Steel steam and flame

"What do I need to prepare?" Sukarius was full of doubts. The two communicated in Imperial Language, and the meaning of every word was clear. But when these words came out of the mouths of the two, it discovered that it didn't understand anything, so that even in the end, the two of them couldn't fully understand the meaning of the connection.

The only thing it is certain about is that it has a lot more jobs that don't sound very good, and they are jobs that were agreed to on behalf of itself without agreeing to them.

Cassia cut off the contact, sighed, recovered from her resting state, and looked ahead - the gray-white fog was still thick, covering the entire target area. The pale red light of the morning fell and hit the soft mist. In an instant, it lost all power and could no longer move forward at all.

"No need to prepare anything." Cassia said to Sukarius, "I'm just borrowing your body. All you have to do is watch quietly and don't raise any opinions."

"But this is my body, so it's normal to give some suggestions."

"You can save this sentence for Perkins or Mr. Groat." Cassia smiled. This commonly used sentence often achieves very good results, as if he was immediately speechless. Sucarius.

",,," He didn't know how to refute at all. Sukarius could only breathe out a burning breath. The withered grass and soil on the wasteland splashed away, and two fresh mud ravines were formed in an instant. "Suddenly I missed being blood-drawn. At least you don’t have to think about it, you don’t have so many worries, and your mood won’t have huge fluctuations.”

"This is just the beginning. Believe me, the current mood changes can only be described as 'minor waves'. There will be more things that make you feel powerless and helpless." Cassia said in a comforting tone, "Just experience more." Once you have experienced severe mood swings for too many times, you will naturally feel at peace within yourself, and nothing will cause any mood changes."

"Of course, this is just personal experience."

",,," Sukarius snorted again, ignoring Cassia, turning his head lying on the ground away, facing the other direction, and stopped talking.

Seeing this, Cassia took steps towards the target area: "The situation has changed, and the observation of pollution will continue. In the next few hours, I will go to the front to collect more information and intelligence, and do some small experiments. You Just continue to rest. When to set off again can only be determined after getting a clear result from the next contact."

"Let's go!" Sukarius made a nonchalant voice.

",,," Cassia shook her head, walked straight forward, and quickly disappeared into the pollution mist.

Sucarius turned his head at this moment, raised his head and looked at the direction where Cassia disappeared. In the end, the body wrapped in armor did not move at all: "I really want to go back..."

Ahead, Cassia, who kept moving at a steady speed, soon came to a polluted forest full of fungi. The gray mist that filled the air smelled of dampness and decay, and the sticky feeling under his feet made him step more lightly.

The intensity of the pollution has changed. Going to a large, almost dead tree, Cassia gently touched the bark full of substantial pollution with her index finger. That layer of pollution found new things to attach to, instantly stimulating vitality. It started to spread along the fingers.

The activated pollution began to infect this vitality. Within a few seconds, the entire tree and even the pollution on the ground were also affected. They suddenly found their direction in disorder. A large area of ​​pollution, shaped like running water, began to flow towards the index finger. Come.

But facing Cassia, pollution without consciousness has no way of knowing what it is facing. The spreading pollution did not even pass through the first knuckle under the tip of the index finger, and was completely absorbed into Cassia's body, becoming a negligible nutrient.

The pollution in a larger area was stirred, and Cassia controlled it in time to match her breath with the surrounding environment. The flowing pollution was immediately cut off, and they returned to disorder and returned to their original quiet state in the blink of an eye.

Cassia was looking in a certain direction at this time. Although his sight could not penetrate the heavy fog or go around the mountains in front of him, in his pupils, the center of the pollution node hidden deep under the ground seemed to be there. Existence cannot escape detection.

"It's been a long time since I've acted alone like this." Suddenly she said to herself, and when Cassia sighed, she had already closed her eyes. The next breath he took was an inexplicable sound in the air. Within a radius of less than thirty meters centered on him, the gently flowing mist began to surge. As the concentration gradually increased, at the same time, the surrounding ground and several trees, The thickness of mold pollution has increased again, growing like dense weeds.

This phenomenon lasted for less than two breaths. Amidst the whistling sound, dozens of flower buds of different sizes grew out of the ground and tree branches. Then the flower buds rotated for more than half a circle, stretching out one by one and almost white. petals, and the bright red flower core in the center.

Cassia opened her eyes and looked around: "If pollution is a positive help, I hope that such flowers can bloom everywhere on the Three Phase Continent. But this is just a thought."

He walked toward a white flower, but when he was still less than one meter away, the flower seemed to feel something, and its unfolded petals began to close up. The steps stopped, and Cassia immediately adjusted the intensity of her pollution aura. Only then did she see the flowers gathered in front of her turn again, and then unfold their petals.

"If it is pollution in the form of flowers, depending on the size, the connection with the roots of the World Tree will be different..." As he said, Cassia directly pulled up the white flower in front of him, and there were even several small twisted roots under the flowers. The white flower did not wither. In the increasingly concentrated pollution mist, it just seemed to be dehydrated and suddenly became less fresh.

After absorbing the white flowers, Cassia dropped the remaining substance, then created an open space without sticky pollution and sat there. After a short rest, he determined a time, then connected the root network and started the preparatory work of artificially increasing the pollution intensity in most areas.

He needs to allow the pollution that already exists in the roots of the World Tree to escape in more powerful ways. To this end, actively creating small nodes one by one is the best way to do it. He had seen this kind of node method in the southern forest, and knew how to build an orderly network of small nodes. The new Miss World Tree has already given the most standard and correct answer.

On another occasion, Grote, who seemed to have fallen asleep, was awakened by the communicator. He took a few deep breaths before calming down.

"Started?" he asked, and roared in the direction of Defoni.