Of course, Nigris was just saying that if it dared to chew all the saplings, Ange could hang it up, and then let the angel skeleton shine a holy light on it.
Next came the negotiation phase, but the Elf Queen revealed a shocking news: "Someone has already sold us a World Tree sapling, and he has gained the friendship of the elves. Yours is the second one, so..."
Although the latter words were omitted, Nigris still understood what the other party meant. Didn't he just want to lower the price? Who sold the seedlings of the Elf World Tree? Nigris had a bad feeling.
"Who sold us the seedlings? Sorry, I can't reveal my friend's information," Gaillard said.
"Just tell me the other person's race." Nigris said.
After learning that the other party was a goblin, Nigris roared in his heart: Goblin! Goblin! It is indeed a goblin. He got the damn silver coins first! Isn't he afraid of being caught and searching his memory to expose us?
No, no, he has a soul connection with Ange and can ask Ange to protect his soul at any time.
What a good guy, he is indeed a goblin profiteer. He has considered all aspects, and he deserves to take the lead. Nigris has to be convinced.
The first order was snatched away, so there was no way to pay a high price. Nigris asked tentatively: "What price are you willing to pay for the second world sapling?"
…
While Negris was bargaining with the Elf Queen, Ange reached into the Palace of Rest and cultivated the fields on the farm. One hand floated in the air, which was very magical.
To him, the elf queen, the world tree, the friendship of the elves, the believers, and the soul flame are all insignificant. As long as the tree can be planted, grown, and eaten, that's all.
His life is no different from when he was in the Palace of Rest: sowing, watering, fertilizing, pollinating, and harvesting. The quick-death halo just speeds up the whole process.
Even without the halo, there seems to be nothing wrong with being a 'normal' species.
If a bard wrote a biography for him, he would probably only write: Farming, stopping fights, farming, stopping fights, fighting little zombies, farming, stopping fights, farming..., a hard-working poet.
Each seed is sown accurately to the corresponding position, flat and straight. Even in the farmland without ridges, a straight line can be seen, just as precise as when he harvested.
After sowing the seeds, Ange moved his hands to the edge of the field, performed pollination techniques, rolled up soil from the ground and sprinkled it into the field. It was soon covered with a thin layer, and then watered.
The whole process is smooth and smooth, full of precision and smoothness.
This field has been fully planted. With one hand floating, it moves to another field. The crops planted there have sprouted, and the small tips have broken through the soil. Small green dots cover the surrounding field soil, neatly.
They look good, it’s time to water them.
While floating, Ange suddenly stopped and tilted his head, as if he heard something.
After thinking for a while, Ange entered the Palace of Rest with his mind and reflected his own shadow inside.
The farm was still so quiet, and the wind was still so gentle, no different than it had been for more than a thousand years, but when he listened carefully, Ange seemed to hear something.
Use force——.
Use force——long——.
Use force——long——long——.
Porphyrin!
There was a sound as if something was being squeezed. Ange looked around and found that a bud had just squeezed out the first pair of leaves.
Ange floated over and took a look and found that it turned out to be the World Tree.
In order to test the most suitable environment for the growth of World Tree, Ange threw one of them into the Palace of Rest. The next day, he found that it was languid, so Ange didn't take care of it. He didn't expect to leave it alone for so many days.
, it actually sent out opposite leaves?
Could those 'sounds' just now be made by this little sapling?
Those are actually not sounds, but a kind of weak message, just like the wail of a wraith, it is an unconscious message, but it is the first time that it can be felt so clearly.
Ange squatted down and hugged his knees to observe.
Dry--.
It was indeed the message sent by the sapling. Ange felt that it was saying that the ground was too dry. Because of observing it, Ange even forgot to water it.
After pouring a wave of water on it, Ange began to water the surrounding crops. Then he was curious, and he also wanted to plant vegetables, right?
Use force—long—use force—long.
After watering the saplings, the message sent by the saplings became clearer and clearer. After "strengthening" there for a long time, there was no change at all. But when I turned around and saw that the saplings that had just been watered had all grown taller.
The first pair of leaves are exposed.
Ange tilted his head and seemed to understand that the so-called force of the sapling was to make the nearby crops 'strength'. Looking at the moisture under its feet, it was wetter than the nearby plots. It had not absorbed the water just poured.
Therefore, its "drying" is not its own drying, but the "drying" of other crops.
Therefore, this tree may not need water or nutrients. The growth of other crops is its nutrients.
The same is true for the World Tree outside, but this tree can send out some information, which makes Ange more certain. It seems that this tree cannot be planted using ordinary planting methods.
Use force—long, force—long, force—long—, not long….
Just as Ange was meditating, the message from the sapling became stronger and stronger, waking him up. In addition to the 'long' message, there was also a trace of loss mixed in it.
Where is it not growing? The surrounding plants are thriving and full of vitality. They are indeed in much better condition than without this sapling.
Ange searched around and finally found that the only one who was not growing was himself, and the loss of the sapling seemed to be directed at him.
Ange tilted his head and thought of an idea. He turned his back, took off his right hand, held it with his left hand and slowly stretched it out.
Long-long-long-! The saplings indeed sent out a very warm message.
Idiot! Ange stamped it in his heart.
Find a flower pot, dig out the sapling and transplant it into the flower pot. Since it does not need moisture in the soil, you need to use another method to plant it.
Carry the sapling to the center of the area, place it on the ground, and then make a footprint next to it.
Countless crops are competing to grow. The crops that originally only grew opposite leaves quickly grow true leaves, stems and leaves, bloom, and bloom...
Use force - force - long - long - long - pop -.
The sapling sent out a cheerful and enthusiastic message, and the two small pairs of leaves began to flutter in the wind. Finally, there was a sound of something 'squeezing', and the sapling, which had grown taller, squeezed out the first pair of true leaves.
Long - long - long -, which makes it more cheerful.
Digging out the footprints, running around dragging the sickle, harvesting the mature crops, and calculating when you come back, hey, this time the halo only cost 1,500 soul flames?
Is it because of the small sapling that the soul flame is saved? Ange picked up the flower pot from the ground and looked at it curiously. Is it so useful?
The saplings that had grown true leaves tried their best to turn their true leaves towards Ange: use force - grow - force - grow - not grow...?
It's easy to use, but it's too stupid. It's stupider than a little zombie.
The sapling needs to stimulate the growth of other plants before it can grow on its own, so it is most suitable to follow Ange.
Taking it out from the Palace of Rest, Ange held it in his left hand, which was a little in the way. He moved it to his right hand, but it was still in the way. Finally, after thinking about it, Ange put the flower pot on his head.
The bottom of the flower pot has a slight dent, which just fits the helmet. When you top it up, it fits perfectly and won't fall off unless you shake it hard.
With a thought, the armored ghost on his body extended a strap from his back to frame the flower pot. Now it's better, and it won't fall off if you shake it hard.
"A sapling costs 500,000 magic crystals? Are you kidding me? This is a sapling from the world, not a Chinese cabbage. There is no sincerity in your offer."
In the teleportation array, the bargaining between Nigris and Gaillard also entered a fever pitch.
"But, we already have a sapling. The second one can't be more expensive than the first one, right? You don't want these business licenses, licenses, tax exemptions and other certificates. The first friend who sold the sapling to us,
He likes these certification documents so much that he doesn’t even want any money from us,” Gaillard said distressedly.
"I'm not going to do business in your elf country, so what do I need that thing for? You elves have so many good things, so why not exchange them for good things, such as elf bean seeds that are enough to eat just one, moon wells, essence of life, and forest treasures?
The soul, the heart of a druid, and the elf who specializes in pollinating and collecting dew can all be exchanged." Negris said.
Gaillard was silent for a while, then asked in a solemn tone: "Who are you? Why do you know these things?"
Nigris was surprised, didn't others know? He asked Yggdrasil back then. Could it be that these are the secrets of the elves?
He quickly made up for it: "I asked the God of Knowledge."
"The God of Knowledge?" She didn't expect to get such an answer. Gaedra over there was also confused. She didn't know who the God of Knowledge was.
After asking around, I asked, "Is it that silly brass dragon? Is it still alive?"
"You..." Nigris exploded on the spot. What's so stupid? You are stupid. Your whole family is stupid. Are these human words?
He wished he could teleport over and blow the opponent's dog head off on the spot, but when he thought that the opponent was a dragon hunter, Nigris thought about it and forgot about it, muttering a few words in a low voice: "For the sake of your young age, I won't argue with you.
"
"Of course the God of Knowledge is still alive. It is omnipotent and told me that the elves have many valuable things and are absolutely capable of paying the cost of cultivating the World Tree seedlings. It is also because we believe in the strength of the elves that we spend huge manpower and material resources.
Come and cultivate the saplings, otherwise they would have been plowed out long ago. Do you want to sincerely offer me a price, otherwise I will plow them down."
Nigris thought bitterly: You dare to say that I am stupid? Look who is stupid.
When he heard that it was about to be shoveled, Gaillard became anxious and said quickly: "If you have something to say, say it well. If you have something to say, say it well. We have a lot of good things."
After a final discussion, the elves exchanged half a million magic crystals, an elf bean seed, and two moon wells for a world sapling.
After determining the exchange price, Gaillard felt a little bit at a disadvantage because compared to the first sapling, the exchange value this time was significantly higher.
Although silver coins like those qualification certificates very much, they are essentially just a few pieces of paper. Even if you get them, you need to work hard to make a profit.
But this time it's not the case. Forget about the five hundred thousand magic crystals that are made of real money, the seeds of the elf beans are the most valuable.
It is a high-energy food. The elf beans that grow are only about the size of a thumb, but they can provide a living person with a day's nutritional needs and enough satiety. One can provide a day's food needs. It is simply
A strategic logistics supply artifact.
Because of this kind of elf beans, the elves never have to worry about logistics. Even if they travel thousands of kilometers, each person can carry hundreds of days' worth of dry food with them, and it's no problem to return home for supplies after finishing.
Secondly, there is the Moon Well. The silver coin takes away only fifty liters of Moon Spring, while what Nigris wants to take away are two wells that produce Moon Spring.
"The damn God of Knowledge has leaked so many secrets of our elves. I'll kill it when I see it later. By the way, let me change my title. God-killer Hunter sounds better than Dragon Hunter." Gaillard said through gritted teeth.
The two parties made an oath and began to exchange things. Fortunately, the sapling took up a small space. The two moon wells took up the most space. Now this teleportation array can only teleport one at a time, and there is a risk.
The Moon Well is larger than a human being. What if the person teleported here is not the Moon Well but a dragon hunter?
As a precaution, Nigris called Luther and Angel Skull back.
As soon as the angel skeleton and the little zombie came back, they immediately looked for Ange, ran over and reached out to poke the flower pot on his head.
Ange opened his hand.
The angel skeleton and the little zombie realized that it couldn't be touched, so they put away their hands obediently, but their curiosity remained unabated. The angel skeleton flapped its wings and flew up, curiously looking at the saplings inside.
The young sapling was startled by the big face that suddenly appeared in front of it. The two true leaves turned around and gestured, sending out a passionate message: harder-longer-harder-longer.
The angel skeleton observed it for a while, then suddenly turned around and glanced at the little zombies that were constantly jumping around, jumping once to look at the flowerpot, and confirmed that they were the same type, so it lost interest in the saplings and flew away.
Only the little zombie was left jumping around, so the sapling turned the true leaf over and gestured towards it, and then sent out a blank message: things here don't grow--.
The exchange process went smoothly, and the elves did not take the opportunity to raid them. After receiving all the things, Nigris also sent the saplings over, and both parties settled in good terms.
Nigris breathed a sigh of relief and turned around, then discovered Ange's new appearance.
"Who gave you the new look? Why do you put a flower pot on your head?" When I took a closer look, there was a sapling inside.
"What kind of sapling is this? Huh? Is it alive? I feel like it is saying something, right? This is the sapling of the World Tree? Has it awakened its consciousness?" Nigris became more and more shocked as he spoke, and finally screamed.
Got up.
Ange nodded, and the flower pot and the seedlings inside followed his movements little by little.
Nigris took a breath: "Oh my God, I said that a tree without consciousness is not qualified to be called the World Tree. Good guy, this tree is qualified."
As soon as he finished speaking, Nigris thought of something, turned to look at the teleportation array, and said excitedly: "With the real world tree, we can sell those big trees to the elves, and earn two for one dollar."
Second-rate."
PS: I originally wanted to update ten chapters in a row, but I overestimated myself, so I turned over and continued to be a salty fish.