Chapter 424: Chapter 253: Break it Apart _1
Negris stretched out his neck, slowly, slowly, took the Little Sapling from Ange’s hand, slowly, slowly, and placed it on Ange’s head, glancing provocatively at the War Tree Man.
The Little Sapling looked at the incredibly tall creature in front of it and got very excited, it waved its leaves: grow stronger—grow taller—grow stronger—grow taller—
The War Tree Man stared incredulously at his body as his bark slowly hardened, forming a layer of shell. Inside the shell were some vertical hollow passages. The branches on top of the shell curled up delicate buds, wrapping the tree crown like a shield of soft green curls.
The War Tree Man immediately felt his body temperature drop drastically. He was close to overheating before, but because of the temperature difference, the air rose quickly from the hollow passages forming a chimney effect, rapidly draining the heat from his body.
Simultaneously, the hardened shell isolated the heat from the sun, preventing the water from evaporating from the surface of his body, causing the War Tree Man to cool down rapidly.
The soft green curls of buds, shielded the fierce sun, like a fluffy hat, allowing him to adapt more to the desert environment .
With these two changes, the War Tree Man, who was almost parched due to the sunlight, suddenly felt comfortable.
However, all of these were unimportant now. The War Tree Man looked excitedly at the Little Sapling who created all of this. Both of his feet rooted instantly into the ground, propped his arms up, inclined his whole body forward, and a deep voice spoke, “Tree Man Gore, pays respect to the God of Life.”
Negris, asserting his right, flapped his wings, took off, grabbed the leaves of the Little Sapling, and loudly questioned: “Whose was going to declare war on us just now!?”
“Why should I refuse? If you build a watchtower, will you send people to keep watch? That would be great, there will be someone to talk to.”
“Gore is most afraid of being bored. The forest is lively, and there are many animals to talk to. This place is too hot and deserted. The Elf said there would be war, which is why I came.”
“Oh yes, I must serve the God of Life, that is my lifelong pursuit and dream!”
Negris found that this Tree Man was simply a chatterbox, and he had no principles or a stand of his own. The words he just said could be denied and changed immediately. It was clear that the Elf had tricked him into coming here, but he insisted he came to serve the Little Sapling, even though he didn’t know about the Little Sapling’s existence before he came.
But Gore managed to change his story without turning red or losing breath.
“Why are we the War Tree People? Because we were granted the mission of war and guardianship by the God of Life. We are Tree People, not the weak Tree Herders who graze plants for a living. War is our mission! Eliminate the enemy!”
Only after this chat did Negris realize, the Tree People also have a class hierarchy. Gore clearly looked down upon Tree Herders.
“Why is there only one of me? With the power of War Tree Man, one is enough to change the... okay, it’s because the other Tree People can’t stand the heat, so they refused to come.”
While saying this, Gore couldn’t help but complain: “It’s too hot here, I had to rest during the day and travel at night. I’ve been on the road for over a month before I got here. I had to dig my roots deep during the day, otherwise, I can’t absorb water, my bark is drying out and cracking.”
“It’s much better now. The God of Life has given me the ability to adapt to the desert climate. Look at these hollow tubes; they can draw the air from my foot and expel it from the crown of the tree, taking out the heat. Now when the sun shines on me, I don’t feel uncomfortable anymore, the God of Life, the eternal God.”
Negris asked curiously: “Why aren’t you repulsed by the Little Sapling? It’s not really a reincarnation of the God of Life, it’s not the same as that old tree.”