Chapter 81

His actions startled others, and a man ran over from a distance, shouting, "What are you doing? Don't dig up the tree."

"Ah? Dig up the tree? No, no, no, I want to protect it. I'm building a mound of earth around it, or the Resting Wind will kill it," Luthur explained.

"Oh, no need to protect it. The Resting Wind won't kill it. It grew up under the Resting Wind, and there are many more trees over there," the man said.

Following the direction the man pointed, Luthur ran over and found that at regular intervals, there were saplings. Some were robust, while others were crooked, but none of them looked like they had been blown by the Resting Wind. Could it be that Lisa was right, and Lord Ang really tamed the Resting Wind?

After running for a while, Luthur finally saw what he could understand. Several saplings were surrounded by stone walls built with stones.

"There is still the Resting Wind, otherwise why would they be surrounded? The arrangement of each sapling is different. Could they be conducting experiments? Like the control group Lord Ang mentioned?" Luthur muttered.

All his doubts vanished when he saw a row of tree walls come to an abrupt stop. In the distance, a green wall appeared on the horizon. Running closer, he saw a row of trees about a person's height, with one tree every five to six meters. They were much more robust than the ones he had seen on his way, and they grew in a peculiar way.

Normal trees grow tall, but these saplings had been pruned at the top and grew horizontally. The branches were robust, and the leaves were lush, covering the gaps between the trees, making them look like a wall from a distance.

This growth pattern didn't look like a tree but more like a shrub, yet the leaves were exceptionally lush. It was truly bizarre.

Many people were active near the tree wall, and one yellow figure flying around was particularly noticeable.

"Lord Negril!" Luthur, like he had seen a relative, flew over with a belly full of questions.

"Hey, it's Luthur. What are you doing here? Good, come on, one, two, three, lift." After greeting Luthur, Negril shouted to the others, and everyone worked together to lift a tree between two others and transplant it about seven to eight meters away to form a second row of tree walls.

Luthur hurried over to help, asking while lifting, "Lord Negril, why are we moving these trees? Aren't the tree walls supposed to block the wind? Won't moving them make them less effective?"

"We are researching the most reasonable wind-blocking arrangement. These trees not only block the wind but also neutralize the destructive power of the Resting Wind. The wind that passes through the gaps becomes a cool breeze," Negril said with a tone of disdain.

They really can block the Resting Wind! Luthur was shocked. His guess was confirmed. What kind of tree is this? This is a divine tree, isn't it?

"Why not a divine tree? Germination requires one environment, growth requires another. Planting them too densely or too sparsely won't work. Planting only them won't work either. Watering and fertilizing are useless. The nearby crops must grow robustly. It's incredibly troublesome, and I'm about to go crazy. If it weren't for its ability to survive the Resting Wind and block the wind, I would have dug it up long ago."

Lightning poked his head out from behind a tree: "Go ahead, dig it up, dig it up, dig it up~~~."

"Hey, it's Lightning. Hello! Wow, your horn has grown so much?" Excitedly, Luthur felt affectionate towards everyone and lunged to hug Lightning, but Lightning sidestepped and avoided him.

"Nice dodge!" Luthur's competitive spirit flared up, and his body surged with energy, increasing his speed as he darted over.

Last time, because Leonard was riding him, Luthur didn't focus entirely on him. This time, in a one-on-one, it didn't take long for Luthur to grab the half-grown horn, which was about a palm high, and drag him back.

"Hey, let go, let go, or I'll shock you," Lightning struggled but didn't dare to use too much force.

Negril laughed heartily: "Good, good catch, Luthur. Hold him, I'll go get a saw to cut off his horn. I finally understand why his horn broke. I'm going to cut it off now."

Negril excitedly flew off to get the saw, but by the time he returned with it, Lightning was gone, and Luthur had a bag of beets on his waist.

Negril scolded Luthur angrily, then used his short hands to saw off some excess branches from the saplings.

"Lord Negril, please don't be angry. I'll catch him again. Don't saw the trees, or they might die. By the way, you haven't told me what kind of divine tree this is, that it can withstand the Resting Wind?" Luthur, thinking he had angered the bronze dragon, quickly tried to comfort him.

"Sawing a tornado, I'm just pruning it. You said it, catch him again. Pruning the branches will make it grow more neatly and faster. And without seeds, Ang said to try cutting branches to see if they can be propagated. Ha, if it works, the elves will go crazy," Negril laughed heartily.

"Elves? Why would the elves go crazy?" Luthur asked, puzzled.

"These are World Trees. The elves can't even germinate the seeds, let alone propagate them. However, they grow slowly at first and are very difficult to grow later. And out of all the trees planted, not a single one has consciousness. Without consciousness, they can't be called World Trees," Negril lamented.

"Elves? Hmm? I seem to have heard about the elves recently, but why would they go crazy? Are these the legendary World Trees? Do the World Trees belong to the elves? Is it bad to grow them?" Luthur asked, puzzled.

Negril was moved. Why did he always think the elves would go crazy? Wouldn't growing the World Trees be a good thing? The elves should be happy to know.

Negril thought for a moment. It might be because of the elves' arrogance and reverence for the World Trees when he was a guest among them. Those elves even looked disdainful when others approached the World Trees, let alone if someone else grew them.

Thinking about this, Negril's mischievous side emerged, and he asked quietly, "What do you think if we sell the World Tree saplings to the elves?"

Luthur didn't care about such things. He didn't share Negril's mischievous interests. He just wanted to find Lord Ang: "Where is the Lord?"

"Planting vegetables, where else? He's been using the Quick Death Aura too much lately, and it has drained him. Now he's planting vegetables the normal way."

At the terraced fields of the Great Rift, an angelic skeleton was flying slowly, holding Ang's shoulder blade. Ang spread his arms to the sides, continuously casting Rain, and water droplets poured from his palms like a shower.

Luthur's face twisted: "This method is really 'normal.' Is the Lord casting two spells at the same time with both hands?"

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