Mythical Creatures Strategy Guide

The gray elves' life trees are almost all planted next to their treehouses. Some people's life trees are tall and thick, bearing beautiful fruit; some people's life trees are crooked and sparse; some people's life trees like to twine around the trees next to them and grow haphazardly; some people's life trees never produce a sound all year round, just silently growing a few grayish leaves.

When kids in the gray area quarrel as children, the most vicious thing they say isn't to insult each other's parents, but to say that the other person's life tree looks like poop.

Yinye once cursed someone like that, and then her grandmother chased after her with a wooden spoon and beat her.

At this moment, all those life trees were moving.

It's the tree roots that are moving!

The trunks of the life trees swayed gently, and soft rustling sounds came from beneath the ground. The soil bulged, as if something was pushing upwards from below.

"My tree!"

"Get down now!"

"Who buried something under this cursed tree?!"

A gray elf youth hugged his family's life tree and cried, "Don't scare me! I'll never pick your fruit again!"

Yinye's face turned pale instantly, and the silver-leaf tea tree outside the window was also swaying. Its branches swayed against the windowsill, and the ground beneath the trunk bulged up, as if a hand was pushing it upwards from below.

"My life tree!"

Yinye turned and ran toward the hoisting ladder.

"Gin-yaku, wait!"

Arthur grabbed her by the back of her collar.

Yinye was lifted off the ground, her limbs flailing wildly: "Let me go! I want to get down!"

"It'll be faster if I take you down."

After Arthur finished speaking, he carried the silver leaf in his left hand and the holy sword in his right, and jumped directly off the treehouse platform!

"Wa ...

Silver Leaf's scream pierced the night sky.

Seeing this, Ella's eyes lit up: "Me too!"

Just as she was about to jump, her grandmother grabbed her tail. Looking up at her, her grandmother said, "You come up the ladder."

Ella asked, looking aggrieved, "Why can Arthur jump?"

"You're too heavy, don't trample my vegetables."

Ella looked down at her feet and obediently switched to using the hanging ladder.

Audrey was gone. She leaped from the railing, using the tree trunks and suspension bridge for leverage several times, and landed silently on the ground, faster than Arthur.

Grandmother was the last to leave. She slowly descended the ladder, while Yinye below stamped her feet anxiously, crying, "Grandmother, hurry up!"

"What's the rush?" Grandmother said slowly. "My legs are legs, not your mouth. They can't move that fast."

The crowd quickly gathered around the silver leaf tea tree.

The silver-leaved life tree grows directly below the treehouse. Its trunk is very straight, and its leaves are a beautiful silvery-gray.

Now, its roots are slowly bulging. The soil is pushing upwards little by little, the trunk is swaying gently, and the leaves are rustling.

Yinye knelt beside the tree, her hands pressed against the ground, her eyes red with anxiety: "Don't move!"

Arthur stood guard on the left, sword in hand, while Audrey crouched on the right, both staring intently at the bulging earth.

Ella lay on the ground, sniffing around, her nose almost burrowing into the soil.

Grandmother stood behind Yinye, a kitchen knife that had appeared in her hand at some point.

Yinye turned her head and saw the knife, startled: "Grandmother, what are you doing with a knife?"

Grandmother looked down at the bulging mud: "If something bad crawls out, we'll have to chop it off first."

The same applies to other areas within the gray zone.

A group of grey elves surrounded each tree of life. Some carried shovels, some pots, and some even used door panels as shields. A grey elf child, just awakened, hugged his tree of life and wailed, while his father comforted him and dragged him away.

"Buzz—!!!"

The fourth sound from the sacred tree came from afar. This time, all the trees of life shook violently at the same time!

As if urged on by this sound, the soil beneath the ground bulged up at a rapid pace!

Silver Leaf was so nervous that her teeth chattered, and she started babbling incoherently: "Let me make this clear first, if it's a bug that crawls out, Ella, you go first. You're not afraid of bugs."

The next second, the soil suddenly cracked open!

Yinye's voice stopped abruptly, and everyone tensed up at the same time.

A sliver of golden light peeked through a crack in the soil.

The golden light was very thin, emerging from the black soil. Then, a second, a third, and a fourth point appeared, and the golden light grew brighter and brighter.

Arthur immediately raised his sword and stood in front of Silverleaf: "Step back."

Yinye didn't retreat. She stared at the light, as if frozen in place.

She doesn't sense any danger.

The soil cracked even wider, and finally, the golden light emerged from the earth.

It's a single line of text.

Golden lettering.

It resembles a thin leaf, or a nameplate without a physical form, floating slowly in the air, making the surrounding soil shine.

Yinye couldn't understand it. But she knew it was the ancient language of the spirits.

Legend has it that when the sacred tree first spoke, the leaves spelled out a language in the wind.

She held out her hand. Arthur frowned: "Silverleaf, watch out!"

"It's alright," Yinye said softly.

She cupped the line of golden light in her hands, and the Tree of Life suddenly fell silent.

All the shaking of the life trees stopped. The silvery-gray leaves drooped down one by one, as if bowing their heads to her.

The golden ancient spirit token was very light, as light as a breeze. But when Silver Leaf held it, it felt heavy.

She looked down at her palm.

The words slowly spun in her hand. Her grandmother walked to her side, the wrinkles on her face trembling slightly in the golden light.

Yinye looked up: "Grandmother, what does this say?"

Grandmother opened her mouth, then closed it again, as if she had suddenly forgotten how to speak.

Yinye had never seen her grandmother like this before: "Grandmother?"

Grandmother reached out, her fingertips trembling as she touched the lines of golden ancient script: "This is the name."

Yinye was taken aback: "Name? Whose name?"

Grandmother watched her, while in the distance, the gray elves cried out in surprise, for something else was breaking through the earth beneath their Tree of Life. Tiny golden lights were everywhere, like countless stars falling into the gray realm.

Grandmother said, word by word, "This is the true name of the royal spirit."

Silver Leaf's ears perked up little by little as she looked down at the line of golden characters in her palm.

It's beautiful. Beautiful like someone who, when they were alive, shyly covered their mouth when they laughed.

"What does it mean?" Silver Leaf asked, her voice trembling.

"Estella," Grandmother said slowly, "that's her name, Estella."

Estella.

"This..." Yinye's voice was hoarse and trembling, "This is her? This is her!"

Arthur and Audrey exchanged a serious glance.

"How did her name end up under my life tree?" Silver Leaf's ears perked up. "I didn't steal it! Grandmother, I really didn't steal it!"

Exclamations came one after another from afar.

"I have some too!"

"Mine's out too!"

"What is this written? Does anyone recognize ancient Ling language? Stop crowding around and go call the old man!"

"Don't poke me with the shovel! Are your eyes on your butt?"

"Holy crap, why isn't mine one of these? It's a mole instead!!"