Chapter 383: Chapter 233 I Really Like the Cemetery Grass You Gave Me_1
Dobinki led the way, and despite his best efforts to hide it, an expression of disgust involuntarily spread across his face, especially when he saw the skeleton zombies.
The occasional arrogance and contempt emanating from him, the inherent superiority a city dweller feels towards a country bumpkin, annoyed the Great Sage. After all, Dobinki had blunt hands and feet and looked like a commoner. What was there to feel superior about?
The Great Sage himself was a very amicable undead. He personally drove to distribute relief grains and could hold a conversation with the mayor, the village chief, even a minotaur. He was not arrogant at all. But what was his real identity?
He was the Wise Sage of the Undead Empire, the wisest soul second only to the king. Even the stout Locke and Harvey wouldn’t dare show arrogance in front of him.
However, considering that Dobinki had brought high-yield crop seeds, the Great Sage felt he could tolerate such behaviour as long as it could solve the problem of food.
The Great Sage never guessed that it was not the Church of Light that had come, but the druids.
Like the disciples of the Church of Light, the druids were also naturally opposed to the undead creatures due to their ability to manipulate life. Their instinctual aversion to the dead was why the Great Sage hadn’t considered them at first.
But now, Dobinki’s arrival caused the Great Sage to rethink his position, and it instantly dawned on him that the druids might be the best people to solve the problem at hand.
The Great Sage was now faced with a food shortage. As long as enough food could be produced, all the problems would instantly cease to exist.
The crop yield in the Land of Fallen was barely above a hundred kilograms per mu due to various reasons. If the crop yield could be tripled, they would be self-sufficient.
These druids claimed they had seeds that could yield a thousand kilograms per mu and mature over a short growth period of three months.
Once the tree grew, Dobinki stepped back to make room for the other druids. They quickly stepped in, hands beaming red and blue lights onto the Little Tree.
Under the glowing lights, the Little Tree grew rapidly and soon became a short, waist-thick tree about half a person tall.
The short tree suddenly came to life, with a thicket of roots unearthing themselves and entangling into two short legs, plodding forward.
The Tree Herders, the druid’s favourite helpers.
The five Tree Herders moved in five different directions, taking their time. Occasionally, their feet extended into tree roots that penetrated the soil, analysing the condition of the earth.
From time to time, they would pull up plants from the ground, roots and all, and plant them onto themselves, collecting local samples.
However, once they stepped into the Land of Deathly Silence, they could no longer collect any plant samples. Even their roots were reluctant to penetrate the soil.
After he dispatched the Tree Herders, Dobinki’s robe suddenly puffed up and magic power began circulating around him.
After about ten seconds, Dobinki did a somersault and transformed into an eagle. He soared into the sky, performing the transformation magic – hawk.
The other druids, being less powerful than him, took a minute to transform. Dobinki waited for everyone to finish transforming. Once they had all turned into eagles, they chose a random direction and flew off.
One of the druids seemed to remember something and couldn’t resist asking with worry, “Sir, should we wait for the Shadow Guards? I am afraid we may inadvertently encounter other undead creatures...”