Chapter 212: Puzzle

The undead on Shadow Island are mostly poor people.
So Rhod simply burned them all to help them settle down-Rhod fully believed that after purifying Shadow Island, Maokai's heirs would make good use of their last legacy.
After all the dust had settled, the entire forest returned to calm, and Lu Zian also got rid of the control of Mode Caesar-but the son of death seems to have sequelae, and Lu Zian's face is now pale.
(Don’t ask me why black people can look pale!)
"You shouldn't have shot?" When Rod returned from the cremation of the undead, the tired Lu Zian finally couldn't help but sigh. "In this case, you shouldn't be able to say anything--"
"No, only I can shoot at this time." Looking at Lu Zian's incomprehension, Rod shook his head slightly. "Only I have fought head-on with Hekarim before."
"You mean..." After hearing Rod say this, Lu Zian obviously also read his implication, "For them, this is just a temptation?"
"That's right." Rod nodded slightly. "Except for temptation, I really can't think of why Mode Caesar and Kalsas would leave their old nest and fight on a terrain that is beneficial to us."
Lu Xi'an nodded slightly — indeed, now I think, the appearance of these undeads is indeed strange, but...I can't stand it every time I see the undead, so I rushed straight up.
Now think about it, these undead seas really have their own appearance, and there is no difference between those goods encountered in Bilgewater.
"So it's better for me to shoot," Rod said with a shrug. "Anyway, after cleaning up Hekarim, enough information has been exposed, and I don't care to tell me more-and Yorick and Maokai Not the same, you should never shoot them directly?"
Yorick and Maokai glanced at each other, and both nodded silently.
"I didn't say you." Rhode turned to look at Lu Zian. "Can you not be so impulsive-I know you carry a lot, but... I know that hatred can bring strength and make people twist, I never I have heard that hatred is impulsive!"
"Uh……"
Lu Xi'an was speechless.
The cause of everything is indeed his own. Rhodes and his team could have relied on the cover of the woods to make the entire counterattack watertight, but Lu Xi’an’s rash attack not only caused himself serious injuries, but even almost forced everyone to confess, which is very It shouldn't be.
As a Demasian, Lu Zian felt guilty about this situation...
But Rhode waved his hand to stop his apology.
"I always think that language is often meaningless-especially when you are determined, if you really want to make a change, just do it, don't say it, if there is anything, wait until Sina is rescued, you Talk to her slowly, nobody disturbs you."
Lu Zian nodded to show that he understood, and then turned around and quickly climbed to a tall dry tree-he needed to be quiet for a while.
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"It's a clever little guy." After Lu Zian left, Mao Kai came over and whispered to Rod, "It seems that you have experienced some things and have a different understanding of hatred. ."
"Conquering hatred is not a simple matter." Looking at Mao Kai in front of him, Rod shrugged. "Actually, I'm more curious about why you can come out-if you say hatred... your experience may be Darker than me?"
Rhode obviously meant something. After all, Mao Kai’s heir died dead in the curse of Fuguang Island turning into Shadow Island-this can be said to be worse than Rhode. I don’t know how many orders of magnitude, and died countless. Sons, grandsons, great grandsons...
In the true sense of the dead account book.
But now it seems that this twisted tree spirit is not very distorted except for his appearance. He even has a mood to tell jokes, make faces, and even make an explosion son!
It seems that hatred doesn't leave a deep mark on Maokai-Rhode is also curious about it.
"Because I am a tree."
Mao Kai’s answer is very short.
Indeed, because Mao Kai is not a person, but a tree.
In fact, Rode still guessed something wrong about Mao Kai's experience.
When the curse of the King of Destruction erupted, the dead trees...most of them were Maokai's grandchildren, and there were very few trees of children and grandchildren.
But even so, when he woke up again, Mao Kai was almost distorted by this unforgettable hatred.
But Maokai is a tree.
Countless years of wind, frost, rain and snow, and countless years of rain and wind blowing, Mao Kai quietly took root on Fuguang Island, growing on Fuguang Island, looking on Fuguang Island, thinking on Fuguang Island.
The tree spirit is emotional, but as a natural elf, Mao Kai's emotion is obviously different from Rhode's imagination.
For Maokai, in the big family of Shujing~EbookFREE.me~ he is not a parent-Maokai's parents are mothers of the earth, which is a natural rule.
This rule is that spring and autumn come and go, everything is glorious and withered; it is the change of years, the old and the sick.
Maokai will grieve and grieve because of the loss of children, but will never collapse, because the mother of the earth will always watch Maokai-after waking up from the curse, Maokai who tried to take root has already understood.
Although the land was polluted and cursed and twisted by herself, Mother Earth’s support and tolerance for her was as usual.
So Mao Kai has been fighting optimistically with the undead.
One year is not enough for two years, two years is not enough for three years... hundreds of years have passed, and the guerrilla warfare between Maokai and the undead has continued.
Because the earth has always been at Mao Kai’s feet, because every time Mao Kai took down his own roots, the mother of the earth was soothing his pain.
Looking at Mao Kai with a smiling face, Rod was silent.
The twisted tree spirit once again took roots, turning himself into a big tree, and merged into this once dense forest.
At the edge of the forest, a few twisted saplings sprang out of the ground quietly, alerting the enemies that might appear.
"A dubious fellow."
If there is no sorrow, why does Mao Kai like to turn himself into a tree?
Rhode knew that this was the only thing Mao Kai could do to accompany the children who died in the curse.
Time seemed to come to the night, and the black mist on Shadow Island began to thicken.
With a snap of his fingers, Rod lit a flame out of thin air and began to wait quietly for the next day.

Don't ask me where I am going, I slept for 15 hours, and now I still can't respond! ! !