High Above

The night has passed, and the forests in the Nanling Mountains are quiet at dawn. The orange-red sunlight passes through the trunks and swaying branches and hits the dewdrops.

The tall primitive trees are covered with various fungus, mushrooms and vines, while green, black and yellow moss of different colors cover every corner of the forest. A dense white mist lingers among all the trees, and with the flora of bacteria, Breathing with the forest, it is gradually dyed with various colors.

Miasma, or speaking the language of the forest. They echo among the trees in the wind. The miasma is colorful and represents death and poison to humans, but in fact, it is full of vitality, but humans are too fragile to understand the power of this complex language.

Qun Sen is alive.

It sounds like nonsense, after all, trees just don't move, they are alive.

But Elder Manya Afud knew that this was not nonsense at all, but an emphasis.

However, the emphasis is not on ‘living’, but on ‘groups of forests’.

In the beginning, it was just a sea of ​​trees in the giant redwood forest.

This strange plant originally has a certain spirituality. It can connect the power between heaven and earth, gather it into its own soul, and then build the original consciousness of the sea of ​​trees...

Then, it’s not just the redwoods.

The residents of the Redwood Forest live in it. They coexist with the sea of ​​trees and even gradually become part of each other. In order to get closer to the forests, they voluntarily abandoned the technology they had possessed since ancient times. The power that was enough to destroy nature and tame other kinds of monsters and beasts was gradually disappearing, and the Sequoia people gradually became the "self-defense force" of the sea of ​​trees. .

The Sequoia people think that the sea of ​​trees is one of the totem masters they worship. This is really too self-righteous. The sea of ​​trees has never become the totem of any group of people. It belongs to this land, and all life on the earth is part of it. people.

Even the later group of Imperials were the same.

Whether it is cultivated farmland or cultivated aquatic plants; whether it is a bumper harvest of wheat and rice, or potatoes and potatoes hidden deep in the ground... all plants, all organisms that depend on plants, even spread in the land The mycelium and the spreading spore mist are all gifts from the sea of ​​trees and are part of the sea of ​​trees.

As long as Shuhai is willing, the Imperial people will not be able to grow even a grain of food from the beginning.

But Shuhai tolerated it, or in other words, allowed it without discrimination.

Because they don't care.

They don't care whether their main body is 'tamed' rice, nor do they care whether their power resides in ancient giant trees or lush green grass on the roadside; they don't care that they are carnivorous magic plants that prey on creatures, nor do they care that they are eaten by livestock. Eat dry grass food.

They have been elevated—raised to a higher state.

Two hundred years ago, decades ago, when the Sequoia people didn't know it, when the Imperial people were fighting with the mountain people, and the Sequoia people.

When many lives are ‘sacrifice’ to it with battles and deaths, hunting and killing.

The sea of ​​trees has reached a state that even the mountain people could not touch when they were in their heyday... The so-called redwood forest is just the shell of its past left behind, a bridge to communicate with it.

Therefore, there is no such thing as strong or weak.

Just need to exist and continue.

The elders of the mountain people stared silently at the forests at the foot of the mountain. Even though most of the mountain people no longer followed the ancient teachings and lived in the mountains, the mountain people's tribes were still unwilling to move their ancestral lands to a gentler place. plain areas.

This is not because of simple customs, but simply because the mountain people know that what they worship is not the 'God of Forests', but another more powerful existence.

God of mountains and steel.

"But this is about to reach its limit...if God doesn't return...mountain people no longer have a reason to be mountain people..."

Thinking of this, Elder Manya, who was standing on the mountainside, sighed and paused the bone staff in his hand.

This old mountain man with silver hair, green eyes, and black skin turned around and prepared to return to his residence at the foot of the mountain.

However, before going down the mountain, he saw two quite familiar figures in the forest not far away, running towards his tribe with a somewhat familiar figure.

"new friend?"

Squinting his eyes slightly, the old man looked at it carefully, and then showed a frightened look: "Wait, isn't that... isn't that the little leader of the white people of Harrison Harbor?"

"Why did they bring that knight here?"

Many thoughts flashed through his mind, and Elder Manya gradually showed a horrified expression. He thought of a very terrifying possibility: "Wait... Could it be... Could it be that they kidnapped people?!"

"Didn't I tell you many times that if you really meet a dragon blood holder, you should make a good friend first and then guide him slowly?!"

The word kidnapping is obviously not correct enough, at least the subject is wrong.

In Ian's own opinion, he actually kidnapped Anfa and Xiou, so that they had to take him back to their lair.

In any case, the most dangerous time has passed.

In the woods, when Anfa applied medicine to himself, Ian felt relieved - if these two people continued to make trouble, if he did not apply medicine, the Youying regeneration core in his body would not be able to suppress it. It's time to start regenerating.

At that time, how should he explain? Saying that he is not actually a delicate elf alchemist with thin blood and brittle skin, but a silver elf knight who can fight a dragon head-on in aerial combat?

This joke is too big.

However, in addition, Ian also collected a lot of information.

Xio is indeed a dragon.

Even in this prosthetic body, his remaining dragon blood is very pure. His source of essence gives Ian an aura similar to that of the ancient dragon's core, showing the dual elements of wind and fire.

The reason why Anfa and Xiou mistook his own essence as a dragon of the water and earth elements was probably due to the ancient dragon heart core of the earth element, and the misunderstanding caused by the ether crystal's increase in the essence of the fairies.

and……

"They are indeed a team. They are more familiar than I thought."

Although he did not open his eyes, the goblin's perception allowed Ian to keenly know which areas he passed along the way. He compared the map in the silver chip and easily knew that he was getting closer to the surroundings of Indigo Mountain and the mountain people. At the mouth of the mountain gorge where Fu Debu lived.

And the Avod tribe... isn't it the tribe where the elder who probably recognized the dragon-related aura in him belongs?

While Ian was thinking, Anfa and Xiou had already arrived at the outskirts of the village of Avod, carrying his 'wounded' on their backs as quickly as possible.

Elder Manya took several of his guards and stood in front of Anfa and Xiou with a heavy look on his face.

"I asked you to pick up Anfa, why did it take you so long to come back? Tell me in advance when you go out to play, don't worry the King of the Mountain and me!"

The old man glared at Xiou. It was clear that his strength was about the same as Xiou's body, not to mention that the dragon body behind Xiou was at the third level, but he still dared to scold him: "The King of the Mountain yesterday Tell me, let you report to Him after you finish... Does He want to find you? He is afraid that something will happen to you."

"Don't let your mother worry!"

"Yes, yes... I was wrong... I will contact my mother immediately..."

Xio nodded obediently. He obviously respected the old man quite a lot and did not have the arrogance of the so-called 'dragon' in many novels and biographies.

"Anfa, please forgive me for being direct, but what is going on?"

Turning his head, Elder Manya looked at the green-haired elf bachelor. He frowned and looked at the knight of the White People, who was carried behind him by the elf and passed out in a coma: "This knight... is indeed one of our development goals. , but definitely not with such crude methods."

"He has awakened the dragon blood left behind by his ancestors, so he will naturally be our companion. In this case, we only need to approach slowly, and there is no need to rush."

"Although little Grant is not as bold and charming as his father, he may be stronger. Although that guy Pude has no creativity, he is one of the few craftsmen in South Ridge who can forge alchemical artillery."

Having said this, he paused the bone staff in his hand angrily: "I led the tribe to join the Dragon Worship Cult not to enmity with the Nanling nobles and the White people."