Around, a little light green light enveloped the surroundings, slowly transforming the earth.

Elder Aida slowly squatted down and stroked the land in front of him. He couldn't help being excited: "This, this is normal land. And it's very fertile!"

Behind him, everyone also stroked the ground under their feet, their faces full of excitement and excitement.

Some people even kissed the earth, tears streaming out.

For the people of this world, a piece of land that has not been polluted intact is something that ancestors and ancestors can inherit from generation to generation, and it is the true foundation of a foothold.

At the side, Artis looked at these excited people and shook his head: "Elder Aida!"

When the other party turned his head, he looked at the other party and said: "Immediately send someone back to pick up the clansmen left behind in the tribe, as well as the food we stored before."

In other words, this time when I went out, I didn't bring all the members of the tribe. That way, the goal was too big, and secondly, it was difficult to settle at night, so most of them stayed in place.

On the opposite side, Eta nodded in response, and then happily led some tribesmen to return down the road.

After he left, Attis looked at some of the remaining people and began to command.

First of all, it is the construction of tents, etc., as a temporary residence.

This task took a whole number of days, and after the return of Aida and others, Artis arranged for a group of people to cultivate the land.

After all, a tribe, even a small tribe with less than a thousand people, its consumption is amazing. Even if Attis was prepared, it was impossible to sit back and eat.

However, in this regard, Ai Ta and others looked worried. Because by now, the normal farming season in this world has passed. If you follow the usual experience, even if you plant it, it will be just a waste of seeds in the end.

And even if it germinates, it will take at least four months to harvest, which is far from enough for emergency.

But for this, Attis just smiled.

For the God of Nature, even if it does not carry much power at this time, but with the natural ancient trees, solving these is still not a problem.

At night, the sky gradually came to an end.

Attis came to the old natural tree, looked at the camp in the distance, and smiled slightly.

In his vision, a little bit of faith in the distance gradually condensed, converging on the old natural trees and turning into pure divine power.

And as the divine power gradually condensed, around the natural tree, a pure natural divine realm began to gradually spread, continuously transforming the surrounding barren land and slowly turning it into a normal land that can be cultivated.

"It has begun to grow." After a while, Artis felt a little bit of vitality under the ancient tree and couldn't help sighing.

In his feelings, the seeds sown a few days ago had begun to fluctuate in life, and there was no failure to grow because of the wrong season.

This is the influence of natural old trees.

Around the ancient trees, there is a strong vitality. These seeds are affected by this. Under the control of Attis, not only will they sprout, but they will also grow better than other places.

"However, this can only be done under natural old trees." He shook his head and thought.

With the mind, a little bit of divine power began to emerge, with colorful colors, like drops of crystal.

The next moment, a drop of divine power spread forward, and a colorful rain began to pour on the earth gradually.

Affected by this, the breath of life in the earth below began to grow stronger.

"Fortunately, during this period of time, the tribesmen of the entire tribe have finally condensed some supernatural powers to worship the natural ancient trees day by day, so that they will not be helpless."

"Although because of this, almost all the divine power gathered during this period of time has to be used out, but when this batch is mature, there is no need to continue to do so."

This thought flashed in Attis's heart, and then the divine power in his body shook gently, gradually covering the earth.

In this way, after January, everyone looked at the crops growing sturdily under the old tree in surprise, dumbfounded.

"This, it's growing very well."

"I'm afraid we will be able to harvest in a few days, and the yield should not be low."

Everyone looked in front of them, feeling a little dizzy.

···

On the other side, the original oasis area, at this time a great purge is taking place.

Because the sacrifices obtained after the massacre were taken away by Attis, in order to make up for the loss this time, a large number of demons headed south overnight. The tribes will be slaughtered before many tribes react.

However, over time, some surviving tribes gradually discovered something wrong.

But even so, these tribes still did not choose to migrate.

The inability to leave the homeland is one of the reasons, but more importantly, it is because of loss and fear.

After all, although this world is big, most of the area is full of monsters, and some of them are simply real deserts, and they don't know where to move.

Therefore, in this case, a large number of tribes were slaughtered by the demons, and the blood stained an oasis.

And the destruction of this oasis also symbolized that the Demon Lord from the north began to shift his sights to the south, eager to obtain a large amount of untapped flesh and blood here.

In this situation, finally in the second month, the demon continued to go south, and a large number of tribes were slaughtered. For a while, it was unknown how many people fled, hiding in the displaced.

On the side of Attis, there were not many people caring. After all, even a demon can understand that there can never be life in the deadly desert, so there is no one to probe deeply.

After three months.

On a spacious platform, a sturdy clansman was waving sweat in front.

Behind them, Artis watched the front in silence.

There, a very young boy was running. Although he seemed to be sweating profusely, his face was always determined, with a stubborn stubbornness and reluctance to stop.

Behind him, his sister Cathy stood aside panting, her body was also wet with sweat and her breath was messy.

Seeing this, Artis shook his head: "Also as a bloodline awakened dragonborn, even the sister's body is much stronger, but the performance in training is far inferior to that of the younger brother."

"Sure enough, he is the son of destiny born as he was ordered? Since childhood, he has been strong and different."

He thought in his heart, with deep eyes looking at Allen who was still running ahead.

At this time, Alan's speed was already very slow, even with the physical fitness of the dragonborn, at this time, it had already reached its limit.

But Artis knew that if he didn't call to stop, he would probably keep running until his body was dizzy.

"Allen, stop." He spoke lightly.

Earlier, when he heard the words of Attis, Allen slowly ran to Attis and stopped, gasping for breath, as if he was overdrawn.