Chapter 846 Witness the Wrath of Nature, You Despicable One! (Breaking Update 55)

Grete wears a burlap robe, rides a huge white deer, and holds an oak staff with a white snake coiled around the body. Step by step through the wilderness, through the swamp, through the woods, through the field ridges.

In front of the mount, the barbarian is loyal and leading the way; behind the mount, a beautiful elf girl with a smile is like a flower, sitting on the back of the snow-white unicorn, looking up at him from time to time.

The moonlight is like water, shining on a group of three people, and the breeze blows, making it poetic and picturesque.

——Of course, the so-called unicorn is Miss Silver Dragon putting an illusory shell on the Phantom Horse. This is, haha, don’t go into details...

Grete ran across the wilderness, looking at the map from time to time to check the direction. Cerela stayed lazily on the back of the fake unicorn, sometimes sitting upright, sometimes sitting sideways, and sometimes sitting upside down. When he got tired of sitting, he urged:

"Gretel? How far is it? How long will it take to arrive?"

"It's coming, it's coming!... It should be coming soon, right?"

Gretel's ability to survive in the wild is hard to describe, and his ability to read the stars, the terrain, and the direction has not improved much compared to his previous life. No, maybe it's not as good as the previous life, at least the map in the previous life was more accurate...

Fortunately, you can also throw in the Eagle Eye spell from time to time, fly up and take a look with the Flying spell, or use the [City Positioning Technique] and [Water Body Positioning Technique] to correct the direction according to the map.

Well, the error rate should not be high. If you walk 5 kilometers, you should not be deviated by 1 kilometer laterally...

Relying on this cheating method and stumbling, I finally approached the big oak tree marked on the map, which should be the headquarters of the Order of the God of Nature. At this point, Gretel no longer dares to use the mage's method:

After all, he came as a priest of the God of Nature!

The priest of the god of nature knows the way, and there is no need for these methods!

They all knelt down on one knee and prayed to nature, and then asked about the surrounding big trees, weeds, fungi, moss, birds, animals and fish. In nature, all creatures will give them directions!

If it doesn't work, let go of your senses, run to the places with the strongest natural power around you, and look for them one by one. The servants of the God of Nature have never lost their way in the embrace of nature——

Hey, even if he is a little bit worse, he still has to pretend, right?

"Where exactly?"

"It should be nearby... I feel like it should be not far away... Look, there are hills all around, and the oak trees are so dense. The headquarters of the Order should be nearby, right?"

Gretel lowered his voice and whispered. Cerira made a face at him, straightened up on her horse, and looked left and right. The woods on the left are very dense, and the woods on the right are also very dense. There is a gurgling sound of water in front, and it should look like a creek...

So where is the station?

Where can one find a priest of the God of Nature?

It was dark all the way, and the moonlight shone down from the tops of the treetops, leaving small spots of light like silver coins. Really nice in terms of scenery, and in terms of finding the way...ahem.

It’s better not to have anything at all!

Gretel held his breath and concentrated, spreading his perception, trying to find the direction where the power of nature was strongest. However, although the mental power has been specially trained by the teacher, it is still unable to spread widely. One hundred meters, two hundred meters...

I had only finished sweeping the two hills on the left and right, and when I wanted to extend further, I felt my temples pounding. Gretel threw himself on the deer's neck in vain:

"I'm so tired... Appa, please take me for a walk... to the sect's headquarters or something. I'll find you later... Appa?"

Silver Moon Deer's ears perked up, he raised his head and sniffed hard, sniffed again, took big steps, and suddenly started running hard. Grete was thrown back, barely lying down, and got up in a hurry:

"Appa!—Appa, slow down! Take Bernard with you!"

A quarter of an hour later, Gretel stumbled, rolled off Appa's back, and staggered to his feet. In front of him, two rustling oak trees with drooping branches and densely intersecting branches removed their branches, revealing a passage that looked like a portal.

At the end of the passage, a tall old man with white beard and hair, leaning on an oak staff, looked over with a frown. Look at Gretel, then look at the oak staff in his hand, behind him it looks like a silver deer made of moonlight, the more he looks at it, the more he becomes confused:

"...server of the God of Nature? Guest from afar, you are..."

"Dear elder, I am Gretel Nordmark, a servant of the God of Nature and an eighth-level mage of the Council." Gretel held an oak staff in his hand and bowed his head respectfully:

"My teacher is Elder Erwin Wilkinson of Heartland City..."

Before he finished speaking, he saw the old man in front of him raise his white eyebrows. He raised his hand to stop Gretel from announcing his home, and looked him up and down slowly:

"Gretel Nordmark? I've heard of you. What's the matter with you coming all the way?"

"I was appointed by the parliament to solve the problem of hungry people in Roscommon County... When I arrived there, I found that there were no brothers who served the God of Nature. I came here specifically to ask for advice..."

A quarter of an hour later, Gretel, Serira, Bernard, and the old man named Atef were sitting around a big tree stump. In front of each person is a large wooden cup as thick as a cup. In the cup, the steam of herbal tea is rising.

"...This is an old story. The Earl of Rothkom of that generation wanted to expand the number of black pigs and enclose the forest on a large scale. He took back the land, planted oak trees, and drove out the tenants. A large number of tenants were displaced..."

"Pigs eat people." Gretel moved his lips and whispered. Atef looked at him in surprise and nodded:

"Some people did say that at the time. However, in fact, it is not pigs eating people, it is clearly people eating people... let's not talk about it. The count's behavior angered the head of the religious order in the county, and brought the brothers and sisters in that county Protest to him.”

"and after?"

Gretel leaned forward a little. The power of the God of Nature priests in the entire county is quite strong when gathered together. However, as far as what he saw this time, there were no pastoral activities of the God of Nature in the entire county, so...

"The protest failed? Was it killed, or imprisoned?"

"It would be nice if it was just like that." Elder Atef sighed longly:

"If we are defeated in a frontal battle, we, the brothers and sisters of the sect, can provide support; if the lord uses despicable means, poisoning, etc., we will not stand idly by. But..."

He shook his head, lost his mind for a moment, and then shook his head again:

"I didn't go that time. When I found out, the leader of the religious order in Roscommon County had already evacuated with everyone, and said that unless invited by the earl, the servants of the God of Nature would never set foot there again. I rushed there When I saw him, he vomited blood when he saw me.”

Elder Atef closed his eyes in pain:

"He didn't answer anything I asked him. Later, he fell ill not long after. His most beloved disciple, who he had trained for more than ten years, was not with him. Later I heard that he was dead. .”

"Killed by the lord?!"

"No." Elder Atef slowly shook his head:

"There are various legends. Some say that the child committed suicide; some say that he betrayed his teacher and was executed by the teacher; others say that he seduced the count's daughter and was killed by the count in a rage. The news is very confusing, only The people in the cult won’t say anything.”

And after decades have passed, all the truth has been buried under the loess.

Grete exhaled slowly. In short, it was the local cult that broke with the lord and swore an oath never to look back;

It may or may not have been the case, but for so many years, there has been no priest of the God of Nature in County Roscommon. This is a fact, and it is a fait accompli recognized by the surrounding areas;

The local lord is happy that the followers of the God of Nature are not active in the local area, so he can plant oak trees and raise pigs freely. Anyway, oak trees are easy to live, and raising pigs does not require too many people...

"I went to the banquet this time, and they gave me this." Gretel touched the space bag and took out the so-called high-quality ham:

"There is the power of nature above. The second son of the earl said that those pigs were bred in their family's ancestral land."

"I've heard about it a long time ago." Elder Atef stretched out a finger and gently stroked the surface of the ham. There was a look of anger and pain on the old face:

"Neither I nor the elders in the surrounding areas have heard that several of us have seen this kind of thing. I know what you are suspecting..."

He raised his head and stared into Gretel's eyes:

"You are suspecting that these pigs were cultivated in the holy land of the order, where the elders turned into oak trees and returned to nature, right? We have always suspected this, especially because these so-called fine products were only cultivated after the break. Produced in batches..."

"But we can't go check it out. Even if we catch the clue, we can't take action directly. The oath binds us...Mage Nordmark, you are different. You were appointed by the parliament, and you are a guest invited by the earl...You - —”

Grete nodded solemnly. After hearing these past events, he had a clearer understanding of the causes and consequences of the incident, and he also had ideas for ways to break the situation. He leaned forward slightly and lowered his voice:

"I roughly understand. My idea is..."

The two discussed in low voices for a long time. The more Elder Atef listened, the brighter his eyes became. The more he listened, the faster his white beard moved. Finally, he slammed the table hard:

"Yes! - The premise is, can you make enough noise?"

"That should be okay, right?" Grete looked at him a little guiltily. His total mental power, according to previous tests, is not inferior to that of a ninth-level mage. However, in terms of the use of natural magic...

It's okay, the worst thing is to use the amplification weapon and the magic circle. If that doesn’t work, there’s still Appa!

Apa's natural magic is also very powerful!

"My current question is, how many manpower can be mobilized from the surrounding God of Nature Order? How much support can they give me? If I force the lord to bow his head, how many people can come in to help me, guide the victims, and transfer manpower? "

"This... let me do the math..."

The old man and the young man held their heads and counted for a long time, and then Grete said goodbye and returned, covered with stars and moon. He had a good sleep on the deer's back, and just after noon the next day, he followed the guidance of the count's second son and arrived at the legendary ancestral land.

"Yes, it's just ahead." The second son of Earl Luo Si Kang walked ahead on foot and guided diligently:

"After our family discovered this area, we fenced it off and maintained it carefully. No farming or grazing of other livestock was allowed. We kept the water source clean and drove away the wolves that hunted nearby... so that the magic pigs growing here would have the best quality. environment of."

He stopped at the foot of the hill. Grete stopped as he did and looked up:

"The oak trees here are so dense! How old are they?"

"For many years. Oak trees watered by magic water always live a long time. The magic pigs that grow here have a strange aroma in their hams..."

"Yes, I'm very impressed." Gretel smiled:

"My teacher, you know that the legendary mage has a long life and always likes to find something that can please him. Like the ham here, if I can get the teacher's approval, I will order it every year."

"No need to order, no need to order!" The count's second son, Knight Peña, was overjoyed. Even though he still maintained the reserve of a noble knight, his waist unconsciously bent forward by 5 degrees:

"It is an honor for us to be appreciated by the legendary mage. If the Lord of Thunder likes it, we will select the best products every year and send someone to Nevis."

"Then I'll trouble you." Grete smiled faintly, put on a look that was "very accustomed to others flattering teachers", and walked inside:

"But I have to take a look at the environment inside. I don't dare to send things with poor growth conditions or disordered magic power to the teacher."

He turned his back on guests and strode inside, leaving the Knight of Peña behind for a moment. Cerela, Bernard, and Apa filed in, confident and walked into the valley with their heads held high.

When Apa walked past Knight Peña, he deliberately raised his butt and flicked his tail, causing the second son of the count to stumble on the spot.

"Lord Noordmark, please wait a moment... I will show you the way... Please wait a moment..."

Grete could no longer hear him. There are many oak trees in front of you, the leaves are rustling in your ears, and the huge, dark green tree crowns are connected together. Tall, towering, gathered. Every leaf seemed to whisper to him:

You came.

You came.

Young friend, brother devoted to nature, you are finally here, welcome to you——

Gretel walked forward quickly. The further you go, the more spiritually active you become. He raised his head and breathed hard, feeling that all the pores in his body had been opened, and his whole body seemed to be bathed in the lively power of nature——

You can’t go wrong, this is it!

It is the place where the priests of the God of Nature rest. It is the place where high-level priests, when they reach the end of their lives, inject all the natural power of their bodies into the oak staff and return to nature!

Each oak tree is the condensed life-long emotion, experience, wisdom and knowledge of the pastors. They sleep quietly in this land, waiting for a new apprentice to arrive and pass on their lifelong strength——

Raising pigs in a place like this?

Use the oak trees here and the acorns that fall every autumn to raise pigs? !

Nature is fair and merciful. If one or two wild boars break in here and go out after eating acorns, the believers of the God of Nature will only regard it as a natural cycle and will not say anything;

However, to occupy the resting place of the priests of the God of Nature, to use the place where the ancestors passed down the inheritance, to use it to raise magic pig babies on a large scale, and to be complacent as a characteristic of this county and this family?

Count Rothko, how do you want to die!

Grete felt that he had never been so angry. He paused, suddenly took off his exquisite magic robe, and put on the burlap priest's robe that he wore when he went to another county last night. He straightened his clothes, took hold of the oak stick that had returned to the form of an eyebrow stick, and strode forward.

He no longer even looked at the road, but followed his instincts and spiritual guidance and climbed up the mountain in one breath. Just like when he had just advanced to a first-level priest, Elder Erwin took him to his resting place and asked him to find a big tree——

I am coming.

I am coming!

Seniors who sleep here, please tolerate me, guide me, and teach me. Please give me a helping hand, show the power of the natural priest, and vent the anger and majesty of nature——

When the second son of the earl rushed over panting, he saw Gretel wearing a burlap robe, holding an oak staff, and kneeling on the ground on one knee:

He closed his eyes, pressed one hand on the ground, and rested his forehead on the nearest big tree. It seemed as if he was chanting something, and he seemed to have fallen into the deepest meditation. The corners of his clothes and robes hunt silently, and the eight green leaves on the head of the staff stand straight together, shining with green light.

"What's happening here?"

The second son of the earl panicked and tried to pull Cerela, but Cerela rolled his eyes and threw him away with one arm. When he asked Bernard again, the barbarian glared at him fiercely and pulled him behind him.

I wanted to ask again, but my feet suddenly staggered and I almost rolled down the hillside.

The hillsides were shaking.

The oak trees were shaking.

The entire hills, the entire oak forest, trees, rocks, and streams were all rumbling and shaking. It was as if a wild hurricane blew through the forest tops, and dead branches and leaves flew up from the ground. Together with the acorns that were not found in the leaf pile, they crackled directly on the count's second son.

what happened--

I can't stay in this place anymore——

The count's second son rolled and rolled out of the forest. Every step stumbles, every step leads to a pit, thorns are growing, weeds are entangled crazily, and insects are swooping and biting. At this moment, he seemed to have become the enemy of the entire world, the entire nature.

The second son of the earl ran all the way down the mountain, his robes already torn in strands, like rags. He rubbed the bitten cheek and looked up the mountain in shock. His legs went weak on the spot and he sat down on the ground:

The entire mountain forest is growing crazily. Old trees drooped their branches, young trees sprouted from the ground, thick, iron-like thorns blocked every intersection, and worthless weeds blocked all hillsides...

And this growth continues. The second son of the earl stepped back step by step, watching the weeds and thorns spreading to his feet step by step, and even watching the saplings spring up one by one. For some reason, an ancient legend suddenly appeared in his mind:

According to legend, where believers of the God of Nature gather, thousand-year-old trees will turn into tree men and move around freely;

It can turn branches into powerful arms, which can beat people into pulp with one blow;

It will pick off the fruit and throw it at people, with a bang, it will explode through the armor...

Have I encountered such a scene?

Have these oak trees turned into tree people? Will they come out to hunt me down?

He shook his head desperately, backed up step by step, and finally turned around and started running wildly. He ran out for an unknown amount of time. When the movement behind him finally stopped, he fell to the ground, his eyes filled with confusion:

It's over.

This woodland is finished.

Without spending a lot of manpower to open up the forest land, there is no need to expect that another wild boar will enter the forest land and another wild boar will eat acorns.

The core business of the family, the most important product on which to interact with the nobles of the royal capital, is over...

I don't know how long I have been in a daze, but I only know that the sky is gradually getting darker, and suddenly it is already the moon at the top of the sky. The bushes and thorns parted silently and softly, and Gretel, wearing a burlap robe and holding an oak staff, rode out slowly on a huge white deer.

The moonlight draped over him in a mighty way, boiling silently, like a flame.

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