377: Chapter 176: The Onlooking Druid Beca the Center of Attention 377: Chapter 176: The Onlooking Druid Beca the Center of Attention Hill was pondering whether turning the imrsive scenes into a TV series would be aningful.
Fran, who had been standing by the window without a word for half a day, suddenly turned to look at him: “Hill, when do you plan to distribute those seeds?”
“In three days.
I’ll hand them over to Spencer.”
“By then, this area will be clean?” Adrian couldn’t help but ask, “That quickly?”
“Yes!
Sunflowers don’t just absorb impurities from the soil.
As long as they’re nearby, they’ll absorb everything.” Hill explained, “The purification moss underground has actually started working.
It’s just that they’re still small, so they’re growing slowly.
They have already taken root.
Once the area around the camp is completely clean, I will use Nature’s Blessing a few tis on the ground.
That will be enough for them to grow to the point where they can imdiately clean up impurities coming from other places.”
Adrian nodded in understanding and offered his deep sympathy to the busy Spencer.
Hill couldn’t bear to tell him that William had Spencer doing so many things to genuinely win the favor of the World Will.
Once he had accumulated enough rit, the World Will would reward Spencer, and even if it was just a blessing of luck, it would be enough for Spencer to beco a Legendary Knight.
Originally, with Spencer’s qualifications, becoming a Sky Knight so early was due to William having plenty of good resources.
But the favor of the World Will would allow him to cross a gap that was otherwise insurmountable.
Moreover, a deity wishing to canonize their divine subordinate would need sufficient reason to gain the World Will’s approval; otherwise, re favor would only allow Spencer to enter William’s Divine Kingdom.
William probably did not want his cousin to beco just a saint in his Divine Kingdom.
And as an alchemist, Adrian couldn’t benefit from such advantages.
A mage could only rely on their own power.
No matter how many good deeds he did, the Natural Consciousness would never bless a mage.
Just like Goddess Spencer, who beca part of a god system from being a divine subordinate, Miller and the others, even as divine subordinates, couldn’t do the sa.
They could only live forever in the Divine Kingdom of the God of Ti and Space, but they could also gradually be assimilated by the Divine Kingdom, losing their independent will.
The God of Ti and Space would not treat them as nicely as William did his cousin.
So when they discovered another possibility, neither Miller nor Carl considered entering the Space-Ti God Country anymore.
Even if one path led to eternal life, while the other could lead to death in the starry sky.
Fran looked outside again; Spencer had already cleaned up the aftermath.
He couldn’t help but turn to Hill and ask: “Can’t we use Nature’s Blessing now?
Wouldn’t it be better to purify it sooner?” It seed he was a bit eager to start building this city.
“The impurities here need to be completely gone first.” Hill shook his head, “Although there are no plants growing here now because ordinary plants have long since died, the magical plants haven’t; they are still hiding in the soil!
They innately know that growing in this environnt would be sending themselves to die.
But if I release Nature’s Blessing, they will think it’s safe outside and imdiately start to grow.
If any plant absorbs so demonic aura, it could mutate into a Hell plant, which would be quite troubleso.”
Fran reluctantly nodded: “Then let’s wait three more days.”
Hill felt that his grandfather was more anxious about seeing his design co to fruition imdiately rather than thinking that waiting these three days was a waste of his ti.
Such is the common trait of scientific researchers.
They wish to see their design beco reality the mont they create it, seeing the results imdiately.
Hill stood up, looking sowhat puzzled at the other battlefield that was still in turmoil.
Could the three dwarven demigods really hold off William for so long?
“No need to look; His Majesty the King is drilling the troops.” Fran said nonchalantly, “The undead tribe’s numbers are too vast, making the battle a bit chaotic.
His Majesty the King plans to have them learn a few fixed formations to see if they can withstand demigods, and if so, how many at the sa ti.”
“The dwarves agreed?
Why are they still fighting?” Hill couldn’t understand.
“Dwarves are a race that values face greatly.” Fran chuckled, “To flee without losing is a humiliation to them.”
So for the sake of so dignity, they helped the human king drill his troops?
Hill looked incredulously at the sky over there.
But everyone knew that it was the dwarves who were losing out, wasn’t it?
The longer they stayed, the faster the undead tribe would get trained, wouldn’t they?
“These three dwarven demigods are probably only about 10,000 years old.” Fran spoke slowly, “For humans, this is considered experienced and worldly, but for dwarves, it only proves they have good talent or a high background.
They also need a place to train themselves.
And at this ti, as long as they firmly declare that they do not intend to retreat without a fight, they can stay and train themselves.
Now, no one would still think that dwarves are foolish.
Many tis, actions we find strange have their purposes on their end.
And who would believe that there are only these three dwarven demigods?
That would be truly foolish.
They are wary of the elves!
Hill blinked; he knew there must be more dwarven demigods, but exactly how many, he had no count.
But if they were opposing the elves, then there might be at least eight.
“Hill, why have elf druids never ascended the Divine Throne?” Adrian asked curiously, knowing Hill had so inherited mories.
“The natural laws do not permit it.
For them to beco deities, they can only receive a divine position bestowed by the Elven God King.
Once accepted, they are no longer druids.” Hill’s mouth twisted into a cold smile, “Moon Elves who could beco druids have long since died.
Now, those who remain are all mixed blood, very likely carrying the will of other worlds.
The Natural Consciousness, whether awake or not, will never acknowledge them as representatives of the natural laws of this world.”
“What does that an?
Haven’t the elves long since beco this world’s deities?” Adrian was shocked.
“Elves are not natural deities.” Hill shook his head, “They rely on faith to occupy a part of the world’s laws, but not all of it.
Otherwise, why are all the deities in this world racial gods?
Deities like the Spring Water and Lake Water, who are nad by the laws at birth, are the true gods of the world.”
Adrian thought silently for a while.
He finally understood why the God of Ti and Space was so powerful.
A deity who innately occupied two laws was not comparable to those deities who could only occupy a small part of even one law.
And the Sun God and the Goddess of the Silvermoon only showed respect to the God of Ti and Space; with other deities, these two rarely spoke at all.
Hill couldn’t say any more.
Many things he could not explain more clearly to Adrian.
This world had been hurt before.
A fractured world was innately good material for annexation by other worlds.
Neither the elves nor the dwarves seed to intend to treat this world as their ho.
The Natural Consciousness, being part of the World Will, would innately be wary of these two races.
So, whether it was conscious or not, it would never accept a person with elven blood to beco a representative of the natural laws.
So as the Moon Elf race gradually beca dominated by elven blood, it beca easier for Half-Elves to beco druids.
Hill’s bloodline had little of the elf in it, and what was there was pushed out by the dominant Earth Bear bloodline.
This was why Hill could awaken so many wood-elental divine techniques.
Without the Earth Bear bloodline, Hill would at most beco a beast druid.
Seeing Adrian getting buried in a pile of blueprints and realizing he wouldn’t see anything staying here, Hill bid his farewells in compliance.
It was obvious that Fran was a bit agitated.
Hill felt it was not just the delay in building the city by three days that was the issue.
Though he didn’t know what it was, it seed Fran had no intention of voicing it.
Hill decided to head back to the Cloud House directly.
Watching the battle between the dwarves and William was better than staying here and risking Fran’s irritation.
Fran waved for him to leave and said: “No matter what happens with the Mage Association recently, do not get involved.
Even if there’s a chance for revenge, don’t be tempted.”
Hill nodded in surprise, glanced at Fran, who seed unwilling to say more, and lightly jumped out of the window.
What was going on with the Mage Association?
Wasn’t William still fighting the dwarves?
Surely he didn’t have the appetite to also assault the Mage Association?
Hill really couldn’t imagine anyone who could put a dent in the Mage Association to the point where even the Legendary Laws could be in trouble.
Fran didn’t understand him; he wasn’t the kind of person to kick soone when they were down, was he?
Hill smirked, alright, he was.
Hill returned to the Cloud House with his head full of questions.
Alice was already bored and had gone to sleep with rkel.
Hill raised the Cloud House to its highest point and found that the battle with the dwarves was indeed still ongoing.
But it was quite dull.
Just like that defensive battle at the Noble Temple before.
One party attacked, the other defended.
It was all about endurance.
William just sat there, watching the undead tribe practice their formations.
Even those at the Noble Temple sat under their altar, watching the spectacle.
Hill wondered what they thought of the scene.
He looked earnestly at Dionysio’s face, but the standard indifferent expression revealed nothing.
After a while, Hill began to feel a bit sleepy and decided to take a nap.
In this camp, besides the unconscious, probably only Hill and his two cats could sleep peacefully, as they felt no sense of danger at all.
Fran, seeing the Cloud House raising its defensive shield, sighed gently.
“Teacher?
What’s the matter?” Adrian couldn’t help but ask.
The Mage Association’s troubles were only a nuisance, not enough to make his teacher this troubled, right?
“Viola.” Fran said expressionlessly, “His Majesty the King drove them away before he left, so I didn’t pay it any mind.
But after the God of Smithing left, they seed to have snuck back.”
Adrian walked over to him: “Where are they?
The Illusion Array should take so ti to end, right?”
“Spencer, when tidying up the ss earlier, conveniently picked up a few birds from outside the defensive formation.”
Adrian almost burst into laughter.
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