Chapter 636

Every day they have to endure the erosion of all kinds of magic, and then be cured, and eat some strange meals, and then take more strange medicine.

They were given the medicine with the skulls in their gloomy eyes and glowing with phosphorous fire. These guys, who needed to be mosaic, put on glasses and masks with self-knowledge, and became magic researchers. The recorded crystal columns can already fill eight cabinets.

As for the results - confidential.

There must have been some achievements, otherwise there would not have been so many shady agreements with them, which made these "life research institutions" and "human and non-human employment agencies" blooming everywhere under this obviously abnormal forest.

These abnormal trees, very angry to feel a more abnormal human. This guy escaped from the woods, but he went back the same way. Hello, who are you? Don't know how to write death?

Ivy didn't agree. He knew how to write dead words, and he was working hard to prove that.

A dead word was written on the trunk of every tree.

Cause and effect magic! the order , once given , will be strictly enforced!

There are many unorthodox branches of magic in the world of magic. The research of magic is more and more extensive. There are more and more kinds of magic. They are advancing towards the gods. The exciting words are like this. Maybe some top mages scoff at it. For example, magic without divinity can't be compared with gods. For example, a very special thing about gods is that they say what they say, which is actually causal magic.

At the moment, these pupils of ivy have some rudiments of the law of causality. But he didn't mean it at all. It was an accident.

Just at the beginning, when he gave up the forest and went back, he suddenly felt one negative emotion after another. At the beginning, it was a psychological problem, but after a long time, when the soles of his feet were sweating, he was completely sure that these trees were alive, at least with their own independent ideas.

This makes him a little tangled. Looking back, the crooked arrows were originally used to show him the way. But if these small trees have self-consciousness, can the marks engraved on the trees be useful?

So he sat on a stone painfully, thinking whether these stones would suddenly spring up and attack himself. And what is the reaction of these small trees? If you carve a directional arrow and people turn around the tree, you can go astray. But what about writing? For example

"Don't you spit on grapes?" Ivy was also small for a time, but his knife had just engraved the word "eat". The little tree seemed to understand what he said at once. At once, some tangled tree roots grew at a high speed under his feet. Those penetrating voices came from the ground. Ivy endured the discomfort and explored carefully, and found that other trees were eating.

What, I let it eat, and they're actually eating?

If I let it fall, would it really fall?

Ivy carved an inverted character.

So he was surprised to find that the trunk was shaking slightly, the branches were shaking violently, and the leaves fell to the ground. The tree was leaning slowly and then lying on the ground. This, this Crazy. Are these guys really trees?

Hiss! Ivy cut off a branch and studied it carefully.

First, it was light red. It seemed that there was some blood in the branches. Ivy explained to them: maybe it has something to do with the sap of some trees, for example, some of them are milky rubber juice

Ivy felt sorry, so he put the branch to the fracture again. Of course, this behavior did not ask for results, but it did produce fruit. The tree seemed to be growing and connecting. Soon, they healed and grew together again, like human bone setting.

Click!

Ivy flicked and broke the branch again.

Tree:???

If I had known, I would not have been in a hurry. Of course, it has no such idea. In essence, it still follows its own plant attributes, which is a biological instinct.

Ivy looked at the port himself, and he could see the growth marks, the cell tissue of the trees that were fused together. What's going on?

What kind of research is this forest doing?

Ivy studied while writing. He experimented with the so-called causal techniques. He made limited progress in magic, but at least he involved more causality here. On these trees, he found some of the latest developments in life magic that were not found in many books. Most ironically, what happened 200 years ago can be regarded as the latest development.

Where's the tree I just cut off? Can they grow well? Are you still alive? Does healing magic work for them?

It's a real problem. Ivy's healing magic is the worst of all magic. He can't be blamed. In fact, all the people on the mainland, generally speaking, cure magic is the worst. After all, no one can eat by healing other people except the bright priest.

As he walked along, he was more and more shocked. The traces of the battle were weak. No one cleaned the battlefield. The smell of those elements had not faded away. As soon as he smelled them, he knew which magic he had just thrown out. And the trees that had been sentenced had been revived. They were very powerful.If this broad green shelter forest exists as a shield for defense, it will be supernatural. It has strong defense and self recovery.

Eh, I didn't take this road just now, did I? Is this lost?

What's more, the forest is very big. Why can't a small animal be seen?

Are all the small animals eaten?

Are you afraid that these small animals will be barbecued and cause a forest fire?

Or are you just afraid that these demonized guys will see the light again and do it on purpose?

Ivy gave full play to his nature of chubby. After thinking about it for a while, he suddenly found that the only artifact found in the depths of the woods so far seemed to be

A cabin.

This is very interesting. In general novels, most of these places have adventures. In general, the skills and inheritance are the most common, followed by treasures, and finally by functionality. What can I do here?

Ivy's heart is full of good ideas, he staggered to the cabin money, creak, reached out to push the cabin.

But it was empty, nothing.

Why, what's going on? What about the good heritage? What about the treasures? Where's my grandfather with white beard? Even if there is no living person, at least I can complete the task of the letter, the life and the relic!

Ivy slouched into the hut

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