96: 40 Acts: The Sumr War 96: 40 Acts: The Sumr War After the dust settled, Ben saw the card lying on the ground, around the size of his palm, at first glance.
He picked it up; the front depicted a tree in a colorful, painted style, tall and magnificent, with mysterious veins extending from the trunk to the crown.
In the upper left corner of the card was a VII, but it lacked the elental attribute crystal mark.
He was montarily puzzled but knew how to handle such things now, so he imdiately opened the attribute data and scanned it.
The description on the card changed:
Holy Tree Secret Land
(Elf Forbidden Land VII)
[Basic Land—Forest]
Produces 1 water elent per week into the Elent Pool.
Tap: Construct forest terrain.
‘My soul returns, returns to my hotown.’
“Is this deck called Elf Forbidden Land?” Ben was taken aback.
The card’s description didn’t specify the conditions for its activation.
Could it be that as long as it entered his deck, it would naturally produce one water elent per week?
But what would he do without an Elent Pool?
And tapping the card to construct forest terrain was also subject to debate.
Naturally, he wouldn’t experint with it here.
Although the Golden Magic Tree had fallen and its demon servants would disperse like birds and animals, quickly withering due to the loss of magic supply, perhaps a Magic Tree-man might re-root in another part of the forest and continue the ecosystem, but that was none of Ben’s concern.
What worried Ben was that the Stone Cone Worm below, after absorbing all the scattered earth elent and magic, might co looking for trouble with the three of them.
Elental creatures never got enough to eat.
He put the card away and rembered the previous magical resonance.
There must be another card belonging to the Knight Deck here.
Unfortunately, magical resonance was natural and couldn’t be triggered repeatedly.
Otherwise, he could use this thod to search.
anwhile, Ben asked Frey and Romantic to gather so Golden Tree acorns.
Mature acorns could be used to make advanced magic potions, which were the most luxurious consumables in the ga.
Alas, a Golden Magic Tree could at most produce seven or eight mature acorns; a once-and-for-all solution was impossible.
He walked to a spot, lifted the leaves, and found a pair of gloves wrapped around an aerial root.
By their style, he recognized them as Protective Gloves, which in the ga provided 2 points of protection but had strength requirents.
Ben vaguely rembered it was 2.5 energy levels, and as soon as he picked them up, he felt their weight, confirming his guess was nearly correct.
He tossed the gloves to Frey to try on.
He hoped she could be more like a tank, but alas, as soon as the ponytailed girl caught them, her hands sank imdiately.
Too heavy—there was no way, and the future Valkyrie returned them with a look of regret.
“Such a pity,” Ben shook his head.
“If you wore these, along with the Wind Queen Half Armor, Swordsn below Iron Rank couldn’t even touch you.”
“I’m sorry.”
“What’s there to apologize for?
Even among the Guard Team, I see only a few people who could wear these.” Ben said while putting on the gloves himself.
The ponytailed girl noticed this detail and felt a slight shock in her heart—so Ben had already reached the elite level of the Guard Team?
Of course, she didn’t know that even Breson was no match for Ben at this mont.
The three of them circled the fallen treetop and found a Swift Short Sword with a dexterity boost of 0.1 energy levels, and Frey found an invaluable enchanted ring of 22Oz, which could imbue her sword with a layer of flas by consuming a bit of mana.
As for the rest, most were items whose magic had long since dissipated.
Ben used the Elf Sword to peel open the Golden Magic Tree’s bark, finding the Heart of the Golden Tree—which greatly disappointed him because, with a three-year difference from ga ti, it was still in the state of a tree crystal.
Of course, it was much purer in quality than ordinary tree crystals.
But material was material, equipnt was equipnt, and there was an insurmountable gap between them.
This unexpected discovery made Ben wary; he shouldn’t view things through the perspective of the ga many years later.
After all, this was a real world, and history moved forward slowly.
As Ben retrieved the Heart of the Golden Tree, he felt a breeze gently pass through the valley—the Golden Magic Tree had died.
He looked up to see eight silver light balls swiftly fly out from the tree trunk and rge into his chest.
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