After occupying the Caucasus region, Yang Muyun stopped moving south.

Because it's snowing.

Strong wind, blizzard, severe cold!

It is not conducive to marching and even more unfavorable to war.

The Kingdom of Sauron arranged heavy troops in the Southern Caucasus region, and several thousand-man knight orders led entourages and auxiliary soldiers to deploy defenses based on the city.

At the same time, other knights were ordered to gather in these cities and get closer.

The clergy from the Holy See of Light also gathered in the areas near the Caucasus barbarians and were ready to fight.

Once in a while, the world is frozen.

Overnight, the mountains and rivers changed color.

Negro exposed his chest and arms, but he was not afraid of the cold. His palms spread out and a snowflake hovered above his palm.

My mouth opened and wanted to say something, but my head was not very good. I forgot about the words to my mouth.

Yang Muyun said: "The first snow in 2002 came earlier than before..."

Yang Muyun stopped.

Unconsciously, this sentence was sung.

Even though I have lived in the barbarian tribe for ten years, some of the characteristics in the core are still undestroying.

Now as strength becomes stronger and status increases, these traits are still in a trend of further awakening.

For example, the desire and desire of the barbarians to go south.

Yang Muyun was also very enthusiastic before, but now she is much less popular.

The creatures in the north move south are a desire from the core, and this is also mixed with the instinct of survival.

Once heavy snow falls, it is difficult to survive in the north. Hunger will drive a large number of creatures to the south and enter the civilized world to find food.

If you succeed, you can eat and drink enough and solve the problem of food and clothing.

If you fail, just give yourself one or two hundred kilograms to solve other people's food and clothing problems.

The Sauron Kingdom has strong defense in this direction and is not easy to move south.

But there is no clear boundary between the civilized world and the North. From the sunrise to the sunset, there are always weak places to take advantage of loopholes.

But Yang Muyun knew that because of the fall of the God of Harvest, the harvest CD this year was not very good, the crops were poor, and there were few grass and trees in the wild.

Many places even have nowhere to be collected.

The food shortage is not only the creatures in the north, but also the human countries in the civilized world.

This year, humans have no surplus food, and they are even more poor.

Thinking of this, Yang Muyun stopped going south.

Only when the poor rob the rich can they gain benefits.

The poor rob a person who is poorer than himself, and there is no benefit in any way he wins and loses.

What's more, Yang Muyun didn't care about the robbery.

He pursues higher goals.

At this time, the Tauren tribe, Jinjiao, came over with his brothers Niu A Niu B and Niu C.

The sound of footsteps trembled slightly from the ground. Yang Muyun and Negroben were down-to-earth, but at this time they were on the boat, floating with the waves.

"Master, we found it!"

Hearing this, Yang Muyun was delighted.

The promotion of the Tauren has become the boss's problem.

They have accumulated enough in the stage of strengthening the foundation and cultivating the essence, and can break through to a higher level at any time.

But there has never been a good opportunity for promotion, so I have been delaying it again and again.

The Tauren believed in the God of Harvest.

Yang Muyun is now the god of harvest, but Yang Muyun doesn't know how to help the Tempter complete the promotion.

So, Jinjiao tells the ancient legends in his own ethnic group.

A long time ago, the Tauren lived in a rich land.

There are mountains, rivers, and grasslands there.

The mountains there are pure and bright, and the flowing clouds in the sky are like rivers surging down the hillside.

The rivers there are like wind, transparent and unreal, and the eyes cannot see the water flow at all.

The grasslands there are fertile and flat, and tender and juicy grass covers every inch of the land. They roll forward in one direction, and they are always soft and elastic under them, and they will not hurt small stones at all.

But one day, a disaster happened there.

The mountains and rivers are broken, the grasslands are torn, the rivers are sinking, and the earth is gushing out of the hot blood...

Seeing this, the Tauren tribe migrated and fled here.

However, before the migration, the chief of the Tauren tribe cut off a big tree in his hometown and moved it away.

They thought about one day they would return to their hometown, but they never returned to this land.

Yang Muyun said "Oh", "Is it that totem pole?"

Jinjiao nodded, "That's right, master, we followed the ancient legend and looked in the direction. Sure enough, we found the roots of a big tree in the valley. That is where our totem pole grows."

This tree must have recorded information about the promotion of the Tauren.

Yang Muyun did not speak, but nodded, and then attracted all the taurens to go with him.

A huge tree root with a diameter of one zhang appeared in front of it.

The roots of the tree protrude from the ground, like a huge round table.

You can clearly see the annual rings of the tree roots on the round table, and you can also see blue-green moss, red umbrellas and white poles.

Jinjiao lowered the totem pole on his shoulder and then instilled power into it.

The nourished totem pole instantly surged, clusters of goose-yellow new branches and thin leaves emerged, and circular energy fluctuations were emitted around with their own center.

This is the most basic power of the totem pole. With itself as the center, members within a certain range can obtain a special gain effect.

Common strength increase, physical strength increase, speed increase, and recovery increase.

Where the Taurens gather, there will be totem poles standing. This is not only the place where the ancestors' heroes live, but also the source of power for tribal members.

Therefore, you can always see that the Tauren has endless physical strength and energy, and is always working and working continuously.

It’s not their diligence, but the blessing of the totem pole, which makes them so full that they are almost overflowing. If they don’t do anything, they will feel uncomfortable all over.

The golden horn placed the totem pole that turned into a tree on the table and then retreated.

The trunk and the tree are fundamentally integrated. After contact, both parties made crazy calls, and the energy in the roots and trunks also skyrocketed.

However, a layer of diaphragm stem is between the two, making it impossible to integrate harmoniously.

After so many years, the roots and trunks have become independent things and there is no possibility of integration again.

Just like a father-in-law who wants to take back the treasure that he has left him for decades, he still has to take it back perfectly, be able to use it normally, and pass on the family line.

I don’t dare to dream like this in my dreams!

In this case, it is basically impossible for the Tauren to take the promotion route of the God of Harvest.

But now it is different, the God of Harvest is by your side.

Yang Muyun knew that in this situation, unless he took action, the roots and trunks would not be able to integrate into one.

A rule of force was produced, and countless white fine buds were produced by the part of the trunk and roots. The fine buds grew and grew, clinging to each other, forming a close whole.

At the same time, the wood of the trunk also becomes softer from hard, and it is tightly bonded and kneaded little by little.

Yang Muyun used his perspective to see the gods and carefully observed the splicing of the trunks and roots.

From the direction of wood fibers, the texture of the rings, the catheter of the bark, etc...

After so many years of separation, the roots are still growing, and dozens of new branches of varying thickness are distributed, while the trunk has stopped growing and has become an instrument.

To reintegrate the two is no less than a precise surgical procedure.

But the goal of this surgery is larger and more complicated.

Time passes by minute by minute.

With the huge vitality brought by the power of harvest and the control of Yang Muyun from precision to molecular level, the trunk and roots finally completed the docking.

A green light surged out of the ground from the ground, then gathered into the roots of the tree, and then rushed towards the top of the tree along the connection between the trunk and the roots.

Like a pulsed light.

One after another, ray of light rushed forward.
To be continued...