Chapter 1075 Nature Listens to My Call, and the Forest Listens to My Orders (MiliBrony Leader’s Update 8)

"Our location is about 50 miles away from the east coast... There is a seaport at the exit of the Golden Post Road. It is not large and has a garrison... 10 miles south or north of the seaport is basically a dense forest..."

"The strongest magic plant around here is a man-eating vine... I don't dare to get close to it. Fortunately, as long as I don't get close, it is not hostile to me..."

"The easiest thing to use is probably a curare tree... It can shoot poisonous stings on its own, and the beasts passing by will be shot accidentally...

The blood vines wrapped around the curare tree will produce fragrant fruits to lure the beasts closer, and will also drag the beasts back..."

"There is a cave on the coast. The cave is very deep. When the tide is high, the entrance will be filled with water... There are two electric eels living in the cave, one male and one female. It just happened to be the time for them to raise their children recently..."

Sissoyen squatted on the ground, marking and talking. There was a dense circle of people around him, sticking their heads out to listen to what he said.

Gretel squatted in the middle, transmitting all the data to the meditation core, and marked them one by one on the virtual map:

"So, how should we fight next? Where to start? Who to join forces with?"

Sissoyan looked at Gretel with eager eyes.

Although he was a half-elf cub and looked like a human, Gretel could feel the battle hundreds of miles away and commanded everyone to fly over and save him——

Whether it is his qualifications, his affinity with nature, or his friendliness towards elves, they are all impeccable. More importantly, he is also a spell caster!

The caster is always the commander, isn't he?

"There's no rush now." Gretel looked into the middle-aged elf's eyes, shook his head gently, and spoke in a soothing tone. Immediately, he stood up and cast his gaze far, far away, in the direction where the celestial knight was wreaking havoc:

"The enemy is very strong, and we cannot defeat it for a while. If we want to win, and if we want to win with as little loss as possible, we must weaken the enemy as much as possible and strengthen ourselves."

"Mobile him as much as possible, let him run here and there, tire him out, and let him consume enough strength, energy and attention. Then at a time that is favorable to us, introduce him to a terrain that is favorable to us."

"When the enemy advances, we retreat; when the enemy is stationed, we harass; when the enemy tires, we attack."

Grete narrowed his eyes, quietly clenched his fists, and stared into the distance:

"The enemy retreats...I will pursue him!"

"Just like a pack of wolves hunting." After saying this, even the barbarians quickly understood what Grete meant. Bernard nodded in agreement:

"Wolves hunt wild deer. If a wolf goes up and fails, it will be kicked to death. Therefore, a group of wolves should chase after it and slowly harass it."

He made gestures and explained to the middle-aged elf:

"Keep the wild deer unable to rest, drink water, or eat. Use it until it is exhausted, then pounce on it and bite it."

"But, who will be the wolves?" Sissouian frowned:

"The opponent is so strong. Yue Ge may be able to escape if he harasses her, and Ms. Serira may be able to escape as well. The others are very dangerous... and he is so fast. It is possible that he is not tired yet. We are already... …”

"Perhaps, we don't need to come in person." Grete replied calmly. Sissoyan was stunned for a moment:

"ah?"

"I heard the cry of the forest and felt the anger of nature." Gretel raised his head slightly, recalling the surging anger of nature during meditation that night:

"Maybe we can talk to the forest and let them join. Anyway, that guy is going to cut down all the ancient trees on the way. Instead of them being cut down in vain, why not..."

"Isn't this not good?"

"There's nothing wrong with it." Gretel shook his head gently:

"We are not ordering them to join or not, they can choose on their own. We are just asking for help from our partners and telling them that everyone is in danger now and please join hands to fight against the enemy..."

"But can you do it?"

Ashe Yuege suddenly asked. The senior forest guard looked up and down Gretel several times, his eyes full of worry:

"In the Fertile Forest, only a few elders can communicate with such a large forest at once. Gretel, I know you are very qualified, but... don't force yourself!"

"I definitely can't do it alone!" Gretel spread his hands as a matter of course. Before Ai Xi Yue Ge could jump, he smiled again:

"So I want to ask for your help. Then, find an ancient tree, the strongest and most powerful ancient tree nearby, preferably one that is blooming, and let him spread the news..."

"Then...that's okay...originally I wanted to say that I have an ancient magic circle here that can help..."

"Then come together!"

Half an hour later, Grete stood under a towering tree with lush leaves, holding an oak staff. He closed his eyes, leaned forward slightly, and rested his forehead on the rough bark of the tree.

The oak staff in his hand silently poked out a few tree roots and penetrated deeply into the ground. On the treetop, 11 leaves grow automatically in the absence of wind. From top to bottom, each leaf is glowing green.

Behind him, Ashe Yuesong and Sisuoyan occupied two corners of the magic circle, one on the left and one on the right. The two elves had serious faces, and the spears or long bows in their hands turned into wooden sticks and penetrated deeply into the ground.

Ms. Jasmine and Appa stood at the two corners to the left and right of Gretel, while Serira stood farther away, facing Gretel across the tree trunk.

The pigments mixed with magic crystal powder, ores, plant juices and the blood of monsters outline complex lines on the ground. Bernard and Mr. Hawthorne hid far away, fearing that they would step on one and a half of them.

"Start." Gretel ordered concisely. Immediately, he adjusted his breathing, expanded his mental power, and tried to resonate with the old tree in front of him:

"An enemy is coming... An enemy is approaching... Please help me, please help us... Tell your friends in the forest, tell your compatriots in the forest, let us fight together..."

"Yes, that's it! Did you guys hear it? Did you feel it? The pain of being cut off, the sadness when it fell, the separation of the crown from the tree body, the fear of dying bit by bit..."

"He will kill more, kill more! All, all, those who have grown up for many, many years and are powerful, if he discovers them, they will be killed!"

In a daze, Gretel felt a force that was holding him up. Rising, rising, overlooking the giant trees at your feet, overlooking the forest at your feet, overlooking the very far, far away coastline...

Grete shook subconsciously. However, almost at the same time, a gentle force continued to replenish it. After all the power on the magic circle pentagram was sorted out, it provided him with strong support.

It nourishes him, supports him, and allows his spiritual power to expand without feeling tired or exhausted. With the oak stick and the old tree as the center point, it is soft and gentle, like the mountain breeze and moonlight, spreading continuously:

"Did you hear that?"

"Do you understand?"

"answer me!"

"Answer me!"

One by one, green light spots lit up in the mental power. The mountain wind howled, the grass and trees swayed, and the ancient trees in the surrounding forest clearly responded to Gretel's call for the first time:

"We heard it!"

"We understand!"

"The enemies of the forest are our enemies, and those who harm our compatriots are our enemies!"

"We are willing to join! - What do you need us for?!"

In the position of the five-pointed star, the Silver Moon Deer suddenly roared lowly. Ms. Jasmine clenched her hands hard. Although Severa couldn't see Gretel's expression across the tree trunk, she subconsciously took a breath of air:

"You will die." Gretel's expression turned gloomy. In the world of meditation, his sadness, pain, guilt and determination were conveyed without reservation:

"You will die. Many, many, all will die——"

"Many have died!"

"We heard screams!"

"The enemy is coming, coming - ah -"

"Everyone will die! It's better to fight! Fight!"

These demonic plants, which have grown for hundreds or thousands of years and have developed great strength and wisdom, are scrambling to convey their thoughts to Gretel.

Gretel took a deep breath, gathered his energy, and communicated with the farthest point of light:

"Declare your presence! Make a noise! ​​Make the biggest noise to attract him!"

The green light spot suddenly became brighter. In Grete's perception, a green light rose into the sky from a very far away direction.

The white light spot suddenly began to move at high speed. The entire forest, all the trees, began to rush to express fear:

"He's coming, he's coming!"

"The enemy is coming!"

Exclamations, screams, and alarms rang out in the meditation world. Seeing that the white light point was approaching, Grete contacted the light point hurriedly:

"hidden!"

However, the other party did not listen to his call. Green light spots spread out and waved freely, declaring their presence. Finally, the white light suddenly brightened, and the green light spots dimmed, fell, and disappeared.

Gretel didn't even have time to grieve. He suppressed his shaking mood, gathered his energy, and contacted the light point in another direction, the farthest point:

"Announce your presence!"

In the far distance, the wind was strong and green light shot into the sky.

Adrian Lopez turned back suddenly.

For most of the day, he kept running and flying in the forest. In fact, flying in the air is easier than taking off and landing:

There will be no mosquitoes or flies attacking his face, no poisonous insects crawling onto his boots trying to bite him, no leeches suddenly falling from the top of his head, no sudden hanging on branches or being covered by leaves when walking...

However, flying in the air means that the movement of the entire forest can alarm him everywhere.

A tree has just been cut down here, and a gust of wind is blowing up there; this corner rushes past and there is peace, but before I have time to search, another flock of birds rises over there...

A roar makes one or two hundred miles, a roar makes one or two hundred miles. Even if he doesn't use divine magic to search, sprinting back and forth like this is still a huge drain on him:

In such a whole day, I rushed back and forth to him seven or eight times!

"Stand up!" He gripped the sword tightly and his voice rumbled over the forest. To Gretel's ears, he was far less energetic than before:

"What's the point of doing such a little trick?!"

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