"He said, is he an apprentice of a demon hunter?" Master gaster stood in the middle of a rare clearing in the black forest, drawing complicated lines on the ground, and around him there were twelve figures in the same dress.
"Yes, master, he is a sailis, and he said that he was with you in the campaign to eradicate the tree of corruption." Centaurus stood in the forest outside the clearing, carefully avoiding the lines.
A dozen young Druids, who were on guard, were listening. They all heard master gaster talk about the apprentice of a demon hunter in his early twenties.
"He has black hair, black eyes and strange armor." During the intermission of hosting the wall of nature, master gaster kept recalling the image of a demon hunter: "with a long sword suitable for stabbing?"
"Yes, master. He also carries a long bow. He is very confident when he speaks. He seems to know the situation in fengxibao very well." Centaurus answered the Druid's question truthfully.
"Is he still alive? Well, if it's really him, it's undoubtedly the best news I've heard in the last half a month! " As the Druid's voice rose to an octave, the whole wall of nature vibrated slightly.
"Calm down, gaster. Your emotions affect the output of the heart of nature." A white bearded Druid standing around smashed his oak stick to the ground: "even if the young man is as good as you say, the disaster in that human city is not one person can solve."
"Yes, only we Druids are the mother of nature, and the ring of shepherds will spare no effort to stop the spread of this plague." Another, older Druid, expressed his opinion.
"With all due respect, masters, most of our hands are dealing with the mess left by the rotten tree, and we don't care about it." Master gaster gave a helpless smile to the Centaur: "we have indeed controlled the spread of the plague, and we are constantly hunting and killing the escaped infected people, but you and I all know that the chaotic conspiracy is in that city. If we let it go, sooner or later, there will be a greater crisis, and there are survivors there!"
"The Druids do their best, either succeed or die, and we share in this forest." White beard, the first to speak, said: "the disaster of human cities is borne by human beings themselves, and druids are only responsible for the forest."
"You know that the eyes of chaos never just focus on a single city, the whole far south continent, the whole world, all the creatures are their prey." After the initial waves, master gaster's voice soon returned to calm: "we can't stay out of it all the time."
This time, the Druids around did not answer, as if maintaining the existence of the "wall of nature" had exhausted their energy.
Wordless confrontation and denial is the last thing master gaster wants to see, but he has no better way. He is only one of the nine tree herders in the tree ring, and he is also one of the shallowest.
He couldn't change the external attitude of the whole ring of grazing trees, nor could he change the old and stubborn ideas with wood in their heads.
But he can influence the next generation of the ring of shepherds, the seeds that are still young and whose flame has not been extinguished.
At the foot of the Centaur, an unknown plant blooms soundlessly. A small storage bag is in the stamen. The flower gently touches the hind legs of the Centaur and sways its figure in the night.
The Centaurus turned around and picked up the bag and left the Druids' casting ground.
On the way, Centaurus opened her storage bag full of Druids' water purification stones and magical plant seeds.
She had seen these seeds, which could only grow once, but could take root, germinate, mature and bear fruit in a week.
If there is enough fertilizer, the speed can be accelerated.
The Centaurus galloped all the way, standing at the place where the demon hunter had once broken into the "wall of nature", and kept wandering, as if wondering whether she wanted to enter the scope of human cities.
Master gaster is recognized as a master of outstanding vision in the ring of shepherd trees. He can always see the essence through the phenomenon, and has a great reputation among Druids.
But correspondingly, he is also faced with the big right and wrong, too rich in the spirit of sacrifice, not only his own, but also his apprentices have to face the danger of exceeding their own ability.
The Centaurus still clearly remembers that in the last case of the rotten tree, master gaster was carried back by the elves, and finally recovered from his serious injury by integrating the heart of nature.
Some of the apprentices who accompanied him died in that operation.
After hesitating for a long time, the Centaur finally became cruel. She took two small plant seeds from the cloth strip on her chest and put them into her nostrils. She bit her teeth into the "wall of nature".
Master gaster hoped that she could give these things to the demon hunter, and she also hoped to go further in the ring of herdsmen, so that the safety of the Centaurs could only be hardened.The principle of seeking wealth in danger is universal in that world.
Fortunately, the Centaurs' physical attributes are high enough to prevent the Centaur from being infected with "eternal cancer" as soon as she enters. That's why gaster chose her.
In the dark, the Centaur felt danger everywhere, as if there was a fatal figure hidden in every shadow, and finally ran away like a deer along the footprints left by the demon hunter.
At this time, Xu Yichen is resting on the top of a house in the upper air outlet. Less than 200 meters behind him, a collapsed wooden house is burning.
In the raging fire, the corpse of a dead man almost filled the wooden house. The fire burned, and the body smelled and black smoke was carried away by the evening wind.
In addition to the sound of fire in the whole area, there was no sound from the whole area.
The fire seems to have attracted the attention of the gate. New eyes are constantly generated outside the gate. It seems to be wondering who is doing the barbecue outside the gate.
Xu Yichen looked at several buildings higher than the gate of fengxibao in the distance, hoping that the fellow townsman he had never met would be smart enough to set up a monitoring post there and keep an eye on the news outside the city.
The fire, on behalf of a meaning: "I'm here."
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