Sheyan followed Mr. Ferrell's instructions and squinted his eyes to observe for a while. Suddenly, he said.
He suddenly said, "There does seem to be some differences. Why does the forest over there not look normal? It's sparse and short."
Mr. Ferrell said, "No, it's not.
"No, the forest over there looks sparse and short. Those are the normal growth forests. The abnormal ones are the trees in Fangorn Forest. Because they are taken care of by the Ents, each tree can grow healthily and is exceptionally strong. When an ordinary person enters Fangorn Forest, it can be said that every tree will monitor his actions. Every tree will laugh at him, hinder him, and report this person's situation to the Ents!"
"This is really tricky," Sheyan muttered to himself. Sheyan muttered to himself, "But if that's the case, the Ents must have attached great importance to these trees."
"Of course," said Mr. Ferrell, "they treat the trees as their own children."
The corners of Sheyan's mouth curled into a vicious smile.
"This is the second good news I've heard. If that's the case, then it'll be much easier."
Reef also breathed a sigh of relief.
"The Ents are creatures that live by taking root in the earth and bathing in the rain and dew. It can be said that they stand aloof from worldly affairs. It's impossible to find any weakness in them. But if there's something they care about, then at least we can find its weakness."
Mr. Ferrell suddenly said,
"Although most of the Ents in Fangorn Forest are peaceful, some Ents and wild Ents can be very vicious if they are angered. You must be mentally prepared."
Sheyan raised his eyebrows.
"Wild Ents?"
Melody walked up and said, "Everyone knows that Treebeard is a Ents.
"Among the current Ents, almost all of them follow Treebeard's ideology. The entire tribe is quite strong, but there are always some Ents who have different ideas from him, so they drift away from the tribe. But for the Ents, Fangorn Forest is a very suitable place to live, so those unsociable Ents stay. They don't listen to Treebeard's orders and do things their own way. That's why they're called wild Ents. "
Franklin glanced at Mr. Ferrell and opened his mouth, but he hesitated to speak.
Mr. Ferrell smiled bitterly and said, "Yes.
"Yes, my uncle and I are also wild Ents. My uncle's goal is simple, to surpass Treebeard."
"Then, is becoming the tribe's Sacred Mother Tree more suitable for the treants to grow and strengthen? Or stay in Fangorn Forest? "Sheyan suddenly asked a very sharp question.
"This is where many Ents and Treebeard differ. In fact, the fastest way for a Ent to grow is to become a Sacred Mother Tree, occupying all the aura in a place alone and being worshipped by others at all times. In fact, there are precedents for this. The World Tree Teldrassil was born in this way. Treebeard's opinion is that Ents should live from a viewpoint that transcends other races. "
Mr. Ferrell said calmly.
After hearing Mr. Ferrell's words, Sheyan pondered for a moment before replying.
"Since there is a certain amount of disagreement among the tree people, let's spend a few days to gather information about the situation in Fangorn Forest. Now, I have a basic clue. In short, Fangorn Forest must be in chaos before we have a chance to fish in troubled waters. "
*****
Early the next morning, the group set off again. Under the leadership of Mr. Ferrell, they first came to the west side of Fangorn Forest. Mr. Ferrell learned from the wind and the trees that this was an area where other creatures were more active. Wild Ents also appeared here. If this group of suspicious people were to move around here, the chances of being discovered were very small.
Looking at Fangorn Forest from afar and looking at it from up close were two different concepts. After entering the forest, the sound of wild pigeons could be heard all the time. Everything in the forest seemed to be in order. The vines no longer grew disorderly, but gently wrapped around the trees like a woman's arm.
Every tree was like a courteous gentleman, maintaining a perfect distance from the rest of the trees. This distance allowed them to absorb nutrients from the ground and share the sunlight, without any malicious competition.
When the wind blew, the leaves of the big tree swayed. It was as if the gaps between the leaves had formed many strange eyes, watching everyone's every move.
At this time, Mr. Ferrell was walking briskly in the forest. His strong and broad wooden shoulders carried Party Ace on his shoulders. The surface of their bodies exuded a faint green glow. This was a spell called "Natural Breathing" cast by Melody, which allowed them to completely blend into nature without being discovered.
Mr. Ferrell abruptly stopped and pointed at a creeping vine that was creeping along the ground. He earnestly said, "That's right.
He said seriously, "This is a trap set by a wild Ent. It looks like they're dealing with someone they hate."
As though to strengthen his persuasion, Mr. Ferrell stepped into the trap. A green radiance flickered, as numerous incomparably sharp thorns suddenly sprouted out from the rattan. The thorns even had eerie barbs on them. They coiled around Mr. Ferrell's sturdy tree leg like a snake, before leaving scratch marks on it. Evidently, if a normal person's flesh was coiled by the rattan, the consequence would undoubtedly be many palm-sized chunks of flesh being torn off.
At this time, the leaves rustled again. The wind brought information from afar. A faint burnt smell of firewood drifted into everyone's nostrils, followed by an unpleasant smell of burnt meat.
In just a heartbeat, Mr. Ferrell immediately strode in the direction of the smell. He walked very vigorously, but was very careful. He did not even touch the branches and leaves next to him. Or it could be said that the other plants were actively avoiding Mr. Ferrell.
Soon, a trembling howl came from afar. It was sharp, high-pitched, and full of pain. It was impossible to tell what the victim was trying to express. After crossing a stream, Mr. Ferrell's footsteps slowed down. Through the gaps in the forest, he could see the chaotic situation in the open space.
There were tents, bonfires, overturned army pots, twisted weapons, and pancakes of trampled flesh in the open space. It was not difficult to deduce what had happened. A small team entered Fangorn Forest and camped out for a night. Then, they were attacked when they tried to cook a pot of oatmeal in the morning. Unfortunately, they were defeated.
The enemy who defeated them was also a Ent.
Mr. Ferrell gazed at the Ent and said in a low voice, "That's right.
"I didn't expect Grubb to have already become a bloody Ent."
Under Mr. Fabre's guidance, Party Ace noticed that three of the branches and leaves on the head of the Ent named Grubb had been dyed red. This meant that he had killed at least three hundred aliens! His hands were stained with blood!
Grubb was very tall and sturdy, looking short and stout. His wooden arms had obvious thorns. At present, Grubb had his back facing the contestants. He had tied up the surviving dwarf and human with sturdy vines, and roasted them over the campfire.
The smell of cooked meat that Party Ace smelled came from here. In fact, Party Ace felt that this smell was no different from the smell of barbecued meat over a campfire. The flames slowly licked and roasted the bodies of the two victims. They seemed to be at least half cooked. Their screams began to weaken, but Grubb's low growl became louder. "Hey! Hey! Hey!
"You stupid, greedy vermin! I've warned you many, many times to stay away from the sacred Farah Forest, but you've never taken my warnings to heart! Now, enjoy the taste of the flames. Your souls and the sins you have committed will be purified in the vicious flames! "
Sheyan asked Mr. Ferrell in a low voice.
"Is this Ent an acquaintance of yours?"
Mr. Ferrell said bitterly.
"He was the one who escorted my uncle and me away from the border of the Farah Forest and warned us not to step into the Farah Forest again! He's the youngest grandson of Treebeard. "
"Then why did he attack these travelers?" Franklin asked doubtfully.
Sheyan then said, "That's right.
"Look at that tent."
At this time, the tents of these people were scattered, revealing a few pieces of fresh wood inside. Sheyan took a deep breath and said, "Saruman is ambitious.
"Saruman was ambitious and wanted to build a huge dam on the Isen River next to Isengard! This can be said to be killing three birds with one stone. First of all, the Isen River crossing, which is known as a natural barrier, will be even more dangerous. Once the enemy breaks through the line of defense, he can immediately open the gate and let the water flow. It's an extremely vicious and ruthless way to kill the enemy! "
"Secondly, after the dam is built, the water level near Isengard will rise, and some places that are easily accessible will become inaccessible. This will give Saruman's orc army a good place to hide! More importantly, after the dam is built, the water level upstream will rise, effectively blocking the Rohirrim army from marching straight into Isengard! "
"Therefore, Saruman must build a dam. However, building a dam requires a lot of high-quality wood. The wood is strong, light and resistant to water corrosion. Only the trees in the Fangorn Forest that are carefully taken care of by the Ents meet the requirements. Therefore, although Saruman wants to be on good terms with Treebeard on the surface, he has secretly offered a very high price to buy the wood of the Fangorn Forest in Isengard...."
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