His actions alerted others. A man ran over from a distance and asked loudly: "What are you doing? Don't dig up the tree."
"Ah? Dig the tree, no, no, no, I want to protect it. I want to build a mound to surround it, otherwise the restful wind will blow it to death." Luther explained.
"Oh, there is no need to protect it. The wind of Sabbath cannot kill it. It grew up under the blow of the wind of Sabbath. There are many trees over there." The man said.
Following the direction pointed by the man, Luther ran over and found that there was a sapling at regular intervals. Some were strong and some were crooked, but none of them looked like they had been blown by the wind of rest. Could it be that Li
Is what Sha said true? Lord Ange really tamed the wind of rest?
After running for a while, Luther finally saw what he could understand. Several saplings were surrounded by stone walls built with stones.
"There is still the wind of rest, otherwise why are they surrounded? Each sapling is arranged differently. Is it possible that this is an experiment? Just like the control group that Lord Ange said?" Luther murmured.
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All his doubts came to an end when he saw a row of tree walls. He saw a green wall appearing on the distant horizon. When he ran closer, he saw a row of trees as tall as one person, separated by five or six trees.
There was one in Mi. It was much stronger than the ones he saw along the way, and it looked weird.
Normal trees grow taller, but the tops of these saplings have been pruned and all grow horizontally. The horizontal branches are strong and the branches and leaves are lush, covering the gaps between the trees, causing them to look like a wall from a distance.
Similar.
This kind of growth does not look like a tree, but more like a shrub, but the branches and leaves are particularly lush, which is really strange.
There were many people active near the tree wall, among which a yellow figure flying around was particularly conspicuous.
"Lord Naig!" Luther flew over as if he was seeing a relative, full of questions.
"Hey, it's Luther, why are you here? Okay, come on, one, two, three." After greeting Luther, Nigris started to drink to the others, and everyone worked together to put a tree between the two trees.
The last tree was lifted up and transplanted seven or eight meters away to form a second row of tree walls.
Luther hurried over to help, and while lifting it, he asked: "Sir Naig, why are we moving this tree? Isn't it planted as a tree wall to block the wind? If it is moved, wouldn't it stop blocking the wind?"
"We are just studying the most reasonable wind-blocking arrangement. This broken tree can not only block the wind, but also neutralize the destructive power of the wind of rest. The wind blows through the gap and becomes a cool breeze." Negris looked disgusted.
said in a tone of voice.
It can really block the wind of rest! Luther was shocked, and his guess came true. What kind of broken tree is this? Is this a sacred tree?
"Why isn't it a broken tree? It needs an environment for germination and an environment for growth. Planting it densely won't work, planting it sparsely won't work, and just planting it won't work. Watering it is useless, and fertilizing it is useless. It must be nearby crops.
It has to grow strong, but it's so troublesome that it drives me crazy. If it hadn't been for the fact that it could survive the wind of rest and be able to withstand the wind, I would have shoveled it long ago."
Lightning poked his head out from behind a tree: "You shovel, you shovel, you shovel~~~."
"Hey, it's Lightning. Hello, hey, have you grown so many horns?" In excitement, Luther saw everyone being friendly, so he rushed over and wanted to hug Lightning, but Lightning slipped and avoided it.
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"Well hidden!" Luther became competitive, his fighting spirit surged throughout his body, and he rushed over with a sudden increase in speed.
The last time it was due to the strength of Onard's riding, Luther didn't pay all his attention to it. This time it was one-on-one. After a while, Luther pulled the half of a horn that grew out of the palm of his hand and pulled it.
It was dragged back.
"Hey, hey, let go, let go, or I'll shock you." Ling Ling looked like he wanted to struggle but didn't dare to use any force.
Nigris laughed loudly: "Okay, good catch, Luther, you grab it, I'll get a saw to cut off its horns, Siobada, I think I know why its horns are broken,
I'm going to saw it off now."
Nigris flew away excitedly to get the saw, but when he came back with the saw, Lightning had disappeared, and there was a bag on Luther's waist, containing beets.
After scolding Luther bitterly, Nigris held the saw with his short hand and cut off some excess branches of the sapling.
"Master Naige, please don't be angry. I'll catch it back later. It's better not to saw the tree. It will be bad if it kills you. By the way, you haven't said what kind of sacred tree this is. It can actually hold up the tree."
Live in the wind of rest?" Luther thought he had angered the brass dragon and quickly comforted him.
"Saw a tornado to death, and I'm pruning it. You said it, catch it for me later. Trimming the branches and leaves will make it grow more regularly and faster, and there will be no more seeds. Ange said to get more
Branch, see if you can make a cutting, haha, if you can succeed, the elf will go crazy." Nigris laughed.
"Elves? Why do elves go crazy?" Luther asked in confusion.
"This is the world tree, the world tree. The elves can't grow it with seeds, let alone cuttings. However, it takes a long time in the early stage, and it is too difficult to grow in the later stage. Moreover, after planting so many trees, not one of them has consciousness, and there is no consciousness at all.
It can’t be called World Tree.” Nigris regretted.
"Elves? Eh? I seem to have heard about elves recently, but why do elves go crazy? Is this the legendary World Tree? Does the World Tree belong to elves? Is it bad to plant it?" Luther was puzzled.
Asked.
Nigris thought, yes, why do you always think that the elves will go crazy? Isn't it a good thing to plant the world tree? The elves should be happy if they know it.
Negris thought in his mind, maybe it was the arrogance of those elves and their respect for the World Tree when he was a guest among the elves, which caused him to feel this way. Those elves looked disgusted even when others approached the World Tree.
, let alone the World Tree being planted by others.
Thinking of this, Nigris became jealous and asked quietly: "You said, what do you think we sell the World Tree sprouts to the elves?"
Luther didn't bother to care. He didn't have Nigris's bad taste. He just wanted to come to Lord Ange and asked, "Where did you go?"
"Growing vegetables, where else can I go? I've been using the quick-death aura too much recently, but I've squeezed it dry. Now I'm just growing vegetables in the normal way."
Arriving at the terraces of the Great Rift Valley, I saw an angel skeleton holding Ange's shoulder blades, flying slowly and fluttering by. Ange spread his hands sideways, and cast rain spells continuously, and water droplets fell into his palms like shower heads.
Sprinkle it out.
Luther looked distorted: "This method is really 'normal'. Are you casting magic with both hands at the same time? Casting two magics at the same time?"