Above the mage!

Chapter 265: Ice Jade Wutong
"Unknown creature, female, 11cm tall, 1-2kg in weight, light bones, slender body, with wings, able to fly, sensitive nervous system, fast reaction speed, extremely high intelligence, energy flowing inside the body, possessing extraordinary strength."

A simple model of Flora has emerged in Gode's mind.

Even though Flora did not use any special abilities, Mandela's Eye's [Insight] ability still detected some subtle energy flows in Flora, thus inferring that Flora possessed extraordinary powers.

Although it is very crude, the potential of this ability has undoubtedly been fully demonstrated.

The next moment, the golden symbol in Gaode’s left eye disappeared.

He has removed the Mandela Eye.

The [Insight] ability is useful, but it consumes a lot of power.

In just a short moment, half a drop of his liquid mana had been consumed.

However, Gaode can accept this kind of consumption.

After all, this is a second-level Mandela Demon Eye, and he is only a first-level wizard, which is already considered a cross-level.

"Mage, your eyes are right again."

On this side, Flora was relentless and flew to Gode, staring at his left eye which had returned to normal, as if she wanted Gode to give her an explanation.

"Lady Flora's speaking the common language is getting better and better." Goder praised.

At the beginning, they could only communicate through telepathy.

But as time passed, Flora was able to speak the common language fluently without realizing it.

Even when he was learning the Ace language, Flora, who was listening in, also mastered the language.

"Lady Flora has a great talent for languages~" he praised her half-coaxingly and half-sincerely.

"Of course!" Flora looked up at Godard and instantly forgot the previous topic.

The sun is shining in the sky.

The geographical core of Phoenix.

Here, the rich magic power is almost condensed into substance.

When Godard entered Phoenix, he was slightly surprised by the rich magic of Phoenix.

Because in any corner of this city, the concentration of magic power can reach "10" which is only available in the basic training room of Seres Academy.

At that time, he concluded that the core of Phoenix must be a high-level spiritual land, but he could not determine its specific level.

The fact is, Phoenix's spiritual land is an astonishing fifth-level spiritual land.

In this spiritual land, in addition to the rich magic power, there is also powerful ice element energy that is everywhere.

But this is nothing. What is truly shocking is that in the very center of the spiritual land, a sacred tree that seems to be made of ice crystals is swaying in the wind.

The tree is not very big, only about three meters tall. It is transparent and emits a faint blue light.

Its trunk is straight and smooth, as if it were carved from the purest ice crystals. Every inch of it has a crystal clear texture, and you can even see the veins in the tree.

There are some tiny cracks on the crystal clear ice trunk, and a faint blue light shines through these cracks, as if the source of life of the tree is flowing.

The branches are slender and elegant, and each branch is like a work of art carefully carved by an artist, with an indescribable beauty.

The leaves also appear in the shape of ice crystals, and each leaf shines brightly in the sun. From a distance, they don't look like leaves, but more like countless diamonds inlaid on the branches.

These ice crystal leaves sway gently in the breeze, making crisp sounds, like the sound of nature.

The leaves seemed to be able to breathe, constantly emitting a faint chill.

But this kind of coldness does not make people feel uncomfortable, but gives people a sense of refreshment.

Its roots are deeply rooted in the ground, as if it has become one with the earth.

The whole tree exudes a sacred and solemn atmosphere.

"Mother Zhan, there are two more cracks on the Ice Jade Wutong tree today." Under the tree, a middle-aged man in a robe made of animal skin nervously reported to the young woman beside him.

The young woman had long flowing silver hair, deep blue eyes, and a chill emanating from her body that seemed to come from the same source as the icy jade phoenix tree.

Behind her was a longbow that was as tall as a man and seemed to be made of ice crystals. It shone like an icy jade phoenix tree in the sunlight, exuding an awe-inspiring and powerful aura.

Seeing this ice bow, the identity of the young woman became clear.

The master of [Blizzard], Sunaifah.

"This situation has never appeared in previous records." Sunaifa frowned slightly.

"The Ice Jade Wutong is the patron saint tree of Phoenix. Any abnormality of it may bring unexpected changes to Phoenix." A trace of worry flashed in her eyes.

The middle-aged man nodded, his expression becoming more nervous. "Mother Zhan, I checked carefully. The environment in the spiritual land has not changed at all. There are no signs of external attack on the Ice Jade Wutong, and there are no other creatures. These cracks seem to have been caused by the Ice Jade Wutong itself."

Sunaifa's gaze lingered on the Ice Jade Wutong tree for a while, and then he stretched out his fair palm and gently stroked the two new cracks that appeared on the Ice Jade Wutong tree.

She closed her eyes slightly, as if she was feeling something.

After a moment, Sunaifa opened his eyes, and a light flashed in his dark blue eyes.

"The power of the ice element on the Ice Jade Wutong tree is weakening."

"This..." The middle-aged man's heart tightened. Although the appearance of cracks itself was not a good sign, the weakening of the power of the ice element was what truly indicated that some bad changes were taking place in the Ice Jade Wutong.

Sunaifa took a deep breath and felt worried as well.

The changes in Bingyu Wutong are by no means trivial.

"Call all the elders of the clan and hold an emergency meeting to pool our brains and see if we can find the cause and solution. If Bingyu Wutong's condition is allowed to continue to deteriorate, the consequences will be disastrous," she said.

"Yes, Mother Zhan, I will arrange it right away." The middle-aged man nodded immediately.

The emergency meeting was held in the Elders' Hall.

The Elders' Hall is a huge circular gray stone building, covering an area of ​​more than a thousand square meters, and the exterior walls of the building are made of neatly laid stones.

Outside the Elders' Hall, there are hunters in armor acting as patrol soldiers, looking around vigilantly, looking solemn and dignified.

As the notice of convening an emergency meeting was passed down, all the elders of the Zhenbing Tribe immediately put down their work and rushed to the Elders' Hall.

This included Elder Grant, who was busy with interrogation and "revenge".

"Grant, I heard that you arrested a few people in the city last night. You are a farmer of golden wheat, but you still worry about such things. You are really dedicated. Just don't overstep your responsibilities. After all, some things are not your responsibility. If you insist on getting involved, it will always be bad."

Elder Grant, who had just arrived outside the Elders' Hall, ran into an old man wearing a silver robe embroidered with a wolf totem.

It was Donald, the great elder of the Zhenbing tribe.

Donald is a very tall man, and despite his age, he still maintains a strong physique.

His hair and beard were gray and neatly combed.

A pair of eyes as sharp as an eagle were deeply sunken in the eye sockets, as if they could see through people's hearts, and there was an unquestionable majesty and coldness in his eyes.

He had a broad forehead, deep wrinkles between his brows, and the corners of his mouth drooped slightly, revealing an aura of majesty without even being angry.

Grant's face froze, and he looked at the other person's face, which seemed to have no expression, and cursed fiercely in his heart. You are so lucky.

When he came, he already knew the reason for the emergency meeting - something went wrong with "Bing Yu Wutong".

For the Zhenbing tribe, the matter of Bingyu Wutong is absolutely the top priority.

In front of Bingyu Wutong, other things were considered trivial matters and could only be put aside temporarily, including the interrogation.

As the saying goes, the longer the night, the more dreams one may have. If the matter of Bingyu Wutong is not resolved in time and is delayed for a period of time, with Donald's means, he will definitely find a way to suppress the ice nematode infestation that framed him.

Grant felt extremely upset when he thought about this.

However, Grant still pretended to be calm and replied calmly: "Great Elder, this was something that Zhan Mu asked me to do, so it cannot be said that I am overstepping my authority. Moreover, those people are suspected of murdering our Jinhui Mai. Jinhui Mai is something I am responsible for, so naturally this matter is also closely related to me."

Donald nodded slightly as if the matter had nothing to do with him, and agreed: "I see, that's true."

As they were talking, the two of them had already entered the door of the Elders' Hall together, turned a corner, and came to the meeting room.

In the spacious room, there was an extremely long stone table.

There are dozens of chairs placed on both sides of the long table.

At this time, the dozens of chairs were almost full of people, all of whom were the elders of the Zhenbing tribe.

Most of them were whispering to the people next to them.

At the front of the long table, there are two main seats.

That is the position of the War Mother and the Great Elder.

As Donald walked in, many elders in the room stood up and called out "Grand Elder".

Donald responded with a smile and made a gesture, indicating that everyone should sit down and not be polite. Then he walked to the seat on the left of the two main seats and sat down.

In the culture of the Zhenbing tribe, the right is respected.

Those elders who stood up to greet Donald were all reformists, on the side of the great elder, accounting for four-fifths of all people.

The remaining elders who did not stand up were the conservative party.

In fact, a few years ago, the ratio between conservatives and reformists was even greater.

However, after Sunaifa returned with [Snowstorm], many people who still had faith in their ancestors switched to the Conservative Party.

Grant also found his seat and sat down.

The chair he sat on was located in the lower middle of the long table.

This position is also a symbol of their status in the clan - although Elder Grant is not the least powerful among all the elders, he is only in the lower middle level.

After all, although Jinhuimai is important, it can only be considered a "technical job" and it is hard labor.

As Donald took his seat, the conversation in the conference room gradually died down.

Almost everyone is here, except for the War Mother Sunaifah.

I didn't have to wait too long before a young woman wearing a dark blue battle suit decorated with silver patterns walked in.

As soon as she came in, she took off the cloak covering her head, revealing her smooth silver-white hair.

Sunaifah was very young, with delicate and three-dimensional facial features. Judging from her appearance, she looked more like a noble lady than a war mother. However, her deep icy eyes gave her a powerful aura that was different from that of a noble lady.

She walked straight to the empty main seat and sat down without any ceremony, and said straight to the point:

"I have also informed you in advance of the reason for calling everyone here."

"The Ice Jade Wutong tree began to develop cracks inexplicably half a month ago. At first, only one crack would appear every one or two days, but now, two or three new cracks appear every day."

"I just went to see the Ice Jade Wutong today. Not only are there more and more cracks, but the ice elemental power in its body has also begun to weaken."

Sunaifa's voice was low and powerful, carrying an invisible sense of oppression that made everyone present straighten their bodies involuntarily.

"The Ice Jade Wutong is not only the patron saint tree of our tribe, but also the core of the Phoenix. If something goes wrong with it, it will have a huge impact on our tribe."

“We have to work hard to get to the root of the problem.”

The atmosphere in the meeting room gradually became solemn.

Everyone looked at each other, and no one dared to speak first.

"Could it be a problem with the spiritual land?" Finally, Donald spoke up to break the silence.

"I checked, and there is nothing wrong with the spiritual land. Neither the magic concentration nor the power of ice elements are any different from before." Sunaifa said.

"Could it be some disease or insect pest?" Grant, who had just experienced an ice nematode infestation, was very alert and proposed another possibility.

"An insect infestation is unlikely. Considering the situation of the Ice Jade Wutong tree, no insect can survive in such extreme cold." Before Sunaifa could respond, another elder sitting opposite Grant had already spoken up to deny this hypothesis.

Grant thought about it and didn't insist, because the temperature of the Ice Jade Wutong body was even lower than minus 100 degrees.

Few creatures can withstand such extreme cold. Even in the entire Zhenbing tribe, few people dare to touch the Ice Jade Wutong tree directly.

"As for the disease, it is somewhat possible, but the Ice Jade Wutong is a sacred tree that only exists in the world. Even if a high-level magic plant master from outside the country comes, it will be difficult to find the problem with the Ice Jade Wutong, right? Not to mention us rough people," the elder said again.

The people of the North are a nomadic people. Although their Ice Tribe no longer needs to lead a nomadic life due to Phoenix's excellent geographical location, they still have very little knowledge of planting - volcanic land is their only planting area.

"I have also considered the possibilities you mentioned. After inspection, they should be unrelated. The causes of these cracks do not seem to be from external factors, but more like factors of the Bingyu Wutong itself." Sunaifa said in a cold voice.

Everyone present fell into deep thought after hearing this.

Sunaifa was not surprised by this situation.

If Bingyu Wutong's problem was so easy to solve, she wouldn't have needed to hold this emergency meeting.

"Elder Grant has been in charge of the cultivation of Golden Wheat for so many years and is very experienced. He should be the one who knows the most about cultivation among us. He is also the number one planting expert in our tribe. Why don't we let Elder Grant give it a try to see if he can find out the problem?" Donald suddenly spoke in the dead silence.

As soon as these words were spoken, everyone's eyes turned to Grant, who was also in deep thought.

Grant's expression suddenly tightened when he saw this - how could he not know his own weight?
It is true that he is a little better than others, but that is just the difference of one person being fifty steps ahead and the pot calling the kettle black. He cannot be called an expert at all.

Donald's words, though seemingly casual, were actually putting him on the fire.

"What does Elder Grant think?" Donald added fuel to the fire.

Grant didn't know how to answer for a moment and subconsciously glanced at Sunaifa.

Naturally, he wanted to refuse.

But in this situation, if he refused, he would not only lose his own face, but also Sunaifa's face.

After all, he is on Sunaifa's side.

But if I agree to it, what's the point except wasting time? Maybe I will delay things because of this little time wasted.

For a moment, Grant felt caught in a dilemma, and secretly hated Donald for his cunning and lack of awareness of the overall situation.

The Bingyu Wutong issue concerns the entire Zhenbing tribe. Under such circumstances, this old guy still wants to take advantage of the issue. He is really shameless!
Just as Grant was cursing Donald in his heart, suddenly a figure flashed through his mind in a flash, giving him a startle.

Although I am not an expert, I do know a real expert!
(End of this chapter)