Chapter 26 Who is Whose Little Brother
Through conversation.

Rhodes knew that he couldn't get any useful information.

Because the tree spirits, like him, knew very little about what happened three hundred years ago, otherwise they would not have fallen to this point.

and so.

Rhodes focused his attention elsewhere.

"How many war giant trees like you do you have?"

"There are probably more than sixty trees...right?"

Augla answered uncertainly: "Since we lost our source of soul power, everyone has fallen into a deep sleep. I am the only one who has managed to stay awake by relying on some extra income."

His expression was embarrassed.

Because the extra income he was talking about was actually just like summoning demons through a sacrificial array. He would accept calls from other races, project his consciousness over to help solve problems, and collect some sacrifices at the same time.

When he first entered the Dream Forest, his tone was so arrogant because he thought someone was summoning him to support him.

Don't show off your awesomeness.

Who will offer sacrifices to summon him in the future?

I guess those people couldn’t have imagined it.

This guy is actually quite a fool in private.

"Over sixty?"

Rhodes' eyes lit up when he heard this.

helper!

Isn't this the helper he needs most right now!
It's really like sending a pillow when you're sleepy. The war giant trees are the top fighting force of the dryad clan. With them around, are you still afraid of being attacked by black beasts?
Look at that tall, stocky physique.

But they are all strong laborers who dig the soil and farm.

When they have free time, they can help build houses and dig canals. In short, they come at the right time, and we have to trick them into coming and helping.

Augura didn't know what he was thinking.

After hesitating for a long time, he finally couldn't help but beg, "Sir God's Messenger..."

"Just call me Rod."

"Oh, then... Lord Rhodes, can you help us? If this continues, our Dryad clan will really be destroyed."

"How can I help you?"

"It's simple. Anything that contains life energy can revive my companions!"

I can tell.

The tree spirit clan is really about to come to an end.

Otherwise he wouldn't have pleaded so pitifully.

Rhodes thought for a moment, then went to the center of the altar, took out the wheat that had been reserved for sacrifice, and handed it to him.

"Do you think this thing will work?"

As of now, the only crop that he can supply in large quantities and contains energy is wheat, and mass production can be achieved by repeated sowing for several rounds.

"This is?"

Augula took the wheat in confusion.

But the moment he started to use it, his eyes suddenly widened.

What a rich breath of life!

It was several times richer than any fruit crop he had ever seen!
"Can...can we really give this to us?"

"Well, you can, but I don't have many seeds left, so I have to repeat the sowing and harvesting several times. You have to stay and help me with the work."

Rhodes looked strange.

This is just ordinary wheat, why get so excited?

He took out a few and threw them into his mouth to absorb them. Well...it did replenish some magic power, but it shouldn't be so exaggerated.

It seems that the tree spirits are indeed not having a good time.

But since the labor was delivered to his doorstep, he would rather take it than refuse it, especially since he was in urgent need of manpower.

"no problem!"

Augula agreed without even thinking about it.

Because just before he was summoned into the Dream Forest, the elders had already told him to follow all arrangements and help rebuild the forest at all costs, even at the cost of his life. Not to let the forest be harmed in any way!
The news of the revival of the Dream Forest was also completely blocked by the elders, who closed the connection between the Forest Sea Center and the outside world to ensure its safety before the forest fully recovered.

They have waited for this day for too long!
"Come on, follow me to get familiar with the environment first."

Rhodes was in a good mood after getting Augla's reply.

It turned out that his previous plan to stockpile food was correct, as it came in handy so soon.

With the promise of the tree spirits.

Then the next thing is very simple.

The first thing is to accumulate enough crops containing life energy to awaken Augla's sleeping compatriots, so that he can get dozens of powerful helpers.

With the Dryads' enthusiasm for the Moon God, it was not difficult to get their help.

Rhodes took Augla's soul and got familiar with the newly cultivated wheat field.

He planned to use all of this wheat as seeds for sowing again after it matured.

As long as this is repeated two or three times, the output will increase dramatically to an astonishing level, which is enough to supply the entire tree spirit clan.

As for Augla.

He was frightened by the black soil outside, and his eyes were as big as millstones.

"The black earth that devours life is indeed like this! The elder said that he sensed the breath of death spreading in the forest three hundred years ago, and then something went wrong."

Ever since the incident, they have been wondering whether the Dream Forest has been completely destroyed.

Because anyone who is a believer of the Moon God can enter the Dream Forest through meditation or sleep, and at this time their body and soul are separated.

So to outsiders.

It's like falling into a deep sleep.

But now that the Dream Forest has become like this, it is simply unable to accommodate such a large influx of souls. Where have all the sleeping souls gone?
"As you can see."

Rhodes, who was walking in front, shrugged and said, "The Dream Forest is like this now. It will probably take a long time to restore it to its previous state."

Hear this.

Augla also came to his senses.

Yes.

Am I not here to help rebuild the woodlands?
No matter what happened in the past, he could just deal with it again when it was gone. It was so simple. He had never seen a real forest anyway, so he was not too shocked.

"Come on, we are now clearing the land for the next wave of seeds, and we don't have enough manpower, so you can come and help."

"I will handle it."

Augura slapped his chest twice.

As a tree spirit and the most powerful war tree, shouldn’t it be easy for him to reclaim the land?

Soon, he followed Rhodes to the outside of the altar.

The little creatures in the wheat field heard the noise and poked their heads out of the holes like groundhogs, looking at the new big guy curiously.

"Little guy, go take a rest. Leave this to me."

Augula pointed at the little thing and said arrogantly.

He still remembered that it was this little guy who poked him with something before and it hurt quite a bit. This time he had to get back at him and behave well in front of Lord Rhodes.

Since Lord Rhodes has no followers yet, I, Augula, will take the position of Chief Minister.

"Yeah!"

Unexpectedly.

Faced with his arrogance, the little thing did not back down. Instead, it yelled and cursed, climbed onto him, and started pulling at the branches on his head with its little hands.

Augula wanted to shake him off, but as soon as she raised her hand, she suddenly looked at the small thing on her body as if she had seen a ghost.

"No, no, how can a little thing like yours touch my soul? Ah, hiss... You have the aura of our ancestors! This is impossible!"

The deafening screams echoed throughout the altar.

no way.

The aura of the tree spirit ancestor is engraved in the inheritance.

Any tree spirit that has received the inheritance will be able to recognize that aura at the first moment and will never make a mistake.

Augla couldn't believe it.

A tiny thing that is not even as tall as one's toes actually has the aura of a tree spirit ancestor, and it is so pure, it is obviously inherited.

"Stop, stop, stop!"

"I give up, stop it now!"

Augula screamed in agony. Facing the suppression effect that penetrated deep into his soul, he had no power to fight back, let alone calling himself the Chief Minister.

There's a little thing there.

At best, he could only be a second-in-command.

Okay, second place is second place.

It is not shameful to be outshined by the ancestral heritage. I, Augla, am still the most important follower of Lord Rhodes.

"Yeah!"

Seeing that he admitted defeat, the little thing finally stopped.

He waved his little fist and returned to the ground arrogantly, as if declaring his sovereignty.

Poor Augura.

As soon as he arrived, he became the one with the lowest status in the entire altar.

(End of this chapter)