"Hey, Bucher, see? There''s grass here, bramble." Zhao Mai drags the rope on his waist and tries his best to drag the strong man forward. With the shadow of the megirot mountains, the temperature in some places will be lower than that in other places, and the plants will be able to grow.


    A big cactus stopped at the side of the road, green, fat, vibrant. Zhao stopped in front of it, admiring the great power of nature, then cut off a piece with a dagger, cut off the surface of the thorn, and cut off part of the hard skin.


    "Damn it, Bucher, chew it in your mouth!" Zhao Mai opened his mouth and put the cactus stick in.


    Bucher was in a trance, his mouth moved twice, and the cactus fell out again. He was so dehydrated that he lost most of his vision and all his hearing, and his touch began to blur. Zhao Mai picked up his waist and helped him to lie under the cactus.


    "I''m sorry, I can only squeeze you dry now." Zhao Mai put his hand on the cactus and said something apologetic: "I know it''s not easy for you to grow up. It took countless hardships to become this. But this is the only way I can save my friend now. "


    Ever since he guessed that this might be a world of havoc, he has been very careful about using magic. Different from other places, on this planet called atas, excessive use of magic drained the vitality of the world, turning a rich, rich, green and beautiful place into a world dominated by desert, Gobi and wilderness. The gods have already given up here, maybe they haven''t left, but they do give up being responsible for anything here. Only some element planes can be connected with atas. The priests here still exist, but their power comes not from God, but from some element and serves the wrong master.


    Because the key to open the element channel is in the hands of the wizard king, who is also a strong one with the power of arcane and spiritual powers. In fact, all the "temples" are just serving for the wizard king, helping them to rule in exchange for their own ability to cast spells, and eventually become a group of puppets.


    The Witch King ruled the city-state. They were always young. They were tyrannical and vicious. They were users of blasphemous (damage environment) magic. They were almost invincible. The caster is awed, but if he does not take refuge in the wizard king, he will be killed, because the caster has killed the world, and the blasphemer is hated by everyone.


    No matter whether the casters know or don''t care at all, every time they cast a spell, they are really continuing to extract vitality from the world of atas and making the world more desolate. Against the blasphemers are a group of people who are called guardians. They are more restrained and use magic within the scope of recovery and regeneration. It is said that at the right time, with the right incantation, it is possible to slightly reverse the situation that the planet is constantly sliding towards death. The guardians are pursuing this kind of opportunity and mantra, but they are too weak to achieve anything at present. Moreover, since there is no difference on the surface, the number of guardians and other blasphemers without the protection of the wizard king are being hunted and hunted in the same way, and the number is decreasing.


    The only ability that doesn''t deepen the evil effect is psychic powers, which use their own power rather than the power of the surrounding environment to influence other things, and will not - or will not always - destroy nature.


    Zhao Mai is a druid. He needs the natural force to cast. But here, the cycle of the natural force has long been destroyed, and in the barren places, it has lost the ability to regenerate. Every time Zhao Mai cast a spell, he was extracting the vitality around him, first plants, then animals, and finally himself. This is a kind of damage to nature, so every time he does this, he will be less sensitive to the natural force, and he must strengthen meditation to make up for it. In other words, the more he consumes the natural force, the worse his ability to manipulate it.


    But, compared with saving the lives of your friends, blasphemy is blasphemy. Although he loves nature, he doesn''t spoil it. There will always be life and death, kinship and estrangement. The wolf will also take care of its own group and kill the sheep in order to survive. Atas is a poor sheep, weak sheep, but not Zhao Mai''s sheep.


    He held his breath, stretched his palms flat, opened his fingers, and concentrated his thoughts on the cactus to communicate with its natural force. After that, the Druids eliminated distractions and guided the natural force to condense water droplets.


    Cactus immediately began to yellow, wither, the edge became brown. It''s a sign of being sucked away. But the water has condensed out, full of vitality. Zhao Mai controls the water and puts it to Bucher''s mouth. Moist brings strength, instinct makes this semi coma strong man force sucking, in order to make up for the thirst in the body as soon as possible.


    When Bucher''s condition improved, Zhao Mai stopped praying for water making. However, the corruption of cactus is still going on, but the speed is reduced after the spell stops. Ecology is like this, as long as the balance is broken, the process of destruction begins to roll forward, not to stop. Taking advantage of the cactus has not completely become coke, Zhao Mai quickly cut off some intact, peel off the skin, as food.


    It''s not delicious at all, unless it''s thoroughly fried in oil, soaked in water and cooled, and then mixed with cold dishes. I remember that my mother once saw the "sharing" of the circle of friends, and fried the cactus which occupied the place in the house. I don''t know whether my father ate it or not. Anyway, Zhao Mai ate some of it, and felt it was OK.


    Bucher''s breathing became steady, his eyes gradually opened, and his mind began to recover. It was not until this time that Zhao Mai had leisure to look at the mountain in front of him. He is very happy that there are plants here. Although they are only low grass and twisted trees, they are green vitality. He saw cactus, growing out of cracks in rocks and so on, fighting against the sand sea tenaciously. They can''t be too big. Time brings not only bad weather, but also diners. Some cactus have been gnawed traces, which means that there are animals here, there are dangers, there is meat. The natural force sense of mountains is stronger than that of sand sea. You should be able to cast one or two spells after you enter.There are two roads in front of us. One is a rugged road hidden on the mountain wall. Although it is covered by sand, it is enough for people to pass. I don''t know who dug the road from here, let alone where it leads. However, if there is a road, there will be civilization, and there will be villages or gathering places.


    The other way is along the canyon between the two mountains to go inside, into the depths of the mountains. Zhao Mai can vaguely feel the existence of water. There may be a spring pool or an underground river. Of course, where there is water, there may be dangerous creatures. They will not welcome more people to share the water. As a druid, Zhao Mai can try to communicate with them, but the result is not guaranteed.


    Zhao Mai thought for a while, and suddenly found that there was no point in making a choice. Because I don''t know where a group of people came from, they are going down the mountain along the road and coming in the direction of Zhao Mai. They wore white robes and white headscarves to protect their mouths and noses. If you can''t see their expressions, you can''t guess their intentions, but it''s very important to be on guard.


    At this time can no longer care about the life and death of cactus, Zhao Mai ruthlessly down, drained its vitality, water to wake up Bucher. Let the rest of the water be drunk from the grain reserve and poured down. His clothes are still very hot, so the water will produce white steam. At the same time, Bucher understood the situation and stood up tremblingly, squinting hard to see the opposite situation.


    "Why don''t you just close your eyes and have a rest so that you can recover faster." Zhao Mai put the sword into his hand and put some cactus sticks in his mouth. "It''s sour and bitter, but it''s nutritious and good for you. Think of it as a radish and eat it hard


    "The enemy is coming, isn''t it? I heard footsteps. How many, and what weapon? "


    "Eleven people in all." Zhao Mai sighed: "they have stone spears, stone hammers and hardwood sticks. I''ll try to communicate with them first. If you don''t know the language here, don''t talk, just be vicious. "