rose nursery rhyme

Sidi: "Is everything you said true?"

Brace: "What do you mean?"

Xidi: "The tree of life has no consciousness, it is controlled by the shadow, and it doesn't know what it is doing."

Brace: "So you heard it just now."

Xidi was not in the room just now, so he heard the conversation between Brice and Crossel.

Sidi: "So, is it true?"

Crossel has already decided what to do. He is writing a letter alone in the tree house at the moment. According to him, it is because he does not know what he will become after a while, so he wants to leave a letter to the tribe first.

In case something goes wrong, let them know what's going on in this place too.

Sidi and Bryce were waiting for him, standing under a tree.

Brice pondered for a moment, and answered him: "...It's not necessarily."

Sidi: "Not necessarily?"

Bryce explained to him: "Look, everything I said is a reanalysis based on my understanding of shadows, and there are generally no mistakes. As for the details, such as whether the tree of life itself has Retain consciousness... I can only rely on guesswork, I can't be sure."

Siddie: "I thought you knew everything."

Brice smiled: "I can only know the part I should know."

Xidi nodded, pretending to understand: "So you lied to Crossel just now?"

It cannot be confirmed whether the tree of life still has self-awareness, that is to say, it cannot be confirmed whether she attacked the elves from her original intention.

Brace didn't deny it: "You see, he couldn't be more stimulated."

No matter what the truth is, Crossel can only accept one result, so why bother him with more unfounded guesses?

Sometimes, appropriate concealment is also a kind of kindness.

Xidi only wanted to know about the Tree of Life, and was not interested in Crossel, so she asked, "Then do you know what's going on with the fetal fruit?"

Brace: "Which aspect are you referring to?"

Sidi: "That tree is turning elves into wombs."

"But it didn't eat them," he said. "I saw them, and they were just ordinary roots."

To absorb the life of the elves, the tree of life obviously needs that kind of strange tree root as a medium, but the elves on the tree don't have it, they just... are gradually turning back into fetal fruit.

How could this be good for the tree of life?

"The tree of life of elves is a strange life form." Bryce said, "It is rooted in the depths of the continent and obtains a considerable amount of energy from nature, but it itself has no way to preserve this energy for a long time , can only express them in a certain external form, so the fetal fruit was born... When the energy in the fetal fruit accumulates enough, elves will be bred from it."

From this point of view, the tree of life itself can be regarded as a tree-shaped energy converter, which endlessly obtains energy from the continent, then stores and compresses it, and finally produces the current elves.

Xi Di: "So, elves are actually energy groups with self-awareness?"

Brace: "You could say so."

The higher the level, the lighter the hair color of the elves, which can also indirectly prove the state of the tree of life absorbing energy at that stage.

"After all, this is the first time I've seen the tree of life with my own eyes." He said, "so these are my guesses... Maybe the tree of life didn't want to, it's just that the energy in those elves is too large and pure, and it can't absorb it all. We can only control it first, and digest the easier ones first."

It's kind of like a plant-based version of 'grab and go'.

He also said: "It is also possible that it is indeed completely controlled by the shadow, which is hard to say."

Brice looked up at the tree house, and Crossel was still inside. Maybe he didn't say it on the surface, but he was actually quite disturbed.

After all, no one knows what he will face.

"I can only say." Brice finally concluded, "From my point of view, the tree of life itself may not care as much about the survival of the elves as the elves think."

It was more like an exchange. The tree of life endowed the elves with life and power. After the elves died, they could turn into leaves and stay on the branches of the tree of life forever.

Perhaps this is the true way of life for the tree of life... so that the tree of life was gradually deprived of the way to gain power by the shadows, and could only take back the power it gave to the elves.

But these are of course impossible to explain to Crossel.

Until then, the elf priest seemed to have finally finished writing his letter. He lightly jumped down from the tree house and stood in front of the two of them: "Let's go."

Just looking at it from the outside, I can't tell what kind of mood he is in now.

As soon as Crossel stood firm, he saw the beautiful child who came with the magician staring at him thoughtfully.

Crossel was a little surprised: "What's wrong?"

Sidi: "It's fine."

The child thought for a while, then asked the elf: "Do you like garlands?"

Crossel really didn't understand why the garland was mentioned at this time, and was stunned.

Sidi: "If you like garlands, I can give you one too when you die."

He was thinking about this matter very seriously. After all, the elves didn't know anything, and Xi Di actually wanted to comfort him.

It's a pity that the choice of method is bizarre, not everyone can understand the meaning of the boy.

Crossel: "..."

I'm not dead yet.

He didn't know how to answer Sidi's words, and Sidi didn't understand why he didn't respond, and tilted his head strangely.

Brice took the words without a trace: "Are you ready?"

Crossel: "...um."

No one was quite ready for this kind of thing, but he had no other choice.

The three returned to the vicinity of the tree of life.

The tree of life has not yet noticed their breath, and has not responded for the time being.

"Before I act, I want to confirm with you again." Bryce said to Crossel, "After the spell is cast, it cannot be removed. It directly affects the soul. Once it succeeds, even if you strip the entire spell from your body Going out won't stop its effect—are you sure you've thought about it?"

Crossel: "...what should I do?"

Bryce turned to Xidi: "Can you give me the dagger I gave you earlier?"

Xidi: "You said you gave it to me."

Bryce: "Well, I just borrowed it, and I'll return it to you when it's used up."

Sidi drew the dagger out, held the hilt, and handed the blade to Bryce.

Brice took the dagger from him, and said to Crossel: "...it may hurt a little, please stretch out your arm."

No matter how easy it is for him to summon the magic circle, this kind of magic circle that directly acts on people must engrave corresponding runes on the body of the caster.

Usually, special potions are used... But now they obviously don't have this condition, and this kind of magic circle is special, and only using potions can't achieve the desired effect.

Holding the dagger, Bryce used the tip of the knife smoothly and decisively to carve strange symbols one after another on Crossel's arm.

The runes are connected end to end. Bryce's engraving is not shallow, but there is no bleeding. It only lights up when the first and last strokes are connected, and emits a light that cannot distinguish the color, like some kind of black vine , clinging to the elf's arm.

Crossel didn't make a sound, but his complexion was very bad, and his body was trembling slightly. The process was obviously very painful.

Bryce: "This is a spell used to seal the shadow. Once it is transferred to you, it will never be possible to leave."

He also said: "But as long as the shadow doesn't touch you, it's just a pattern. If you regret it, you can give up now."

Crossel said nothing, closed his eyes, and stretched out his other arm.

It's all come to this point, how could he give up?

Brice didn't persuade him much, picked up the dagger, and carved the second rune on his body.

This time the spell is white.

Just when Bryce drew the last stroke, Crossel clearly felt something flowing in his body, they gathered on his arm, and then escaped out of the body along the rune.

The rich vitality immediately spread out.

Bryce: "We won't stay here. After a while, the Tree of Life will be fully awakened by you. She may attack you...but you can't fight her."

"If our guess is correct, she won't kill you right away. As long as you can touch the shadow itself, nothing will happen." He said, "But if the shadow doesn't appear, you will die."

In any case, he has no room for regret now.

Crossel took two steps forward, then suddenly turned around: "There is one more thing..."

"If you become a bad thing." It was Xidi who answered, "I will kill you immediately, don't worry."

For some reason, the young man's words made the elf priest feel strangely calm.He found that too many thoughts in his mind were settled following these words, and he smiled subconsciously: "Then, please help me weave a garland."

And softly said: "I like flowers very much."

Then, without looking back, I walked step by step towards the gradually awakening tree of life.

The tree of life smelled Crossel's breath, and even the leaves were trembling with joy, and her roots broke through the ground, like countless hands, reaching out to the back of the elf priest.

Crossel didn't resist, and just like before, he closed his eyes and called the name of the mother tree, and put his forehead and palms on the trunk.

The tree roots gradually wrapped him up, forming a huge cocoon, enclosing Crossel and the trunk of the tree of life airtight, and no one could see what was going on inside.

From then on, what happens inside is beyond the control of outsiders.

Bryce and Sheedy retreated to where they would not be affected to wait for the results.

Xidi looked at the cocoon under the tree of life from a distance, remembered that the elf had accepted her garland, and said solemnly: "I like him."

Brace: "Who do you like?"

Xidi changed her words without changing her face: "I like you."

Brice didn't bother with this issue too much, he also looked at the unmoving cocoon, and said softly: "Mr. Crossel is a good man."

Xidi: "It's a good guy, can you make him survive?"

Bryce: "Not necessarily."

Ask again: "Do you want him to survive?"

The question was too deep for Sidi to answer.