around the sect's headquarters or something. I'll look for it later.
Appa?”
Silver Moon Deer's ears perked up, he raised his head and sniffed vigorously, sniffed again, took big steps, and suddenly started running hard. Gretel was thrown back, almost fell down, and got up hurriedly.
:
"Appa! Appa, please slow down! Take Bernard with you!'
A quarter of an hour later, Grete stumbled, rolled off Apa's back, and staggered to his feet. In front of him, two oak trees with drooping leaves and closely intersecting trees stood in the cold air. The branches were removed, revealing a passage that looked like a portal.
.
At the end of the passage, a tall old man with white beard and hair, leaning on an oak staff, looked over with a frown. He looked at Gretel, then at the oak staff in his hand. Behind him was like a silver moon deer made of moonlight. The more he looked at it, the more he looked at it.
It’s doubt:
A servant of the God of Nature? Guest from afar, you are:
"Dear elder, I am Gretel Nordmark, a servant of the God of Nature and an eighth-level mage of the Council." Gretel held an oak staff in his hand and bowed his head respectfully:
"My teacher is Elder Elvin Wilkinson of Heartland City.
Before he finished speaking, he saw the white eyebrows of the old man in front of him jump. He raised his hand to stop Grete from announcing his home address, and looked him up and down slowly.
"Gret Nordmark? I've heard of you. What's the matter with you coming all the way?"
"I was appointed by the Parliament to solve the problem of hungry people in County Roscommon. When I arrived there, I found that there were no brothers who served the God of Nature. I came here specifically to ask for advice.
A quarter of an hour later, Gretel, Serira, Bernard, and the old man named Atef were sitting around a big tree stump. In front of each of them was a large wooden cup with a thick cup. In the cup, there was herbal tea.
The steam is rising.
This is an old story. The Earl of Rothkom of that generation wanted to expand the number of black pigs and farm them on a large scale.
Forest. The land was recovered, oak trees were planted, the tenants were driven away, and a large number of tenants were displaced.
"Pigs eat people." Gretel moved his lips and murmured in a low voice. Atef looked at him in surprise and nodded:
"Some people did say that at the time. However, in fact, it is not pigs eating people, it is clearly people eating people. The count's behavior angered the head of the religious order in the county, and he led the brothers and sisters in that county to protest against him
.”
"and after?
Gretel leaned forward a little. The power of the God of Nature priests in the entire county was quite strong when gathered together. However, as far as he saw this time, there were no activities of the God of Nature priests in the entire county, so
"The protest failed? Was it killed, or imprisoned?"
"It would be nice if it was just like that." Elder Atfu sighed longly:
"If we are defeated in a frontal battle, we, the brothers and sisters of the sect, can provide support; if the lord uses despicable means, poisoning, etc., we will not stand idly by. However,
He shook his head, lost his mind for a moment, and then shook his head again:
"I didn't go that time. When I found out, the leader of the religious order in Roscommon County had already evacuated with everyone, and declared that unless invited by the earl, the servants of the God of Nature would never set foot there again. I rushed there
When I saw him, he vomited blood as soon as he saw me.
Elder Atef closed his eyes in pain:
"He didn't answer anything I asked him. Later, he fell ill not long after. His most beloved disciple, who he had trained for more than ten years, was not with him. Later I heard that he was dead.
."
"Killed by the lord?!'
"No." Elder Atef slowly shook his head:
"There are various legends. Some say that the child committed suicide, some say that he betrayed his teacher and was executed by the teacher; others say that he seduced the count's daughter and was killed by the count in a rage. The news is very confusing, only
The people in the cult were unwilling to say anything.’ And after decades, all the truth has been buried under the loess.
Grete exhaled slowly. In short, the local religious order broke with the lord and swore an oath to never look back;
It may be that something has been caught, or it may not be, but for so many years, it is a fact that there has been no priest of the God of Nature in Roscommon County, and it is a fait accompli recognized by the surrounding areas;
The local lord is happy that the followers of the God of Nature are not active in the local area, so he can plant oak trees and raise pigs freely. Anyway, oak trees are easy to live, and raising pigs does not require too many manpower.
"I went to the banquet this time, and they gave me this." Grete touched the space bag and took out the so-called fine ham: "There is the power of nature on it. The second son of the earl said that those pigs are from their family.
Cultivated in ancestral land.'
"I have heard about it a long time ago." Elder Atef stretched out a finger and gently touched the surface of the ham. There was a look of anger and pain on his old face:
"Neither I nor the elders in the surrounding areas have heard that several of us have seen this kind of thing. I know what you are suspecting.
He raised his head and stared into Gretel's eyes:
"You are doubting that these pigs were cultivated in the holy land of the order, where the elders turned into oak trees and returned to nature, right? We have always suspected this, especially because these so-called fine products were only cultivated after the break.
mass produced
"But we can't go check it out. Even if we catch the clue, we can't take action directly. The oath binds us, the Nordmark mages, but you are different. You were appointed by the parliament. You are a guest invited by the earl. You_"
Gretel nodded solemnly. After hearing these past events, he had a clearer understanding of the causes and consequences of the incident, and also had ideas for ways to break the situation. He leaned forward slightly and lowered his voice:
"I roughly understand. My idea is
The two discussed in low voices for a long time. The more Elder Atef listened, the brighter his eyes became. The more he listened, the faster his white beard moved. Finally, he slammed the table:
"Yes! - The premise is, can you make enough noise?'
"It should be possible, right?" Grete looked at him a little guiltily. According to previous tests, his total mental power is not inferior to that of a ninth-level mage. However, the use of natural magic.
It's okay, the worst thing is to get an amplifying weapon and a magic circle. If that doesn't work, there's still Appa!
Apa's natural magic is also very powerful!
"My current question is, how many manpower can be mobilized from the surrounding God of Nature Order? How much support can they give me? If I force the lord to bow his head, how many people can come in to help me, guide the victims, and transfer manpower?
"
"Let me do the math on this.
The old man and the young man put their heads on their heads and worked on the plan for a long time. Grete said goodbye under the stars and the moon. He had a good sleep on the back of the deer, and just after noon the next day, he followed the count's second son.
guided me to the legendary ancestral land.
"Yes, it's just ahead." The second son of Earl Luo Si Kang walked ahead on foot and guided diligently:
"After our family discovered this area, we fenced it off and maintained it carefully. No farming or grazing of other livestock was allowed. We kept the water source clean and drove away the hunting wolves nearby so that the magic pigs growing here would have the best environment.
."
He stopped at the foot of the hill. Grete stopped with him and looked up:
"The oak trees here are so dense! How old are they?'
"For many years. The oak trees watered by magic water always live a long time. The magic pigs that grow here have a strange aroma in their hams.
"Yes, I'm very impressed." Gretel smiled:
"My teacher, you know that the legendary mage has a long life and always likes to find something to please himself. Like the ham here, if I can get the teacher's approval, I will order it every year.'
"No need to order, no need to order!" the count's second son, Knight Peña, was overjoyed. Even though he still maintained his reserve as a noble knight, his waist unknowingly bent forward by 5 degrees:
"It is our honor to be praised by the legendary mage. If Lord Thunder likes it, we will select the best products every year and send someone to Nevis."
"Then I'll trouble you." Grete smiled faintly, put on a look that was "very accustomed to others flattering teachers", and walked inside:
"But I have to take a look at the environment inside. If the growth conditions are not good, or the magic power is disordered, I don't dare to send it to the teacher.'
He turned his back on his guests and strode in, leaving the Knight of Peña behind for a moment. Cerela, Bernard, and Appa filed in, confident and confident, and walked into the valley with their heads held high.
When Apa walked past Knight Peña, he deliberately raised his butt and flicked his tail, making the second count's son stagger on the spot.
"Lord Noordmark, please wait a moment. I will show you the way. Please wait a moment."
Grete could no longer hear his words. There were many oak trees in front of him, and the wind rustled the leaves in his ears. The huge, dark green tree crowns were connected together. They were tall, tall, and gathered together. Every leaf seemed to be whispering to him:
You came.
You came.
Young friend, brother devoted to nature, you are finally here, welcome -
Grete walked forward quickly. The further he walked, the more active his spirituality became. He raised his head and breathed hard, feeling that all the pores in his body had been opened, and his whole body seemed to be bathed in the lively power of nature.
all
You can’t go wrong, this is it!
It is the place where the priests of the God of Nature rest. It is the place where high-level priests, when they reach the end of their lives, inject all the natural power of their bodies into the oak staff and return to nature!
The oak trees are the condensation of the priests' lifelong emotions, experiences, wisdom, and knowledge. They sleep quietly on this land, waiting for a new apprentice to arrive, passing on their lifelong strength -
Raising pigs in a place like this?
Use the oak trees here and the acorns that fall every autumn to raise pigs?!
Nature is fair and merciful. If one or two wild boars break in here and go out after eating acorns, the believers of the God of Nature will only regard it as a natural cycle and will not say anything.
However, it is the specialty of this county and this family to occupy the resting place of the priests of the God of Nature, and to use the place where the ancestors passed down the inheritance to raise magic pig babies on a large scale, and to be complacent about it?
Count Rothko, how do you want to die!
Grete felt that he had never been so angry. He paused, suddenly took off his exquisite magic robe, and put on the burlap priest robe that he had worn when he went to the other county last night.
An oak staff in the shape of an eyebrow stick, striding forward.
He no longer even looked at the road, but just followed his instincts and spiritual guidance, and climbed up the mountain in one breath. Just like he had just advanced to the first-level priest, Elder Erwin took him to his resting place and asked him to find
Like a big tree -
I am coming.
I am coming!
Seniors who sleep here, please tolerate me, guide me, and teach me. Please give me a helping hand to show the power of the natural priest and vent the anger and majesty of nature.
When the second son of the earl rushed up panting, he saw Gretel wearing a burlap robe, holding an oak staff, and kneeling on the ground on one knee:
He closed his eyes, pressed one hand on the ground, and placed his forehead on the nearest big tree. He seemed to be mumbling something, and seemed to have fallen into the deepest meditation. The corners of his clothes and robes hunted silently, and the eight green leaves on the head of the staff stood upright, green.
Light radiates.
"What's happening here?'
The second son of the earl panicked and tried to pull Cerela, but Cerela rolled his eyes and threw him away with one arm. When he asked Bernard again, the barbarian glared at him fiercely and pulled him behind him.
I wanted to ask again, but my feet suddenly staggered and I almost rolled down the hillside.
The hillside is shaking.
The oak tree is shaking.
The entire hills, the entire oak forest, trees, rocks, and streams were all rumbling and shaking. It was like a wild hurricane blowing through the forest tops, and dead branches and leaves flying up from the ground, along with acorns that were not found in the leaf piles, crackling, popping, popping,
It hit the count's second son directly. What happened?
I can't stay here any longer.
The second son of the earl rolled and rolled out of the forest. Each step stumbled, and each step led to a pit. The thorns were growing, the weeds were entangled wildly, and the insects were swooping and biting. At this moment, he seemed to be the whole world, the whole nature.
of enemies.
The second son of the earl ran all the way to the bottom of the mountain. His robe had been torn into pieces, like rags. He rubbed his bitten cheek and looked up the mountain in shock. His legs went weak on the spot and he sat down on the ground.
The entire mountain forest is growing crazily. Old trees are drooping their branches, young trees are rising from the ground, thick, iron-like thorns are blocking every intersection, and worthless weeds are blocking all hillsides.
And this growth continued. The second son of the count stepped back step by step, watching the weeds and thorns spreading to his feet step by step, and even watching the saplings spring up one by one. For some reason, an ancient legend suddenly appeared in
Arose in his mind:
According to legend, where believers of the God of Nature gather, thousand-year-old trees will turn into tree men and move around freely;
It will turn the branches into powerful arms, which can beat people into pulp with one blow;
Will pick off the fruit and throw it at people, with a bang, it will explode through the armor.
Have I encountered such a situation?
Have these oak trees turned into tree people? Will they come out to hunt me down?
He shook his head desperately, backed up step by step, and finally turned around and started running wildly. He ran for an unknown amount of time, but when the movement behind him finally stopped, he fell to the ground, his eyes filled with confusion:
It's over.
This woodland is finished,
Without spending a lot of manpower to open up the forest land, there is no need to expect that another wild boar will enter the forest land and another wild boar will eat acorns.
The core business of the family, the most important product on which to interact with the nobles of the royal capital, is over.
I don’t know how long I have been in a trance, but I only know that the sky is getting darker, and suddenly it is already the zenith of the moon. The trees and thorns are silent, and they part softly. Gretel is wearing a burlap robe, holding an oak staff, riding slowly on a huge white deer.
Step out.
The moonlight draped over his body in a mighty way, boiling silently, like a flame.
*water water
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