"Ignorance, stupidity!"

This is what this strange tree complains about, with a little strange squeaking sound, a bit like a mouse.

Just under the druid's gaze, the tree changed rapidly, and finally jumped in the air and jumped to a branch.

It is a squirrel, or to be precise, a chestnut squirrel holding a pocket wand.

It has a brown-red fur, but its abdomen is cotton-white. It is extremely conspicuous among the layers of green and countless greens.

However, what is most interesting is that the pocket wand in its hand looks about the size of a toothpick.

I don’t know what material this wand is. It looks dark and inconspicuous, but it is surrounded by magic spells. The top is even inlaid with a colorful gem the size of a sugar bean.

"Silly, ignorant!"

The squirrel seemed particularly irritable, and repeated the opening remarks again, standing on the branch, protesting loudly at the wooden giant two-story high.

While speaking, it even waved its magic wand extremely humanely, as if it wanted to use this action to strengthen its momentum.

However, its physique is only the size of a baby's head, and compared with this druid, the gap is simply too big.

At first glance, the squirrel on the left, who was so angry that he jumped up and down, was a bit inexplicably cute.

However, this is just a superficial phenomenon.

Several eyeless vines approached quietly, and while it was still staring at the druid, they stabbed out quietly with lightning speed.

The castration was extremely fast, but it could not bring any sound of wind, and the squirrel seemed to be ignorant.

Snatch, seize...

The sound of vines piercing into trees like steel guns kept ringing one after another.

The branches were tugging with great force. With the thorny sound, the thick branches moaned in pain, cracking a huge hole, revealing the white and yellow wooden stubble.

The vine has not even castrated, and with the remaining limbs of this branch, it has penetrated deeply into another unlucky tree, but...

"Stupid, ignorant!" The little squirrel, who looked weak, still jumped and scolded loudly.

The few vines just now did penetrate the little squirrel's body, but when the vines sank into its body, they only brought out a few ripples that spread like water waves, and sank into the branches under it in vain.

This looks extremely real and seems to be just an illusion, just an image that can be captured with the naked eye.

"I am Ecre, I am immortal!" The squirrel jumped to another branch, waving its small fist, and his dark eyes were full of human disdain.

Now, the druid, who had originally been indifferent to it, finally turned his head and looked at the little squirrel. As she stared, the plants around her paused slightly, and then flocked towards it.

The voice of the squirrel Ecres also reached Isabella and the Black Armored Knight. It was precisely because of its appearance that the Druid's attention was diverted, and the pressure was immediately reduced by a lot.

The dark horse shook his head slightly, and suddenly the man stood up, and his front hooves fell heavily.

A circle of slim ripples spread out, blowing away the dead branches and leaves that piled up like mountains, and also letting them see the squirrel jumping back and forth between the branches.

“That’s…”

Isabella, who looked a little haggard, was stunned, but then she couldn't help but turn her head and showed a look of horror.

As a saint of spirit, she can blur the spirituality attached to the surface of the object because of the power of the soul that overflows from her body.

In her eyes, this squirrel who looked down on the kindness and lovely exuded a formidable power and aura, and was even a little stronger than the huge druid in front of her.

"Icre..."

On the other side, Ruoschia also sensed something and whispered.

"What? Ecre? That's..."

Aaron felt that the name sounded very familiar and seemed to have heard of it somewhere, but he couldn't remember it for a while.

"Oh, just a wandering elf, but I didn't expect it to appear there just now," Ruschia explained, "but it always likes to call it the most incomparable Ecre."

Suddenly, Aaron thought that Icrae was the elemental elf mentioned by Sun Xuan, the Throat of Death.

Thinking of this, he couldn't help but glance at his pocket while slashing the vines that were coming.

When he was about to go to Badibila, Aaron specially found several pine cones to carry with him, for the moment when he met Ecre.

But now the problem is here. If you want to see Ecre, you have to fight back against the plant tide. Most of them still accept the attention of the crazy druid...

It seems...it's only a certain amount next time?

Aaron can still clearly distinguish between possible opportunities and existing risks and crises.

Although the situation is critical now, it is far from the critical moment, so there is no need to take risks at this time.

However, just as he made up his mind, Isabella's voice was clearly heard: "Awesome Ikri, the humble traveler you see is holding a wish..."

Because Isabella is speaking out at the cost of hurting her soul, the spreading soul fluctuations and wills can cross the terrain and obstacles and enter the hearts of everyone present.

The squirrel who was dancing forehand to confront the druid paused, his playful ears trembled, and he turned his head in confusion and looked at Isabella, "Hey, someone actually knows my name."

"Yes, amazing Lord Ecre."

There were still a few ungrateful vines that wanted to attack, but this time, Ecre wrinkled his nose and waved the wand in his hand, "Give me a quiet, you stupid and ignorant big man!"

At this moment, under Ecres' will, an inexplicable force surged out along the wand, freezing everything around him, even the druid who was about to lean over to grab Ecres was not spared.

The originally noisy space immediately became quiet, and all the plants, including the druids, solidified like wax figures, and did not move at all.

This transformation from extreme movement to extreme static has calmed the entire space, as if it was deaf, which always gives people an indescribable weirdness.

But Ecre, however, came to Isabella again, hanging in the air, slightly taller than Isabella, holding the toothpick wand in both hands, and looked down at her arrogantly, "Speak your wishes, my admirer."

Isabella gently patted the black armored knight's armor and signaled him not to act rashly.

Then she took a deep breath, looked up at Ecre, and said respectfully: "Awesome Ecre, your humble believer wants to find her husband..."

"Husband?Spouse?Um..." Ecre tilted his head and looked at the nervous Isabella, the wand in his hand flashed.

One or two breaths were so short, but it was so long for Isabella.

"Okay, I wish you the best. Anyway, it's just a small effort. Let the amazing Lord Ikri help you fulfill this little wish!"

In Isabella's surprise smile, Ecres waved the wand in his hand, and the colorful gems burst into a blurred light.

At the same time, somewhere in the forest.

Some man holding a corpse felt something.

The next moment, he soared into the sky.
Chapter completed!