Chapter 107

Zhao Mai quickly unload the burden and check the situation of his companions. Everyone, including grain reserves, was sleeping soundly and snoring gently. It seemed that there was nothing wrong with it. But Zhao Mai pushed them, and none of them woke up. Even when he stabbed Bucher, the strong man just waved his hand, made a move to drive away mosquitoes, turned over and went on sleeping.

No one treated him, but his wound stopped bleeding by itself, and it would be OK.

"Well, there's another one who hasn't fallen asleep." Mangrove suddenly spoke, and then an old man with bark color came out. His arm is like a branch, his body is like a tree trunk, and his hair is like thatch. A few small flowers are blooming above his head, and even now it's winter, they seem to be welcoming spring. As for the old man's face, it was covered with bark like furrows, mushrooms on his eyebrows, and moss on his mouth. Only his eyes were watery and reflected bright light.

"What have you done to my friends, please wake them up as soon as possible!"

"It turned out to be a little Druid. Your natural force is really good. No wonder you wake up before you sleep." The old man squatted down and sat on the root of the tree, rubbing his butt and turning over. As soon as he moved, he gasped for breath and looked old and weak. "Come on, let me have a good look at you."

Zhao Mai did not dare to take it lightly. The giant toothed beast was already under control, and his fingers were gently pulled on the trigger. He carefully explored the changes of the natural force around him for fear of any change. At the same time, he raised his ears and widened his eyes. Every Druid had his own animal companions, and he could not say when he would jump on them.

"Don't be nervous. I'm Wordsworth. I don't lie. Your friends will have a good sleep for about three days. When you wake up, your body will recover to its best condition, and you won't have to worry about the hidden injuries in the swamp. You are also a druid. You should know that the natural force does no harm to the body, right

"The natural force also includes lightning, pestilence and storm. How can it be harmless?"

"That requires a process of transformation." The old man was panting and simply sat down. "Come on, tell me. What's the matter with you coming all the way here?"

"I want to continue my Druid study, from apprenticeship to official Druid. And that Paladin has something else to do with you. It's probably related to the ramashitu monster in the north, but I don't know exactly what it is. "

The old man looked at the paladin, and it was easy to recognize the sea rouer. He shook his head and said to Zhao Mai, "what do the Knights of aomede want me to do? Do they want me to be their veterinarian or gardener? Forget it. I'm not interested anyway. Let them sleep. I'm very interested in you. Why don't you go north to Infernal Affairs, but go south to look for me? "

Druids can always fully control their living environment, so it's not surprising to know that Zhao Mai came from the south. Zhao Mai didn't have to cheat him on learning this, so he said: "I used to be a member of the community of diesters. Now the traffic there is cut off by the evil monsters of ramashtu. I can't go back. Then I heard that there was a big druid who came here with the hope of studying. "

"Tut Tut, there is such a stupid apprentice, using the word" study. " The old Druid looked contemptuous: "no matter what race you were in your last life, you must be a wizard anyway. Study, study, promotion, how are you full of this kind of thinking? Well, fortunately you are still young and can correct it. I will teach you well. Now you go to work and take these people to bed

"I'm alone?" Zhao Mai was surprised.

"Nonsense, it's not only you who move everyone, but also me." Wordsworth thumped his back: "when I'm old, my legs are useless."

"Don't druids have an ageless body? Age doesn't have a negative impact on your body."

"As an apprentice, you know nothing, so concentrate on your work."

Zhao Mai moved for two hours, of which more than 40 minutes were spent on Bucher. This strong man's weight is amazing. If he hadn't been doing the weight-bearing March, Zhao Mai would not have moved him.

There are several huts in the mangrove forest, which are very simple thatched houses and can't stand strong wind or hail. However, I'm afraid there is no such extreme weather here in mangrove forest. The oldest thatched cottages may be decades old, but they are still available. The house is very clean and tidy, or it's better to describe it as having no family. There were only two rooms with things in them, dried fish and straw baskets.

There was no bed, no table, no furniture. When Zhao Mai asked the old man where he lived, he pointed to the nature. "The whole mangrove is my home, and the swamp outside is my yard. With such a vast world, why should I limit myself with a bed? "

"A poetic scene." Zhao Mai took the old man on his back and walked towards the thatched cottage. "The sky should be the quilt, the earth the bed, the tree the pillow, the moon the lamp, the sound of insects, the shadow of flowers, the wind and the water."

"I thought you were praising me at first, but I didn't expect that you were showing off your choice of words and sentences. I really shouldn't be." Wordsworth shook his head and repeated Zhao Mai's previous words. "But you're right. I've always been like this.""I wonder why you don't have the slightest fluctuation of the natural force, and how you survive in the swamp surrounded by goblins. Your body is really weak, but it can't be false. But with so much natural force around, why can't you recover? "

"Because it's just a shell." Two voices sounded at the same time, which frightened Zhao Mai. As like as two peas in front of him, another one stood on the back of him, the only difference was the root woodland staff. The material and color of the staff are not different from the color of his own skin, but also compatible with this mangrove.

"Which of you is noumenon? What is this, puppet? The statue? Magic Zhao Mai gently put down Wordsworth on his back. He expressed his thanks to Zhao Mai with a smile. Then he adjusted his sitting posture and leaned gently against the tree trunk.

"We're all Wordsworth." The two men spoke in the same voice. "We're just different, we're just different. Just like this mangrove, who can know which tree grows from the roots and which tree changes from the branches? "

"Well, is there always a difference?" Even if he was "well-informed", Zhao Mai could not figure out what was going on.