There are water droplets on each seed, and they are very small, moistening the plush of the seeds.
It seems that the seeds outside are raining more and more intensively, covering the sky and the sun in patches, making the whole world become much darker, with only the snow-white seeds shining brightly.
"How could this happen?"
Thurnhill, who has lived for a long time, expressed his confusion: "Where did the water come from on the top of the tree?"
The environment here never rains, and all the water is groundwater and lakes where groundwater accumulates.
Cheng Qianxun stretched out her hand again and took one, but she alertly discovered a bigger problem: "Look" and handed over the seed.
Thernhill also saw that there was already a small amount of ice on the seeds.
Although there was very little and it melted in an instant, I still saw it.
Because of the ice, the seeds fell slightly faster than before.
She turned around and looked outside.
After thinking for a while, she came to the conclusion: "It's not that there is water on it, but that the temperature has become lower, just like there are dew on the plants in the morning."
"Does that have anything to do with the oracle you just mentioned?"
Thurnhill quickly thought of it.
She looked at the natural tree seeds floating in the sky and said meaningfully: "Then let's see how low the temperature will be..."
Extreme temperatures mean that not only everything dies, but even people cannot survive.
She had seen this situation before, everything was frozen into ice, and everything seemed to be covered in ice and snow.
Thurnhill gasped.
Although he probably had never seen what extreme cold was, he already understood: "Is a catastrophe coming?"
"What is coming will come.
There are some things that can't be helped," she replied calmly.
The lords behind him finally understood the meaning and all came over to greet them: "Then what should we do?"
"How should we do it?"
"Everyone," Thernhill turned around and treated him with a confident and stable attitude: "Please go back to your room and rest first.
I will consider a more appropriate plan with this lady from the God Clan.
Don't worry, I will always There will be a way to get through it.
Maybe this winter will be longer and colder.”
Such calm words gave the lords reassurance.
Their eyes turned to her again.
In order to stabilize the situation, Cheng Qianxun naturally had to hold his head high and his chest high, acting as if nothing was a problem.
Do you want to panic?
Let everything go into chaos before it happens The lords then put their hands on their chests, bowed slightly and bowed before leaving.
Thernhill also tilted his head slightly to return the salute, still wearing a charming smile on his face.
Wait until the lord leaves.
Thurnhill let out a long breath: "It seems we really need to discuss it carefully.
There is no wine here.
Come to my room.
I already feel the chill."
Of course, it's not just a private appointment with Thurnhill.
He was accompanied by his son and the steward.
After entering the room.
Thurnhill came to the table and poured wine: "Dear Cheng, it seems that there are many questions waiting for you now.
Asking questions will also waste time.
You can enjoy the wine..."
Two glasses had been poured, and Thurnhill came over with a wine glass.
He handed one glass to her and held the other cup: "Talk about what you know, because you don't want to see our tree fall.
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The elves have been wiped out.
"It's a disaster."
He clinked glasses with her and took a sip.
Look at her drinking.
Simply called stunning.
I have seen many men with outstanding appearance, but this one is the only one who is not threatening when drinking, and is so beautiful that people dare not blaspheme.
She also took a sip, turned around and walked to the chair next to her: "It seems it's story time, and I need a place to sit."
After sitting down, Omrod also went to pour two glasses of wine, one of which was given to Elleras.
The three elves found a seat and sat down, waiting to hear what she had to say.
To be honest, she doesn't want the elves to perish.
Everyone loves beauty.
It would be a pity for such a beautiful and spiritual race to perish.
Although they are a bit arrogant and proud, they love nature, do not kill easily, and will not use animal furs for decoration.
Everything is obtained for the basic needs of life, and they will replace it with plants, even if they can be replaced by plants.
If it takes a little more time, even if it doesn't look good, I will do it.
As a creature at the top of the food chain, it is not easy to be so kind.
She also told the truth: "The oracle is that the tree will wither.
My power is limited and I cannot withstand long-term consumption.
Maybe one or two days will be enough, but if it is ten days and a half, there is nothing I can do."
"The time is not long, is it really that short?"
Thurnhill once again grasped the key.
If disaster strikes, the shorter the natural time, the better.
"Yes, two months at most."
She answered firmly.
The reason for reaching such a conclusion is experience.
Experience told her that the superiors would not give her much time, including testing.
If the time is too long, the most she will see is the tragedy in the world, but she will still heartlessly try every means to stay alive, even if she is the only one left.
Two months is enough It seems that Omrod breathed a sigh of relief, but unexpectedly, by then, this tree may not be able to withstand the cold.
Once the tree of nature dies, the elves will become like humans, aging and dying.
That would break the elves' living habits, and it might be a devastating blow to the elves, who have always let their emotions take their own course and have a very low birth rate.
But she couldn't talk about this issue at this time.
She wanted to save her life first.
She asked: "Is the castle built in the roots of a tree?"
"Yes," Thernhill replied: "I moved the kingdom here, cleared out debris from the tree roots, dug holes one by one without hurting the tree roots, and built rooms."
This is a good choice.
As the sacred tree of the elves, the palace will be rebuilt here, and the elves will not dare to be hostile.
If there is any foreign invasion, everyone will come to support.
Because the tree dies, the elves will also be unlucky.
"Then we can't live here."
She replied in a very affirmative tone: "Is there a place that is warm and can accommodate all the elves?
It also needs to be able to light a fire."
If the tree dies or the temperature is low, the roots may collapse and break, and this place that has not fallen down for thousands of years will become a tomb.
Thurnhill heard the meaning, closed his eyes, and took a deep breath: "Is it really impossible to save it?"
What cannot be saved is the tree.
She understands: "Let nature take its course and let fate happen.
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Maybe we can survive it.
What we have to consider now is how to save the lives of all the elves."
Even if the tree dies, the elves are at least still alive.
Thurnhill stood up holding the wine glass, walked back and forth slowly, then drank the wine in the glass in one gulp, walked to the table, picked up the wine jug and poured the wine, and gave the order decisively: "Elleras, go Please come all the lords."
"Yes" Alelas put down his wine glass and walked out quickly.
"Omrod."
Thernhill poured the wine and turned to Elleras: "Help me get more wine glasses and food.
The lord and I are very busy tonight."
"Yes, father."
Omrod also went out.
Thurnhill walked over holding the wine glass, his eyes sparkling like gems: "There is no one else here now.
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