King from scratch

The tree man's roots moved very fast, quickly closing the distance between him and the forest. As the distance got closer, the voice from the forest became clearer.

The movement of different animals when hunting, the sound of swaying plants, the slight sound of flapping wings, and the almost inaudible sound when the leaves are slightly lowered are all transmitted to the perception.

Ents don't often "see" the world in this way.

For them, the world is open to them most of the time, and nature never excludes them, the murmur of trees, the chirping of grass, the wind will bring distant sounds where their sight cannot reach .

But here, nature closed the open door, and the familiar voice disappeared from their ears. He could only open his eyes and gaze at the strange forest, using the branches to listen to those silent voices.

Hunting, escaping, cooperating...the food chain is everywhere.

The tree man walked into the forest, and countless familiar and unfamiliar breaths poured in, making him slow down and observe the forest.

Trees spread from the front, forming a dense forest. Creatures jumping between the branches skillfully avoid the attack of predators. The fast-running animals try to escape the predators behind them, but forget the danger ahead. The predator caught the target and quickly divided up the freshest part, while other predators attracted by the flesh and blood appeared one after another.

The appearance of the tree man did not arouse the vigilance of any aborigines. It was like seeing an inconspicuous tree. Jumping animals passed through its branches without hesitation. Animals looking for dried fruits climbed up the branches and climbed up on the crown Tossing and turning, the bird flying across the sky paused briefly on him, then started again.

They rejected the Ent, but did not consider him an enemy.

The druids came a little late, and only entered the forest at this moment. The treatment they received was very different from that of the treants. The animals that sensed the intruders disappeared into the forest in an instant after confirming that the other party was stronger.

It was just the sound of footsteps for a few seconds. When the druid arrived at the scene, the lively scene had disappeared, and the area in front of him fell into a brief silence.

The treant shook the branch, and after telling them not to follow, he planned to go deep into the forest alone.

"Arnold." Lincoln, who was in a hurry to catch up, called out to him, stretched out his hand and pressed on the branch of the tree man, and communicated with the tree man in a special way again.

This communication lasted a little longer, obviously not very smooth.

But no matter what, the communication will always end.The tree man shook the crown, moved the roots, and walked deep into the forest.

The expressions of the other druids were a little dignified.

"How to say?"

"Arnold said he knew." Lincoln's expression was not reassuring: "There are things in the forest that attract him more."

The other druids glanced at the plants outside the forest: "Shall we start from the outermost?"

"Are there any extinct plants here?" The druid muttered, "It seems to be very common."

"It's the first time I feel that I can't feel the natural feeling at all." Another druid reached out and gently touched the inconspicuous vines on the ground.

The vines jumped up immediately, tightly entangled his hands, and the sharp thorns hidden under the outer green coat stretched out, sucking the blood of the prey at an astonishing speed.

The druid didn't show any surprise at its reaction, he felt the speed of blood loss, and touched the vine lovingly with his other hand - and then this hand was also entangled by the vine.

"Judging from the speed of eating, it is very healthy. It seems that the food chain here is very sound." The druid concluded that the necklace on his wrist suddenly swelled, and the small mushrooms quickly grew from seeds to full bodies, isolated vine.

Because the feeding was interrupted, the vines reacted violently. At some point, other vines that slowly extended to the druid's feet surged up, trying to completely restrain the other party at once and eat a full meal.

The mushroom in the druid's hand shook slightly, releasing a layer of spores.

The aggressive vine seemed to be confused, slowly retracted, and then quickly disappeared from sight with a swish.

"Can't communicate with plants..." Druid took out a pen and paper, wrote down the judgment of the vines, and wrote, "I don't like it."

On the other side, the druid, who was carefully piercing through the trunk of the big tree, stared intently at the liquid flowing out of the piercing hole, and said, "Why did they reject us? We are friends."

As he spoke, he took out a pen and paper to record the condition of the plant, and commented on it: "Very healthy."

"Even Arnold can't communicate with them." Another druid lay on the ground, staring at the green shoot protruding from the ground, carefully observing the part of it protruding from the ground.

"Let's not talk about us." He leaned closer as he spoke, sniffed the smell gently, and discerned something in the mixed smell of soil: "It's a bit strange."

"What's wrong?" Another druid who climbed onto the book at some point continued.

"Green core shouldn't grow in the same place as longleaf purple tree..."

Another druid continued: "And this place doesn't conform to Xiaoshenghua's growth habits."

"It's strange. Logically speaking, Ziyingshu should not be competitive in this environment, but it seems to be in good condition."

"It should be said that the plants here are all healthy." Lincoln withdrew his gaze from the tree trunk in front of him, and chose a direction at random: "From here as a starting point, continue to observe in this direction."

While the druids were still on the periphery, the treants had already reached the depths of the forest.

After the continuous expansion of the kingdom's territory, the area of ​​the forest has also leapt, at least it does conform to what a forest should look like.

In the depths of the endless trees, those plants that were originally unable to grow wantonly because the forest area was too small quietly occupied a corner.

The Treant felt this first—he had broken into an area.

The swaying flowers, bright and gorgeous, dazzle in the depths of the veiled forest.

A whole piece of blooming sunflowers appeared in front of the treant.

Fortunately, the tree man's eyes were made of wood fibers, so even if he suddenly looked directly at the whole piece of sunflowers, he didn't instantly lose his sight because of it.

The tree man stopped and stared at the scene in front of him.

The sunflower emits extremely strong light when it blooms. Most intelligent creatures need to wear special tools to see its appearance after blooming. If you look directly at the sunflower when it blooms without tools, there is a risk of blindness—of course That means one flower.

If you are facing the flower field in front of the tree man, then there is no risk of blindness—the eyes will be instantly burned by the excessively high-intensity light.

This is a plant that became extinct in the dark ages. It has a very high appreciation value, because the growth environment is extremely harsh, and it can only be seen in a few places.

Sunflowers need to meet many conditions to bloom, most of the time they maintain the posture of buds, and rarely bloom in front of people.

The tree man stared at them for a long time, and the connection he tried to establish was rejected again and again. The plants here refused to communicate with outsiders in a resolute gesture.

Therefore, the tree man has no way of knowing what the entire field of wildly blooming flowers is thinking at the moment.

"Zhi Zhi Zhi" a chaotic cry sounded.

The long tail wrapped around the branch of the treant, and then leaped into the flower field.

Dozens of blind monkeys wandered around the Sunflower, cleaned up the surrounding sundries for it, barked at it, and admired it emotionally for a long time before walking to the edge of the flower field, digging pits and burying seeds, and turning their heads to the Sun from time to time Flowers scratched their heads.

It is difficult to define the relationship between blind monkeys and sunflowers. Where there are sunflowers, there must be blind monkeys. From a certain point of view, sunflowers are planted by blind monkeys, and blind monkeys are their most loyal admirers.

Although it is hard to imagine how an animal without visual ability can appreciate sunflowers.

The blind monkey went extinct before the sunflower, and after the blind monkey disappeared, the sunflower also disappeared.

But now, here, they reappeared before the Ents.

This is not a special extinct creature, nor is it a powerful extinct creature, they are just an inconspicuous one among the many extinct existences in the dark age.

If the resurrection of these creatures had ulterior motives, then he could have chosen those prestigious extinct creatures instead of letting this piece of sunflowers bloom wantonly in the depths of the forest.

Ents are not stupid. Although they are slow to respond, often behind the times, have unusual ways of thinking, stubborn and irritable, it does not mean that they have low IQ.

After the tree man easily came to the conclusion that the existence of these extinct creatures might not have ulterior motives, he took another step and continued to move forward into the depths of the forest.

His appearance did not attract the attention of the forest, as if he was one of them, the forest maintained its original appearance and welcomed this special visitor.

The deeper you go into this forest, the more extinct creatures and plants you can see. Plants with different requirements for the growth environment can thrive in the same forest, surpassing the definition of miracles, and leaving the unbelievable land to people The most common impression.

The treant saw expensive extinct creatures, extremely dangerous extinct creatures, and ordinary and unsurprising extinct creatures. They gathered in the same forest and grew freely in the depths of the forest that no one had explored.

He Xingwen told Zhe about the gifts lined up all the way outside the border, and asked him to take the time to call the NPC to bring them back and store them in the warehouse for emergencies.

Then as soon as he turned his head, the news of the dwarf's quarrel with the mages reached his ears.

"Are you sure it's a dwarf and a mage?" He Xingwen confirmed with Huang: "No demons intervening?"

Huang is very sure of this: "The demons have calmed down a lot recently. Instead, the dwarves and the mage almost fought."

The reason is that the fight was almost started, not that the fight was over...

Because fighting in the kingdom is also a very dangerous behavior - the kind that will die if you don't pay attention, so all foreign races have developed a good habit of beeping but not fighting in the kingdom.

"Why did they quarrel?" He Xingwen wondered as he walked towards the villa where the mage lived, "The dwarves should have no contact with the mage, right?"

As the distance shortened, the dwarf's iconic loud voice came from afar.

The dwarves standing cautiously at the door of the villa spoke loudly, and familiar words floated into He Xingwen's ears.

"Aren't you guys studying the black bloodstone? Just ask what's the progress?"

"What are you talking about? Are you looking down on dwarves?"

The dwarf was very excited and yelled.

On the contrary, the mages were very calm, standing at the door, apparently distressed that they had opened the door, wishing to close the door immediately and end the conversation.

The appearance of He Xingwen attracted the attention of the mages.

When He Xingwen got very close, the dwarves realized his arrival belatedly. The dwarves who surrounded the door tightly turned their heads to look at He Xingwen, all showing complaint expressions.

Connor took the lead and slapped the design drawing on He Xingwen's leg, first showing their design results: "King, we have finished modifying the design drawing you gave me earlier."

He Xingwen picked up the design drawing and looked at it. The dense traces of modification covered the original design drawing, which had almost nothing to do with the original design drawing.

Looking at the final design product as a whole, He Xingwen has a familiar sense of sight—however you look at it, it looks like a levitating train.

There are no wheels, it is suspended on the track, and it can take multiple passengers at one time...

"According to your previous request, we have completed the final design," Connor glanced at the mage at the door, and continued: "But now there is a small problem. Considering the situation that the aether of the Godfall Land is out of control or even unusable, we plan to Use other energy sources to drive this vehicle during this distance."

He Xingwen seemed to understand why they had conflicts with the mage.

"Black bloodstone is currently the only energy that can be used in the Land of God's Fall." Connor introduced the topic: "So we plan to cooperate with the mage..."

The mage who watched coldly said decisively: "No cooperation."

Connor stopped talking, glanced in the direction of the mage, and muttered: "It seems that we are begging to cooperate with you..."

"You heard it, the human king." Connor said confidently: "If this is the case, this blueprint cannot be realized. The black bloodstone is not used as the energy source, and only the machine is used as the power source. We can only make single-person, large-scale ones. The speed of the transportation vehicle cannot be increased, and there is no way to meet your requirements."

He Xingwen understood it very well, and he glanced at the unfamiliar mage: "Tell me, are you busy?"

"The tutor is conducting the actual measurement of the research project..." The mage's stiff tone softened a little: "I can't find time."

He Xingwen didn't force it, he took a step back and said, "Then find someone who can talk to me and talk to me."

After the mages commotioned for a while, Moody was pushed out with a helpless expression on his face, and was forced to become the one who "speaks what he says" and communicated with the king.

He Xingwen raised the blueprint in his hand to him, and repeated the dwarf's previous question: "How is the research on the Black Blood Stone going?"

The dwarves laughed and winked at each other, and the air was filled with joy.

"It's not that we don't want to help." Moody first explained the reason for their refusal: "It's because we can't help. I told you about the specific research progress of the Black Blood Stone last time. We are still figuring out how to effectively use the energy of the Black Blood Stone. It has not been resolved yet, and currently, directly using fire to support the energy of the black bloodstone is still the only way to use it."

The dwarves whispered super loudly on one side.

"What does he mean, they have studied for so long, but they haven't researched anything?"

"Can mages do it? Isn't this what they are good at? That's it?"

"No wonder you refused so decisively. It turned out that it was impossible."

The mages dismissed the dwarves' childish fanning the flames.

"That's why the dwarves appear here." He Xingwen said flatly, "I hope you can cooperate to fulfill my request."

He Xingwen handed him the design drawing, without any intention of asking the mage for his opinion: "The sooner the better."

Moody was stuffed with a design drawing, glanced at it roughly, and showed a embarrassed expression: "Dwarves are only good at engineering, and there is no basis for cooperation between us..."

He managed to anger all the dwarves present with one sentence.

"What did you say?"

"What? Do you really look down on dwarves?"

"Our contribution to the kingdom is much greater than yours. People who have made no contribution to the kingdom have the face to say that dwarves are useless?"

While talking, the dwarves narrowed the encirclement and advanced in an orderly manner towards the mages standing at the door. A real fight could break out in the next second.

"The dwarves are right." He Xingwen stood at the front and glanced at Connor and the others warningly.

The dwarf stopped his movements and idly shook the sledgehammer, as if criminals were eyeing him.

Of course, considering the comparison of combat power between dwarves and mages, the scene in front of us should probably be reversed. A group of helpless civilians surrounded a group of lawbreakers.

"They have contributed much more to the kingdom than you." He Xingwen said unhurriedly: "As temporary residents, you have not provided any results for the kingdom."

The mage behind Moody interjected: "The study of ether is a long process, and this is a lonely exploration that requires enough perseverance..."

He Xingwen interrupted him and confirmed with Moody: "Did you understand what I said?"

Moody glanced at the blueprint that was stuffed into his hand, and then at the human king who was countless times more dangerous than the dwarves. Compared with Doti, he was too young, and it was difficult for him to be skillful and perfect without angering the king. Next, deny this request.

The dwarves were obviously very satisfied with the mages' embarrassment, and the air was once again filled with happiness.

"Don't be embarrassed, this project focuses on dwarves." He Xingwen didn't get a reply, so he agreed by default, and continued: "You just need to help complete this part from the side."

"King..." Moody tried to politely refuse: "The problem is that we can't finish this part."

"How do you know if you don't try?" He Xingwen knew the nature of the black-hearted boss without a teacher, and said in an outsider's relaxed tone: "I hope I can receive good news as soon as possible."

"By the way," He Xingwen took two steps outside, then remembered something, turned to Moody and said, "I hope I won't hear the news of another conflict between you and the dwarves..."

"Because there's no reason for a conflict to break out, is there?"

After His Majesty the King finished speaking, he waved his hands and left. The dwarves and the mages looked at each other for a few seconds, and the argument broke out again.

"The king said, listen to us." Connor said first: "You just need to provide theory and practice, and we will take care of the rest."

The mages looked at each other, and their eyes were all on Moody.

"A mage who doesn't have a research topic..." Moody: "Cooperate with the dwarves..."

There were complaints and denials.

"Cooperate? Dwarves? I refuse."

"I'm very busy, don't look for me."

"It's been said that nothing has been researched, how can we cooperate?"

In the cheerful atmosphere of the dwarves, the mages had a heated dialogue, which finally came to an end with Moody's strong announcement.

"Whoever has an opinion, tell the human king."

The mages weighed the danger of this behavior silently, and all their flags and drums died down.

The dwarves entered the hall and entered the mage's villa.

The dwarves, who were happy after watching the excitement, didn't have much time to laugh at the mages. With their personalities, they could only remember the actions of the mages for so long, and they cared even more about the unfinished design drawings.

So as soon as they entered the villa, they pushed away all the things on the coffee table, and the dwarves who spread out the design drawings went straight to the point, putting forward their requirements and the technical support that the mages wanted to provide.

"Our plan is to provide enough energy to drive a car in the area of ​​God's Fallen Land..."

Master: "No, it can't be done."

Dwarf: "It can't be done? Can't it be designed according to the previous ore energy?"

Mage: "The two cannot be confused at all. It is black bloodstone. If ore energy is fine, why don't you use ore energy? Do you have to use black bloodstone? Isn't it because they are different?"

Dwarf: "So I said just try it out the same old way!"

"How many times do you have to say it before you understand? We haven't figured out the practical operation yet, and the black blood stone can easily get out of control. If you are not careful, one of the people present will not be able to survive."

"Talking about a bunch of nonsense... so try here or go to our place?"

The dialogue between the mage and the dwarves was difficult. The most important point was that among the dwarves, Adisseo, who was reliable, and Dorona, who was capable enough, were both on the top of the mountains, while Connor who remained was... Relatively speaking, it is not so good and reliable.

Among the mages, Doti, who is the best at dealing with the world, couldn't get away because of the experiment, and the remaining Moody, who kept his word... obviously wasn't good at dealing with the world either.

These two unreliable guys came together as the leaders, and it is difficult for people to guess the final direction of the cooperation.

In this case, the cooperation led by the dwarves finally led to unexpected results.

Failure is natural, success is unexpected.

When the mages themselves hadn't studied how to effectively control the energy excitation efficiency of the black bloodstone, the mage cooperated with the dwarves to complete the design of using another more efficient way to stimulate the energy in the black bloodstone.

The iron-like facts proved what the king had said to Master Dotti before.

"Dwarves are the best engineers. They can turn casting into an art, and they can also improve the external equipment to a level that mages can't do."

And this is enough to make up for the lack of mages who rely solely on experiments and theories for research.