Noble Emblem

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Now Watkins understood what Beta meant. She just lacks knowledge and is not stupid. And the more people believe in the gods, the smarter they are. The power of faith that gods receive comes from believers. Only believers will understand what they know.

This is also the reason why many evil gods with few followers often make mistakes and are punished by human braves, and it never works out.

Not to mention the small number of followers, although most believers of evil gods behave in extreme ways, some are vicious, some are vicious, but in essence they are mentally and intellectually deficient 'mental patients'. People with such personalities have one of the most common beliefs. Power will naturally affect their gods.

If all believers do not have knowledge, then neither do gods. Beta is an exception. On the surface, he is the Pope of the Cult of Fortune, but he does not believe in Woking.

He and Watkin were good friends, not a relationship between a god and a believer.

So what he knows, Waking may not know.

Once the low-threshold magic that Beta mentioned is produced and most believers know it, the effect will be too powerful.

As long as believers use this spell once a day, they will virtually 'pray' once or twice in disguise, which will increase the increase in the power of faith. At the same time, I will feel grateful to Woking in my heart and slowly change in the direction of a true believer.

In addition, casual believers of other religions or unbelievers will be interested if they see that everyone in the Wealth God Sect uses a magic spell, even if the effect is weak. This is also a good way to preach.

"Okay, then I've been focusing on this matter recently." Waking's expression changed slightly: "Be careful yourself."

Then Beta's soul returned to the real world.

The druids stayed in the guest house. On the first day, they were very energetic. Under the leadership of Amelia, they went shopping for a day and bought countless small items that were novel to them. stuff.

Then the next day, just south of the wetland, prepare to build your own grove.

They first planted the branches of the World Tree.

The shimmering branches grew as they entered the ground, and soon turned into a giant purple tree over fifty meters high with a broad crown.

Then the temperature in this area became obviously warmer.

Beta stood nearby, watching such changes and marveling.

In Waking City further away, many people noticed the changes here and seemed a little commotion.

Cocoyala stood next to Beta and said: "This is a branch of the mother tree. Don't worry, it won't have any bad effects. It just helps us elves transform the environment nearby."

"I know." Beta nodded.

"You know?" Cocoyala looked at Beta thoughtfully: "It seems that you have a deep understanding of our elves."

Beta chuckled. of course I know!

In the game, when the players planned to sneak into the elves and deal with the Elf Goddess, also known as the Forest Goddess, they tried their best to collect information about the elves and put them on the forum for other players to read.

Although Beta did not participate in the God-Slaying Battle, he took the time to read the information.

The branches of the World Tree can survive anywhere as long as there is soil, whether it is snow-capped mountains or deserts. But at best, it appears as an unconscious, somewhat special magical plant, such as a constant temperature, and a certain defensive barrier.

But the effects are so-so. If every branch could become a world tree, then the elves would have dominated the world long ago.

Moreover, the branches of the World Tree will almost never fall off. This is only possible if the World Tree takes the initiative to give them away. The most important thing is that every broken branch is an 'injury' to the World Tree.

Under normal circumstances, the elves would not break the branches of the mother tree casually, except in very special circumstances.

After the tree grew, twenty elves danced around the world tree.

The dance is unrestrained and passionate, completely different from the quiet and indifferent style of the elves, and is full of fanaticism and primitive desires.

Even with Beta's determination, when he saw the elves and druids twisting around with their bare white waists, he couldn't help but feel a little hot.

"The sacrificial dance of the troll tribe is indeed the same tribe."

Beta whispered. This dance once again solidified the relationship between the elves and the trolls. But under normal circumstances, only creatures with an open mind like players would connect the elves and trolls.

Kokoyala heard Beta's voice and turned her head suddenly.

As an elf of the first generation, she naturally knows the relationship between the trolls and the elves.

This was originally a secret. Only two people in the elves knew the ins and outs of this matter, and the trolls had long forgotten their true identity.

Besides, humans didn't even have writing at that time, so how did this young man know?

Kokoyala was watching Beta, but Beta didn't pay attention to her. His attention was drawn to the group of druids.

It wasn't that the unrestrained dance of these druids made him unable to take his eyes away, but that the magic produced by their dance actually resonated with the giant tree formed by the branches of the world.

Beta could feel this resonance, and another form of magic seemed to appear in front of his eyes.

The magic of life.

It turns out that this is what the so-called natural magic is all about.

Beta has been unable to learn natural magic. Even Roland, the most powerful magician in the game, cannot learn natural magic.

All humans cannot learn natural magic. People believe that natural magic is a gift from the Elf Goddess to the elves.

But now, Beta has vaguely touched the edge of natural magic.

The magic emanating from the branches of the world began to seep into the surrounding soil.

The temperature here is getting higher and higher, the ice and snow on the ground begin to melt, and green grass buds break out of the ground.

In Beta's feeling, one can clearly see a very unique spiritual power seeping out from the branches of the World Tree. Through the dance of the druids and the spiritual resonance, it is combined together and becomes a green natural element. .

That’s what happened!

Beta suddenly realized. No wonder humans cannot learn natural magic. It turns out that humans have never experienced the inner fluctuations of natural elements.

The elves originally fell from the World Tree, and they inherently know what the natural elements are like.

The essence of natural magic is actually the fragments of spiritual power emanating from the World Tree. After the resonance and catalysis of the elves, it becomes natural elements and natural magic.

After thinking about this, Beta felt her mouth dry. After seeing the natural elements, he could feel that in the surrounding air, in addition to light, darkness, and elemental magic, there was also

In essence, the World Tree forms a network of wizards dominated by elves. It stands to reason that only gods can do such a thing, such as Mythra, the goddess of magic.

Magicians today are different from those in ancient times. It was several times more difficult for magicians in ancient times to cast spells than it is now. The emergence of magic nets has made it much easier for magicians to cast spells. Therefore, even if the goddess of magic does not spread faith, as long as there are still magicians in the world, she can harvest the power of faith.

The World Tree now also has a magic system similar to the Magic Network. Although only elves can use it, other races can hardly use natural magic. Isn't this the authority of the gods?

Is World Tree really just a demigod?

She has lived for so long and even has something similar to a magic net. Why hasn't she been promoted to a god?

What is the relationship between the Elf Goddess and her, and why the Elf Goddess can also use natural magic.

Beta has seen World Tree, and it can be seen that she is a legendary creature, at most a demi-god, not a divine creature like Shirley.

In other words, she cannot be the clone of the Elf Goddess.

But the Elf Goddess prefers to use the legendary creature's 'spell net', which is very intriguing.

Miscellaneous thoughts flashed through his mind, and finally he gave up the speculation. There is too little information now, and thinking too much will only make you fall into misunderstandings.

He continued to focus on the twenty dancing druids, watching them carefully, paying attention to the frequency of their soul fluctuations when they assimilated the spiritual power fragments of the World Tree.

This serious move was noticed by Coco Yala next to him. She was a little surprised that Beta was not the kind of impatient person, so why was he so interested in these twenty druids.

Could it be that he likes this wild dance and the contrast between the purity and wildness of the elves?

The druids were still dancing, a large piece of grass was formed, and then small trees slowly sprouted in the land.

The surrounding trees gradually grew, and Beta watched as they stretched their trunks toward the sky, opened their crowns, and stretched out their young branches and green leaves at a speed visible to the naked eye.

This is a completely incredible sight.

It only took about an hour for a huge forest to form.

The druids also stopped dancing. They leaned under the giant purple tree, panting and regaining their strength.

Beta remained motionless, looking at the shadow of trees above her head that seemed to cover the entire sky, as if she was frightened.

Coco Yala said with a somewhat complacent smile on the side: "How about it, our Druid still has some skills."

These words seemed to startle Beta, and he woke up from his trance. Then he reached out and turned over, and a small green energy ball appeared in his palm.

Seeing this ball of green energy, Coco Yara was stunned and showed an expression of disbelief.

Beta threw the ball of energy to the ground and landed on a tree and grass. And this little grass quickly absorbed the green energy. Then it grew in the wind, and in less than a minute, it grew from about ten centimeters to half a meter tall, and even bloomed with delicate blue flowers.

"Our natural energy, how could you..."

Beta stared at the giant purple tree in the distance without speaking.

Cocoyala narrowed her eyes: "You just looked at the energy fluctuations of mother's branches and you understood how to transform it?"

The faint murderous aura disappeared from her body.

Beta subconsciously stepped back five meters and stared at her coldly.

"Sorry, I lost my composure." Cocoyala closed her eyes gently.