Comprehensive network wizard, magic emperor

Chapter 45 The Tree Shepherd

Before the rainstorm came, there was a grand and gentle gale, accompanied by a drizzle. Each water droplet was the size of a mung bean, plump and firm, and it hurt the skin when it hit the body. The children were so soaked that they ran away with their heads in their hands.

The townspeople who were still staying on the streets shouted and ran home wildly. Soon the streets were empty, allowing the wind to blow in and the rain to pour down.

The moment the last child entered the house, the drizzle turned into a thick curtain of water that stretched from sky to earth. The howling of the wind gradually became shrill, the string of beads between heaven and earth was blown tilted, and the ten million raindrops that shattered near the ground bloomed into a sea of ​​silver low flowers.

Doors were bolted shut, windows locked and sealed. Blue smoke drifted from beneath the pointed rain caps of the chimneys, shredding in the wind and dissolving in the rain. Children, waiting for lunch, crouched on the small windowsill, watching the film of water trickling down the thin glass, hazy as a thick, colorless fog.

Lin Bo put away his umbrella. It was useless to hold it in such weather. When the strong wind brought a light rain, he stopped and recited his real name.

"(True Word) Wind."

The airflow sensed by the tactile sense all over the body swirled along the mage's body at his command, like a cocoon wrapped around his body. He maintained control of the airflow while continuing to move forward.

The oncoming rain was caught up by the high-speed whirlwind on his body surface, swirled around him, and flew out horizontally.

Taking shelter in this invisible and colorless air cocoon, Lin Bo was able to avoid being drenched.

The strong wind flowed against his skin, making his windbreaker and trousers tremble. When it penetrated the gaps in his mask, the airflow slowed down, allowing him to breathe steadily.

Then, a sudden downpour that spanned the sky and earth came crashing down, hitting the tiny air mass on the mage's body. At the moment of collision under the overwhelming wind pressure, hundreds of raindrops broke through the cocoon and pounced on him.

"Whoosh——" The mage was stopped by the oncoming impact. He stood still, stretched out his hand through the air cocoon, felt the strong wind from the outside, and slowly pulled the hurricane's turbulent airflow into the air cocoon around him.

Instead of fighting against this natural disaster, he obeyed the power of the violent atmosphere and moved with the flow, allowing the air mass around him to open up from a closed posture to the outside world, and transform from a reef in the river into a whirlpool in the water.

The external wind is like a whip. The stronger it is, the faster the air cocoon on the surface of the body will be whipped like a top.

The rain is once again isolated on the outside of the high-speed air mass.

Lin Bo took a step forward, his feet supported by the wind, and he floated three steps close to the ground. He focused most of his attention on maintaining the air around him and slowly walked towards the woods.

In the world of a massive downpour, the muddy streets were as damp as soup. Women in the suburbs of Shita Town gazed out their windows at the chicken coops, worried about the fate of their livestock. Idle men ate lunch and went back to bed. Children wrote and drew on the misted glass.

Draw two vertical lines and a curved arc on the glass, forming the classic ":)" smiling face. Through this smiling face, the boy from the small town sees the figure walking in the suburbs from afar.

After wiping the window, the figure in the distance became clearer and clearer, like a black bean rolling on a silver canvas.

He was worried that the man had nowhere to go and needed help, so he called out to his mother in panic. But by the time his mother came, the distant figure had already vanished into the depths of the vast rain. The child was slapped on the head by his angry mother and held his head in grievance.

The strong wind was slowed down by the forest, and the dense canopy of leaves shook with a dense rustling sound.

The night watchman found a fir tree trembling in the wind at the edge of the woods. The trees around it had fallen down, but it now stood alone.

He sat cross-legged next to the fir tree, one hand on the bark.

The air around him dissipated, and he endured the cold rain together with the giant tree beside him. He opened his body and mind and listened to the sounds of nature that were suppressed by the natural disaster.

The dripping water from the treetops brought a mournful, helpless sigh from the fir trees. The palms of my hands felt the wood of the tree being pulled back and forth, crackling and fracturing. The long-buried roots had already been largely severed by the intense tug.

It only seems to be still standing, but in fact it has no chance of surviving the disaster.

The tree will die, but the forest will live on. The forest will live on, but the tree will die. It whimpers in the hurricane, telling the wizard its life story, its magical words nearly drowned in the roar of the wind and rain.

Click, click——

From last night to today, the fir tree, which had withstood a series of hurricane attacks, was exhausted both physically and mentally and was finally pulled down by the strong wind. The trunk tilted greatly, and the soil softened by rain could not hold the remaining roots. The roots emerged from the ground like long snakes shedding their skin.

With a dull creaking sound, the heavy fir wood pressed down on the night watchman who was sitting cross-kneel under the tree.

He still held onto the trunk with one hand, but it was unable to stop the shadow from growing larger and larger above his head. As the roots of the tree continued to break away from the ground, the speed of the tree's body falling down became faster and faster. Even a rhino or elephant would die miserably under such heavy pressure.

"(True Word) Yew."

The cedar tree, which was about to fall down completely, was bound by a strong curse, and its crooked trunk was firmly nailed in the air.

The wizard had opened his eyes. He looked up at the fallen tree trunk and slowly stood up. The cedar tree was then lifted up by the power of the spell.

Through touch, Lin Bo could hear its tired whispers. Its broken roots had left the soil and could no longer survive. This hurricane was its end.

"(Magic words) Don't give up." The Night Watchman persuaded gently, "(Magic words) Let me help you."

Lin Bo sensed the dense tree roots. They were shallowly rooted, mainly distributed on the soil surface, extending horizontally. As most of the lateral roots were broken, they lost the ability to fix themselves on the ground.

If it wants to survive this hurricane, it needs to take root deeper and need other trees to help it withstand the wind. It cannot survive alone, so it must hide in the forest.

Although it is said that a moving person lives and a moving tree dies, it is now time to change.

Lin Bo took out a homemade whale oil mental potion from the player's backpack, pried open a corner of the mask, poured the liquid into his mouth and swallowed it.

"(Magic words) Let's go."

The remaining roots of the fir tree emerged from the soil, curled up into a ball, and the heavy tree body hung in the air, following the tiny wizard step by step towards the woodland.

Trekking through the brush, Lin Bo found a small opening on the outskirts of the forest and set the fir tree down. Using his Life Control technique, the tree's roots stretched and extended, burrowing into the softened soil, avoiding rocks and taking root deep inside.

When they reach the appropriate depth, the roots expand outwards, and while ensuring strength, the roots are stretched as long as possible to hold more soil.

Lin Bo released the flow control technique that was blessing the tree trunk, but it still stood upright in the same place.

At this time, there are still many cracks in the wood of the tree. The fibers that are completely broken into two halves cannot be mended by the Life Control Technique. Lin Bo can only control the extension and meshing of the fibers, splicing them together like a mortise and tenon structure, so as to maintain the structural strength.

If you saw this fir tree in half, you can see overlapping mortise and tenon joints in the cross section, like whirlpools in a disk.

"Thank you." The fir tree let out a long sigh. At this moment, it was in the forest, resisting the passing hurricane together with thousands of other trees. The drizzle falling from its leaf canopy was like a joyful laugh.

The wizard patted the bark as a farewell and turned to inquire about the other trees.

A few hours later, the rain stopped and the wind died down. A large pit appeared where the fir tree had been. The water was as big as a pond, and many fine broken roots were exposed in the uneven soil.

Lin Bo stared at these broken roots as he passed by. Although they were once part of the fir tree, when they were separated from the main body, the true name of the fir tree could no longer restrain them, and they needed to be controlled by the true name of the roots.

He was now soaked all over, and his hands and feet were cold from the rain. If he could soak in warm water, it would definitely feel very comfortable.

There is no bathtub in the lighthouse. The lighthouse keeper usually bathes by sitting in a low wooden tub and wiping his body with a wet towel.

The master decided to make a wooden bathtub for himself. He chose a fallen pine tree. He had previously discovered the true name of this type of tree in the forest. He then chanted the mantra and pulled up the fallen tree.

It was an ordinary pine tree, barely three meters tall and less than a man's arms wide. At the mage's command, its roots curled up, its branches gathered into a bundle, and it resembled a thick, dark green arrow. Lin Bo held it with one hand as he strolled toward the lighthouse.

Passing by the outskirts of Stone Tower Town, the night watchman in windbreaker and mask suddenly stopped and turned his head to look at the young boy from the small town standing in the field not far away.

The other person ran out of the house alone, just wanting to find the figure walking in the rain. Now that he saw it, he was so shocked that he couldn't move. He stared at the face of the three-eyed black skull, and his hands and feet kept shaking.

A hoarse electrical noise floated from beneath the skull mask, like the wind blowing from a distant valley.

The wizard raised his finger to his lips, signaling the boy to keep it a secret.

Then he walked away with the floating pine tree.

The boy from the small town cried for his mother and ran back home, saying that he saw a man herding trees, and then was slapped on the head. He felt wronged but did not cry. He just remembered the skeleton raising a finger to its lips, and then he realized that he had revealed the secret, so he quickly covered his mouth and hid in the quilt.

"Are you not feeling well? Why don't you let Dad take you to the lighthouse now while it's not raining?" Mother came over and asked.

"No, mother, please sew my mouth shut with a sewing needle."

"What a foolish thing to say."

"Really, Mom, I want to keep a secret. It's very important, very important..."

The secret about the tree shepherd.

Chapter 46: The Night of Expelling the Waves

Lighthouse second floor.

A fresh pine tub was added to the bathroom floor.

The wooden barrel has a peculiar shape, with no seams on the top or bottom, as if it were hollowed out from a huge wooden stake. The surface is smooth and delicate without a trace of burrs, and has the same warmth as leather. When poured with hot water, it emits a pleasant fragrance.

Lin Bo was very satisfied with the new furniture.

A hurricane taught him a lot of new true name runes.

The most common things were various rocks and trees, bricks, granite, pebbles, sandstone, etc., pine trees, fir trees, oak trees and various shrubs, as well as streams that swollen after rainwater gathered. He once sat cross-legged in the waist-deep turbulent water and found out the true name of water.

Now he used the Fierce Control Technique to heat the clean rainwater and soaked his body in it, driving away the cold and relaxing his nerves.

He wanted to take a nap, but his frequent meditation kept his body and mind active, and he couldn't find a trace of sleepiness in his mind.

So the night watchman stood up, chanted his true name, let the water marks leave his body surface, and gathered the dirty water in the basin into a ball, which turned into a waterfall, flew out of the window, and fell outside the wall.

There was still a slight dampness on his body. He chanted the true name of his skin and used the Fierce Control Technique to shake it lightly, which produced a fine mist of water, and his whole body became completely dry.

In inclement weather, the skylight fades before the sun sets, and the lighthouse must be turned on when darkness descends upon the land and sea. Lin Bo purchased a sufficient amount of whale oil in advance to meet the power consumption of the extended working hours.

At night, it was still time to work hard. He sat at his desk. In his field of vision, besides the book in his hand, there was also a steel bullet hanging in the air.

If he is completely immersed in his studies, his control technique will be interrupted and the iron balls will fall with a sound.

This was his way of training his mental strength. Reading and understanding the knowledge in books was already a task that required great concentration. Lin Bo then used the flow control technique to control the iron ball, putting himself in a dilemma.

Lin Bo bought a set of materials for the "Concentration of Mind and Action" on the Zongwang player trading platform, using calming the mind as the key to developing unconscious potential.

He tried to make the maintenance of the control technique an instinct that did not require any thought, so that he could keep the iron ball suspended in the air while concentrating on learning.

Boom!

An unknown amount of time passed before the sound of an iron ball hitting the table startled him from his study. Lin Bo rubbed his forehead. Consuming mana while studying and thinking simultaneously was very draining.

The pouring wind and rain were still raging. Lin Bo walked to the window and looked at the dark courtyard. Even though this was the highest point on the cape, the accumulated water was almost submerging the base of the lighthouse.

He had passed through Shita Town during the day. The ditches and waterways that discharge floodwaters were already swollen. If it rained so heavily tonight, there was a high possibility of flooding. The houses in the low-lying areas of the town would most likely be submerged.

Even though hurricanes strike every year and coastal residents have made every possible defense, disasters still strike suddenly. No hurricane goes away peacefully; it always takes a few lives.

Lin Bo drank a whale oil potion and went to the third floor to check the generator set and the automatic winding motor that had just been assembled last week. This was a machine he developed himself that could wind the rotating device at regular intervals.

Everything was normal, and the night watchman was relieved. He decided to leave his post without permission, and before leaving, he asked the iron guards to keep an eye on the house. Of course, he spoke in Knin, which the robots couldn't understand. It was just a necessary ritual to convey the sense of ritual. Someone had to be watching over the house.

Lin Bo walked to the door and looked at the wet windbreaker on the coat rack, hesitating whether to take a new one, but thinking that he would be soaked again soon, he just put on the wet clothes, put on the wizard's face, picked up a whale oil lamp, and hurried away.

Iron One walked to the window on the third floor and waved goodbye to the small heat source that was moving away at high speed in the infrared field of view.

The flood discharge channel in Shita Town is overflowing and the surface water level is rising continuously.

Almost every household had lights on.

Under the dim blue whale oil lamplight, muddy water like yellow soup rushed into the house through the crack in the door. Adults held basins and children held cups of water and tried their best to pour the accumulated water out of the window. The old man used a chisel to poke rags and worn jackets into the crack in the door to reinforce it.

They shouted "Hurry up!" and "Get out of the way!", but the roar of the wind and rain outside the house did not stop, making the words they shouted unclear.

This experience is the childhood impression of many coastal residents. Every time a hurricane hits, their homes are in chaos.

Wei Li and Qiao Lun sat on the bed. The world at their feet had become a swamp. The accumulated water poured in endlessly and continued to rise. They were powerless to stop it. They could only hold the lamp and watch the river of death rushing towards them.