Starting from today, there is a tree shepherd on the sandbank, stretching his two short legs and strolling around, spinning around the soilless rice and seaweed from time to time, enjoying himself.

"Hey, where did the tree man come from?" Luther strolled over and asked curiously, then turned around and said hello: "Hello, my name is Luther, how do I call you? Do you know the tree man Gor?

?"

"Hello... Luther." The tree shepherd said slowly: "Call me... old tree. Is the Gor you are talking about a war tree? If so, then I know Brother Hua Lao.

you……"

"Old Treeba? What a strange name. Gor is so famous. Every tree person knows him. By the way, what kind of tree are you? Can you grow as big as Gor?" Luther was curious.

asked.

While talking, he took out a box from the space magic weapon. The box was sealed. When he opened the lid, a cold air came out from inside. On the lid of the box, a miniature ice-sealing magic circle was running, keeping the inside of the box cool at all times.

With low temperature.

The tree shepherd looked at the box curiously and stretched out a branch to touch it.

Luther introduced: "Ice-sealing box, are you creative? Master Ange helped me carve the miniature ice-sealing circle. It only requires a small amount of magic crystals to keep the box cold. Put drinks in it, and it can

It has been kept at a low temperature. You can take it out and drink it at any time on a hot day. It is ice cold, refreshing and refreshing. What do you want to drink? There is juice, water, and beet juice."

The tree shepherd was a little confused.

"Oh, this is a way to make friends. When we humans first meet, we can shake hands, salute, and have a drink. In this way, we know each other. What do you tree people do when you first meet?" Luther was curious.

Asked.

The tree shepherd thought blankly. It was not a real tree shepherd and had never made friends with other tree people. Thinking about it carefully, it said: "The tree people just met each other and they will exchange pollen."

"Pfft--" Luther, who had just taken a sip of juice, spat it out on the spot and raised his thumb: "Treants are awesome."

Plant pollen is the genetic material of the plant. It is not in line with human ethics to exchange these things as soon as they meet.

Unable to resist the hospitality, the tree herdsman finally chose juice, but he held it in his hand and did not drink it, but looked at it curiously.

Luther didn't take it seriously. He had been exposed to too many inhuman things and had already experienced it. Different species have different behavioral patterns. What one species considers to be a kind behavior may be offensive to another species.

However, as long as they are intelligent, they can feel the kindness you express. Luther only needs to express kindness. If you really accidentally offend someone, just say so. Pay attention next time.

The shepherd stretched out a branch into the juice, stirred it a few times, and handed it to Luther: "It doesn't taste good, try this."

Luther was stunned for a moment, this? Isn't this the juice he gave it? Could it be that the juice inside was changed after stirring it a few times? Uh, your branches don't seem to be washed...

The juice was brought to his mouth and he took a sip. Luther's eyes suddenly widened and his face turned red, as if he had taken a sip of strong wine.

He endured it with force, and finally let out a long breath, looked at the tree shepherd in shock and said: "Such a strong vitality, my God, I feel like my whole body is going to explode, I feel so refreshed.

My whole body is clear and full of energy, my God, what did you add to it?"

"Essence of Life." The shepherd arrived.

"Wow, it's so awesome, so amazing. If you open a juice shop, your business will definitely be good. By the way, do you like fishing?"

"Fishing? Why fishing?"

"It's fun, otherwise it would be boring. Don't you usually fish? Then what do you do?" Luther said, taking out two deck chairs, holding up a parasol, and handed the shepherd a fishing rod.

The tree shepherd held the fishing pole and watched Luther's movements curiously.

Seeing that it couldn't even swing a golf club, Luther must be a novice. He immediately patted his chest and said, "How about our competition? Whoever loses will be treated to a meal. You are a tree person. Do you like fertilizer? Sir, there is a very good thing."

Nutritious fertilizer, I’ll treat you to drink it if I lose.”

The tree herder knew what kind of fertilizer he was talking about as soon as he heard it. He nodded and extended a branch into the water without using a fishing rod.

In the crystal clear water channel, I soon saw fish swimming over and biting on the branches.

The tree herdsman caught it, and with a wave of his hand, a water ball flew up, covered the small fish, and placed it at his feet.

I put the branch in, and within a few seconds, another fish bit the hook.

He almost put it down and started to bite. After a while, there were a bunch of water balloons at the feet of the shepherd, and all the fish in them were alive.

Luther was stunned and asked: "What kind of bait are you using? It's amazing. Lend me some."

After a short while, Luther actually became familiar with the tree shepherd, which made Nigris dumbfounded.

"Zobada, can we play together? I'm really impressed. Luther's communication skills are really great." Nigris said with envy: "There is no one who is not familiar with him among sea people and minotaurs. Wait for him."

Knowing the identity of the tree shepherd, I hope he won’t pee in fear.”

When he received no response, Negris turned around and saw Ange's arm stretching into the Palace of Rest, twitching and taking out some things from time to time.

"What are you doing?" Reaching into the Palace of Rest to plant something is a routine operation, but what are you doing by taking the things out?

Look what Ange took out, two carriages, a few magic tents, some swords and armors, etc.

Ange murmured: "Pack it up and throw it away."

"Are these things going to be thrown away?" Nigris looked at those things. The two carriages had picked them up from the leaders of the dragon-slaying sand thieves.

I have forgotten what their name was, Negris. I only remember that they had internal strife, killed each other, and died together. Angabai picked up two magic carriages and several magic tents.

At that time, Nigris was shocked. The life of these nobles and magicians was too luxurious, and the carriage tent was so luxurious.

But these extravagant things, looking back now, are a bit worth mentioning. Ange has too many good things, let’s talk about weapons and armors. Those holy armor eggs alone are better than most forged weapons.

The armor is much better.

Ange gave Anthony a few tricks, and he regarded them as treasures. He would show them off from time to time and trick his subordinates into working for him.

As for the luxurious carriage, which was only for pleasure, Ange had never used it even once. Now that he took it out, he was obviously really ready to throw it away.

What a waste. Nigris quickly called to Luther: "Luther, Luther, I'll give you two luxury carriages. If a blind girl likes you, you can invite her to ride in."

Luther turned around and rolled his eyes at it: "Thank you, you can keep it for yourself. Next time there is a luxury airship, you can send it to me, otherwise I don't know where to go."

If you send a car in the fresh sea plane, Nigris can't do it. Can you drive it into the water?

Finally, the wheels of the two carriages were removed and placed next to the teleportation array to serve as a luxury hotel.

Ange threw out all the things he no longer needed, making room for his latest harvest.

During this trip to the main plane, Ange gained a lot. The biggest gain was the hundreds of thousands of believers he stole.

The Immortal Godhead has only a few hundred thousand believers, and now it has more than doubled. Ange now harvests twice as much soul flame every day as before.

The main reason is that in a disaster environment, the newly stolen believers have more active beliefs.

Then came the trip to the forest. Not to mention that the God of Life was abducted by him, the insect corpses alone made Ange feel that the trip was worth it. It was also because of the large number of insect corpses that Ange sorted it out.

The idea of ​​a house of rest.

Insect ash is a super useful fertilizer. When Ange conducted a controlled experiment before, he raised a batch of worms, but the output of insect ash was not enough.

The main reason is that the materials consumed to breed them exceed the value of the increased output they can produce when used as fertilizer.

For example, if ten tons of material are used to feed bugs, and the bugs are burned into ashes and sprinkled on the ground, the crop yield can be increased from ten tons to eighteen tons. The increase is only eight tons, which is a loss.

Although they can be fed with worthless straw, bones, hair and the like, the total amount is decreasing, and Ange cannot produce and sell it on his own and be self-sufficient.

With these two large-scale additions, Ange can be self-sufficient for a longer period of time.

While he was busy, Ange suddenly received a call from Anthony:

"Sir, Diluni held an urgent plane security meeting. He probably wanted to ask about the elves. What happened to the elves? The elves blocked the forest and cut off all communications. My high-altitude reconnaissance unit saw that in the elves forest,

A big torch was lit, burning half the sky red. What happened? What position should I maintain at the meeting?"

Ange tilted his head and said: "The tree of life is burned."

"Pfft...what did you say? The tree of life burned? Really burned?" Anthony couldn't believe it.

Considering how well he knew Ange, he couldn't help but repeat the question. You can imagine how shocked he was. It wasn't that he didn't believe what Ange said, he just couldn't believe it.

"Yes, burned." Ange said.

"Then what? What's going on with the elves now? Aren't the elves going crazy? Who burned the Tree of Life? Have the elves found the murderer? Are they preparing for a holy war?" Anthony asked several questions in one breath, each question

All questions are on point.

If the Elf goes crazy and wants to avenge the Tree of Life, then the entire plane will be plunged into war, and he must prepare as soon as possible.

Anthony instantly thought of several countermeasures.

Either organize humans to fight the elves and destroy the crazy elves, or find the murderers, attract the elves' anger to a small group of murderers, and kill these murderers to vent their anger to the elves.

Either...

But before he could finish the plan, Ange almost made him vomit blood with one sentence: "I saved him, the elves are planting trees."

"Pfft...you mean, you saved the tree of life?" Anthony asked: "What does it mean that the elves are planting trees?"

Ange nodded: "Plant a burned tree."

"Then what? How is the tree of life doing now? How is the elf's mood?" Anthony asked.

Ange scratched his head and said: "The God of Life is gone. The Tree of Life has become the World Tree."

Anthony didn't understand and forced a smile: "Sir, where has Lord Naige gone? How about you pull me in to talk to Lord Naige."

Anthony, whose understanding ability is off the charts and his ability to make inferences is extraordinary, can draw inferences from one instance and understand the subtleties, is still confused by Ange.
To be continued...