Chapter 85 The True Form of Treebeard

Fang Senyan was lying in the hollow of that large rock, his whole body soaked in the precious earth pulp. For humans, this stuff was just a combination of burn cream, antibiotics, and nutrient solution, not very useful. But for treants, these elemental creatures, it was a great tonic.

At this time, in the eyes of the treant Iron Thorn, the glittering, constantly churning precious earth pulp was rapidly decreasing in a crazy manner! In a short period of time, it was absorbed by more than half! It was as if there was an invisible mouth, desperately gulping it down!

And judging from the situation, the rapid decline of the earth pulp showed no sign of slowing down. It seemed intent on sucking it dry!

You must know! Although this earth pulp is a great tonic for treants, consuming too much at once is a terrible thing. It's like everyone knows that a century-old ginseng is a great tonic, but what if you ate two pounds of it in one meal? You'd probably be skinned alive if you didn't die.

Under normal circumstances, treants don't dare to drink this stuff directly. Instead, they slowly absorb it through their roots. The only outcome of drinking a few mouthfuls directly is to take root and lose consciousness, immediately transforming from a treant into a towering tree... The earth pulp that Fang Senyan was using to soak would take Grab at least a year or two to consume completely.

However, this astonishing fact was right in front of Iron Thorn's eyes. This human being was actually absorbing all the earth pulp in just a few dozen seconds!

What was even more bizarre was that he also looked bewildered, as if he didn't know what was happening at all.

Suddenly, a feeling of immense fear surged from the depths of Iron Thorn's heart. That feeling of fear was very crude, as if a rude and savage man had ruthlessly torn open his psychological defenses, and then arrogantly stuffed that suffocating fear inside to wreak havoc!

Iron Thorn instinctively wanted to move and escape, but he immediately realized that his already quite broken body was unable to accept his control!

In the next second, both Iron Thorn and Fang Senyan saw in horror/surprise that five long, pitch-black tendrils actually wriggled out from Fang Senyan's fingertips. They had both the winding nature of plant roots and the lithe agility of biological tentacles. In an instant, they twisted like snakes in the air, crossed a distance of five or six meters, and lightly wrapped around the treant Iron Thorn's neck, then effortlessly pierced into it!

Iron Thorn froze instantly, life leaving his body at an indescribable speed. The treant's massive, heavy body crashed to its knees and collapsed, scattering like a pile of rotten blocks. It looked like moss would grow all over it in a few days, and it would eventually merge completely with the earth.

Fang Senyan was equally stunned by this scene. The black tendrils quickly retracted and disappeared into his body. There were no related prompts in the battle log. If the precious earth pulp in the stone hollow hadn't dried up and Iron Thorn's body hadn't been there, Fang Senyan would have really had the illusion that nothing had happened.

However, when Fang Senyan looked inside his body, he found that the Solar Ladder had turned pure black, retracted all the tentacles, and completely fallen into a state of dormancy. The ability of the Virus Monarch had also turned gray, and it was obviously unusable.

However, for Fang Senyan, elemental creatures like treants were inherently immune to disease, so whether or not he had this ability didn't matter. This ability wasn't planned for in the first place.

As the saying goes, plans can't keep up with changes. Fang Senyan was still considering how to conceive a plan, step by step, to meet Treebeard first.

But now that Iron Thorn was dead, he was the prime suspect. As long as he was discovered by any treant, then without a doubt, his "one-day tour of the Treebeard tribe" would have to be declared over.

So, at this time, Fang Senyan had no retreat. He was forced to advance towards the depths of the valley. He was already prepared. He tore open a magic scroll and cast a second-tier divine spell on himself: Nature's Breath. This allowed him to completely merge into nature. Then, he gritted his teeth and quickly snuck into the depths of the valley.

The further into the valley he went, the richer the vegetation felt. Even many flowers that shouldn't be blooming at this time were blooming in splendor. The soil on the ground was also quite moist. Stepping on it, he would sink halfway in silently. What squeezed out of the soil didn't seem to be water at all, but fertile oil.

If aerial photography technology were available at this time, taking a photo of Fangorn Forest would reveal that the vegetation in this forest was much lusher than the surrounding forests. And the central area of Fangorn Forest was even more amazingly vibrant, as if a mountain had suddenly risen in the center of the entire forest! But in reality, that mountain didn't exist at all, it was entirely composed of vigorously growing vegetation!

The valley gradually sloped downwards. Fang Senyan continued to walk for about a kilometer, all along roads that the treants usually tread. Saying they were roads just meant they were passages without tall trees blocking them.

It could be seen that the treants hadn't visited Treebeard for a long time. The grass and shrubs on this road had grown densely, with no signs of being trampled. These obstacles, which reached the treants' shins, wouldn't hinder their progress, but for Fang Senyan, they would reach his waist, greatly affecting his speed.

The road ahead finally came to an end. Fang Senyan found himself in a small underground basin. Because the road to enter here was actually sloping downwards, the upper edges of the basin were actually level with the ground.

Unlike the lush vitality outside, the basin was barren. Everywhere could be seen winding and undulating giant root systems. Even on the brown rocks of the basin's edge walls, there were dense plate-like root systems tightly biting into the rocks, even giving people the illusion of frantically plundering the earth.

After seeing such a scene, Fang Senyan also felt a deep sense of awe in his heart!

His gaze traced up these large root systems, finally arriving at their source. There, remarkably, was a short, massive old tree.

The trunk of this old tree was at most five or six meters tall, but it was as swollen as a super-sized wine barrel. Its diameter at breast height was at least twenty or thirty meters. At first glance, it looked somewhat similar to the baobab trees on the African savanna in the real world.

But the old tree only had branches, no leaves. Its branches were all a tender pinkish-green, forming a sharp contrast with the ancient, weathered bark.

Occupying the entire basin space was just this one tree!

This one indescribably short and fat old tree!

In the direction directly facing Fang Senyan, there was a huge "sky"-shaped depression in the short, thick trunk. A treant was sitting steadily in that depression, motionless.

The treant's form was no different from that of most treants: burly, strong, massive, and rough!

The only difference from other treants was that the branches and leaves on its head had turned gray, and aerial roots were growing on its hands and feet, looking like horse manes, very flowing.

One meter in front of this treant, seven seeds were suspended in mid-air. The seeds were about the size of ping-pong balls, with very mysterious and strange patterns on the surface. At first glance, they looked like golden walnuts, and that golden light seemed like freshly smelted gold, hot, flowing, and dazzling.

Clearly, this was Treebeard.

This was the golden fruit that Saruman couldn't forget!!

Fang Senyan was now in a dilemma.

No wonder Saruman felt it was so difficult to obtain the golden fruit with his strength.

Inside such a large basin, apart from the bare rocks, there were only those jagged and terrifying tree roots. That is to say, to get the golden fruit, he had to cross that long distance of fifty meters. Even if he got the fruit safely, he would undoubtedly have to face the pursuit of Treebeard and its large tree body. Fang Senyan absolutely didn't believe that the thick tree roots spread throughout the valley were just for viewing.

"What to do?" At this time, Fang Senyan first thought of arson again. But what could be used for arson in that basin? And as soon as a fire started here, the treants would definitely rush back to save it, and even if he got the golden fruit, he wouldn't be able to escape.

"Then can I try to persuade it?" Fang Senyan immediately rejected this whimsical idea.

In that instant, his mind raced, and more than a dozen plans flashed through his mind, but he rejected them all one by one.

But at this moment, Fang Senyan, who was lying prone in the grass, suddenly felt that something was wrong. He looked closely and realized that, without knowing when, two black tendrils had once again extended from the fingertips of his right middle finger and index finger, and were constantly lengthening, winding forward!

The black Solar Ladder, which had fallen into a state of slumber inside Fang Senyan's body, had awakened strangely without knowing when. It was now frantically mobilizing the energy inside Fang Senyan's body, fiercely sucking it, and gathering all its energy on those two black tendrils!

The directions in which the two black tendrils extended were not the same. One black tendril slowly traveled through the soil, and then wound up the rock in a concealed way, silently piercing into the jagged giant root closest to him, and then quietly stopped moving.

The other black tendril continued to grow like a blood vessel, winding slowly and resolutely towards the golden fruit suspended in the air in a serpentine manner.