Equipment Printing School Mage

The roots emitting scarlet glow swelled up high, and the other branches and roots that were originally in the center of the holy land had all broken off and turned into black debris at the bottom of the trunk.

The journey to the top of the Holy Oak Tree thus unreasonably turned into a long-distance off-road journey.

The branches of the sacred oak tree were completely filled with beech branches and leaves, and there was no way to get up. The sacred oak tree was now more like a hostage that had been tied up tightly than a hostage of the sacred beech tree.

Fenwei looked up at the sky. Even in this situation, the dark sky formed by the combined forces of the sacred trees suddenly revealed a gap. The once dark holy land welcomed the twinkling lights of the night sky.

"There is indeed light on a sunless and moonless night." After saying that, she shook her head: "Perhaps Korhal did it on purpose - in any case, the wilderness form is meaningless to an archdruid like Korhal."

She leaned forward, opened her mouth, and let out a hawk's cry, transforming into a giant eagle with a five-meter wingspan. Then, she flapped her wings, signaling the two to get on her back.

However, even so, the sky above the holy land was already filled with crisscrossing beech branches, making it somewhat more difficult for Fenwei to take off.

Halfway through, Fenwei felt a slight relief on his back.

This means that the silver has quietly drifted towards the Holy Oak.

At the top of the sacred oak tree, a dozen of the thickest branches swayed slightly in the wind, and all the druids in the circle had found their positions.

However, this originally solemn scene seemed a little ominous under the reflection of the ominous red light emitted by the sacred beech tree.

Emiya glanced in the direction of the sacred beech tree.

The two sacred trees had once been roughly equal in size. However, in just one day, the sacred beech tree had grown at an alarming rate, reaching over ten meters. Its canopy now extended halfway above the sacred oak. The other six sacred trees had been reduced to tiny black dots beneath the sacred beech, indistinguishable from other dwarf trees.

According to the rules of the competition, the winner will be decided when the crown of the sacred beech tree completely covers all other sacred trees.

Fenwei carried Emya to the top of the sacred oak tree, circled once, and then cast his angry gaze at Khar standing among the crowd.

At this time, when a meeting is held at a sacred tree over which a druid is responsible, it is the druid who should preside over the meeting and have him or her stand on the thickest branch.

And Khar, at this moment, was taking Fenwe's place as it should be, with a gentle smile on his face, looking at the giant eagle that Fenwe had transformed into.

Fenwei took a deep breath, brought Emilia to an empty branch, and changed back to his original form.

The crimson light of the beech trees shone on Korhal's face, turning the wrinkles on the old druid's face into dark abysses. His voice remained steady and gentle: "Fenwe, not only did you arrive last, but you also brought outsiders with you."

Fenwei remained expressionless, smiling brightly at Keha. "So, where is your closest subordinate, Munsong? Did you just let him go?"

Keha just nodded: "This is exactly the topic I will explain next-"

The holm oak tree was perhaps a hundred metres high, and at this height the winds were almost incessant.

The branches of the beech tree swayed in the deep night, causing the light and dark of Keha's face to constantly change.

He raised his voice, "During the few days I was away, I made several completely unexpected discoveries. Unfortunately, several of my comrades were ambushed and lost their lives."

"So, everyone present here is the entire membership of the Sharptooth Forest Circle."

Most of the druids present were still unaware of this news. This shocking news immediately caused a lot of discussion among the people on the oak tree.

Emiya raised her eyebrows: "Were they silenced because they discovered Moonsong's identity?"

Khar frowned and scanned Emiya from head to toe. After finding no identifying features, he said, "Mr. Mage, this is a druid meeting. Allowing you to observe is an exception in an emergency, but you have no right to speak."

Then he snorted coldly, "What's more, tonight is the first time you've revealed your appearance. Before this, you've been hiding your true self."

Emiya said calmly, "I had always felt that this ring was unreliable, but your men have successfully proven it. Will you explain this issue next?"

After three exchanges of words, the topic never strayed away from Moonsong. Keha shook his head: "I want to discuss Fenwei's problem first."

Fenwei's pupils dilated slightly: "Me?"

Emiya took a step forward and snorted coldly: "Very good. If we continue to discuss this one by one, Moonsong will be able to run further."

"Archdruid Korhal, I don't understand," Emya said calmly. "Your men have just thrown the Holy Land into chaos. You were simply out looking for allies, but you murdered three druids—and in just a few days, you accomplished such a feat."

"Why are you still able to confidently preside over this meeting?"

Fenwei breathed a sigh of relief and said loudly, "I think the most important issue at the moment is to immediately understand and eliminate the impact on the Holy Beech Tree, and secondly, to hunt down Moonsong—"

At this point, she stared intently at Korha and said, "Suppose it was really Moonsong who did all this, and not the other way around. Korha, as the most powerful druid in the circle, you can only use your power once every three months in an emergency. You used this authority to impose restrictions, so you'd better know what you've done."

The other druids exchanged glances, watching the beech branches creeping closer to them, and chimed in. Even Narcissus, who always clashed with Fenwë, remained silent.

"We are all equals within the Circle, so there are now four who agree with my proposal. That's two-thirds." Fenwei waved his hand. "Brother Korhal, please explain the current situation of the Holy Land and the responsibility you bear for it."

Korhal looked around silently, as if trying to engrave everyone's faces in his mind. Then he looked away: "Alright. This is the decision of the Circle. I obey."

Then, in his usual tone, he continued, "In short, Moonsong is in collusion with the outside world. The offering he made to the sacred beech tree contained a hidden secret. Although I discovered this in time, it was too late. Now I have no means to counter it."

He looked at the ugly state of the sacred beech tree, gripped its mottled branches with regret, and whispered, "Someone must have paid the price for its current state."

And out of the corner of his eyes, he was looking at Fenwei.

Fenwei frowned. "—A hidden secret?! Please give a detailed explanation."

Keha replied, "As one of my subordinates, Moonson displayed astonishing talent and ability in nurturing the sacred tree. However, I failed to foresee the conspiracy hidden behind his talent. After being exposed, Moonson chose to inspire his sacrifice in the most blasphemous way."

"What's his purpose?"

"He ran away."

A certain ominous premonition suddenly rushed into Fenwei's mind, which made her dizzy and almost vomit.

She pursed her lips and spoke each word through her teeth: "We are only the guardians of the sacred tree. We are not its masters. In fact, caring for the sacred forest is the shared responsibility of the druids - you should understand."

"of course."

"So, Korha." She no longer wanted to use the honorific. Her voice grew calm amidst her rage. "How is the Sacred Beech Tree doing now?"

Korhal was silent for a moment, then whispered, "Its vitality is being extracted in the most radical way. It will grow rapidly in the coming days, but the price is that it only has a few weeks left to live."

Fenwei's anger finally boiled over: "So, you mean to say that none of this has anything to do with you."

Keha nodded: "Yes."

She cried, "You want to say that Moonsong did it all!"

"Yes."

"The thousand-year-old sacred beech tree will soon run out of life in a few days, just so you can win the competition, complete your promotion, and become the Chief Druid of the Sharptooth Forest!!!"

"Please make no mistake." Keha shook his head without hesitation, "--I told you, this is all Moonsong's fault."

"Even if you are the only beneficiary of this incident?!"

Korhal replied sadly, "The sacred tree I was sworn to watch over is dying, and I have merely become the chief druid of the circle—how can that be considered a benefit?"

While everyone was arguing, the beech tree was still growing.

However, this ironclad fact caused the Huanhui to fall into silence for a short time.

Emya was observing the other druids' reactions.

They were also full of resentment at first, but when their gaze shifted to the branches of the beech tree, there was an inevitable hesitation in their eyes.

There were many doubts about this matter. But Korha was undoubtedly stronger than all of them. And it seemed that the winner of the competition was no longer in doubt.

By then, Khar will become the chief druid and will benefit from the holy land again - and by then, the gap between them and Khar will be even greater.

Druids are well aware of the law of survival of the fittest in nature.

To help the weak and suppress the strong, to uphold justice and eliminate evil, that is the code of the paladin, not the druid.

Emiya sighed, squeezed Fenwe's hand, and raised her voice to ensure that everyone present could hear every word clearly: "So, Mr. Korha, let me, an outsider, confirm one thing again - even if the sacred beech tree is in such a bad state. When its canopy covers the other sacred trees, you are still considered the winner?"

Keha replied calmly: "—I don't deserve it."

Emilia felt Fenwe's anger coming from her hands and sighed: "Then please watch carefully."

Then, he whispered a message to Yin.

In the silent, lightless night, a faint buzzing sound suddenly rang out.

Unknowingly, Emilia fell into the magic network's vision again.

And he also heard Yin's complaint: "Ahh, this is the first time I help a tree grow."

The flowing magic web was pumping the magic power from the earth into the sacred oak tree. The entire sacred tree seemed to have become a fountain of magic web, and countless magic power was gushing out from this spring.

Yin was currently standing on a branch of the Holy Oak, gently stroking its leaves. Even though the magic within the Holy Oak was as thick as the magma in an active volcano, she still shone as brightly as ever beside it.

From the moment the magic entered the body of the Holy Oak, there was a strange inconsistency in the speed of its flow.

When the magic power is swallowed by the holy tree through its roots, its flow will suddenly accelerate.

It wasn't simply that the speed increased, but the Holy Oak itself began to vibrate in an unusual way - as if its time was accelerated by hundreds or thousands of times.

This abnormality was immediately noticed by all the druids.

"……What happened?"

"The Holy Oak tree seems to be growing...quickly?!"

With every passing second, the oak tree sprouts new buds and its branches begin to expand outward.

The branches of the beech, which were originally baring their fangs and claws, began to be ruthlessly strangled one by one by the branches of the oak tree, and finally broke into pieces with a creaking sound and fell to the ground.

From the sky to the earth, the sound of teeth-grinding shattering could be heard everywhere, as if a giant python had tied up its prey and was making the final preparations before the meal.

Keha looked around in astonishment and said coldly: "—Fenwei! Mage! What have you done! "

The wizard shrugged. "As you can see, the sacred oak tree is probably growing at an extremely fast rate. Of course, its lifespan won't be shortened any further."

And with the strong nourishment of magic, its lifespan can only become longer.

The growth of the beech tree, which relied on desecration and the draining of its vitality by external objects, is becoming insignificant in the face of its even more powerful and rapid growth.

After just a few minutes, the distance between the druids increased by dozens of meters.

They stood there motionless, and the oak tree only sprouted countless new branches in this short period of time, growing dozens of meters taller.

At this moment, they finally broke away from the fence of darkness and were able to breathe freely under the sky - the density of the oak tree's branches and leaves was far from enough to cover the entire sky.

Emilia looked down from beneath the branches.

The crowns of the remaining seven trees were already beneath them.

The oak tree's growth finally stopped.

At this moment, a turquoise light rose from the earth, blooming in the air like fireworks and falling from the sky like a waterfall.

Fenwei stood in the center of the light and closed his eyes slightly.

The antlers on her head were made of keratin that had long since fallen off and could no longer grow.

In the turquoise glow, the horn crown slowly grew and extended, becoming more intricate and magnificent. From the gaps in her leafy robe, beautiful flowers gently blossomed.

Finally, a branch of the sacred oak tree gently lowered, wrapped a few tender branches around her hair, and dropped a few acorns onto her fingers, celebrating her inauguration.

Finwë took a deep breath and said calmly, "The [competition] has been decided. The Sacred Oak has surpassed all competitors. According to the decision of the Circle, the first chief druid of the Sharptooth Forest will be the sole guardian of the Sacred Oak. Druid Finwë."

The other druids looked at each other in astonishment, then saluted Fenwe in unison from a distance: "Chief Druid, Lord Fenwe."

Keha did not salute. He approached the two men in silence. There was no longer the confidence in his eyes as before, only the rage of choosing someone to devour.

He pursed his lips tightly, as if he couldn't suppress the anger in his chest otherwise.

"Lord Fenwei, how much does this victory have to do with you?"

Fenwei hesitated for a moment, then quietly held Emilia's hand. Then, with a heavy and self-deprecating expression, he said, "I don't deserve this."

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Under the dim night sky, the roar of the wind grew louder in the oak treetops.

Khaana's self-deprecating words, which had been considered complacent just a few minutes ago, turned into the perfect boomerang and hit him in the face.

The kind expression on the old man's face had disappeared into the darkness at some point.

Khar lowered his head and breathed in deep gulps of the cold summer night air.

Emiya wordlessly drew the longsword from her waist. "--Mr. Korha, no matter what your previous status in the Circle was, as long as you are still in the Circle, you are now a subordinate of the Chief Druid."

"But it seems that you still don't understand what etiquette is."

"——!" Keha raised his head. "I've said before that there's something I want to tell the Circle. However, this foreign mage has repeatedly interrupted me."

"And now, I still ask that this matter be reported to the Environmental Council."

And that matter was about Fenwei himself.

Fenwei said with a smile without hesitation, "I understand. However, cultivating the sacred tree is also very exhausting for me. I will allow you to submit this topic at sunrise tomorrow."

Having said this, she looked at the horizon in the east.