The daily life of the villain and the protagonist [Quick Transmigration]

Before the tree man was called grandpa, the tree man Naxiu was just an ordinary tree man.

In fact, he doesn't like others to call him grandpa. As a tree man who has been blessed by the goddess of nature and the god of light at the same time, he is a thousand years old, but he is just in his prime.

But his age was too long for other races, and his body grew too big after being blessed by God. Over time, the tree man had to pinch his nose and recognize the name "grandpa".

However, he stubbornly kept his youthful appearance to remind others that he is still young.

In his long life, the Treant enjoys every moment very much. He likes the sunshine, the blue sky without haze, the rustling sound when the wind blows through the leaves, and the cute little animals playing around on his body. The feeling that creatures are happy together.

That will make him feel very lively, and there is a feeling of home.

Tree people are a special race. Before awakening their self-awareness, they are just ordinary trees. They may be more prosperous and live longer than other trees, but they are still trees that cannot speak or move. .

Awakening self-awareness requires a "spirit". Different tree people have different opportunities, some wake up suddenly while bathing in the sun, some are awakened by bugs while taking root, and some are awakened by small animals living on their bodies, but there are still Part of it is due to the favor of others.

The tree man Naxiu belongs to the second category.

Even though it was a very long time, the tree man still remembered that day.

"Where did the people go?"

"Sou, he's injured, so he won't be able to run far."

"Don't let go of any inch of land, the priest is still waiting for news outside."

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The blond young man in a white robe hid behind the bushes, listening to the approaching conversation, there was a trace of sadness in his eyes.

Even in such a dangerous situation, the blond youth's expression is still calm, even somewhat sacred.

He has eyes as clear as the sky, with deep brows, and his brilliant blond hair is no longer smooth due to the days of running around, but it still does not detract from his sun-like beauty.

His pure white robe had become dirty, the left shoulder was stained red with blood, and there was a hole in the clothes, revealing the bandaged wound.

The blood dripped down the fingertips into the ground, leaving a dark mark, the blond young man didn't dare to move, he knew that those people would find him soon, and what awaited him must be a humiliating trial.

What an absurd scene to judge the God of Light in the Temple of Light.

And the betrayer who planned all this is sitting on the throne, waiting for this farce to happen.

Thinking of all this, nameless anger burned and roared in the young man's chest, burning the young man's precarious reason, as if the desire to destroy everything was stirring in his mind.

The blond young man closed his eyes, tried his best to restrain his emotions, and endured the long-suppressed rage. This was the original sin engraved in his bones, and it was also the curse he bore.

Seven deadly sins.

A poison that can drag all gods into the abyss of depravity.

He doesn't regret carrying all this, he just regrets that he didn't arrange everything in advance, trusting the people around him too much, and instead let his people be deceived.

Thinking of what he was going to face next, the blond youth sighed in his heart, but calmed down instead.

"You... do you... need help?"

A childish voice sounded in my heart.

The blond youth turned his head and looked around, and immediately found the source of the sound—a tree.

This tree is really too big, about the thickness of two people hugging each other, with luxuriant branches and leaves, and the rough bark with moss on the straight trunk makes it look a bit vicissitudes.

A newborn Treant?

The little tree man seemed to be gradually getting used to this way of communicating with consciousness, and his voice became smoother, "Thank you...thank you. In return...I can let other big trees lead them away, and you can...you can hide behind me. in the body."

As the little tree man said, a gap opened on the green bark, and the gap gradually expanded until it became a size that a person could enter.

At the same time, there seemed to be some movement not far away.

"Over there, there is movement over there!"

"Go and have a look."

"Quick... come in quickly." The tree man stammered and urged.

The blond youth didn't hesitate anymore and walked in.

After entering the tree, the blond young man found that the space inside was much larger than he had imagined. It was as big as a room, and the tree seemed to become transparent, allowing him to see the outside scene.

He saw the chasing light guards walking past the big tree over and over again, searching for a long time before leaving helplessly.

"Thank you!" The blond youth thanked very seriously.

He knew in his heart that if it wasn't for the tree man's help, he would definitely be captured by these light guards and brought back to the Temple of Light for trial.

"No, you're welcome. I should thank you...you helped me wake up."

The newborn little tree man said so.

The blond young man froze for a moment, remembering something, he glanced at his left arm that was no longer bleeding, and asked, "Is it my blood?"

"Yes, it is."

A strange feeling arose in the blond young man's heart, and his emotionally tormented heart suddenly relaxed.

Afraid that the people from the temple would return, the young man didn't leave immediately, and decided to heal his injuries here first.

The blond-haired young man gradually became familiar with the tree man, and he found that although the newly awakened tree man had inherited memories, in terms of human relationships, he was as blank as a newborn baby.

"Let me give you a name." The blond young man smiled brightly, his eyes as clear as the sky. "Naxiu, how are you doing?"

Naxiu, the meaning of the son of nature in the language of God, the young man felt that there is no more suitable name for tree people than this name.

"Naxiu..." the tree man repeated twice, and became happy, "I like it very much."

Standing under the big tree, the blond god looked at the treant happily swinging the branches and leaves, and smiled amidst the rustling of the leaves, "I bless you," the god mobilized the remaining divine power, and a brilliant golden line appeared on his forehead. "I wish you to be the darling of fate, and the light will take care of you. Wherever you go, there will be no haze, and good luck will always be there."

For a moment, it seemed that even the wind stopped, and in the silent forest, only the words of the gods echoed.

The tree man felt as if something was suddenly added to his body, as if a passage had suddenly opened between the sky and the earth, the sun was warm and the breeze was gentle, as if even the earth had become gentle.

He realized ignorantly that something seemed to have quietly changed in the words of the person in front of him.

The young man left, and he went to meet his own destiny. Shuren accepted the parting, although he was reluctant in his heart.

Because of this human friend, whenever a human being encounters danger in the World of Warcraft Forest, the tree man Naxiu always tries to help. There are good and bad people among these people. Naxiu gradually realized that not every human being Be kind.

He persevered in inquiring about his friend from human beings, but finally got the news that his friend was tried as a demon king, and after the trial, he was sealed and fell into a deep sleep.

For the first time the happy Ent felt sad.

But what the tree man didn't expect was that 300 years later, he saw his friend again.

The girl in a white robe has a strange yet familiar face, with a familiar bright smile on her face, shining brighter than the sun in the sky, "Long time no see, Naxiu."

This time, the tree man knew many things that happened to his friend. As a mature man, under the guidance of the goddess of nature, he vaguely guessed something, and he accepted the friend's commission.

After a short period of happiness, it was a long parting, but different from before, Naxiu had hope in his heart, and they still had a chance to meet again, and what the Treant Clan lacked most was time.

Another 300 years passed, and old friends arrived as promised.

The same strange yet familiar friend with amnesia is still gentle and strong, but Naxiu knows that he is not him.

The tree man suddenly understood that 300 years ago, the blond young man hugged reluctantly and apologized.

It turned out to be the case.

Shuren was empty in his heart, he concealed the loss and sadness in his heart, perfectly completed everything his friend told him, and became an excellent guide and participant of fate.

He knew that all of this was expected by his friend, but that person had completely disappeared.

After knowing that the realm of the gods had returned to normal, the tree man no longer maintained the appearance of a young man, and turned into a kind old man.

From then on, in the World of Warcraft Forest, there is only "Grandpa Treant", and no one knows the name Naxiu anymore.