The seedlings of the World Tree have been planted, and they are planted forty kilometers south of the World Tree, just outside the canopy of the World Tree, so that the sun will not be blocked by the World Tree, and it will not lose the protection of the World Tree.
In the fertile open space where all plants and weeds have been deliberately cleared away, a seedling stands alone on the ground.
When she first brought it back, Galadel was very distressed: "Why are you putting it in such a small flower pot? Does that goblin want to abuse our Miaomiao?"
Immediately transplant it and plant it in soil that has been carefully prepared for fertility, humidity, and softness.
But one day and two nights passed, and the condition of the saplings did not improve.
After normal plant transplantation, the condition of the sapling will be much better after adapting to the new environment. This sapling was placed in a grocery store box with silver coins and is a little sluggish. However, it has been a day and two nights since the transplant and it is still that sluggish.
state.
This is very troublesome, as it means that the saplings cannot adapt to the new environment.
"What's going on? Did you water it too much? Why are the seedlings in such poor condition?" Gaillard has been staying close to the saplings during this period. Even the Queen's duties are not as important as the seedlings of the World Tree at this moment.
This open space was sorted out by Gaillard herself. She took off her exquisite elf boots, rolled up her trouser legs, tied up her long hair, put on a straw hat, carried a hoe, and used her hands and feet to remove the weeds in this open space.
Clean it up, loosen the big clods of soil, mix in humus, water, and remove insects, all by yourself.
She disliked the fact that the high priest Galadel had no strength and was too slow to work.
However, after much fiddling with it, the sapling couldn't relax, which made them and the nearby elf elders who were watching anxious.
"No, the humidity is just right, consistent with the God of Life. The root system is not damaged, and the soil is very fertile. This is the environment where the God of Life grows. No matter the temperature, humidity, or sunshine, it is consistent." Galadel.
Speaking of.
"What's going on now? Have you asked the God of Life?" Gaillard asked.
"I asked, but the God of Life didn't respond to me." Galadel said worriedly: "The God of Life responds to me less and less now. I don't know whether it is the disease that is torturing it or lack of energy."
"Then what should we do? The God of Nature has never taught us how to plant the World Tree before." Gaillard sat down on the ground in a very ungraceful manner, not even half like the Elf Queen.
Galadel also sat down next to her: "What's so strange? You know how elves give birth to children, but do you know how children are formed in the belly? These are all natural laws. The God of Life said
It can’t touch the most natural laws, and it probably doesn’t know how to grow the world tree.”
"Then what should we do? Find the Druid?" Gaillard said distressedly.
Galadel glanced at her and woke her up: "Oh, I forgot that you are the most powerful druid of the elves." Concern leads to chaos.
"Would you like to try magic? To activate it?" Galadel asked in a low voice.
Druids have a lot of magic in planting, grazing, and germination. They are the masters of nature. But the world saplings are too important. No one dares to use magic on them easily. If they wither, they will become the treasure of the entire elves.
sinner.
And it doesn’t necessarily work. If the magic that stimulates germination works, the seeds will have sprouted long ago.
Gaillard was hesitant and unable to make a decision. The World Tree was too important, especially when the old World Tree was dying and there was only one new sapling. Any decision involving it must be made with caution.
"Oh, it would be great if there were more saplings." Gaillard sighed.
"Report...report to your majesty." An elf guard reported from a distance. Because it involved seedlings, Gaillard classified the area as a forbidden area. Most people were not allowed to approach. Even a large number of elf elders could only surround themselves outside.
One circle.
A valet ran over to listen to the report, and when he heard it, he screamed: "What? Really?"
Being able to scare your own guards should be very important, right? But what could be more important than the World Tree? Gaillard said worriedly from a distance: "What's the matter? Report it directly."
"Reporting to your majesty, someone sent a message to the new teleportation array for sending life branches asking us if we want world saplings. Guaranteed to be alive."
"Nonsense!" a male elf elder scolded after hearing this: "Are the world's saplings like cabbage? Anyone dares to say that there is. This kind of communication is clearly harassing. Just turn it off, and you still report it? Your Majesty has a lot of things to do every day, how can you report it?
You have no time to deal with such harassing communications!"
Everyone around them showed strange smiles, and Galadel even winked at Gaillard, causing Gaillard to give her a helpless look.
The unmarried Queen Gaillard is not only coveted by humans, but also by elves themselves. Suitors can be lined up from World Tree to Greenleaf City, and this 400-year-old elf elder is the most active among them. From time to time, she wants to show off.
.
The elf guard responded: "But the other party sent a good world branch."
"What!?" Gaillard and Galadel, who had been unimpressed just now, all jumped up.
When the two came to the teleportation array, they heard a mean voice coming from the teleportation array:
"Are you the elf sister? What I like most is chatting with the elf sister. Do you know? I finally snatched this opportunity to chat with you. My ancestors and the elves are the best friends, ah? I
What is it? Guess."
Gaillard's forehead is covered with black lines, where does this come from?
Not only did Gaillard have a black look on his face, but so did Nigris and Luther. This dead horse patted its chest and promised that it was very familiar with the elves, so everyone could rest assured to leave the communication task to it. After all,
Everyone knows the relationship between unicorns and elves.
Who would have thought that this guy was not communicating at all, but hooking up, and told him to go away, he retorted confidently:
"I am a poor unicorn. I was abandoned since I was a child. I have never received the care of my elf sister. Let me talk about what happened. Believe it or not, I will steal your dried beets at night!" After half of the unicorn grew,
, Lightning's courage is getting stronger and stronger.
When Luther heard this threat, he gave up on the spot. Without Luther, Nigris could do nothing to this dead horse and could only scold: "It's not pitiful for you to be abandoned. You deserve it."
Gaillard took the communication and asked directly: "You said you have World Tree seedlings? Is that true?"
Lightning and Nigris were refreshed. Has someone changed? Is the real owner here?
"Who are you? Can you make the decision?" Lightning asked.
"I am the Elf Queen Gaeladria, who are you?"
A hint of flinching flashed in Lightning's eyes, and he slid down from the teleportation array with his neck curled up.
"What's wrong?" Nigris was surprised.
Lightning, who is becoming more and more courageous, is now a master who is not afraid of anyone except Ange and the Angel Skeleton Zombie. After knowing Luther's destiny, he threatens the Juggernaut with stealing beets at every turn. Just hearing this
The name just flinches? Who is this?
"Elf hunter, dragon hunter Gaeladria, the new elf queen, a very scary woman." After Lightning finished speaking, he slipped out of the cave.
"Dragon hunter? Isn't that the same as human dragon-slaying warriors? So powerful? Eh, no, dragon hunter? Zhaobada, kill my dragon! Damn it, I want to chew up all the saplings of the World Tree and send her to teleport