A Necromancer Who Just Wants to Plant Trees

Chapter 1554: 428 Life Miracle and Heavenly God’s Blood (Request for Monthly Ticket)_4

Similar scenes.

He had only seen them near Crimson Mountain in the Forest Ocean!

One by one, the group left the mountain’s summit.

Drawn by the pull of the enormous statue, they arrived in the valley below.

The climate in the valley was mild, with spring in full bloom.

A Little Stream flowed through it, its banks lined with a profusion of small yellow and white wildflowers.

Even the toes of the statue were covered in wildflowers and vines.

As soon as the people approached,

Beams of divine light descended from the heavens; these lights emanated from inside the statue and converged into individual beams.

Each person had their corresponding beam of light.

And each beam swiftly formed a bronze chalice.

A deep voice resonated in everyone’s ears:

“Friend, drink from this cup and the glory of the gods shall be with you, and you shall vow never to transgress, even by a hair’s breadth.”

“Enemy, heed not this cup but be advised to depart posthaste, lest Blood-Drinking Mountain becomes your final resting place.”

“Traveler, pour this cup into the clouds, for life is birthed between heaven and earth, gods and mortals are naught but travelers, as the road ahead is fraught with right and wrong, and fate has its own designs.”

The voice spoke in a common language.

But it sounded particularly awkward to Matthew, possibly due to the pedantic grammar or perhaps because of some inexplicable emotions.

Everyone watched the cup before them.

After a short while,

A touch of red liquid filled each cup, eventually occupying about two-thirds of their volume.

“This is the blood of Heavenly God Poole.”

The God of Travelers, Mo Song, began to say:

“You may not know the origin of the name ‘Blood-Drinking Mountain.’”

“The so-called ‘drinking of blood’ refers to that of the Giant Troll God.”

“In the legends of trolls, in the most ancient of times, various forms of life were born into the universe.”

“Yet these beings had no connection with the sentient races of today.”

“They were uncivilized, brutish and dimwitted.”

“The god Poole took pity on these creatures and slashed his skin to bleed wine, offering it to all living beings.”

“However, the blood of the gods was fearsome.”

“Other races dared not to approach, save for the trolls, the most courageous among them.”

“They were the first to drink the Heavenly God’s Blood.”

“And thus, they became the smartest and most powerful race.”

“Most importantly,”

“It was through the Heavenly God’s Blood that the trolls first mastered the ability of spellcasting.”

“The place where they received Poole’s blessing was Blood-Drinking Mountain.”

“In the years that followed,”

“Other races also gradually drank the Heavenly God’s Blood.”

“They too received its benefits to varying degrees, awakening their intelligence and developing their own civilizations.”

“However, in the eyes of the trolls,”

“Other races were too cowardly and foolish, only trolls were deemed the most intelligent and brave.”

“And only trolls were fit to wield the highest powers in the mortal world of Aindor.”

“Guided by this notion,”

“The initial Troll Empire, which proclaimed all life as children of god Poole and preached equality among all races, gradually relegated other races to second or even third-class citizens.”

“In later times,”

“Even some remote troll tribes fell victim to the discrimination of their highborn kin.”

“Regrettably,”

“The downfall of the Troll Empire was due to the schemes of gods and demons.”

“But it was the allied forces from the remote troll tribes that ultimately rose up to overthrow the core of the empire…”

Pausing here,

Mo Song hesitated:

“Whichever way you see it, the Heavenly God’s Blood is a symbol of intelligence. I’ve checked, and the liquid in these cups is non-toxic and harmless, it may even be beneficial, a fact which I believe you have also verified.”

At these words, Matthew nodded:

“However, according to strategy, we should operate in teams—”

“Some should drink from these cups;”

“Some should ignore them;”

“And the rest should pour their wine into the clouds.”

“That is theoretically the safest choice.”

Sener shrugged:

“Do you really think we are a team?”

“…Then I choose traveler.”

Moson immediately made his stance clear, choosing the identity of a traveler along with Sener.

Matthew looked to the others.

After some thought, Hayek and Mira chose to be the adversaries, while Matthew and Jassiliven chose to drink from the cup, becoming “friends of Blood-Drinking Mountain.”

The liquid in the chalice looked bloody, but it tasted surprisingly sweet, resembling the flavor of watermelon juice.

A cup was drunk.

Matthew’s body suddenly swelled by a few inches, reaching the average height of a troll.

Beyond that,

he also gained a temporary legendary attribute point!

You must understand,

this was equivalent to three normal attribute points.

Matthew allocated it to his intelligence, so not only did his level increase to LV21, but his intelligence also broke through to 21 points.

His spellcasting strength was set to make significant progress!

At the same time,

he and Jassiliven were bound by a condition—

…

“Friend of Blood-Drinking Mountain: You cannot harm the guardians of Blood-Drinking Mountain, nor will the guardians harm you.

You must not take things that do not belong to you, unless they are sincerely given to you by the natives of Blood-Drinking Mountain.

Should you violate the principles of the Friend of Blood-Drinking Mountain, you will be subjected to the terrible curse of the god Poole!”

…

So that’s it.

By choosing to drink this cup, becoming a friend of Blood-Drinking Mountain, one couldn’t engage in wrongdoings here!

Matthew’s eyes shifted.

He himself might not be able to take things that weren’t his, but that didn’t mean Peggy, Phily, or Soldier couldn’t, right?

“Wonder if there’s a loophole here…”

Matthew thought to himself.

On the other side,

Hayek and Mira, who had chosen the role of adversaries, felt that nothing had happened, but they sensed that the world had become less friendly toward them.

Meanwhile, Sener and Vampire Moson, who had sprinkled Heavenly God’s Blood into the clouds, found themselves unexpectedly protected—

The Heavenly God’s Blood they had spilled was swallowed by two large birds.

The next moment,

The bodies of those two strange birds swelled many times in size, and their wings turned to a golden hue.

Matthew sensed for a moment, these two strange birds had reached a short-term agreement with the two travelers.

…

“Consolation of the Traveler: These two Bo Bo Birds shall become the mounts of Vampire Moson and Sener, joining them in battle shoulder to shoulder, until they leave Blood-Drinking Mountain.”

…

After the results of the three choices had come out,

Hayek cried foul.

In his view, the Traveler had the best deal, the Friend was heavily constrained, and the Enemy had the worst outcome.

Matthew had a different opinion.

He felt that as the exploration deepened, different roles might come in handy in different situations.

“This is starting to feel like a role-playing game…”

“The entire Blood-Drinking Mountain is like a game dungeon designed by someone, but this sacred land was established during the time of the Troll Empire. Did the creators of the sacred land even have a concept of games then?”

Harboring such doubts,

The group left the valley where the statue stood.

Next,

They were to begin a tireless search for any buildings or mountains resembling the second Giant Troll God.

It was a challenging and tedious task.

After all, in a place like Blood-Drinking Mountain, totems worshiping the Giant Troll God were everywhere.

If they had to search exhaustively, one by one,

Who knew how long it would take!

“Perhaps my new friend knows some useful information.”

Vampire Moson said, pointing to the Bo Bo Bird flapping beside him,

“It seems to want to take us somewhere.”

Matthew, intrigued, used “Animal Conversation”:

“Where do you want to take us?”

The Bo Bo Bird naturally replied:

“There’s a small girl.”

“She lives in a forest with nine waterfalls.”

“She is the guardian of this region.”

“If you can persuade her, you can easily find what you are looking for.”

Matthew naturally asked:

“What’s the guardian’s name, and what’s her story?”

The Bo Bo Bird spoke: @@novelbin@@

“I don’t know her story.”

“All I know is, everyone calls her—”

“Miss Margaret.”

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