I Am the Minecraft Master, Not the God of Light!

Chapter 94 94. Let the Ancient Tree of Life Drink Some MC Milk When You Go Back

“Your Holiness, to be honest, my clan has already tried every possible way to save the Ancient Tree of Life.”

Fishley's tone was sincere, and her words were full of sorrow.

“The Spring of Life feeds back, the Dragon Clan's blood irrigates, the Druid mages sacrifice their lives… but the Ancient Tree of Life is still withering day by day.”

“Our only hope now is Dawn. If even Dawn, who has created countless impossible miracles, can't do it, I'm afraid the Ancient Tree of Life…”

Ian took a sip of tea and said softly:

“Don't worry, let me think about it.”

He didn't readily agree like he used to when performing incredible miracles.

The Ancient Tree of Life is not something that can be dealt with casually.

To use the words of the Primordial novels Ian had read before, the Ancient Tree of Life is to the Elven race, to the Rodri continent.

Its significance is no less than those top ten innate spiritual roots.

This time, if the problem of the Ancient Tree of Life is solved, it will be a small matter for the Elven Queen to come and meet him in person.

Ian's envisioned subjugation of the Elven race will solve the biggest problem, and it will be reasonable and legal to incorporate the Ancient Tree of Life into the Dawn Church's mythology system.

But that is, after all, the Ancient Tree of Life, the irreplaceable sacred object of the Elven race.

It is the source of life for the Elven race, the condensation and embodiment of the laws of life in the Rodri continent.

Solving the problem of the Ancient Tree of Life can be regarded as solving the stubborn diseases of the Rodri continent.

This cannot be taken lightly.

Even if it is not for the Elven race, but for the Rodri continent to persist longer under the Primordial Abyss, it must be resolved.

Ian's brain was running at high speed, thinking of a solution.

From Fishley's words, it can be judged that the situation encountered by the Ancient Tree of Life is actually due to the forbidden curse of the King of Greed.

From the perspective of the form of expression, that forbidden curse may be a curse.

But from the perspective of the MC world, whether it is a curse or a disease, it can actually be summarized into a concept.

Negative buff.

And negative buffs are not a big deal in the MC world.

The MC world has milk that can basically solve all negative buffs.

It's just…

Let the Ancient Tree of Life drink milk?

It sounds a bit bizarre and abstract!

In addition, based on the fact that the Ancient Tree of Life cannot essentially get rid of its plant nature, as long as it is a plant, bone meal can work.

So…

After thinking for a long time, Ian looked up at Fishley and said softly:

“The essence of the Ancient Tree of Life is the condensation and embodiment of the laws of life in the Rodri continent, so I cannot guarantee whether the problem of the Ancient Tree of Life can be solved.”

“But based on the King of Greed himself, if he cast a curse, perhaps the problem is not big.”

Saying that, Ian took out a few buckets of milk and handed Fishley a set of bone meal.

“This is a divine object bestowed by Dawn. You have seen bone meal. This is a treasure that can instantly catalyze the maturity of plants.”

“These are milk that can remove most curses. In theory, the curse of the King of Greed will be easily removed by milk.”

“You can take it back and try it first, irrigate the Ancient Tree of Life with milk, and then use bone meal to catalyze it.”

Fishley had only just joined the Dawn Church after all, and had not yet reached the point where Markoff and the others would believe Ian even if he said the sun was square.

She looked at the milk, then looked at Ian, and hesitated.

But when she picked it up, feeling the solid weight that was completely different from normal milk iron barrels, she inexplicably felt a sense of security in her heart.

“If it can be solved, naturally everyone will be happy. If it can't be solved, don't worry.”

Ian smiled and comforted Fishley, and said softly:

“If it really doesn't work, I can take a trip myself.”

Before, if milk and bone meal couldn't solve it, Ian would really be helpless.

But now it's different.

The witchcraft module has been added.

It will probably take Fishley half a month to return to the Elven race. This time is not enough for Ian to arm Resia and the others.

But if he works harder and gets the Master-level Healing Magic Wand, the Saint Realm Guardian Staff will not be a problem.

As long as he gets the Master-level Staff and some targeted spells, the problem of the Ancient Tree of Life?

If milk and bone meal can't solve it, can't the Hero Undying who can revive the dead solve it?

If the Hero Undying can't solve it, can't the Curse Removal that can forcibly remove all curse effects solve it?

As a last resort, if Curse Removal still can't solve it, then Ian will use a time-based spell, Time Lag, right?

If these spells really can't solve the problem of the Ancient Tree of Life, then it's easy to say.

Let's all raise the white flag and surrender.

The King of Greed's forbidden curse can even despise time, so what's the point of playing yo-yo?

There's a cheat, use it!

Of course, this is also a last resort. From the bottom of his heart, Ian doesn't want to take a trip himself.

It's the same to solve the problem. The things Ian casually bestows will solve this fatal problem when Fishley uses them.

The shocking effect produced by Ian personally going over to solve it is completely different.

As Pope, Ian must always pursue the maximization of the Dawn Church's brand.

But if it really can't be solved, then it's excusable to take a trip.

Although it will somewhat damage the Pope's face, no matter what, he can take this opportunity to personally subdue the Elven race.

Only a small, insignificant evangelistic lecture is needed.

…

Fishley is gone.

She only took the milk and bone meal, and didn't even call for Carifa and the others. She asked them to stay here first, and she rode two cloud-winged pegasus alone.

Abandoning everything and only pursuing the ultimate speed, she rushed towards the Elven Clan's territory.

However, even if she rides two horses alone, it will probably take her about five days of sleepless running to get back.

The Ancient Tree of Life is getting weaker day by day, and Fishley really has no time to delay.

Before leaving, Fishley also promised to report everything truthfully to the Elven Queen and strive to bring the Elven Queen back together next time.

So, although Fishley has just joined the church, she is still quite enlightened.

For this reason, Ian specially bestowed her a fully equipped enchanted bow.

Although Fishley is a mage, she may not be able to use it.

“Young Master Ian, can the Ancient Tree of Life be cured?”

Resia stood beside Ian, looking into the distance at Fishley, who was riding her horse and stepping on the sky, gradually disappearing into the distance.

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Fishley's exchange with Ian was never hidden from Resia and the others, and Ian would not hide it from them.

Apart from the essence of the MC World Gate, Ian really has nothing to hide from them.

“Probably.”

Ian retracted his gaze and smiled:

“Even if we can't save it this time, we can do it next time. Believe in the MC world.”

“So… is the increased frequency of the birth of the abyss really related to the Ancient Tree of Life?”

“Maybe, okay, stop thinking about these things.”

Ian interrupted Resia's question and said softly:

“Arrange the Elven race left in the Land of Beginning, tell Matthew that a suitable candidate for the Holy Chant Group has been sent to the door, and let him pay attention to it during this time.”

“I hope that before Fishley returns, these Elven races can make the right choice like Carifa and the others.”

Resia pursed her lips and smiled, and said softly:

“Understood, but there is no need to notify Bishop Matthew. In fact, not long ago, he also mentioned it to Butler Lear, and he also plans to include the Elven race into the White Book Pillar.”

“So, Matthew is a very qualified clergyman. However, remember to remind Lear to accept allegiance in my name. The basic framework cannot be changed.”

Ian stretched his waist, paused and then said:

“Hania is still in the city, right?”

“Yes, still managing the remaining Night Watcher training.”

“Let her come here to see me tomorrow.”

Ian turned around and led Resia and others upstairs, his tone leisurely.

“The Faceless Ones of the Black Book Pillar need a sufficiently loyal commander.”

“In that case, shouldn't we talk to her today?”

Ian shook his head and said softly:

“Go to the MC world first today. There is still a lot of important work to do. There is still a lot of oil to squeeze from the mage tower we found before.”

“Go back and survey the terrain. If it's suitable, our new base will be built there.”

“You also need to change your staffs as soon as possible, not only for the Twilight Forest exploration, but I have a hunch that we will use them soon.”

Accompanying the energy fluctuations of the MC World Gate, Ian and others once again plunged into the MC world for development.

Only Lear was left staring at the Land of Beginning.

After all, the war is about to begin, and someone still needs to pay attention to the Rodri continent.

…

On the other side.

Markoff and others also led the Dawn Knight Legion and the Night Watcher Legion, after more than a day of marching, to Canopy City.

Different from the prosperity and holiness of the Land of Beginning, Canopy City looks much simpler.

After all, the large-scale construction of Canopy City has not yet begun.

But even so, with the MC world's resource supply, buildings that guarantee people's livelihood have basically been completed.

Such as chicken farms, pig farms, farmland, etc.…

With these guarantees, the citizens of Canopy City have no worries about food and clothing, and are deeply engaged in the spiritual civilization construction of the Dawn Church every day.

As soon as Markoff and the others entered the city, they were welcomed by the believers.

Although the city construction of this city is temporarily not as good as the Land of Beginning, it is no less devout.

Accompanied by the tsunami of cheers, Markoff and others came to the church.

The current Canopy City has no city lord.

The current actual manager is the batch of Dawn Monks who came here before, and Doros is responsible for it.

“Commander Markoff.”

Doros, who was waiting for Markoff at the entrance of the church, quickly stepped forward with a look of reverence:

“The Night Watcher has already sent a message in advance, all preparations are ready, and the movements of Ginkgo City are also under our control.”

“Thank you for your hard work, Father Doros.”

Markoff smiled and nodded. Along with the new organizational structure of the Dawn Church, Doros's promotion letter came.

Ian finally fulfilled the pie he once drew for Doros, and the fulfillment time was so short.

After a group of people entered the back hall of the church and sat down, Markoff didn't waste any time and asked Doros directly.

“Please report the movements and detailed military intelligence of the Bilka Principality's army.”