Sword and Magic and Taxi

Although she is often thrown in the car, Xiaohua is still a member of this adventurous team. When she was in Atas, she went through the most difficult slave camp with herself, so Zhao Mai did not look down upon her because she was a plant. Therefore, even though the Heart Wood Spear is a valuable weapon, it doesn't matter if it is eaten by Xiaohua.

The gains from the adventure belong to Zhao Mai and Xiaohua.

It's cold outside. Don't you like it too much? Why do you want to come out? Zhao Mai opened the car door and took down the flowerpot. As the cold wind blew, the little flower trembled and tightened its leaves, but still clung to Zhao Mai's arm.

Although the little flower is magical, it is still a Bodhi tree seedling. Its basic attribute is that it is a plant that likes high temperature, high humidity, and lots of light. The ability to filter and use the force of nature makes her more adaptable, but she still needs to satisfy two of them to survive. It was cold, dry, and with little light at the Great Wall of Despair, so Zhao Mai put her in the car. The natural environment inside always adapts to the needs of passengers, including Xiaohua.

Go and have a look at the white-faced red-haired place, I think. Xiaohua pointed at the weirwood tree and said shakily.

Zhao Mai then used his arms to block the wind and walked over with her in his arms. Jon was taking out the things from the hole in the weirwood tree, that is, the wide mouth, according to the instructions of the old bear. He found several skeletons inside, believed to be the bodies of savages, all of which had been burned for a long time.

Jon brought the skull to Mormont, and the old bear held it in his hands and looked around. The savages will burn their dead, and we will do the same, but we have never thought about the reason. The soil on the Great Wall is frozen hard, and it is indeed not suitable for digging graves, but no one thought...

Of course Jon knew what he didn't say. No one thought that the dead would get up and kill!

It would be great if bones could talk, Mr. Xiong muttered: This guy can tell us a lot of things: How did he die? Who burned him? Why? Where have all the savages gone? Alas... legend The children of the forest can talk to the dead, but I can't. Hey, what is Mike doing?

Zhao Mai followed Xiaohua's instructions and put her into the tree hole full of bones. Are you sure it's okay? I always feel weird.

I'm fine. There's something strange here, the force of nature. Xiaohua said in Zhao Mai's mind: I need the support of the force of nature, can you help me?

Would you like to serve you and need me to cast a spell?

Give me as much natural force as possible. This tree seems to have something to say.

Go all out? Zhao Mai suddenly became interested. In full view of everyone, he took off his boots and socks and stood barefoot on the ground. Then he took off his gloves and pressed them against the weirwood. You need the natural force, I will mobilize them all to give it to you!

The wind changed direction, the steady north wind suddenly stopped and blew towards the weirwoods in all directions. The snow changed, and the snow under Zhao Mai's feet melted into water, revealing the black ground. The soil softened, and the seeds hidden in the soil began to sprout, and seedlings sprouted around Zhao Mai's feet.

When the wind blows, the clouds rise, and the dark clouds that have been covering the night watchman rotate and disperse, and the sun shines through, shining on this abandoned village. The red leaves of the weirwood glow like fire under the sunlight, giving everyone a warm feeling.

The animals hidden in the woods felt the call of the natural force and ran out one after another, gathering near the weirwood trees. The birds shake the snow off their wings, chirp and sing, and fly to the white branches.

Zhao Mai did use his full strength this time. He uses his own natural force as a medium to stir up the power in the surrounding environment and form a vortex of force. The surrounding natural forces have no other choice. They are all attracted, dragged, and sunk to the weirwood, forming an ultra-high concentration environment. If such a huge power goes out of control, it is likely to wash away Zhao Mai's wisdom and turn him into a plant, or a tree person or something. But psychic powers protect him and also become a good helper for him to control his power.

If there were a second person present with magical vision, they would be able to see this amazing scene: the weirwood trees were like torches, emitting light illuminating the world. Zhao Mai is the second brightest being. The psychic tentacles protruding from his head and spine are constantly flying, like whips and twelve wings.

Xiaohua is in the tree hole, she is the core of the natural force. The complex patterns formed with druid writing on the realization tree reappeared, driven by the force of nature, floating into the air, and then combined with the weirwood. Through his hands still on the bark of the tree, Zhao Mai could feel the trembling of the trees. One after another, faster and faster, gradually gaining frequency, just like a heartbeat. He saw the runes left by the Son of the Forest on the weirwood appear, crawling along the cracks in the bark and onto Zhao Mai's arm.

Zhao Mai also saw this scene, but he didn't feel anything unusual. There are two barriers between him and these runes: natural force and psychic powers, and the runes have no other effect except movement. Xiaohua's voice rang in her mind, Come on, I'm almost there!

Okay! Zhao Mai stepped down hard with his feet, and his toes dug into the slippery soil, attracting more of the natural force from the underground. The tentacles of psychic powers stretch high into the sky to better attract the natural power from the clouds. Even when Wadsworth turned into a tree giant in the mangrove and then fought against the pyramids, he was unable to mobilize so much natural power. This power was so strong that it finally broke through the visual barrier and allowed all the night watchmen to see it.

The skull rolled down from Old Xiong's hand, and he suddenly didn't realize it. The bright weirwood trees in front of him attracted all his attention. All the northern men who believed in the old gods knelt down, and some people who originally believed in the Seven Gods also knelt down, clasped their hands together, and murmured prayers.

There was only a crisp sound, and Zhao Mai suddenly saw a strange sight. Suddenly he was no longer in White Tree Village, nor was he holding on to the weirwood tree and using the force of nature. He suddenly split into thousands of places and saw the entire North through the weirwood eyes. Countless pictures came one after another, stuffed into his eyes at once, making him feel dizzy. He saw, heard, and felt all the images, sounds, and wishes that the weirwood had collected, and he was suddenly disoriented and had no idea where he was.

Wadsworth also encountered the same situation, and in the end he couldn't even figure out which one was his own body. People will be confused when faced with their own clones, but plants are in this situation all the time. Fortunately, there was a voice that kept echoing in Zhao Mai's ears: Here, you are here. I am Xiaohua, you have to come back before your power is exhausted.

Zhao Mai followed the sound and looked for the source of the sound from countless pictures. He pushed through the layers of fog, but he couldn't locate the picture that belonged to him. At this moment, a crow screamed and flew from behind him, flickering its wings and knocking away a large number of pictures. This crow has a third eye on its forehead, which is bright red and full of spirituality. With its help, Zhao Mai finally saw himself and found Xiaohua.

With his hands deep into the picture, Zhao Mai suddenly returned to his normal perspective. He still used all his strength to mobilize the force of nature, and the weirwood runes were almost crawling all over his body. Okay, I'm done, I don't need the force of nature anymore.

After Xiaohua finished speaking, Zhao Mai slowly relaxed, and the force left here like an ebbing tide, and the runes quickly retracted and were hidden in the weirwood again. Only then did Zhao Mai realize that his body was weak and his natural force was almost exhausted. He might not even be able to use a Druid spell and needed a good rest to recover. However, the psychic powers have become stronger during training, and overall the progress is not small.

Zhao Mai reached in and took out the flowerpot. Xiaohua still looks the same, but she no longer seems to be afraid of the cold. She was very happy, shaking her head and humming a song. It was a ballad that sounded very ancient. Zhao Mai found that he couldn't understand a word of it.

I have entered the third stage. Xiaohua suddenly said: Thank you, without your help, it would not have been so smooth.

Zhao Mai turned the flower plate over and over, I didn't find anything different!

I'm behind you!

Zhao Mai only glanced back, and then immediately covered his eyes: Damn it, three years to start, the maximum punishment is death! He waved his hands vigorously: Quickly find something to wear!

Okay. Xiaohua said. She showed the shadow of a red-haired little girl, about six or seven years old, with big and round yellow amber eyes, and a blushing shy expression on her pale face. Now her body has transformed into a black night watchman's outfit. Wrapped in a large cloak. She doesn't have to walk, but floats in the air like a ghost, and her bare feet don't leave any traces across the ground.

What's your current state? Zhao Mai asked. Jon walked across from him and waved his hand in front of his eyes: Mike, are you okay? Who are you talking to? Three years, death penalty and so on.

You... Zhao Mai suddenly realized that others might not be able to see Xiaohua, so he quickly shook his head: Uh, it's okay. Something strange seemed to have happened just now. Did you see anything?

We saw you made the weirwood glow. What's going on? Elder Xiong came over and asked.

Actually, I don't understand it either. Zhao Mai put his hand on the tree trunk again, then took it away, and then put it up again twice. Look, it's not possible now. By the way, I just saw a crow with three eyes.

Did you see it too? Jon suddenly said: My brother Bran broke his legs. After he woke up, he also wrote to me saying that he saw the three-eyed crow and asked me if I had heard of it.

Maybe it was the work of the old gods or the children of the forest. Zhao Mai heard Xiaohua giggling in his mind, so he used his mind to tell her not to cause trouble.

Then he saw the little flower flying in front of him, passing through every night watchman, and then squatting next to the food reserve. The dog seemed to sense it, and he lay down obediently and exposed his belly. Xiaohua stretched out her hand to scratch it, and the stupid dog actually stuck out its tongue comfortably!

Hey, shouldn't she be in a ghost state?