Fandral was the oldest, most experienced, and most powerful high-grade Druid in the Emerald Dream.
Of course, he was also an undisputed grade 4 Great Druid.
Meanwhile, among the Elven Kingdom's Druids, there were only two Tier 4 Great Druids. One of them was Fandral, the chief elder of the elder council, and the other one was Desain, a well-respected big druid with many admirers and followers.
On the other hand, the Druid Oracle that was favored by the Forest Origin Yurga only had the strength of a Grade 3 Druid. He wasn't the strongest among the Druids.
Of course, this had to do with the difficulty of finding and nurturing an Oracle that was compatible with the God's origin. On the other hand, it had to do with the Druid Sect's loose, free, and uncompromising style.
If it were the Human Gods, their Oracles would definitely have a smooth journey, allowing them to quickly complete their lives and reach the pinnacle of their profession, becoming a grade 4 powerhouse.
This would also be of greater help to the Gods.
However, the Druids believed in the Way of Nature and did not like to do things that were out of their league. They preferred to study and polish their Way of Nature bit by bit through the daily trifles of being close to nature. Hence, 400 years ago, when the previous Druid Oracle died of natural causes and his soul returned to the Oak Tree, this newly promoted Druid Oracle slowly rose to grade 3.
If he wanted to become a Tier 4 Great Druid, he would need at least two to three hundred years of training.
"Fandral, I wish to see Lord Yurga!" Although she had become a true God, the Moonlight Goddess still treated Yurga's Divine Servant with the utmost respect, like an elf girl seeking guidance.
"My apologies, Lady Mivi!" Fandral shook his head regretfully, "Lord Yurga has fallen into a deep slumber. It is estimated that he will not respond to any calls from the outside world for the next 300 to 400 years …"
This was actually a huge aftereffect of Yurga, the Forest Origin Yurga's path to godhood.
Strictly speaking, Yurga, the Forest Origin Yurga was a divine creation formed by the combination of the boundless Magic Forest's life force and the soul of the legendary Great Druid. Although he had the support of the Druid community, most of his faith came from the vast Magic Forest.
If Yurga, the source of the forest, was too active and active, it would consume the vitality and vitality of this magical forest. If he chose to hibernate, he would be able to reduce the demand and consumption of this huge forest for his Divine Kingdom. This would also be beneficial to the development and expansion of the Magical Phantasm Forest.
That was why Yurga, the source of the forest, had developed this habit. He would hide somewhere in the Magic Forest and fall into a deep sleep, no longer responding to the prayers of the Druid believers and natural creatures.
Unknowingly, this Druid's Oracle had become the most pitiful of all the Oracles.
Not only were they often unable to find their own gods, but most of the time, their prayers and pleas were like stones thrown into the ocean, with no response at all. Fortunately, Druids were known as the Sons of Nature of the Magic Forest. They could passively receive nourishment from the Magic Forest's mana and soul.
The Magic Forest itself seemed to be able to respond to the Druid's Oracle's need for divine power. Although they could not be as extravagant as the other Oracles, they could still respond to every request. Moreover, their power and effectiveness were among the best among the Oracles.
Hearing that the Forest Origin had once again fallen into a deep sleep, even the Moonlight Goddess could not help but smile helplessly.
Just when the Moonlight Goddess thought that she was going to return empty-handed, the Great Druid Fandral smiled and replied, "Don't worry, Madam Mivi! Although Lord Yurga is in a deep sleep, before he fell asleep, he had given an order for the Druid Order to assist you with all our strength. So, if you have any difficulties, the Druid Order is willing to share your burden! "
"Really?" At this moment, even the Moonlight Goddess was overjoyed.
Within the Elven Kingdom, nearly 40% to 50% of the Druids chose to join the Elven Army, becoming the main spellcasters of the various elite elven armies. In addition, 10% to 20% of the Druids chose to travel freely and live in seclusion, rarely getting involved in the affairs of the world. As for the remaining 30% to 40% of the Druids, they closely united around the Druid Elder Council and formed the Druid Order, becoming a strange religious armed force.
But these Druids who were willing to join the Druid Sect were all experts in their own fields. They were the cream of the crop in the industry. Even the Elven Kingdom had to invite the masters of the Druid Order from time to time to act as instructors for the Druids in the army.
Therefore, the Druid Order in the Emerald Dream was full of talents and had a good reputation throughout the Calan Continent.
With the affirmation of the Great Druid, the consciousness incarnation of the Moonlight Goddess Mivi became more and more excited. She immediately pulled Fandral and began to discuss the matter of joining forces to kill the evil witches.
Soon, up to 200 Druids joined the camp of the Moonlight Temple and began to cooperate with the believers of the Moonlight Goddess to search for traces of the evil witches.
… …
At this time, the originator of all evil, the heavily damaged giant floating ship, had already dragged its remains back to the isolated island in the sea.
This place had just experienced a war and was in a difficult and long period of recovery.
When Grimm led the witches down from the floating ship, what they saw was a bloody battlefield full of desolation and corpses. Between the rugged black rocks, there were grotesquely shaped corpses of the Seafolk.
Yes, they were indeed the corpses of the Seafolk!
These dead Seafolk were covered in disgusting wrinkled skin and fine scales. Their bodies were also covered in a layer of slippery mucus.
They had long and narrow heads and humanoid bodies, but the ends of their limbs and most of their bodies were covered in fish scales. Their legs seemed to have evolved from some kind of fin. They were soft and not as strong as land creatures, but they could still support their ugly and disgusting bodies.
Seriously speaking, their appearance was somewhat similar to the Marsh Fishmen that Grimm encountered in the Lance Plane. However, the Marsh Fishmen were more like humans, and these Seafolk still had obvious traces of sea creatures.
Grimm looked at the corpses of the Seafolk and found that most of them were killed by metal bullets. Their bodies were very flexible, and they had protective mucous membranes. These were the prerequisites for them to be able to land.
But correspondingly, their bodies were too soft, and the fish scales were too thin. They could not defend against hard weapons. Not to mention the powerful metal bullets of the Battle Magic Machines, even a small rock thrown at them would cause considerable damage to their bodies.
Using the A.I. Chip's scanning and x-ray ability, Grimm secretly shook his head and sighed while examining the internal structure of the Ocean Warrior's body.
How could they be qualified as Seafolk with such body conditions?
Their legs were weak, they could not run fast, and they did not have any sturdy armor or weapons. At least, beside the dead Seafolk, Grimm only saw a few crude spears made from coral at the bottom of the sea. These Seafolk could only win with numbers!
When Grimm stood up and looked at the sea around the island, he saw countless floating corpses and ferocious sea creatures that swam and devoured them.
As if shocked by the huge metallic body of the floating ship, the chattering and whistling sounds on the surface of the sea suddenly stopped. Grimm even used his sharp vision to see the silhouettes of many Seafolk sneaking back into the deep waters.
To humans, the sky was a mysterious realm that they could not reach. To the Oceanic Empire and the sea creatures, the land was their unreachable 'sky'! As for the real sky, it was like the universe beyond the sky. It was a terrifying realm that they did not even dare to imagine.
The nobles and Seafolk spellcasters might be greedy and have thoughts of plundering the land. But to the sky, most of the intelligent Seafolk did not dare to have any evil thoughts other than reverence!
Therefore, to such a huge metal mountain that could easily control the sky, the Seafolk could not find any other feelings other than fear.
Grimm had arranged for another powerful Magic Machine Warrior, the Goblin Army, to stay on the island, and a small team of Magic Machines led by it.
After Grimm returned to the island, he immediately listened to the detailed report of the situation from the Goblin.
After listening to the Goblin's detailed description, Grimm learned that in the 20 days since he left with the floating ship, the island had been besieged by the Seafolk's army more than ten times. In the first large-scale attack, there were no less than 20 Rank-1 and Rank-2 Seafolk powerhouses.
Of course, these grotesque and ugly Seafolk experts were all taken care of by the Goblins who had pseudo-Grade 2 strength. After killing five Seafolk powerhouses (including two Rank-2), the rest of the Seafolk scattered and no longer dared to fight with the Goblin on land.
When the Goblin reported to Grimm, he emphasized his evaluation of the Seafolk powerhouses. There was only one word to describe them. Weak.
To be honest, after accompanying Grimm to two or three planes, although this newly promoted Goblin had the basic strength of a Rank-2, he was still lacking in various aspects. But in his eyes, the individual strength of these Rank-2 powerhouses in the Faern Plane could not even compare to the Rank-1 elite Sorcerers of the Sorcerer World.
When they raised their rusty and corroded metal spears and sabers and smashed them against the indestructible metal bodies of the goblins, when their feeble water arrows hit the chest of the goblins, the innate fragility of the Seafolk was reduced to a pile of rotten meat that could be trampled and destroyed at any time in front of the terrifying killing machines of the goblins.
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