I'm a mage, what's wrong with loving farming?

Chapter 281 281. Druid and the Fountain of Life Production Line

I saw that huge banyan tree that was dozens of meters high suddenly stood up. Its aerial roots were like its arms, and it tightly protected the house, and there was no bump visible to the naked eye.

The gathered raindrops and clouds flew around it, and powerful magic waves were released without reservation.

It was obvious that this was a powerful tree man, and even Orpheus Oak, the favored one of the gods, was surprised.

It can only stop temporarily.

It seemed that the other party reacted like this because he wanted to go in. They were all trees, so why did it reject me so much?

"Didn't you do a magic test when you shipped it?"

It asked Samuel on the side: "Such a powerful magic power is close to that of a tenth-level magician. Logically speaking, the test should be able to detect it, right?"

Samir was sweating profusely when he was woken up and came running.

He frowned and said: "Each of our magic plants has been tested with a magic power detector. Its magic power reading is very low."

Samuel took out the results of the test at that time: Banyan Tree No. 12, the magic power test passed, and the magic power was level 3.

As a reliable adult, Samir must of course complete all preparations before officially starting the relocation of the magic plant and monster.

What's more, he went there this time to recruit people in name in compliance with Duke Hanjiao's order.

It's enough to pick up some flowers and plants along the way. It would be really embarrassing to bring everything back like locusts.

The oak tree looked at the magic reading instrument, then looked at the standing banyan tree, and after thinking for a moment, decided to go in.

At least understand what its appeal is.

Otherwise, such an unstable factor in Croya's garden would be demolished by the apprentices sooner or later.

The tenth-level magic is different from the tenth-level mage. Having power without the corresponding knowledge and means to cast magic is nothing in the North.

What's more, a very important point is that it's late at night. If Talling calls the police and attracts Croya's attention...

People who don't sleep well are generally in a bad mood, and it's even more troublesome at that time.

After all, it can be regarded as one of its own kind.

"Oh, it's such a hard work."

The oak tree decisively stepped into the garden. Behind it, the shadow of a huge oak tree quietly emerged. It was hundreds of meters high and was about to break through the ecological dome.

It has stayed in the magic veins of the sea for so long, and it has also absorbed the consciousness of the earth compressed by the ocean. It is also a favored person of the Mother Goddess of the Earth, and it is already at the level of legend.

In the world of magic plants, the suppression power of the superiors over the inferiors is extremely terrifying and unreasonable.

Almost at the moment when the oak tree showed its magical power, the seemingly huge banyan tree almost fell over, its bark oozing with sap, as if it was sweating.

"I don't mean to threaten the humans you protect."

The oak tree moved forward step by step with its roots, and the banyan tree retreated step by step, but it still tightly protected the house above the aerial roots, without even a bump.

This is actually very abnormal.

You must know that it is the oak tree of the Orpheus family, a descendant of Latmeia, the second-generation descendant of the world tree, the sacred oak tree.

Rounding it off, it can be regarded as having a direct connection with the World Tree. It stands to reason that in front of it, whether it is a magical beast or a magical plant, it will be very friendly.

But the banyan tree in front of me...it is very resistant to itself!

"Why?"

It asked directly: "I expressed goodwill to you, and my friends and friends helped you create this garden so that you can survive the locust plague.

Why are you resisting.

Yurong tree, please answer me! "

The roar of the oak tree was like a direct blow to the head. The banyan tree trembled for a few times and then did not dare to move. It carefully transmitted a wave of mental power.

It probably means...

"Tools?" Oak was stunned: "You said that we treat monsters and magical plants as tools and not friends of nature?"

This is really new.

Today's northern border can be called a paradise for magic plants and monsters. It is full of vitality and everything is competing with each other. As a result, there are actually trees saying that they are not friends with nature.

"you……"

It was about to refute, but suddenly a flash of inspiration occurred, and it seemed that this was really the case.

Special transcendent beings such as druids and shamans, to put it mildly, one is the darling of nature and the other is the friend of the elements.

But actually speaking, it is nature and elements that give them power. To be precise, it is similar to how gods give power to believers.

If you are rejected by nature and the elements, you will immediately lose all your power, and may even be deliberately targeted, which is extremely miserable.

Now Croya's Northern Territory and the Orpheus family it comes from are more about the research of Warcraft and Demonic Plants and the use of nature. In a sense, the evaluation of "tools" is really right.

This is the essential difference.

The mage controls his own power, and the rest are assists; most shamans and druids only need to have a good relationship with the elements and nature, and they are basically successful.

Take Croya for example. In fact, he is a superior person in many relationships with nature, not even an equal relationship.

As for druids, in this friendly relationship, they are actually a bit biased towards the inferiors. Although the real feelings cannot be denied, the power is not yours after all.

Thinking about the oak tree in this way, I figured it out.

It seems that the trees in the southern border have not yet enjoyed the benefits of the northern border.

tool?

There are countless magic plants in the north who want to feel the gift of Croya.

Only one thing is needed to make this banyan tree obedient.

It said to the banyan tree: "Your nearly tenth level of magic power may not be weak in the south, but here in the north.

You need to stay still.

If you are willing to give a few more druid powers, life will be easy. "

After saying that, it took out a small bottle from its pocket, with a clearly painful expression on its face, unplugged the bottle and threw it towards the banyan tree.

The crystal clear bottle sheds a series of white light strips under the night sky, which is so bright and warm.

That's the magic of sunshine!

It was given to it separately by Croya as the special magic power of each month. It was carefully blended by the former, and also added with the light of Eden and the golden oil of the sunflower.

Named "Sunshine Potion".

It's a concise name, but it really best describes its effectiveness.

As long as it is a normal plant that needs sunlight to grow, it has no resistance to this thing.

No, the banyan tree that was still a little scared at first became cheerful the moment it was touched by the white light inside the bottle.

"!!!"

It emitted a mental wave that was shocking to the point of being breathtaking, and then without saying a word, it ran directly to the place where it had uprooted itself and took root again next time, enjoying the warm light motionlessly.

From the leaves to the bark and even every aerial root exudes pleasant spiritual fluctuations.

"Tsk."

The oak looked at the completely quiet banyan tree and curled his lips in disdain. Isn't it just a bottle of sunshine potion? Is it necessary to look like this?

But it still couldn't help but feel heartbroken.

It had just been obtained, and it hadn't even had time to slowly dig in with its roots, taste and enjoy it carefully, and then bury the bottle and reflect on it from time to time.

‘I hope I can get another one. ’

The painful oak tree unceremoniously walked under the banyan tree, patted the latter's trunk with a branch, and reminded: "Let the people out!"

The aerial roots of the banyan tree suddenly shrank down, and the house originally built between the aerial roots naturally fell to the ground. There was even a breeze that pushed the door open.

The boy inside the house, surrounded by emerald green light spots, clouds and raindrops, appeared in front of the oak tree.

"That's not what you were like just now." Oak couldn't help but curse, and then looked at the young man.

The moment he saw him, Oak was sure that the special power that could mobilize nature was indeed that of the Druid.

"It is indeed a gift from nature."

It's still very happy.

Because there is currently a druid missing in the territory, only a druid can make a fountain of life that uses natural aura as the main material.

There are so many elves in the north, and there is so much natural spiritual energy, the quality of the fountain of life that can be made should not be low.

After confirming this, the oak tree left without disturbing or disturbing the sleeping boy.

But before leaving, it said to the banyan tree: "The current Southern Garden was given to you by Croa to live in, if you want your hometown to be built better here.

Then get a few more natural druids.

It has protected mankind for thousands of years. You should understand what I mean. "

Of course the banyan tree knows.

It grew up in the territory of the nobles and had seen many things in its thousands of years.

It really thought about it seriously, selected a few young people who liked it, and gave its gifts to them.

…

One day later.

When the four druids came to Croya, the master of Hanjiao Island, the Archmage who had just woken up, was still a little confused.

Um? Didn’t you say there is only one? Why did four of them suddenly come out?

He was a little strange, but he still smiled kindly.

"Welcome to the North."

"How is life in the garden? Is anyone depriving you of food and supplies?"

His tone was very casual, and his questions were all very common topics.

But the druids were no longer calm.

Hearing such a gentle voice and feeling the refreshing temperament of Croya, several novice druids instantly felt a little trapped.

This kind of charm really has nothing to do with men and women or even species.

The faces of two of the female druids turned red instantly.

They have lived in the vast rainforest in the southern border since childhood. When have they ever seen such a man? Even those nobles looked like bumpkins in front of Croya.

The eyes of the other two male druids were shining brightly, full of admiration.

Jacob made no secret of his admiration:

"grown ups."

"We live well in the North, thank you for your gift."

Croya looked at him and smiled: "Yagobu, your performance in school is good and deserves praise."

Being praised in person by Croya like this, Yagobu was so happy that he almost fainted and stood there at a loss.

It's quite fun to tease children once in a while.

Croya, who was in a happy mood, did not continue to release his charm that had nowhere to go, and went straight to the point:

"Now that you are already druids."

"Then I need you to do something for me."

He stood up and motioned for the four druids to follow.

Of course, the four of them followed immediately, passing through a space portal behind Kloya and arriving at a small garden full of life.

The moment everyone came in, four or five elves woke up immediately, curiously opening their eyes to look at the few new faces except Kloya.

The few people being looked at also looked at the garden curiously.

There was a gurgling stream flowing in the garden, and dense magic plants grew on both sides of the stream, arranged in a mysterious way, thriving around the stream.

There were many open space portals in the distance, and behind the translucent waves came the natural breath of various elves, which converged in this garden.

Oak appeared at some point, walked to Kloya's side, and said: "My friend, the magic circle here has been debugged. Next, it depends on whether the druids can gather the breath of nature."

Kloya nodded: "Thank you for your hard work, I will give you five more bottles of sunshine potion."

Oak's old face was immediately full of joy.

Five bottles of sunshine potion!

It has now happily thought about where to bury it and enjoy it slowly.

Kloya glanced at the oak tree and carefully observed this special magic circle called "Spring of Life Array".

Long before the elves were born, he had already begun to arrange a magic circle that could produce natural magic potions, that is, imitating the famous "Negative Light River" of the elves.

According to legend, the Negative Light River flows under the roots of the four sacred trees of the third generation of the World Tree, which are guarded by the elves, and is contaminated with the breath of countless magic plants, magic beasts and elves along the way. The river water in it is magic potion.

The famous Spring of Life is a spring flowing in the center of the Negative Light River.

Although the Orpheus Oak does not know what magic circle is used in the Negative Light River, it can be sure that it must have the magic power of elves and druids and the magic plants that separate and fuse the raw materials.

With these basic conditions, even if it is impossible to produce the Spring of Life, it can definitely produce high-quality magic potions.

There are enough low-level potion production lines in the North now. Not only are there the apprentices working, but there are also magic-fixing dangling plants helping. What is needed is high-level potions.

Time passed slowly.

About ten minutes later, Cloya finally withdrew his mental power a little tiredly - just now, he had engraved two magics for the magic plants here.

That is, the Seven Stars Separation Technique and the Bee Swarm Cooperative Unified Array.

The former is an old friend that has been studied for a long time; the latter is a skill learned from a kind of bee, which can maximize the unification of magic fluctuations and cooperative casting.

After completing the preparations, he instructed the four druids: "You use your power to sense the situation here, and guide them in the most comfortable way to ensure the release of magic."

The druids were a little nervous, but they nodded immediately.

Then, they began to use their power in various ways - some opened their arms, their hair and clothes moved without wind, some lay directly on the ground, and some simply jumped.

The scene seemed a little weird for a while.

But even with such a strange movement, a very special magic power really rose from the grass and the earth.

This magic power is completely different from the natural magic power that Cloya and the mages cast and gathered. It is light and agile, and there is also a wonderful feeling of stretching.

If you have to say it, it doesn't seem to be controlled, but it seems that nature itself is jumping and full of spirituality.

The breeze floats, the petals sway, and the grass sprouts...

The leaves and petals are blown by the power, swirling into the river, drifting with the waves.

The elves fly and run freely.

To be honest, this is a scene that Cloya has never seen before. He and the oak tree have already felt out of place here, and nature is rejecting them.

On the contrary, the four druids have completely integrated into nature at this time, and the rising magic power has made them almost invisible.

Nature... actually rejected him, the bard of "The Poem of Rainbow". If he hadn't experienced it personally, he probably would never have thought that there would be such a thing in his life.

He casually cast a ray of iris magic, hiding himself and the oak, and then said: "It's hard to imagine."

"The flowers and magic plants around us, even the wind and rain are rejecting us."

"I'm surprised too." The oak sighed softly: "But I feel the wind here is really comfortable and free."

It looked at this small garden, and there was a light of desire and expectation in its eyes, as if it wanted to join in.

Kloya was surprised: "Even you are so looking forward to it?"

"Yes." The oak nodded: "Just like when I grew up freely in the family before, I only needed to follow the power of the druids and sway with the wind, swinging freely."

"My friend, although we are also using the power of nature freely, it still has some command nature.

Freedom under command... can it be called freedom?"

Obviously, the oak has noticed the essence of the matter. After all, it is a magic plant, and it must feel it faster than Kloya.

Its words made Kloya fall into contemplation.

However, Cloya helplessly discovered that the nature of his power was destined to make him unable to be in a lower position in the magic system, and the sun would always hang high in the sky.

In nature, he is the superior and the benefactor.

Light nourishes all things.

Even if he wants to live in harmony, he can't accept the gift of power like a shaman or a druid. Instead, he actively uses these powers to achieve his goals.

At most, he can get along with others on an equal footing - this is the result of his hard work.

They can only be friends, and it is impossible for him to be in a lower position.

Besides, he can't let himself be in a lower position. This is the most essential difference between a mage and a druid or a shaman.

He thinks it's good and doesn't plan to change.

So he was relieved soon.

If he can't do it, then there's nothing he can do.

He is a lord, and he has so many people under him. He can't do everything himself, and he always needs his help.

What he needs to do is to train his subordinates well. The more capable his subordinates are, the sooner he can lie down and concentrate on his hobbies.

And while he was thinking, the river, the small stream surrounded by the magic circle, had undergone some changes.

The natural spiritual energy from flower petals, raindrops, grass leaves, and the spirits all gathered in the river.

A ray of light appeared in the clear river.