"What kind of weird guy will I meet?" Zhao Mai asked curiously. Since Wadsworth said the word "ontology", then those walking outside should be "segment", or clones are more suitable. In Zhao Mai's knowledge system, there are a lot of clones, or those who are proficient in this technology, and there are more bad people. It seems that good people are single against evil, and they die if they die. However, one bad person comes out after one dies, and some are too lazy to say "I will come back."

The random thoughts in his mind did not affect Zhao Mai's actions. He followed the strong Wadsworth and walked all the way to the depths of the mangroves. At this time, the sky was already dark, and it was time to have a meal and rest, but the natural force around him was still strong. Zhao Mai was not hungry or sleepy. An arc of new moon rose from the horizon, and the cold and sharp moonlight was like a blade, slashing a gap on the black curtain. Accompanied by the moonlight, gray-white mist rose from the swamp, covering the black ground hazy, and there were also the lower Ye Cigu. Only reeds could poke their heads out of the fog and sway gently with the breeze.

In the distance, a crow flew by, and the rattled sound made the night even colder. It flew over the fog, and the rolling white mist entangled its wings, like pale tentacles. Zhao Mai fought a cold war and suddenly remembered many scenes of horror movies. The skulls stood up from the fog, and the skulls carried orange-red light, forming an army of undead. Where the footsteps of the dead stepped on, extinction swept everything.

"What are you thinking?" Wadsworth said suddenly: "Your natural force is a little unstable. Is it caused by fatigue?"

"Uh, I'm just thinking about it, there's no problem." Zhao Mai smiled awkwardly.

The thick fog of the swamp stopped when it reached the border of the mangroves, as if they knew whose territory it was. The crows flew past the thick fog and entered the mangrove area, stopped on the branches to rest, and sorted out their feathers. After a while, a group of crows flew over and stopped beside the crows before. They no longer clamored, quietly, and looked around with pairs of red eyes.

"They won't hurt my friends, right?" Zhao Mai asked with some concern.

"They won't hurt anyone, especially your friends. They are my eyes and ears, bringing me news in the swamp. What bad things are goblins doing? Where are dangerous traps appearing? Are there adventurers entering this dangerous land again?" Wadsworth knocked the thickest tree with his staff, and its roots moved away, revealing the sloping hole below. "I'm inside, you go in."

Only by squatting down can Zhao Mai enter the hole. This is a warm and comfortable hole, without any dirty smell, and there are no small insects drilling around. Although there is no furniture here, the twisting tree roots can be used as tables, chairs or even beds. On the top of the head and beside the body, the fluorescent moss barely provides lighting, allowing Zhao Mai to see the road under his feet and the direction he is going to move forward.

"We have to go a little further, young druid," Wadsworth's voice came from the front, no different from his clone, except that the sound was very light, swaying like the whisper in the wind. Zhao Mai took a few steps and finally reached a round cave, which should be directly under a large tree. The roots came to the top of the head and bypassed the four sides, leaving space to hold on to the soil, forming a solid wall here. This is no longer a wilderness style, but a warm and comfortable home. Several carpets with completely inconsistent styles were laid across the room, patched quilts and pillows were placed in the corner, and a kettle was hissing and steaming, but there was no flame burning below.

If Wadsworth did not deliberately deceive, then the halfling in front of him should be his body - or to be precise, the first halfling. This race can only reach the waist of an adult, the eternal baby face, and the eternal child's skin. Except for the large amount of work that will make them look slightly mature, they will always look like a child.

Everyone likes halflings because everyone likes to eat. Of course, it is not halflings, it is too evil. Halflings are good gardeners, good chefs, winemaking masters and cigarette masters. Although this sentence is a bit too absolute and even a little prejudiced, it can fully reflect the reason for the popularity of this race.

However, the half-length person Zhao Mai saw was old and weak, and his skin was covered with a layer of hard bark, which would make tooth-sourcing friction sounds when moved. The druid had a spell called "Skin Tree Technique", which could add an extra layer of bark armor to people. However, that spell would never affect people's actions, nor would it bring such a terrifying appearance.

"Hello, let me introduce it formally. I am Wadsworth, a half-ling druid." He spoke in a very light voice, and only by concentrating and meditation could he hear it. Then he stretched out his hand, and a tree root hanged from the ceiling and stopped in front of Zhao Mai. Five forks were spread out at the top of the tree root, like a palm.

Zhao Mai thought about it, bypassed the tree roots, and shook hands with the halfling. Like the Wadsworth clone before, the halfling in front of him also had no natural force induction. So how did he manipulate these trees? How did he survive?

"I'm glad to see the Druid again, a vibrant and active apprentice." Wadsworth sighed: "It's been a long time since I can only meet goblins, beasts, and greedy or brave adventurers. I don't trust them, just as they don't trust the Force of Nature. You're a person who is willing to learn, and just starts, and it's the best time."

"What is the best time to do?" Zhao Mai asked.

"When the tree is strongest, it is not the lush branches and leaves, but the seeds break out of the ground. It is the time when life conquers death, and it is the time when it first connects itself with the Force. At that time, I made a great wish, hoping to live with heaven and earth, and shine with the sun and the moon. I hope to become a new god in charge of the power of nature, protecting generations of druids to continue to grow."

"Uh, what a big wish." Zhao Mai scratched his head: "It's obvious that you failed, right?"

"Yes. It is impossible for gods to be trapped in a tree hole, and of course it is even more impossible for gods to lose their progress and imprison themselves." Wadsworth smiled, and the bark fell off his face, revealing... a new bark. He said in a hoarse voice: "My failure lies in being too proud. Before I gained the power of God, I already had God's shortcomings. How could I succeed? I have been to the Infinite Walker Community. At that time, I could still move with my legs and check with my eyes. I saw the understanding tree, and the wisdom of countless predecessors warned me that I would fail, and then I persuaded me."

"'You are just the thoughts of the druids, the wisdom of the druids, not the force of the natural force!' That's how I answered them at that time. After that, I came here quietly and tried to create a new tree of enlightenment with my own strength. But this time, I will record the ideas of the force of nature and learn the wisdom of the way of nature from it. Flowers, plants, fish, insects, wind, rain, snow and fog can leave an understanding here."

"So I was trapped here, and even my own natural force was assimilated by the mangroves. Once I left, I would lose all my life and would only turn into soil and dust." Wadsworth smiled bitterly: "I wanted to be a god, but I became a tree demon. I only have one wish in my life, that is, see the tree again, tell it my mistakes, and alert future generations."

Shuhua half-hearted man tilted his body, turned his head and looked at the flower pot behind Zhao Mai: "Did you hear it, little understanding tree?"
Chapter completed!