The apocalypse of the Great Forest where the World Tree has disappeared.
We could find a variety of druid figures in it.
The first druid was lying flat on the ground.
“My old lover! Where have you gone······?”
Fumbling around.
The sight of someone searching thoroughly under the statues and huts, hoping to find a chewed and spit-out leaf from the World Tree.
The sight of him sweeping up the dirt and dust was pitiful, and the sight of him shedding tears was extremely pitiful.
The second druid stretched out two fingers toward the sky.
“······If only my hands were branches of the world tree.”
Use it.
A druid bringing two fingers to his lips.
But all that touched his lips were his bare fingers.
His hand was not the world tree.
The third druid was actually performing a play.
“Whew······ You guys shouldn’t avoid things like this······.”
Pfft pfft.
He was the one who was fumbling with the branches of a tree and licking his lips for no reason.
Memories of the World Tree imprinted on his cells were stimulating his cerebral cortex.
The Druids used all sorts of strategies to comfort the loss of the World Tree, but······.
In the end, they all had no choice but to admit it.
The fact that the World Tree can no longer bloom.
“Eeeeeeeeeeeeeeek······.”
“Ahh······.”
Druids were strewn about like laundry soaked in water.
A desperate druid is one who gets kicked in the foot, and a depressed druid is one who avoids it and gets kicked again.
Meanwhile, Yongsu Lee scratched his head as if he couldn’t understand a single word.
“What on earth are you talking about······?”
“Well······.”
These are the Druids who are called the poets of the forest.
Is there any oil on the tongue?
These druids never spoke a word out loud.
Of course, it wasn’t that difficult to understand what it meant.
“It’s a cry for help.”Advertisements
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In the end, that’s what it meant······.
“We need help too.”
That’s what it meant again.
Immune effects from intoxicating smoke.
Simply chewing the leaves of the World Tree wasn’t enough.
Because it required special processing by the Druids.
further······.
“You clearly said that it also has a therapeutic effect?”
“Yes······ That’s true, but is it really true that there is a World Tree on Earth?”
Druid Chieftain Findrick asks me back, as if he can’t believe it.
The aftereffects are the terrible poisoning gas in the South.
If we could cure addicts using the leaves of the World Tree, that would be great.
I opened a portal in front of Findrick, who had an anxious expression on his face.
To get back what they lost,
And to get more than that.
***
Bubbling water.
Steaming the world tree leaves in thick steam was the first step of ‘processing’.
“Alas! I have found you! I row towards you!”
The first druid stirs the water with a large ladle.
His smiling eyes were curved like a Hahoe mask.
“If I become the World Tree myself······! I become the World Tree myself!”
The second druid was frantically stuffing raw leaves into his mouth.
They were immediately dragged outside with their limbs held, while those left behind sprinkled various additives on the softly ripened leaves of the World Tree.
Next······.
Passasak.
Crispy.
The final step of drying the wet leaves under the strong sunlight.
The stiff leaves of the World Tree were boasting a unique sheen never seen before.
And the third druid······.
“Hoo······ You guys shouldn’t smoke things like this.”
He was neatly sweeping leaves into a bundle.
“Catch this kid!”
Thanks to the other druids who discovered this and subdued him, the druids’ special ‘World Tree Leaf’ was able to be completed safely.
Chief Findrick handed over the finished World Tree leaf with wrinkled hands, just like the hands of a grandmother making kimchi.
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I also took the world tree leaf without hesitation and ate it.
and······.
“······Oh?”
A sensation I had never felt before came over me.
Gently bending leaves.
But the leaves swam freely in my mouth without getting caught or chewed.
A delicious and addictive texture.
But it wasn’t just the texture that was surprising.
“Fragrant······clear······!”
It was truly an amazing feeling.
The scent of the World Tree passes through the roof of the mouth and into the nasal cavity in one breath.
The refreshing scent of peppermint washed away the waste accumulated in my head, and the small circuits in my brain instantly connected, and a thrilling intellectual satisfaction that felt like it would break down the main gate of Seoul National University enveloped my brain.
“Mr. Jeong-gyeom, this is really······!”
Lee Yong-soo, who also received and ate the leaves of the world tree, had the same reaction.
“This would be a great cure for drowsy driving!”
Of course, the scope of application was a little different.
The leaves of the world tree were non-addictive to us humans,
Nevertheless, it had such an overwhelming effect that I wanted to keep it in my mouth.
“Hahaha! That’s not all!”
Chief Findrick, who threw away his manners and stuffed a World Tree leaf into his mouth as if it was going to burst.
As he said, the ways to utilize the World Tree were truly diverse.
The Druids would gather together and grind the hard, dried leaves of the World Tree into small pieces, wrap the powder around other World Tree leaves and light them on fire, or simply gather them all together and burn them to create thick smoke.
White smoke rising in clumps.
It was reminiscent of the Confederate poison gas, but its effect was quite the opposite.
The Druids have regained their power, and we Earthlings have gained weapons to combat the invaders’ abilities.
Chief Findrick told me, not knowing this.
“Have you ever heard of such a story, Jeonggyeom? It is said that long ago, there lived a world tree and a young druid. But one day, the druid······.”
“······Just tell me the conclusion.”
“······Thank you so, so much.”
Bow, the chieftain of the druids bowing his head to me.
All the druids who discovered this followed suit and bowed their heads.
Me, and towards the subspace portal that will become the symbol of the new ‘way’.
and······.
It was a time when everyone was very happy, with thick smoke.
News that flew in like a stab through the fog.Advertisements
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“The priest has awakened!”
The leader of the North, Glenn Ford, opened his eyes.
.
.
.
Well well.
Clang, clang.
A handful of World Tree leaves.
Priest Glenn moved his large mouth, chewing on the chewy leaves.
It was the leaves of the World Tree, which were also effective for memory.
It was helpful to remind me of the situation in the south, and where the dwarves’ factories were located······.
“There was no point in checking the location of the factory.”
What he saw was beyond our imagination.
“······The factory is moving.”
Glenn was a black man with a huge body, nearly two meters tall.
Seeing him shaking his head and grabbing my shoulder, I could clearly feel that the power of the South was formidable.
Meanwhile······.
“Come to think of it······ Now is not the time for this······!”
He woke up from a hazy sleep and sat up in a hurry.
“Why is that?”
“They’re coming. We need to get word to Chicago right away······!”
A factory of moving dwarves.
That meant quite a lot.
“······They don’t have a concept of supply routes. They just send their factories near the battlefield. Soon, poisonous gas and monsters will invade Chicago. We have to move as quickly as possible······.”
He moves in a hurry.
But I just handed him a black smartphone.
“······?”
An expression as if asking if he was joking.
Sorry, but this wasn’t a real joke.
Because it was a hundred times faster than him dragging his broken body across 100 kilometers.
“Just send me a text.”
It was a smartphone with a text system in the testing phase.
I had just shipped Kate a smartphone, so I could spread the word about the Confederate invasion in Chicago.
This was a structure where communication was made through portals and portals.
“and······.”Advertisements
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The problem now wasn’t Chicago.
“What the Southern Army is after is this great forest.”
“······yes?”
“They’ve been releasing poisonous gas into the forest all along.”
A poisonous gas that has a brainwashing effect.
Their strategy was simple.
Brainwashing the Druids.
Through this, we can obtain Daesurim, one of the ‘strongholds’.
of course······.
“······It’s time to change strategy.”
Serenity was under the protection of the Great Forest.
They must have realized that just spraying gas doesn’t have much effect.
As if to prove this······.
Kwaaaaang!
Kwaaaaang!
The Confederate artillery began to fire.
There were no more gas cans.
The dwarves’ cannons emit an eerie sound.
The great forest, struck by the impact, swelled like waves.
Kugugugu······.
Vibrations transmitted from the floor.
The druids also looked confused by the sudden attack.
“Obstin!”
“Yes, Chief!”
“Gather the warriors. Right now······.”
It was the first time they had encountered a Confederate offensive.
It seems that the thought of protecting the Great Forest came first, but······.
I stopped them.
“You can’t go out. It’s a field outside.”
“······!”
The druids who have been stuck in Serenity all along will not know.
Outside this great forest lies a desolate American wilderness.
Due to the nature of the Druids who utilize the natural environment, combat was bound to be inefficient.
Rather, the situation is the opposite.
Now was the time to use their most powerful weapon.
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“The spatial distortion of the Great Forest. Can you handle it yourself?”
A bizarre space where everything is mixed up.
Because it formed a natural fortress for the Druids.
“It might be possible if all the tribe members put their efforts together······.”
“Please direct your fire elsewhere. Serenity will be safe here.”
A strategy that can nullify enemy attacks.
However, Chief Findrick looked questioning.
“But you can’t just sit still like that, right?”
“I won’t stay still.”
Of course.
If you just avoid it like that, it’s no different from saying that you’ll just be getting hit by the Southern Army’s punches while keeping your guard up.
I immediately took out my smartphone and relayed my request to Pax.
And soon······.
Urrrrrr!
Hundreds of Paxmen emerged from the portal and began to storm Serenity.
It wasn’t naked.
An anti-tank rocket from the Dwarves that resembles an RPG-7.
Because equally fancy weapons were placed on the shoulders of the Paxmen.[AT-1K Raybolt +4, price not set.]
Anti-tank missiles received from the Joint Chiefs of Staff.
Everything from weapons to missiles was strengthened to its limit.
chuck!
So what the Paxmen were aiming for was······.
↓↓↓
It was the firing point that Pax had marked with a giant hologram.
This is where the Southern Army’s battery is located.
Now all that remains is······.
“It’s a firefight.”
Kwaaaaang!
Kkwarung!
Their artillery fire continued.
Indiscriminate bombardment, with the productivity of the dwarf factory at the forefront.
But I was determined to overload those guys with artillery fire.
‘······Let’s give it a try.’
A battle between the productivity of the dwarf factory and the inventory of the distribution center.
‘Which of you will get angry first?’
LUNA-CAVE
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