Chapter 122 (1/2)

Highest dense forest

It is located dozens of kilometers northeast of the mage tower, like green waves stretching millions of square kilometers.

Even if you climb several kilometers high, you can't see the end of the forest.

This is an ancient forest that has maintained its present appearance since prehistoric times and has not changed for a long time.

Trees 100 meters high rise from the ground, like tall buildings, with layers and shadows.

This is the land of God of sivanas. The races driven out by human beings in the battlefield of the evolution of plain civilization survive here. The human lost wise men who abandoned civilization are here with wild animals, and more dark creatures regard this as their last home.

Countless races, including elves, live in the depths of the dense forest.

In a certain area in the dense forest, with a diameter of three kilometers, you can vaguely see the scorched earth, trees that have fallen seven or eight horizontally and turned into charcoal, and even the wreckage of some airships.

A large number of minerals are highly toxic to the air here, and highly toxic dust settles on the land here, making it difficult for this land to support other creatures for decades.

This is a druid gathering place that has been bombed by nakelulu.

These anti civilized cult believers, extreme animal protectors and rights organizations are like weeds rooted in the ground. Under the great power of the evil god sivanas, they constantly emerge from all kinds of horns and kill them.

This charred area suddenly blossomed strangely. Flowers and weeds grew again on the charcoal and charred earth.

In the middle of this area, a towering oak tree up to 232 meters high, which has been turned into coke, revived, the carbonized bark began to fall, and the charred branches grew new buds.

Dozens of minutes later, the tall oak made a joyful and disorderly sound, and countless branches and tentacles danced like demons. The big oak named old apple passed the death of withering and glory and ushered in a new round of germination and rebirth.

Several twisted and angry old people's faces grew from the trunk surrounded by dozens of people. All kinds of old faces roared on the trunk, as if it was a curse. Finally, these twisted faces disappeared into the trunk, leaving only a kind old man's face.

The branches of the old oak tree swayed and flew from the sky. A group of birds perched on the trunk. The dead land began to recover, highly toxic minerals were absorbed by plants, and weeds began to grow everywhere.

Two wild bears and several wolf canisters ran out of the forest in the distance and came to the bottom of the oak tree. They all turned into human beings and elves.

These people, male and female, wear no clothes, grin at each other and communicate with each other in a monkey like language.

They are the last shadow druids who survived the bombing and extreme environmental protectors who tried to prevent mages from cutting down forests for wood.

On the tall oak tree, the kind face roared like an ugly wind: ”Damn man, how dare he destroy the forest? It's blasphemy! How dare he invade the territory of Father God, cut down the forest, burn the forest and destroy so many lives? It's the forest that raises you and nature that raises you. You actually hurt your parents in turn. Evil demons, you are demons. Mankind must be punished and you must be punished.

Human beings are broken garbage in the food chain. In order to maintain the long cycle of the food chain and calm my father's anger, we must find the murderer this time, the damn mage, and then kill him, let the insects devour his body and let the dead soul infect his soul.

No, it's not enough just to kill him. I'm tired of reasoning with human loggers, killing them all, hanging them on the tree and turning them into nutrients, so that they can know that nature is not only benevolent, but also terrible. No, that's not enough. Damn people, why don't you take off your clothes and go back to the tree? Plague, you go and bring the plague to human beings and let everyone People feel the pain of life. ”

The old oak tree roared and vented, and all the birds on the branches flew into the sky and flew in the direction of the mage tower.

These birds will become its eyes to observe the world instead of it.

In this area of the forest, countless swarms of insects fly into the sky like dark clouds, and the whole sky is covered by thick clouds of unknown swarms of insects.