Wizard: I Brought the Wrong System

Chapter 469 Chapter 463.5

Yaro noticed the difference in focus between Holly and Bud.

What Heli cared about was whether Yaro was injured.

But what Bard is concerned about is whether there will be any problems with the Wind Dragon Armor.

Yaro knew that there was nothing wrong with Bard's approach. After all, the Wind Dragon Armor was related to his future. What's more, when Yaro fell into a disadvantage, he also rushed out to support him. Although Yaro stopped him, this time It doesn't mean he failed in his duties.

But this slight difference left a trace in Yaro's heart.

He thought secretly: "The purpose of cultivating Bard is for immediate combat power. If the demon hunters are willing to join, can we postpone the cultivation of real-time combat power for now and focus on cultivating those who are loyal to us?"

Of course, this is just a preliminary idea. Since he has already agreed to Bard, Yaro is not going to go back on his words.

What's more, helping Bard learn 'Qi and Blood Fury' will not only improve his personal strength, but also set a goal for others to look forward to and pursue, which is not without benefit.

After a day of rest in Laner Village, I left some manuscripts on pure mathematics and structure that I got from Ian Boone for Hurley as teaching materials. I also gave Bud some pointers on some problems encountered during exercise. .

In the early morning of the next day, Yaro left Lan'er Village and went deep into the Dryad Forest, where he found the tall oak tree demon again.

"Grandma Oak, good morning." Yaro saluted respectfully.

Granny Oak smiled kindly and said: "Good morning, little wizard Yaro. There has been no news for so long. I thought you didn't need the Batcave anymore."

Granny Oak originally promised five days, but now ten days have passed, so there is a reason why she said such a thing.

"I'm sorry, Granny Oak, I've been delayed by some things recently. I'm very sorry for missing the appointment for so long."

"It's not a broken promise. It's only five days. I just happened to take a nap."

Granny Oak said again, "By the way, let's try this cup of tea. This time I specially asked the elk to test the temperature. I won't make the same mistake as last time."

Before he finished speaking, the small tree next to him trembled slightly, and a huge jasmine flower bloomed again.

Yaro took the huge flower and said gratefully: "Thank you very much, um... In addition, I have specially prepared a gift for you. I hope you can forgive me for my rudeness."

"Gift? That's great! This is the first gift I have received since I became Oak. I am very much looking forward to seeing it." Granny Oak said with a smile.

"It's not something expensive. I hope you won't be disappointed after reading it."

Yaro said, taking out a carefully packaged and exquisite gift box from the side pocket, and handed it to the branch hanging down by the side.

"How can I be disappointed? Even if you give me an empty box, the gift itself will not let me down."

As Grandma Oak spoke, she flexibly opened the gift box with a branch.

When the gift box was opened, she couldn't help but be slightly stunned.

Inside the gift box is a gorgeous painting more than three meters wide, made of intertwined grass stems and moss. Even the plants are still alive and well, exuding a fresh breath.

And in the painting.

A huge and sacred oak tree stands in the vast forest.

The trunk of the oak tree is thick and powerful, and the branches stretch out in all directions, like huge arms, broad and powerful. The branches and leaves are as dense as clouds, forming a huge green umbrella. The sunlight shines through the gaps in the leaves, forming colorful spots. It lights up the green lawn under the trees.

The whole picture is full of mystery and solemnity, seeming to depict a sacred and kind forest god.

Granny Oak was shocked by the magnificence and majesty of the oak tree in the painting, and her eyes as big as millstones were even more wide-eyed.

She shook the withered branches and said to herself in disbelief: "Is this... a painting of me?"

I can’t say that they are not alike, they are indeed sixty percent similar to her before, and as for more... Shen Yun is also quite similar?

This is normal. Drawing is to draw and construct images by hand, using elements such as colors, lines, and shapes to express your thoughts, emotions, and opinions.

Exactly the same, that’s called a replica, how can it be called a work of art?

How is it possible for viewers to have different feelings and associations?

Granny Oak stared at the oak tree in the painting, as if she saw her own shadow cast on the majestic trunk.

Her mind wandered, recalling the years since she became an oak tree.

When an old elf dies, her skin gradually becomes rough and hardened, her fingers gradually extend and branch into branches, and her hair transforms into slender branches.

Squirrels often jumped and played on her branches, little rabbits took a nap on her roots, and some birds often sang on her branches. Their songs were melodious and sweet, and it was once her favorite ditty.

It's a pity that as she grows bigger and bigger, the magic power accumulated in her body becomes stronger and stronger. Those ordinary animals gradually dare not get close to her like this anymore, but she is unwilling to use magic power to force those natural animals to The elf, so she could only separate the branches, turn into a new tree, and then repeat the process.

But as time went by, the area covered by her magic became wider and wider, and the number of ordinary animals around her gradually decreased, replaced by the prying eyes of some monsters.

Feeling conflicted and helpless, she decided to give up further expansion and shrink her territory. She only used a small number of weak branches to sense the outside world and integrated into the cycle of nature.

"Holy...it should be lonely." Granny Oak murmured to herself.

Yaluo didn't know why Granny Oak could see the charm of "loneliness" in her "beautiful face" paintings.

But he also understood that "there will be a thousand Hamlets in the eyes of a thousand readers." Granny Oak was not looking at the "beautiful" painting.

What she is looking at is herself.

"Holy, maybe he is lonely?" Yaro said softly.

"Oh?" Granny Oak turned her head and looked over, "Why do you say that?"

I just said it casually, why do you say this or that?

But this is not a problem for Yarrow.

When it comes to reading comprehension, you don’t have to make up a few random sentences. There may be points if you make them up, but there will definitely be no points if you don’t.

"Because holiness represents purity and unattainability. Purity also means that there is no interference from external objects, and it is a pure and pure existence. And being unattainable means that others can't interfere even if they want to." Ya Luo analyzed seriously.

Granny Oak smiled happily: "Your mouth is so sweet, I'm afraid you will deceive many little girls."

With her experience, how could she not know that Yaro was secretly flattering.

(End of chapter)