On the outskirts of Fabro, the Rhone River is rushing. A tributary of the Rhone River, however, does not rush or rush, but flows slowly.
Beside the bank of a bend in the river, there is a dense grove. A man sat between the grove and the riverbank.
This man has been sitting here for a long time, so long that there is dust and a few fallen leaves on his hair.
Wuqial, the former elder of the Elk Tribe who lost his tribe, sat on the shore with his eyelids drooping, staring at the river in front of him.
His only two remaining tribesmen lived on a farm on the outskirts of Fabro, and he came to this shore to look for opportunities.
Alma secretly left the farm and stood very far away. The grove blocked Wuqial's figure. She could only look at the river from afar. She hoped that Wuqial could successfully find an opportunity to communicate with nature.
For druids, Fabro is so barren. Those powerful druid tribes all live in dense primeval forests or tropical rainforests. The druids there don't need to worry about their livelihoods. The rubber industry alone is enough for the druids in the primeval forest to live a rich life.
More importantly, the natural energy in the primeval forest is very huge, which can allow druids to grow rapidly. The forests in Fabro City are very small, surrounded by hills, too close to the wilderness, and the werewolves are too strong. Therefore, the druid tribes here are weak.
Alma's face is full of lingering worries. In Alma's memory, there has been no level 3 druid in Fabro City for decades, and it is unknown whether Wuqial can become the first level 2 druid to break through.
Wuqial sat cross-legged on the wet grass on the shore, feeling the temperature of the soil. The river brought moist air into Wuqial's nose.
His heartbeat was getting slower and slower, just like the branches and leaves of the treetops blown by the wind, slowly rhythmic.
The promotion of druids requires enlightenment in the communication with nature.
The druids of those large tribes have the help of the primeval forest. In that forest, the trees of dozens or even hundreds of meters high cover the sky, the wide river rushes endlessly, and the natural atmosphere is very strong, so it is relatively easy to be promoted.
But Wuqial has nothing. He has no lush forest, he has no tribe, only the small river in front of him and the sparse woods behind him.
The promotion of druids is the most irregular. Some druids can blend into the forest wherever they stand, and their promotion speed is very fast. Some druids sit in meditation once a week, but they sweat profusely every time and can't calm down at all.
Wuqial lost his tribe. When burying his people, he picked up handfuls of soil with his hands. At a certain moment, his hands holding the soil froze in mid-air. He suddenly felt that he could be promoted. Wuqial no longer felt that the soil was only smelly, but soft and sweet.
The breeze and the small river around him brought him the breath not far away.
The conditions were very simple, but in the myth of the goddess of nature, the communication with the goddess of nature may be the moment when you see the leaves slowly falling, or the moment when you hear the spring breeze blowing on the grass.
Wuqial closed his eyes, completely shutting off his vision, and began to perceive the surrounding plants and trees. He seemed to have turned into a stone by the river, and even his body temperature was slowly dropping.
The fish slowly swung its tail at the river bank, but because it was against the current, it seemed to stop in front of Wuqial.
The pine tree jumped down from the tree, chewing unknown nuts while curiously looking at the stone by the river.
The bird slowly fell and landed on Wuqial's shoulder.
Until the sunset, Wuqial was stained with orange-red light.
The communication with the sun was very smooth, and Wuqial was flowing with warm natural power. The communication with the night came immediately, and Wuqial's body temperature dropped further, and he was completely integrated into nature.
In the dark night, the bird lay down on Wuqial's shoulder and fell asleep. The pine tree lay on Wuqial's legs and fell asleep.
The nocturnal animals became active.
The owl stood on Wuqial's head, turning its neck around, looking for insects and mice.
No animal thought Wuqial was a human being, but completely regarded him as a stone or even a mud block raised by the river. It was just that this stone had an inexplicable attraction, which made the animals unconsciously fall around him. A bat flew out of the tree hole and circled in the woods. It also discovered this special stone.
The bat emitted unknown sound waves and communicated with its kind in the distance. The Revno family will not turn all bats into castle bats. These bats living in nature sometimes convey valuable information to the Revno family.
After a day and a night, Wuqial welcomed the dawn by the river, and a little bit of fish belly white lit up in the sky. Wisps of natural power entered Wuqial's body, not much, but enough for Wuqial to complete his promotion.
If there are no accidents, Wuqial's communication with nature this day and night is very smooth, and when the morning light falls, he will also complete his promotion.
Just when Wuqial was most relaxed and calm, he suddenly felt the restlessness of the wind.
For some reason, he didn't hear the sound of the wind, but he felt something sharp behind him tearing the air.
When he turned his head slightly, he saw a cold light! That was the iron bat wing! The iron bat wing of the blood clan!
The morning light on the horizon had not yet appeared, and Wuqial didn't know what to do at this time.
If he dodged, he would lose the last step in his promotion and it would end completely. He didn't know when they would have a telepathic moment again.
If he didn't dodge, the Iron Bat Wing would cut into his abdomen and seriously injure him. The Iron Bat Wing's attack was very vicious, and it was not intended to kill Wuqial, but seemed to only want to seriously injure him.
Even if he dragged it until the last morning light, this level 3 vampire could kill him at the last moment when he became a level 3 druid, risking being burned.
Perhaps the purpose of this vampire was to kill him after Wuqial became a level 3 druid.
Just when Wuqial's face was full of despair, a cane shot out and stabbed in front of Wuqial.
The tip of the cane was so sharp that it nailed the Iron Bat Wing to the ground. The Iron Bat Wing could no longer move forward and could no longer attack Wuqial.
The other bat wing of the level 3 vampire rushed forward frantically, trying to seriously injure Wuqial again.
However, he was greeted by a sound similar to metal collision.
Vanya suddenly appeared beside Wuchar, and used his Iron Bat Wings to block the next attack of the Level 3 vampire.
The face of the Level 3 vampire suddenly turned purple and black. The toxin was so powerful that it directly poisoned the vampire.
In order to respond to the call of the family, the vampire woke up in a hurry halfway through his promotion. He only had the Iron Bat Wing, a Level 3 ability. At this moment, he suddenly remembered that the family had told him to be careful of the combination of the Scorpio Wizard, the Vampire Traitor, and the Mutated White Wolf.
The Vampire Traitor was the one who used the Iron Bat Wings to block him, so the toxin was obviously from the Scorpio Wizard.
The cane was actually quenched with poison, and the toxin spread rapidly, making the vampire's eyeballs appear strangely purple.
Vanya pulled out his cane, grabbed the vampire, and left here quickly, not wanting to disturb Wuchar's promotion.
Wuchar knew the second vampire who appeared. This was Rudolph's friend, who had protected the town of Leman with Rudolph.
The first ray of morning light lit up from a distance, illuminating Wuchar's eyes.
After learning that he was protected, Wuqial put aside all distractions and enjoyed his morning.
Half an hour later, Wuqial came to the grove and saw Rudolph:
"Thank you, Rudolph."