"We are running away, don't worry about it, come and hit me if you can."
When Gaillard saw this, he immediately laughed angrily: "Okay, wait until I go over and beat you."
"Are you angry? We are angry too. We shouldn't save the God of Life and let him die. This will save you elves from being ungrateful and repaying kindness with hatred."
"Can't you see such a simple thing? No. Do you think we don't know what you want? No. The tree of life belongs to itself, not to you elves."
The second and third paragraphs of the letter brought some shame and emotion to Gaillard. Their thoughts were clearly visible to others.
However, these shames disappeared again in the fourth paragraph.
"You have a lot of people, and this is the home field. If you have the ability to send people over to challenge each other, the loser will run naked around the World Tree. Do you dare?!"
Among the other guys, including Ange and Negris, the only one wearing clothes is the little angel. Does it mean anything to them whether he runs naked or not?
Paragraph 5: "Seeing as you don't dare, let's leave first. When the God of Life wakes up, we will come back. Then we will accuse the elves of their rudeness in front of him."
"The crops, industries and people we left here have been taken care of by me. If due to you, the crops fail, the industry goes bankrupt or the people die, the God of Life will definitely punish you, and the God of Immortality will not punish you.
He will spare you, but the God of Knowledge will also curse you."
"If you can't do it, we will send you a leaf of a sapling every month until it becomes bald. I hope you will know better."
Up to this point in the letter, there are still some messy marks underneath, as if several people were fighting for pen and ink when writing this letter.
"What's in the letter?" Galadel quickly leaned over to ask after seeing Gaillard finish reading.
Gaillard handed the letter directly to her, and looked at the City of Beauty and World Tree in the distance, lost in thought.
Galadel finished reading and said in surprise: "There are still crops? I'll go and see."
Jumping back, she transformed into a giant eagle and soared into the sky. Soon she found a large rice field by the Dragon Lake. After falling down, she picked a tree at random. When she took a closer look, her expression changed drastically.
Astoria was the third one to take the letter. Her hand gently wiped across the parchment, and the writing instantly seemed to have come to life and was touched by her fingers.
Soon, Astoria finished 'reading' the entire letter with her fingers.
"What should I do?" Gaillard asked in embarrassment.
Astoria smiled slightly: "Can you find which plane they are in?"
Gaillard shook his head: "The approximate range can be determined, but the specific abyss is difficult. It may take several years or even decades to investigate one by one. It will require a lot of manpower and material resources, and there may be casualties."
"Then before you find them, take care of the things they left behind." Astoria said.
Gaillard hesitated: "Is this good? There is a sentence in the letter that is right. The tree of life belongs to them. Let's fight for it like this, okay?"
Astoria smiled slightly: "I have to ask you, can you, or the elves, bear the price of losing the God of Life?"
Gaillard's whole body was shocked and he immediately shook his head: "No."
As the queen of elves, she is very aware of the shortcomings of the elves. Without the God of Life, the elves are likely to become extinct.
"Now, you have only two choices. Grab the sapling at all costs and cultivate it while it is still young. Maybe it will not remember that it was robbed. The God of Life once said,
It has no memory of things that happened ten thousand years ago, so it doesn’t know how we elves were born.”
Gaillard fell into deep thought and asked after a while: "What about the second one?"
"Build a good relationship, and when it is able to protect the elves, the whole family will join it," Estoria said.
Compared with the first one, the second one is more like a joke. Gaillard said angrily: "Don't be joking."
Astoria smiled slightly and did not refute.
Gaillard took a deep breath and decided: "That's it, make a good relationship for the time being, take care of the industrial crops they left behind, and at the same time search the abyss where they are, and grab the saplings, the Tree of Life, at all costs.
It must belong to the elves."
With a swish, a giant eagle flew back, transformed into Galadel and said: "Maybe it's not that simple, you see."
Gaillard glanced at it blankly. What could she, a dragon hunter, see through a rice seedling? She could only look confused.
Astoria stretched out her hand and touched it, but found nothing wrong.
"I picked these by the Dragon Dragon Lake. The water in the lake is salty, and these are salty rice." Galadel said eagerly.
The dragon hunter and the God of Truth obviously didn't realize the key point. They just asked: "Is it very precious? Very rare? It seems that human food cannot be grown in salt water, right?"
"Unprecedented, this is a new kind of food, a new kind of food that can be grown in salt water and saline-alkali land, a brand-new crop, and no one can be sure to 'take care of' them." Speaking of 'care'
When it's good, Galadel's tone is particularly emphatic.
Now Gaillard and Astoria realized the crux of the problem. The brand-new grains were still salty. Even Galadel was not sure of taking good care of them, so who could take care of them?
If you don't take good care of them and the seeds die, how can you maintain a good relationship with them?
Now that Ange and others were forced to run away, they must be feeling angry, and the elves have killed their new food seeds. They will definitely hate the elves by then.
"Is it very precious?" Gaillard asked. If it is not precious, then it will die if it is planted. How much is the food worth? Then double, triple, or ten times the compensation will be enough.
Galadel nodded and said with suppressed excitement: "Let's put it this way, one-fifth of the land in the world that can be reclaimed as cultivated land belongs to saline-alkali land. If this kind of crop can be promoted, it will be equivalent to an extra five-fifth of the world's land.
One-fifth of the world's arable land can feed one-fifth of the world's population."
Gaillard was frightened, and a word flashed through his mind - priceless treasure.
"How about we apologize to them and ask them to come back?" Galadel suggested.
Gaillard and Astoria rolled their eyes at her in unison. Of course, Astoria didn't have the whites of her eyes to roll, but everyone could understand their expressions.
The mighty elven army retreated in despair, leaving only a group of elven druids led by Galadel and a group of Chimera knights.
The druids led by Galadel are naturally there to take care of the saltwater magic rice. This is a hard job. The elves are not adapted to the desert climate, but these elven druids are happy because they have to take care of them.
It is an unprecedented new grain.
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In the Holy Heaven, the Square of the Gods, Ange stood in the reclaimed farmland, looking at the sky in a certain direction from time to time, lost in thought.
Luther, who had just come up from the Abyss of Rest, saw this scene and asked worriedly: "Is this still the case, sir?"
Nigris sighed helplessly: "Yes, I miss him so much."
"Damn elves, you should have taken me with you then and let me chop them all up on the spot." Luther said indignantly.
"Really? I'll take you with me next time. There aren't many elves. There are three magic gods, one of whom can ban demons, a dozen arcane mages, a dragon hunter, three archers, and hundreds of people.
It's just a group of magicians." Nigris said pretending to be very excited.
Every time he said another word, Luther's face twitched, and he couldn't stop being embarrassed. He quickly changed the subject: "By the way, Mr. Naig, do you still have upgrade beans? Anna's strength has reached a bottleneck, and she wants to use upgrade beans to rush.
Let's try to see if we can break through the great swordsman."
Nigris spread his hands: "No more, Ange took them all to plant."
"Ah!? No more? What should I do now? Anna is so lazy. Without the upgrade beans, she won't bother to break through. She might just end up as a high-level swordsman and never be able to level up again."
Luther scratched his head in distress and said: "Sir, do you think I should force her to steal her quilt when she sleeps, grab her paper when she goes to the toilet, throw sand at her when eating, and force her to break through?
I’m afraid it’ll hurt the brother and sister’s relationship too much.”
Nigris' jaw almost dropped when he heard this: "How can we break through... can we still use this method?"
"Of course, to stimulate your potential." Luther was a little eager to try. It didn't matter whether he made a breakthrough or not, the main thing was that it was quite exciting.
"No, no, no, it's too hurtful. Just ask the evil god to change it, Ange."
Nigris took the initiative to take over the task of upgrading the beans. Firstly, he felt pity for Anna and saved her from being killed by her unreliable brother. Secondly, he also wanted to find something to do for Ange to distract him.
Now this vegetable-growing skeleton has become more enthusiastic. In the past, he was satisfied with just a piece of land, but now he is no longer able to do so. He misses the endless farmland and wasteland on the shores of Chuilong Lake and the island in the center of the lake all day long.
He obviously also understood that the elves were powerful and could not go back for a while, so he didn't say anything. He only occasionally looked at a certain direction in a daze when he was playing with crops in the field. He was so sensible that it made people feel heartbroken.
"Ange, where's that evil statue? Take it out and exchange it for some upgrade beans. Anna is about to break through, and the upgrade beans can help her break through."
Ange nodded, took out the statue of the evil god and put an elf bean on it.
With a swish, a furry claw immediately stretched out, held down the elf bean, and hooked it back.
Then immediately, the little paw stretched out again and slapped the place where the elephant was holding the hand, very hard, and finally he clenched the little paw and bent his elbow.
Nigris and Luther looked at each other and said with some uncertainty: "It is... angry?"
"It seems like, why are you angry?"
"Angry that we didn't find it for so long to exchange for beans?"
After saying this, everyone thought it was a bit ridiculous. Dangdang, an evil god, was angry because no one asked him to exchange for upgrade beans?
Ange took an elf bean and touched it with his tightly clenched fist.
The little fist was clenched tightly and did not let go.
Ange touched it again, loosened it a little, touched it again, and loosened it a little more. When he saw that it was almost done, Ange clamped the elf bean between its toes.
The little paw pinched it and then slowly retracted it. Looking at the speed and weakness, you can see its reluctance.
After retracting it, the little paw stretched out again and patted the place where the hand was resting.
Ange put the fairy beans on, and when he got the fourth one, his little paw stretched out and there was an extra upgrade bean in his hand.
"Hey, isn't it five for one upgrade bean? Why did it become four for one?" Nigris asked in confusion.
Luther guessed: "Could it be that it hasn't been replaced for a long time? It thinks that we dislike the price and takes the initiative to increase the price for us?"
"It's possible. What do you think it does in exchange for so many fairy beans? To fill the stomach?" Nigris asked.
"Well, if it is an evil god and relies on fairy beans to fill its stomach, how many pills should it eat a day? We haven't changed it with it for so long, and it hasn't starved to death," Luther said.
I saw Ange picking up the elf bean, mobilizing the elements to burn on its surface, and quickly engraved a few small words: "Are you hungry?"
The elf bean was hooked away, and the furry claws immediately stretched out again, but as soon as they were stretched out, they immediately retracted, probably because they discovered the words on the bean.
Then after several minutes, the paw stretched out, and there was a black stone on the palm, with two words written crookedly on it: "So hungry."
"It can read human words. You ask it, can it be full after eating elf beans?" Nigris said excitedly.
"Can the elf bean be full?" Ange carved the words and put the elf bean into his palm.
"It's delicious." The little paw stretched out, and there was still a black stone on the palm.
"Anything else to eat?"
The sentence "Others are delicious" is not marked, but Nigris guessed that it should be a question, otherwise it would not correspond to the question.
"What else have you eaten?"
This question made the little paw not reach out for a long time. After a few minutes, it reached out and saw a furry head crookedly drawn on the black stone. It was tilted and doubts were expressly expressed in its two eyes.
In addition to the stone, there was also an upgrade bean. Despite the conversation, the evil god obviously did not forget to exchange the four elf beans and returned one upgrade bean.
This soul-level painting style made Luther and Nigris burst into laughter: "It seems that it doesn't know what it has eaten. Let's try the same ones and see if it wants something else."
Ange thought for a while and took out a small glowing fragment.
Nigris was so frightened that he grabbed him and said, "What do you want to do? This is a fragment of the god. What do you want to do?"
The soul in the body of God escaped, but was caught by the God of Life and crushed to pieces.
The broken spirit was scattered and was gathered up unceremoniously by Ange. Together with a large piece snatched by the little angel, more than half of the soul of the god's body was in Ange's hands.
"There are many." Ange took out a handful. They were all fragments of the gods. The piece he took out before was not as good as one-sixtieth of what is here.
"Then save your money and don't waste it." Nigris had no choice but to let go.
The fragment of the spirit was placed on the holding hand, and the little paws pressed it down, then hooked it back.
After more than ten seconds, he stretched out his claws again and grabbed a handful full of them, about seven or eight upgrade beans. He threw them down, retracted them, and grabbed another handful.
A small fragment of the spirit was exchanged for two handfuls of sixteen upgrade beans.
"There are too many. I can't use them. Ask if I can change them to something else." Nigris said.
Ange used the elf bean to carve the words: "Change it with something else." and put it together with a fragment of the spirit.
There was no movement for several minutes again.
Everyone is not in a hurry. Now Nigris has figured it out. His little paws are not moving. He is either hesitating about what to exchange for, or he is weighing the value of what to exchange for.
The little paws stretched out again, holding something in their hands, flexing and stretching the palms and toes, as if they wanted to give but didn't want to give.
Finally, he opened his palm, and there were black crystal fragments the size of half a fingernail spread out on it.