Farming Tree Spirit

Rhodes's shout was still a step too late.

As soon as he finished speaking, the little thing rushed out of the altar and stepped into the endless black land.

All of a sudden.

Countless black energy emerged.

It was as if an arm from the abyss wrapped around the little thing's body, causing it to struggle desperately on the spot, screaming wildly.

If there is no other external force to stop it, if nothing happens, the new thing will turn into a pile of rotten wood again, and no amount of Moon Spring can save it.

"I told you not to run out."

At this time, Rhodes' helpless voice sounded.

He seems to have overestimated the intelligence of the little thing.

I saw him stepping on the black soil, walking over, picking up the small things, and then quickly returned to the altar.

After this day's attempt, Rhodes could barely resist the black soil erosion for a while.

In addition, I just drank the Moon Fountain to regain my vitality, so I can hold on for two or three minutes without any problem.

But when this happened to the little thing, he was frightened half to death. He struggled hard and kicked his short legs in the air.

Because in its heart, it has equated Rhodes with that terrifying black soil.

"Okay, don't move."

Rhodes knocked the little thing on the head: "You have also seen that if you run out, you will be eaten. I let you go now and you are not allowed to run away again."

After warning and making sure that the little thing wouldn't escape again, Rhodes put it down and went to check whether the seedlings had been affected by the movement just now.

(≥﹏≤)……

After being taught a lesson by Heitu and "threatened" by Rhodes' words, the little thing didn't dare to move anymore. He hugged his head and huddled under the statue of the Moon God, shivering.

It didn't understand why Rhodes didn't eat himself.

After all, the aura exuding from Rhodes' body was exactly the same as the black land outside, otherwise it wouldn't run away as soon as it met.

Driven by instinctive curiosity.

The little thing raised his head slightly, glanced at Rhodes who was busy in the distance, and then quickly looked away for fear of being discovered.

After confirming that the seedlings were fine and reinforcing the fence, Rhodes came back quickly and squatted in front of the little thing to look at it curiously.

He discovered that although the little thing was the same dryad as him, its appearance was very different, and it should belong to a different evolutionary branch.

Such as the guarding tree spirit, the healing tree spirit, and the tree of knowledge.

After pondering for a moment, he said: "Seeing that you are so small, let's call you little one. This will be your name."

(づど)……

Seemingly understanding what he said, the little thing raised his head cautiously, but was immediately frightened by the terrifying aura on his body and shrank back again.

Maybe it’s because I was a little shy when I first came back to life.

Rhodes didn't care about it. Seeing that it was no threat, he cast a cultivation magic to restore its injuries.

This is the magic application that Rhodes discovered out of boredom when he was cultivating seedling seeds.

Probably because they are both plants, the cultivation magic will also have an effect on them, which can speed up the recovery of injuries.

The ten times speed bonus is nothing to behold, it can even be described as visible to the naked eye.

I don't know what will happen if it is used on living people.

"Sure enough, we need more seeds."

With the expectation of a strange world, Rhodes did not hesitate and took advantage of the night to go to the Moon Well to pray seriously.

Because according to his understanding, praying at night when the moon is out will make it easier to get a response from the moon god.

Maybe the god would be happy and give him a sack of seeds?

Thinking of this, Rhodes came to the Well of the Moon, clasped his hands devoutly, and raised his neck to look at the sky.

"..."

"..."

"..."

"Wait, where is my moon??"

Rhodes was stunned.

Looking at the completely dark sky, I didn't see any trace of the moon.

Not to mention the moon, not even a trace of moonlight came through.

Are the rules of this world deviating from his understanding?

He is the God of the Moon, why doesn’t he even have a concrete object to carry his faith?

If we say, the prayers of believers are like radio waves.

The moon is a signal tower. As a link between believers and gods, it is specially used to receive radio signals, that is, faith.

No wonder the response I felt today was so weak. It turned out that the signal tower was gone... Is this a joke?

"By the way, the statue."

Suddenly, Rhodes' eyes fell on those collapsed statues.

Although not as good as the moon, anyone who prays regularly knows that the statue is also one of the concrete objects that carries the will of the gods.

It's like a portable transceiver.

If the statue is repaired, maybe it can really strengthen the connection with the gods. Then it won't be too much to ask for a few more seeds, right?

After all, there are not many devout believers like me.

Do whatever comes to your mind.

Under the doubtful eyes of the little thing, Rhodes began to get busy.

As a tree spirit, he would not feel tired at night. He kept going around the altar, collecting stones to re-erect the statue of the Moon God.

This busy work lasted until midnight.

When the last stone fell and it barely managed to assume a human form, the statue suddenly glowed brightly, illuminating the entire altar.

The little thing that was huddled in the corner seemed to sense something, and ran over babbling, dancing excitedly next to the statue.

seem.

That is, it and its other fallen companions have been pursuing something to protect.

Under the gentle light, the corpses and bones surrounding the Moon Well gradually turned into stars and gathered towards the sky.

The stars gathered more and more, and finally formed a dreamy and colorful emerald road, which went straight from the altar to the sky.

I don’t know if it was an illusion.

In the black and green sky, Rhodes saw a circular reflection, which was bright and dark, echoing the statue he had just repaired, and seemed to be receiving the souls of the dead.

Night.

It seemed brighter.

…

On the other side.

In the dilapidated magic tower.

The originally dim meditation array suddenly burst into dazzling light, and the majestic breath escaped through the array, awakening the old mage who was meditating.

"Life breath!"

"What a strong life breath!"

The old mage excitedly raised his crutches, and the whole person seemed to be a dozen years younger.

It had been a whole day since they offered the seeds before, and he had been waiting beside the array without leaving.

I thought it was just a false alarm, but I didn't expect to sense the existence of the dream forest again, and it was even clearer than before!

In excitement, the old wizard threw away his crutches, knelt in the magic circle with a plop, his eyes full of piety.

"Great dream monarch, God of the Moon... Are you finally willing to listen to the believers' prayers and give your supreme will?"

"... Seeds? Do you need more seeds?"

"Okay, okay, okay, your most devout believer Thomas Will will do everything to find the most precious seeds for you!"

Thomas was ecstatic.

It was the first time for him to listen to the will of God so clearly.

Feeling the majestic vitality pouring into his body, his body crawling on the ground trembled violently.

Gift!

This is the gift of God!

In just a moment, Thomas seemed to have received a full body baptism, and his old body was rejuvenated again.

God of the Moon.

Sure enough, he did not abandon them!