12dz Chapter 276: Seeds of the World Tree
Chapter 276: Seeds of the World Tree
"I do know how to dispel the white fog," Fister said calmly.
Miss sat upright like a primary school student in class, listening carefully to every word the old man in front of him said.
The secret that has puzzled him for two years is finally revealed.
"I think you have already discovered when you came here that the white mist cannot get close to the giant tree where we are."
Mis nodded. He had indeed discovered this a long time ago.
“The giant tree is called the World Tree. It is the embodiment of the power of the world and a sacred tree that transcends everything.
And that white mist was nothing more than the full power of an ancient dragon, which was completely on a different level from the power of the world.
Therefore, the white mist cannot get close to the World Tree at all."
Sylph was puzzled, "Ancient Dragon God?"
The old man nodded, "Yes, Red also called that ancient dragon that."
"Mr. Fist, you are not going to say that by mastering the power of the world, you can dispel the white fog?" Sylph raised her question again.
"Probably not." Mis answered the question for Fist.
He has already mastered the power of the world.
Unfortunately, it is impossible to dispel all the white fog over a long distance.
What's more, it is impossible for Reid to master the original power of the World Tree.
When one truly gains the recognition of the World Tree, a wreath will appear, but there is no wreath on Red.
"Mr. Mis is right. Mastering the power of the world is equivalent to becoming a god. How can you master it just by saying so? That liar Red can't do it."
Observing Fister's expression when he spoke, Miss guessed that he certainly didn't know that he had mastered the so-called power of the world.
"Mr. Fister, how can we dispel the white fog?"
Fister's expression was solemn, "If you want to dispel the white fog, you must rely on the power of the World Tree.
Imagine if you could plant a lot of World Trees on your way back, would the white fog still affect you?"
Miss: Hmm? Isn't this the solution we thought of at the beginning?
"Mr. Fister, this is a bit unrealistic, isn't it? How is it possible to plant a world full of trees?"
Miss didn't believe it at all, not to mention whether Red could grow the World Tree.
If Red really used this method to leave, then why did they only encounter this one World Tree when they came in?
Besides, can a bug-level thing like the World Tree be grown just by planting it?
If one day, the world is full of world trees, then as the owner of the wreath, wouldn’t he be invincible?
Mis will definitely be the first to bear the brunt and plant trees vigorously, striving to become the tree planting king.
Fister seemed to have guessed what Miss was thinking, "Of course, this method only assumes the most ideal state.
I say this just to make it easier for you to understand the power of the world.
The real solution is not to plant trees.”
Fister paused and said in a deep voice, "You only need to scatter the seeds of the World Tree into the white mist. The world power contained in the seeds will be enough to reduce the concentration of the white mist and ensure that you will not be corroded by the white mist."
His words shocked Mis.
It was the first time that Miss heard that the World Tree had seeds.
Can you really be a tree-planting king?
"The seeds of the World Tree will absorb the cold air in the white mist. The pure power of the world will counteract the cold air and thus disperse the white mist."
"Mr. Fist, do you mean that there are these seeds in the world tree we are in?" asked Miss.
Fister nodded. "There were a lot of them before, but when Red left, he took all the seeds away without telling me."
When he said these words, his tone was full of contempt for Red.
"He only needed about ten seeds, but he greedily stole all of them."
Sylph suddenly realized, "So when we first asked you about how to dispel the white fog, you mentioned Red. Did you mistakenly think that we were related to Red?"
Fister nodded again, “Yes, I suspect you were sent by Red, and you want more seeds. After all, the temptation of the world power is too great.
So I pretended not to know the inside story in the past two years, but in fact it was just a test for you and your wife.
You have stood the test of time, and I am convinced that you are not in the same group as Red, and you will never do something as shameless as Red."
“So that’s how it is…”
At this time, Miss interrupted the two, "Wait, Mr. Fister, if Red took away all the seeds, then even if we know the method, it will be useless."
Fister waved his hand. "In fact, in addition to the seeds that Red took away, there are more of them somewhere here, but..."
"Just what?"
Fister sighed, "It's just that someone sealed it a long time ago, and Red doesn't have the ability to take out those seeds."
Miss's thoughts were instantly locked on a cave deep within the World Tree.
The cave was emitting a faint power of the World Tree's origin. If you didn't look carefully, you couldn't tell that it was a seal.
After all, the thing that the World Tree lacks the least is the original power of the World Tree.
It seems that Feist did not lie.
But Miss still felt it was a little strange.
If it is true as Fister said, the seeds can absorb the cold air in the white mist and use it to offset the force.
Could it be that the world power contained in the seed of the world tree is of a higher level than the original power in his own body?
Miss's defensive magic is all constructed using this so-called world power.
There are also wreath items and auxiliary magic to provide amplification.
Logically speaking, it is more powerful than the power contained in a tiny seed.
But in fact, his magic could not resist the erosion of the cold.
"Is this seed really that powerful?"
After much thought, there are still some unreasonable aspects.
But it is impossible to draw conclusions based on imagination, so Miss can only try his best to save the situation.
Now that we have a method, let’s try it first.
"Mr. Fister, do you know where those seeds are stored?"
“Of course, I came here today to tell you this and help you dispel the white fog and return to your hometown.
After being away from home for two years, you must be homesick.
You and your wife have been very kind to me over the past two years, and I am very happy to meet you."
As he spoke, Fister's mood became a little depressed, and his tone was full of reluctance.
“I’m very grateful, Miss. Your presence has added so much color to my boring life.
Sylph, although you have a stubborn temper, you don't mind my age and are willing to play chess with me.
To be honest, I once thought about keeping this matter a secret and letting you and your wife spend the rest of my life with me.
But that would be too selfish, and I, an old man, would die with regret."
Sylph was moved by the old man's words and felt a little sad. "Mr. Fister, you can leave here with us."
Fister smiled and waved his hands. "I said I would leave with you, but that was all a lie. I'm too old. I look healthy, but I don't have many days left to live. I won't bother with that anymore."
Just as Sylph was about to try to persuade him further, she was interrupted by Fister's words.
"Okay, let's not talk about this anymore. I'd better take you to where the seeds are stored."