Above The Sky (Yin Tianshen Yin) Chapter 412: The God of the Forest and the God of the Mountain (1/3)

After the night passed, the forests of Nanling at dawn were quiet, and the orange-red sunlight passed through the tree trunks and swaying branches, and hit the dewdrops.

The tall original ancient trees are covered with various fungus, mushrooms and vines, while green, black and yellow moss covers every corner of the forest, and white mist lingers among all the trees. With the breath of the flora and the forest, it is gradually dyed in various colors.

The miasma, or the language of the forest. They echo in the forest with the wind. The miasma is colorful, and in the eyes of humans, it represents death and poison, but in fact, it is full of vitality, but humans are too fragile to understand the power of this complex language.

Qunsen is alive.

It sounds like nonsense, after all, the trees just don't move, they are alive.

But Elder Manya Avod knew that this was not nonsense at all, but an emphasis.

It's just that the emphasis is not on 'living', but on 'group forest'.

In the beginning, it was just a big redwood forest.

This peculiar plant originally possessed a certain amount of spirituality. It could connect the power of the heavens and the earth, gather it into its own soul, and then build the original consciousness of the sea of ​​trees...

Then, it's not just Sequoia.

The residents of Sequoia Forest live in it. They coexist with the sea of ​​trees, and even gradually become a part of each other. In order to get closer to Qunsen, they voluntarily abandoned the technology they had since ancient times. Those forces that are enough to destroy nature and tame other kinds of monsters and beasts are gradually disappearing, and the Sequoia people have gradually become the "self-defense force" of the sea of ​​trees. .

Sequoia people think that the sea of ​​trees is one of the totem masters they worship, which is too self-righteous. The sea of ​​trees has never become the totem of any group of people. It belongs to this land, and all life on the land is a part of it. are its people.

Even the later group of imperial people is the same.

Whether it is cultivated farmland, or cultivated aquatic plants; The hyphae spreading in the land and the spreading spore mist are all gifts from the tree sea, and they are all part of the tree sea.

As long as Shuhai is willing, from the very beginning, the people of the empire will not be able to grow half a grain of grain.

But Shuhai tolerantly, or in other words, agreed without discrimination.

Because they don't care.

They don't care if their main body is the 'tamed' rice, and they don't care whether their power resides on an ancient giant tree or the lush green grass by the roadside; Grass dry food eaten by livestock.

They have been sublimated—sublimated to a higher state.

Two hundred years ago, decades ago, when the Sequoia people didn't know, when the imperial people fought with the mountain people and the Sequoia people.

When many lives are "sacrificing" to it with battles and deaths, hunting and hunting.

The sea of ​​trees has reached a place that even the mountain people could not reach when they were in their heyday... The so-called redwood forest is just its former body and a bridge to communicate with it.

Therefore, there is no such thing as strong or weak.

Just exist and continue.

The elders of the mountain people silently watched the forests below the mountain. Even though most of the mountain people no longer follow the ancient teachings to walk and live in the mountains, the tribe of the mountain people is still unwilling to move their ancestral land to more flat plains.

This is not because of a simple custom, but because the mountain people know that what they enshrine is not the 'God of the Forest', but another more powerful existence.

God of mountains and steel.

"But the limit is coming soon... If the **** has not returned...the mountain people no longer have a reason to be mountain people..."

Thinking of this, Elder Manya who was standing on the mountainside sighed, and paused for a moment with the bone staff in his hand.

This old mountain dweller with silver hair, green eyes and black skin turned around and prepared to return to his residence at the foot of the mountain.

However, before going down the mountain, he saw two familiar figures running towards his tribe with a somewhat familiar figure in the forest not far away.

"New friend?"

Slightly squinting his eyes, the old man looked carefully, and then showed a look of shock: "Wait, isn't that... Isn't that the little leader of the White People in Harrison Harbor?"

"How did they bring that knight here?"

Many thoughts flashed through his mind, Elder Man Ya gradually showed horror, he thought of a very terrifying possibility: "Wait... Could it be... Could it be that they kidnapped people here?!"

"Didn't I tell you many times before, if you really meet a dragon blood holder, first make a good friend, and then guide you slowly?!"

The word kidnapping is obviously not correct, at least the subject is wrong.

In Ian's opinion, he actually kidnapped Anfa and Xiou, forcing them to take him back to their lair.

In any case, the most dangerous time is over.

In the woods, when Anfa applied the medicine to himself, Ian felt relieved-if the two of them continued to quarrel, if he didn't give him the medicine, the Youying regeneration nucleus in his body would be suppressed I can't help but start to regenerate.

At that time, how should he explain it? Said that he was actually not a delicate goblin alchemist with thin skin and thin skin, but a silver goblin knight who could fight dragons head-on?

This joke is too big.

However, besides that, Ian also collected a lot of information.

Xio is indeed a dragon.

Even in this prosthetic body, the dragon blood left by him is very pure, and his source quality gives Ian an aura similar to that of the ancient dragon's core, presenting a dual element of wind and fire.

The reason why Anfa and Xiou misunderstood his own source quality as a dragon of water and soil is probably the ancient dragon core of the earth system, and the illusion brought about by the increase of the fairy source quality by the ether crystal.

And...

"They are indeed a team. They are more familiar than I thought."

Although he didn't open his eyes, the goblin's perception allowed Ian to know which areas he passed along the way. Using the map in the silver chip, he could easily know that he was getting closer to the surrounding area of ​​Indigo Mountain. At the mouth of the half-mountain gorge where the mountain people Avod lived.

And the Avod tribe...isn't it the tribe where the elder who is likely to recognize the dragon-related aura on him belongs?

Just as Ian was thinking, Anfa and Xiou had already carried him, the 'wounded', to the outskirts of the village of Avod at the fastest speed.

Elder Manya and his several guards stood in front of Anfa and Xiou with a heavy face.

"I asked you to pick up Anfa, why did it take you so long to come back? Go out and play and tell me in advance, don't worry the king of the mountain and me!"

The old man glared at Xiou, obviously his strength is about the same as Xiou's body, not to mention that the dragon body behind Xiou has the third energy level, but he still dared to scold him: "Shan The king told me yesterday to ask you to report to him after finishing your work... Does he want to find you? He is afraid that something will happen to you."

"Don't worry your mother!"

"Yes, yes... I was wrong... I will contact my mother immediately..."

Xio nodded obediently. He obviously respected the old man, and he didn't have the arrogance of the so-called 'dragon' in many novels and biographies.

"Anfa, please forgive my directness, but what's going on?"

Turning his head, Elder Manya looked at the green-haired elf bachelor. He frowned, and looked at the white knight who was 'comatose' behind the elf: "This knight...is indeed what we plan to develop One of the goals, but definitely not with such a crude method.”

"He has awakened the dragon blood left by his ancestors, so he is naturally our companion. In this case, we only need to approach slowly, not in a hurry."

"Little Grant is not as bold and charming as his father, but he may be stronger. Although Puddler is not very creative, he is one of the few craftsmen in Nanling who can make alchemy cannons."

Speaking of this, he paused the bone stick in his hand a little angrily: "I led the tribe to join the Dragon Worship Cult, not for the sake of enmity with the nobles of Nanling and the people of Bai."