"Hey, Butcher, have you seen it? There are grass here, thorn grass." Zhao Mai pulled the rope on his waist and dragged the strong man forward. The shadow of the Megilot Mountains cast down, and the temperature in some places would be relatively lower than that in other places, and the plants had the ability to grow.

A big cactus was parked on the side of the road, green, thick and full of vitality. Zhao Mai stopped in front of it, admiring the power of nature, and then cut off a piece with a dagger, cut off the thorns on the surface, and cut off some of the hard skin.

"Damn it, Butcher, put this thing in your mouth and chew it!" Zhao Mai pried open his mouth and stuffed the cactus strips into it.

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

"Sorry, I can only squeeze you out now." Zhao Mai put his hand on the cactus and said apologetically: "I know you are not easy to grow, and you have gone through countless hardships to become like this. But now I want to save my friend, and this is the only way."

Ever since he guessed that this might be the world of the catastrophe and sun, he has been very careful about using magic. Unlike other places, this planet called Atas, excessive use of magic has drained the vitality of the world and turned a rich, abundant, green and beautiful place into a world dominated by deserts, Gobi and wastelands. The gods have long given up on this place, and may not have left, but have indeed given up on anything here. Only some elemental planes can still be connected to Atas, and the priests here still exist, but their power does not come from God, but from some element and serve the wrong master.

Because, the key to opening the elemental channel is in the hands of the Witch King, that is, some powerful people with both mage arcane and supernatural abilities. All the "Shrines" are actually just serving the Witch King and helping them rule in exchange for their own spell casting ability, and eventually becoming a group of puppets.

The Witch King ruled the city-state, they remained youthful forever, they were tyrannical and vicious, they were the users of blasphemy (environmental damage) spells, and they were almost invincible. The spellcaster was respected, but if he did not surrender to the Witch King, the spellcaster would also be killed, because the spellcaster killed this world, and the blasphemy was hated by everyone.

Regardless of whether the casters know or they don't care at all, every time they cast a spell, they are indeed continuing to extract vitality from the Atas world, making the world move in a more desolate direction. Opposing the blasphemers is a group of people who have become guardians, who are more restrained and use magic within a range that can be restored and renewable. It is said that at the right time, with the right spell, it is possible to slightly reverse the situation of the planet's continuous sliding towards death. The guardians are pursuing this opportunity and spell, but unfortunately they are weak and have made no achievements at the moment. Moreover, since there is no difference on the surface, the guardians and other blasphemers who are not protected by the Witch King are subjected to the same hunt and hunt, and the number is getting smaller and smaller.

The only ability that will not deepen the consequences is the superpower of the mind, which will use its 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, and he needs the natural force to cast spells. But here, the cycle of natural force has long been destroyed, and in barren places, he has lost the ability to regenerate. Every time Zhao Mai casts spells, he is extracting the surrounding vitality, first plant, then animal, and finally himself. This is a kind of damage to nature, so every time he does this, he will reduce his sensitivity to natural force, and he must strengthen meditation to slowly make up for it. In other words, the more natural force he consumes, the worse his ability to manipulate natural force.

However, compared to saving the lives of his friends, blasphemy is blasphemy. Although he loves nature, he does not spoil. Naturally, there will always be life and death, closeness and distantness. The wolf will also take care of his own tribe and kill sheep for survival. Atas is a poor sheep, a weak sheep, but it is not Zhao Mai's sheep.

He held his breath and concentrated his mind, stretched his palms flat, spread his five fingers, focused his thoughts on the cactus, and communicated with its natural force. Afterwards, the druid eliminated distracting thoughts and guided the natural force to condense water droplets.

The cactus immediately began to turn yellow, wither and the edges became charred. This was a manifestation of being sucked away from vitality. However, the water had condensed, full of vitality. Zhao Mai controlled the water and put it to Butcher's mouth. The moisture brought strength, and instinct made the semi-unconscious strong man suck hard to make up for the thirst in his body as soon as possible.

Butcher's condition improved, so Zhao Mai stopped praying for watermaking. However, the corruption of the cactus continued, but the speed decreased a little after the spell stopped. This is the ecology. As long as the balance is broken, the process of destruction begins to roll forward, and it is not possible to stop just by stopping. While the cactus has not completely turned into coke, Zhao Mai quickly cut off some intact, peel off the skin and treat it as food.

This thing is not delicious at all, unless it is thoroughly fried in oil, soaked in water and let it cool, and then mixed into cold dishes. I remember that my mother once saw the "sharing" in the circle of friends, and she fryed the cactus that occupied the place at home. I don't know whether my father had eaten it. Anyway, Zhao Mai ate some of it and felt that it was OK.

Butcher's breathing became stable, his eyes gradually opened, and his mind began to recover. It was not until this time that Zhao Mai had the time to see the mountain in front of him. He was very happy that there were plants here, and although they were just low grass and twisted trees, they were finally green and vitality. He saw cactus, grew out of cracks such as rocks, and tenaciously fought against the sea of ​​sand. They could not become too big. Time not only brought harsh climates, but also attracted diners. Some cactus had traces of being eaten, which means that there were animals, dangers, and meat here. The natural force sensing of the mountains was stronger than that in the sea of ​​sand. After entering by himself, he should be able to cast one or two spells.

There are two roads in front of you. One is a rugged path hidden on the mountain wall. Although most of it is covered by wind and sand, it is enough to be passable. I don’t know who dug the road from here, and I don’t know where it leads to. However, if there is a road, there will be civilization, and there will be villages or gathering places.

The other road is to walk in the canyon between the two mountains and enter the depths of the mountains. Zhao Mai can vaguely feel the existence of water, and there may be spring pools or underground rivers. Of course, there may be dangerous creatures where there is water, and they will not welcome more people to share the water source. As a druid, Zhao Mai can try to communicate with them, but the result cannot be guaranteed.

Zhao Mai thought for a while and suddenly realized that there was no point in making a choice. Because a group of people emerged from somewhere, they were going down the mountain along the road and headed towards Zhao Mai. They were wearing white robes and white turbans that protected their mouths and noses. They could not see their expressions and could not guess their intentions, but it was very important to be vigilant.

At this time, I couldn't care about the life and death of the cactus anymore. Zhao Mai made up his mind, drained its vitality, and watered Buche with water to wake up Buche. The remaining water was allowed to drink the reserved grain, and then poured it on his head. His clothes were still very hot, so white steam would be produced when poured on the water. At the same time, Buche also understood the situation, stood up tremblingly, squinted his eyes and tried to see the situation on the opposite side.

"Just close your eyes and rest for a while, so that you can recover faster." Zhao Mai stuffed the sword into his hand and stuffed some cactus strips into his mouth. "It's sour and bitter, but rich in nutrition, and it's good for you. Just think this is a carrot and eat it hard!"

"The enemy is here, right? I heard footsteps. How many are there, what weapons?"

"There are eleven people in total." Zhao Mai sighed: "They hold stone spears, stone hammers and hardwood sticks. I will try to communicate with them first. If you don't know the language here, don't talk, just be vicious."
Chapter completed!