"It's only fifty o'clock? Oh, what a pity."
Due to the initiative of a mercenary group, in this "find the traitor" incident, the justice points I earned were only the fifty points that provided the fingerprint certificate.
But the two guys confessed their guilt decisively. One said that he was addicted to gambling and was tempted to be confused for a while.
And I did not hesitate to use the forbidden technique of extracting memory. While leaving their brains empty for a few weeks, there was no other gain worth mentioning. The rookie necromancer Dean did think that some undead was killed. The forbidden technique of the department was controlled, and he became the servant of the possible lich.
Regardless of his testimony and fingerprints, it proves that he wrote the letter, but I don't think the situation is quite right, after all, he can't explain how he obtained these high-level intelligence, just infer the rumors he listened to.
"Rumours? Indeed, there are many such rumors, and there are rumors that the god of nature is about to come, can you take it seriously?"
Now, the investigation has also cut off the clues. After all, no serious consequences have been caused. In the end, the only thing that can be done is to take more precautions.
But some things make me suspicious. After all, sometimes the memory of the living may not necessarily be extracted, especially when the opponent is the undead. After all, some undead magic itself can modify memory and knowledge.
"Increase the defense level of the camp, let the magical plants monitor important locations, and supervise the following key people..."
So, even if I didn't say anything on the surface, I did a lot of precautions and precautions secretly.
Two days are not long or short, but on the battlefield where every second counts, they are precious.
Maybe the traitor is really the two boys, or the real black man behind the scenes has restrained his actions. In the past two days, there has been no sign of information leakage, and no new informer has been encountered... I have put everything around me. The undead patrol team was replaced by my people. Unless they have a safer way, the letter will still fall into my hands, and if they have a faster and more convenient means of contact, they will not send the letter before. .
Another thing that seems to prove that everything is going calm is that there has been no phenomenon of the undead emperor dispatching large-scale legions in the past two days. It seems to show that the undead have not found any signs, and it is undoubtedly the best news.
At midnight the next day, the magic pattern that suddenly flashed in the night sky was a communication calling for all adventurers to urgently gather. At this point, it was meaningless to cover up. Anyway, it was about to be discovered. .
But those adventurers who went out to hunt returned to the camp, but they were worried that they had gone to the wrong place, after all, the changes here were too great.
In fairy tales, there are elves who can build a hut overnight, but in reality, elves can use the power of the forest to build strong defenses, and wood spirits are architects far beyond elves. Under the protection of God, they can distort and modify reality.
The original century-old tree in the center of the camp has taken off its camouflage, and the withered bark is scattered with the wind. It is a huge rhizome sticking out from the ground.
It is the extension of the most powerful tree in the Forest of Dreams, and this ugly and tall root has been spread all over the camp by its tentacles, and countless green brilliance overflows from its foundation, and the wood spirits Bathed in brilliance, it became more spiritual, and it also gave plants endless nutrition.
Within two days, they used a small shovel made of Tongtian wood to dig a small pit with a radius of one-tenth of a meter and buried two stones. This is the ritual of worshiping the earth.
Next, sprinkle the seeds from the Forest of Dreams, pray for ten seconds, sincerely thank the mother for the gift, and then pour down the rainwater loaded in the silver jars, remembering the gifts and majesty of nature, the three are complete, which means the completion of this ceremony, The abundance of natural essence will turn that tiny seed into a tall tree man or a dangerous magical plant within three minutes.
"It's so troublesome, isn't it just digging a hole, burying a seed, watering it, and waiting for three minutes... Why is it three minutes, I think of instant noodles, are these all instant seeds?"
When I asked, Samantha pretended not to hear, but there was a mysterious red glow on her cheeks, but Rosa happily told me.
"Well, you're right, in fact, there is no need for any ceremony, just bury it and sprinkle water. The mother goddess herself doesn't like cumbersome rituals, and she will never be stingy with us, but Sister Samantha said that this can't be done, it will make People look down on us. So we have to make each step a little more complicated and add meaning."
Well, I am afraid that many new religions have tossed themselves like this. In the end, they continued to increase the procedures and requirements of rituals to show their solemnity. Finally, they were passed down from generation to generation, and they bored themselves.
"Little Samantha, when it is passed down from generation to generation, or passed from top to bottom layer by layer, the ceremony will definitely change and you won't recognize it yourself. If you want to cut off part of it, the believers will not I will admit it, maybe it will cause a religious war. You are asking for trouble... you are asking for your own death!"
Samantha nodded with a sad face, she also found out, but the problem is that the religious ceremony has been promulgated, and it is not so easy to change it now.
Cough, not to mention the future, even Amyra was tormented by her own religious rituals. In short, the new camp is now fully evolving.
Although the power of the dream forest is transmitted through the roots of the tree, a lot of losses are lost. It is so far away that it can be transmitted to only one or two floors at most, but the power of the dream forest itself is almost infinite. At present, there is no loss in the headquarters. Since then, the most dangerous thing is the rhizomes that can be cut off, but the most dangerous early stage has passed, the roots have grown enough, and it is difficult to cut them off.
Therefore, with the help of the endless essence of nature, all kinds of ancient war trees and magical plants have skyrocketed, and the temporary log guardrail has grown more than ten times and turned into a solid city wall more than ten meters high. And their newly grown roots are drawing nourishment from the earth. Compared with the indestructible city wall, the city wall that can repair itself is probably more desperate.
The tall ancient war trees are tall and burly, but their eyes are full of blankness. Without the care of the mother god and the too short growth period, they are just premature babies with short lifespans, but they have lost enough intelligence and intelligence. Growth potential, in exchange for the peak combat power and fighting instinct for war, under the command of the wood spirits, they will be fearless and invincible.
And if those ancient trees are the most outstanding guards, those magical plants are ingeniously designed war machines. Huge pea shooters are poking their heads at various key points of the city wall. They are all three or four meters high, with light cannons. The diameter of the mouth is half a meter, and if you approach them, you will find that there is a faint sound of prayer.
"Praise the Light!" "Under the light of the Holy Light, all evil will be purified." "In the name of the Holy Light, give the wicked the purification fire from heaven."
Well, these holy light shooters are praying for holy light. Their roots and warehouses are already overflowing with holy light pools. Since my experiments have proved that even demons can summon holy light, of course plants can do it , Of course, the slight side effect is that when other Paladins and Priests of Holy Light saw this scene, their faces were ruined.
It's a pity that those things in the north have probably been spread, and no one has argued for beliefs, otherwise I can try to slap my face with new research results, maybe I can come up with a few examples of belief collapse, continue Destroy the prestige of the Church of the Holy Church.
The Holy Light (pea) shooter is just a member of the army of magical plants. Take this fourth-generation pea shooter, which has evolved the "Holy Light Library" and "overload operation" as an example. The magical plants have evolved a lot. We started to prepare a lot of "surprises" for the undead.
And when everything was well prepared, and lost in the core of the root of the tree, Samantha stroked the seed of the dream forest and uttered the final eulogy.
"Wake up, my sister."
Yes, sister, during the two-day adjustment period, the humble Jill of the three virtues has merged with the seed. When the seed wakes up, Jill's consciousness will also merge with this forest, incarnate. The omnipresent will of the swarm.
And when the woody and delicate face opened its pupils, the light green divine light in it ignited the whole world.
The whole world began to change, the roots that covered the sky were reincarnated into towering trees, the new green divine light rose from the ground, and all natural life felt inexplicably kind and nourished.
And the air is already full of light green brilliance, a large amount of natural essence makes the seeds germinate, the order of the whole world begins to distort, and the new forest of dreams begins to grow.
Jill, who had the ability to transform into a forest, has also transformed into the commander-in-chief of this fortress and the new owner of this land at this time.
"All adventurers and contract warriors, our goal is to expand the realm of the Dream Forest, and soon, those undead will come to stop us, as long as we stick to a certain period of time, let the new Dream Forest mature, we will get In the final victory, all participants will receive a lot of gifts and the friendship of the wood spirit clan."
It's also time to say the goal of this mission. At this point, the army of the Undead Monarch is coming soon, and it's too late to get off the ship. Although this is a little shameless and pitiful, it is indeed a gathering of the greatest strength. good idea.
"Each adventurer who kills a high-level undead will get an additional gift of 100 points and a free broken limb healing service. And the friendship of our clan can also be exchanged for an opportunity to exchange for non-sale items."
Since adventurers fight for profit, let's give them real profit bait.
On the other side, the divine light of the endless plane that penetrates the clouds and has been extended, can not only be seen by the undead of Aesso Reeves, but I am afraid that even the Tower of Clouds at the end of the sea can be seen.
In the city wall of Aeso Reeves, David, who was having a good conversation with the guest and host, stood up suddenly. The green divine light on the side was emitting a star-like light, and what suddenly sounded in his ear was The undead emperors rebuked in unison.
"Davy! Let these green things grow further and you'll regret it into eternity/Your soul will be shattered/I'll make you wailing until the end of the world..."
The undead emperors have no good temper. Anxious, they immediately gave their agents a death order, and if they failed, they would come to see them.
But beside him, the two distinguished guests rarely showed surprised expressions.
"Natural will? Could it be the new god of nature?"
"No, it is higher than the God of Nature. This is a threat of the creator level. It reminds me of that crazy woman and her sister... This is a threat, a threat to our entire family! It must be eradicated as soon as possible."
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For a long time, the undead emperors have looked down on the wood spirit clan. After all, there are too many accidental factors in their appearance. Even their creator, Amyra, may not be able to defeat any undead emperor under normal circumstances.
This arrogance comes from the background, similar to the old-fashioned aristocrats, the disdain for the lucky rich who accidentally buy lottery prizes, because the immortals are used to seeing the fleeting qualifications of meteors, and in their eyes, the wood spirits can not be called threats. , the only real enemies are dragons and mages, and the immortals always treat the immortals who have also experienced the test of time equally.
In their minds, the wood spirits who are trapped in the beasts are not a big trouble. After all, even if they are invincible in the forest of dreams, the forest cannot move. It also became a joke, so they even secretly compromised and made concessions to the wood spirits.
Among the strategies of the undead emperors, the most important thing now is to lay down Bayer. If the seal can be lifted, it will be better to have the help of that big ally in the future.
As for the surrounding area of the Victoria Harbour occupied by the wood spirits, let them do it, even if someone raids the undead through here... just let them raid!
Anyway, Xiao Gu's strength is not worth the encirclement and suppression of the army. If there is a certain country's army that invades through there, as long as you leave the forest, you will face the astronomical natural disaster of the undead. Anyway, the forest cannot move to the core area of the undead. Undead There is enough time for strategic deployment.
Yes, all the undead's strategic starting point is a basic common sense - the forest will not move.
But now she moves!
Perhaps the newly occupied forest will not be very large, but as long as the seeds are planted one by one, a large area will be expanded together, and the undead's territory will be devoured bit by bit, and both the east and west fronts have reached the threat of frontal battlefield level. If so, being attacked by the enemy on both sides is a big taboo in the military, and the entire strategy may collapse.
"How can that be! Get rid of those damn weeds and little things!"
The entire country of the undead has acted, and countless high-level undead have begun to organize and summon their own legions. This is a war to determine who belongs to this place. This is a war of a scale beyond expectations.
And I have been waiting for a long time.
"Frostmourne... Frost Calamity is hungry! It's craving more souls."
Holding up the ice-crystal black magic sword in one hand, the endless army of undead gathered behind me. The undead would never have thought that there is a same kind here who is eager to harvest souls.
"I'm not hungry, I only drank two bottles of milk this morning, meow." The dead cat pretended to be naturally cute...
"...You like to tear down my stage so much? Can you still pretend to be happy!"