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Now Volgin understood what Beta meant. She just lacks knowledge and is not stupid. And the more gods people believe in, the smarter they become. The power of faith received by the gods comes from the believers, and what the believers will know, they will understand.

This is also the reason why many evil gods with few believers often make mistakes and be hammered by human courageous men, and they can't be the climate.

Not to mention the small number of people, although most of the believers of evil gods are extremely extreme, some are vicious and some are spicy, but in essence they are mentally and academically 'psychiatric patients'. Force, naturally, will also affect their gods.

If all believers are not knowledgeable, then the gods are not. Beta is an exception. On the surface he is the Pope of the Fortune Gods, but he does not believe in Woking.

He and Woking are good friends, not gods and believers.

Therefore, what he understands, Woking may not understand.

Once Beta's low-threshold magic was made, and most believers would, the effect would be too great.

As long as believers use this spell once a day, they will ‘pray’ once or twice in disguise, which will increase the amount of faith. At the same time, I will be grateful to Woking, and slowly change to the direction of positive believers.

In addition, non-believers, or unbelievers, see that everyone in God of Wealth uses a divine skill. Even if the effect is weak, they will be interested. This is also a good missionary technique.

"Well, I've been focusing on this recently." Woking's expression changed slightly. "Be careful yourself."

Then Beta's soul returned to the real world.

The druids stayed in the welcoming hotel. On the first day, they were very energetic. Under the leadership of Emilia, they strolled the streets for a day, and they did n’t know how much they were new to them. Stuff.

Then the next day, just south of the wetland, he was ready to build his own grove.

They planted the branches of the world tree first.

The shimmering branch grows into the ground, and in a short time it will become a giant purple tree with a crown of more than 50 meters.

Then the temperature in this area obviously became warmer.

Beta was standing by, watching the change, marveling.

In the more distant city of Okinawa, many people noticed the changes and seemed a little turbulent.

Coco Yala stood next to Beta and said, "This is a branch of the mother tree. You can rest assured that it will not have any bad effects. It will help our elves to transform the environment near one side."

"I know." Beta nodded.

"You know?" Coco Yala looked at Beta thoughtfully. "It seems you know a lot about our elves."

Beta chuckled. of course I know!

In the game, players plan to sneak into the Elf Clan, and when dealing with the Elf Goddess, that is, the Forest Goddess, try to collect the Elf Clan information and put it on the forum for other players to read.

Although Beta did not participate in the battle of the God of Slaughter, the information also took time to read.

The branches of the world tree can survive anywhere, as long as there is soil, whether it is a snow mountain or a desert. But at best, it appears as an unconscious, somewhat special magic plant, such as a constant temperature, for example, a certain defense enchantment.

But the effect is average. If every branch can become a world tree, then the elves have long dominated the world.

In addition, the branches of the World Tree will hardly fall, and it is only possible if the World Tree actively offered it. The most important thing is that every broken twig is a 'harm' to the World Tree.

Under normal circumstances, the elven clan will not let the mother tree break branches, except in very special cases.

After the big tree has grown, twenty elves dance around the world tree.

The dance is unrestrained and enthusiastic, completely different from the quiet and indifferent style of the elves, full of fanaticism and primitive desire.

Even with Beta's fixation, when seeing the elves druids twisting around with their bare white waists, they couldn't help a little heat.

"The sacrificial dance of the troll tribe is indeed the same tribe."

Beta murmured. This dance once again hammered the relationship between the elven and trolls. But under normal circumstances, only players with big brains will link the Elven and Troll races.

Coco Yarra heard Beta's voice and turned his head sharply.

As the first generation of elves, she naturally knew the relationship between the trolls and the elves.

This was a secret. Only two people in the elves knew the ins and outs of this matter, and the trolls had long forgotten their true identity.

Moreover, at that time, human beings did not even produce words, how did this young man know.

Cocoara was watching Beta, but Beta didn't care about her. His attention was attracted by the druids.

It's not that these druid dances kept him from opening his eyes, but that the magic of their dance resonated with the giant trees formed by the branches of the world.

This sympathetic beta could feel it, and another form of magic appeared in his eyes.

The magic of life.

The original so-called natural magic is such a thing.

For a long time, Beta was unable to learn natural magic. Even in the game, Roland, the most powerful magician in the game, can't learn natural magic.

All humans cannot learn natural magic, and people think that natural magic is the gift of the elven goddess to the elven tribe.

But now, Beta is faintly touching the side of natural magic.

The magic emanating from the tree branches of the world began to infiltrate the surrounding soil.

The temperature here is getting higher and higher, the snow and ice on the ground begin to melt, and green grass buds emerge from the ground.

In Beta's sense, it is obvious that a very unique spiritual force permeates from the tree shrews of the world tree. After those druid dances and spiritual resonance, they are combined into a green natural element. .

That's what happened!

Beta suddenly realized. No wonder that anthropology does not have natural magic. It turns out that humans have never experienced the inherent fluctuations of natural elements at all.

The elves originally fell from the tree of the world, and they naturally knew what the natural elements were all about.

The essence of natural magic is actually a fragment of spiritual power emanating from the world tree. After the resonance and catalysis of the elves, it became a natural element and natural magic.

After thinking about this, Beta felt dry. After seeing the natural elements, he can feel that in the surrounding air, in addition to light and darkness, and elemental magic,

In essence, the World Tree forms a network of wizards dominated by elves. It stands to reason that only gods can do such things, such as the magic goddess Mishra.

Today's magician is different from ancient times. Ancient magicians are several times more difficult to cast than they are now. The appearance of the magic net makes the magician's casting difficulty much lower, so even if the magic goddess does not spread belief, as long as there are magicians in this world, she can lie down to harvest the power of faith.

The World Tree now also has a magic system similar to the magic net. Although only elves can use it, other races can hardly use natural magic. Isn't this the power of the gods?

World tree, is it really just a demigod?

She has lived so long, and even has something similar to the magic net, why hasn't she been upgraded to God.

What is the relationship between the Elf Goddess and her, and why the Elf Goddess can also use natural magic.

Beta has seen the World Tree, and she can see that she is a legendary creature, at most it is a demi-god, not a divine creature like Shirley.

In other words, she cannot be a clone of the Elf Goddess.

But the elven goddess is still using the legendary creature's "spell web", which is very intriguing.

Miscellaneous thoughts flashed in his mind, and finally he gave up speculation. There is too little information now, and thinking too much will only make you fall into a misunderstanding.

He continued to focus on the twenty Druids who were dancing, watching them seriously, noting the frequency of their soul waves as they assimilated the world tree's spiritual power fragments.

This serious move was noticed by the nearby Coco Yarra. She was a little weird. Beta wasn't the kind of impatient person, why was she so interested in these twenty druids.

Does he like this wild dance, like the contrast between the purity and the wildness of the elves?

The druids were still dancing, a large piece of grass was formed, and then small trees slowly budded in the ground.

The surrounding trees grew, and Beta watched them stretch their trunks into the sky at a speed that was visible to the naked eye, opened their canopies, and stretched out young branches and green leaves.

This is totally an incredible sight.

It took only about an hour, and a huge forest formed.

The druids also stopped dancing. They leaned against the giant purple tree, panting and recovering their strength.

Beta was motionless, looking at the shade of the sky above her head as if she had been scared.

Coco Yarra said with a smug smile, "How about, our Druids have a little skill."

This remark seemed to startle Beta ~ lightnovelpub.net ~ he was awake from the trance. Then he reached over and turned over, and a small green energy group appeared in the palm of his hand.

Seeing this green energy, Coco Yala suddenly froze, showing an unbelievable expression.

Beta threw the energy to the ground and landed on a small grass. And this grass quickly absorbed the green energy. Then it grew up against the wind. Within a minute, it grew from about ten centimeters to half a meter in height, and even a gorgeous blue flower bloomed.

"Our natural energy, how can you ..."

Beta stared at the giant purple tree in the distance and did not speak.

Coco Yarra's eyes narrowed: "You can see how to transform just by looking at the energy fluctuations of the mother's branches?"

A touch of murderousness flashed from her.

Beta retreated five meters subconsciously, staring coldly at her.

"Sorry, I'm sick." Coco Yarra closed her eyes gently.