Chapter 55 The Tree of Nature

He laughed. 'Could be." He didn't need faith, but he didn't want others to have human faith. But since the process was unmanageable, it would be a good idea to seize the opportunity and squeeze the space of the future deities. After spending some time in the Three Forks River region. Mike was accompanied by Dio Reinhardt daily as he wandered around the neighborhood. The little turtle, on the other hand, was highly interested in tempering the professionals of Reinhardt's tribe. He enjoyed the feeling of being a teacher. One month later. Mike left the Reinhardt tribe with Little Turtle, and patriarch Dio Reinhardt took all the Reinhardt family members in the tribe out of the city to see Mike off. While others didn't know the intentions of the Reinhardt clan patriarch, Mack guessed a little. In addition to truly worshiping Mike's bloodline ancestor, Dio also wanted to let the world know that the human tribe's Reinhardt tribe and the winged people have a very shallow relationship, belonging to the winged people's momentum. The position of the Reinhardt clan in the human race was no longer as prominent as it was in the beginning. Next, Mike continued west. He came to the small hill of the former Bolek Territory. This place had changed greatly. The once tall and lush laurel tree was long gone, and because it had been left untended for a long time, the place was overgrown with weeds, and the tombstones of Fiona and Reinhardt were tilted and half-buried in the soil. After a few hundred years, this place is already deserted. What was once a human city was in ruins, infested with wild animals, forests appeared, and things were not what they used to be. After the departure of the People, the goblins who had traveled north reestablished the goblin city to the south of Polec City, but it was small because of the occasional intrusion of the Northern Desert Steppe Royal Court. On the small hill. Mike flicked the dust off of the two men's tombstones after re-erecting them, and left after standing in the same spot until the sun set in the west. After that, he never went further west to continue his travels in the continent of Ferland, but turned his head east. He was going to fly directly from here to the Finoton Continent. Flying and stopping along the way, taking in the scenery of the continent as he did so, he arrived at the eastern coast of the Ferand Continent. This coast was north of the eastern coast of the Winged People, and the climate was much colder than the eastern coast. He crossed the sea here and flew to the Finoton Continent. Ferland Continent and Finoton Continent were far apart, almost the distance of a Ferland Continent's east and west. Mike took the little turtle and flew unhurriedly for half a month, traversing through gales and storms, finally arriving at the Finoden Continent. As soon as he stepped on the coast of Finod continent, there was a feeling that was completely different from Ferland, the temperature here was slightly higher than Ferland, and there was a feeling of humidity. And most intuitively, Mike felt that there were several powerful breaths in the forest in front of him. Full of wildness and power, they were Transcendent Magical Beasts at a glance! He swept through the forest from the sky and flew a long stretch of sky road, where the trees were quite tall and robust, and densely packed. In this forest, not only were there a few powerful magical beasts that he had sensed earlier, there were many magical beasts of all sizes. If it wasn't for Mike's sharp eyes, he could occasionally find some traces of intelligent races' activities in the corners of the forest, he might have thought that this was the Magical Beast Continent. Following the traces of intelligent races' activities, Mike continued to fly forward. It wasn't until a large mountain range appeared ahead and the magical beasts gradually thinned out that a sparsely populated tribe of intelligent races was discovered at the foot of the mountain range. This tribe was about two hundred people, they had a jackal-like head, their heads were stretched out very far forward, the back of their necks had long hairs, their bodies were very strong, their limbs were developed, and they looked savage and full of savagery. Mike descended from the sky and landed in the middle of the tribe, his powerful aura was like a gust of wind exerting itself on the jackal people, and then he didn't care about their feelings and directly inquired. 'Do you guys know about the troll clan that came across the sea more than a thousand years ago?" The jackal people listened to Mike's words with a confused and trembling face. 'My lord, what trolls, we do not know." Mack frowned, frightening the group of jackals to fall to their knees at once. Turtle stood on Mack's shoulder, covering her mouth and snickering. 'Other than you, what other races and tribes are there in the vicinity?" 'My lord, the most powerful race in the vicinity is the Tree People clan located in the Edith Great Forest." 'Alright." Mike's brows stretched out as he once again lifted his wings and stepped into the air. The little turtle on his shoulder, on the other hand, threw down an object at the jackal tribe. Flying through the air, Mike asked him curiously. 'What did you give them?" 'Hahaha, boss, a piece of turtle armor I once faded off!" Turtle scratched his head and laughed. 'What did you give them this for?" 'Boss, this is the first race we've seen when we came to Finoton. It's kind of fate to commemorate it. If I give them the turtle armor, maybe in the future, these guys can evolve a civilization and their own pathway of professionals as well!" 'Back then, the High Savage Mountain Tribe was also a small tribe of two hundred people!" At the foot of the mountain range. An old Jackal Man Shaman was full of joy as he held up the tortoise armor that seemed to be flickering with purple electricity, raised his hand high in the palm of his hand, and cheered loudly. 'Transcendent power!" Later, this tribe of jackals really developed. ...... Edith's Great Forest. In the center of the forest, there was a grove that was half as tall as ordinary trees. Looking from afar, it was as if in the forest, a sudden fault generally appeared in a circle range of mutated trees. They were all oak trees! Huge life qi was like an ocean, permeating this land where oak trees grew. When Mike flew over the long mountain range just now and came here, it was such a feeling. In the center of this circle of woods, a face and a pair of eyes suddenly appeared on the trunk of a gigantic oak tree that was a thousand meters tall and tens of meters thicker than the other trees. He looked towards the sky where Mike was and frowned. 'Man of World Disgust!" At the same time that this kilometer oak tree opened its eyes, Mack also sensed his aura at the same time. It was a powerful demigod, no weaker than the Lord of the Deep Sea, Sea Mother Charybdis, or even stronger! No, it was definitely stronger. Mike recalled a powerful Lord God he had seen in his previous life's material, the Father of Oaks, which appeared to be very similar to the description of the gigantic thousand-meter tree in front of him! His eyes narrowed, the white gold moon in the sky suddenly shone, and a vast and majestic aura rose up, as if it pressed down on this sea of forest! Countless oaks instantly revealed their tree-man faces, trembling under Mike's aura. Glancing at the tree people surrounding his home like a forest, and then at the lone Mike, the pale face on the gigantic kilometer tree's mouth twitched, before taking a deep breath and revealing a kind smile. 'The man who traveled from afar, I am the father of the oak tree, Silivance, welcome to the Great Forest of Edith, I don't know if there is anything I can help you with?" 'Heh heh heh." Mike couldn't help but laugh out loud at his words, causing this Father of Oaks to suddenly darken his pale face. Fortunately, Mike quickly straightened up and laughed. 'I came to look for, more than a thousand years ago, a tribe of trolls that came across the sea." Right now he did not have the certainty to defeat this Father of Oaks in the middle of the forest. 'A troll tribe that came to this continent a thousand years ago?" The Father of Oaks, Silivance, pondered and thought for a while before finally remembering. About a thousand or so hundred years ago, there was indeed a tribe of intelligent races in huge numbers that had traveled through the forest beyond this oak forest. Only. That tribe of intelligent races didn't come close to this oak forest at that time and didn't come to disturb them, and the tree people who were often in the stage of slumber left them alone. But the Father of Oaks possessed the wisdom of a demigod and could instinctively record everything that happened around him. In his impression, that large tribe went through the forest and was heading towards the center of the continent. Although he didn't know what Mike was looking for this tribe for, he didn't intend to stop it and told the truth. 'If Your Excellency trusts me, just keep going in this direction until the middle of the continent and you will find them." Mike nodded at his words, he didn't think the Father of Oaks would lie to him for this, there was no benefit. Standing in mid-air, looking at the forest that was like a vast ocean and this tree people settlement with strong spiritual light, before leaving, Mike suddenly asked. 'Silivance, how many years has it been since you were born?" 'Tens of thousands of years, why?" The Father of Oaks was unsure. 'Nothing, see you later!" Mike smiled and turned around to fly towards the middle of the continent. According to the time projection, tens of thousands of years ago in the ancient era. El Padre de los Robles era una criatura poderosa que apareció en el mundo durante el mismo período que los Titanes y los Dragones Velozes del Continente Ferand.