Wizard: Starts with Advanced Meditation

In fact, this should be the true effect of the Ashwood Potion.

As for the abandoned land, the mortals did not have enough magic power to nourish the gray wood, which is why this effect could not be achieved.

"..."

Meanwhile, as the monsters stopped pouring in, everyone gradually discovered the current situation in the passage.

At this moment, thick gray tree branches had already woven a wooden barrier in the passage, blocking the way between the magical beasts.

Embedded within the walls were numerous pierced monsters, as well as five nailed frostback trolls.

Yes, they are dead.

Just now, some branches pierced directly from their heads, and even with their strong regenerative abilities, there was nothing they could do at this moment.

Now, their massive, dead bodies have instead formed a wall of flesh and blood, passively "resisting" the invasion of the monsters behind them, together with the gray wood barrier.

As for the group of level one magical beasts? They could only futilely gnaw and charge at the barrier blocking their way, or activate their demonic organs to destroy the tree branches.

"..."

The reversal came so suddenly that everyone fell silent for a moment upon seeing it.

The fireball that Bilim had just condensed halfway in his hand almost went out of control.

"...What...what kind of magic potion is this?!"

He stared blankly at the giant gray branch that had impaled the troll and the monster together in the passage, and couldn't help but gasp.

"I just remembered, Hughes, you're a potion master too!"

Meanwhile, Jaeiro, who was standing to the side, put aside his previous confusion and gently slapped his forehead, saying:

"Your potion is actually effective against Frostback Trolls, that's amazing."

The few elves of the Chelca family exchanged smiles, their sense of crisis finally easing.

However, no one dared to delay, since their real enemy was not the monsters, but the strange crystals that controlled them.

So, after quickly dealing with several monsters that had rushed in ahead of them, they swiftly flew into another passage.

……

Shortly after

"Dig Page, when do you expect to finish your conversation?"

Along the way, while listening to the grinding of the teeth of the monsters coming from next door, Jaeiro asked the rock elf traveling with him.

"Don't bother me..."

Digpag said calmly.

"Communicating with 'them' requires my complete concentration."

Upon hearing this, Jaeiro immediately shut his mouth.

Unfortunately, the passage blocked by the monsters was their original return route.

Therefore, after switching to another route, they had to rearrange the path back to the open space.

And with their senses, they could naturally find the way to the clearing.

The difficulty lies in the fact that, under the control of those crystals, cunning magical beasts now lurk in this interconnected underground lair at all times.

Furthermore, those crystals seemed to share a common consciousness and had clearly set their sights on them after the troll incident.

On their way to the open space, they had been ambushed by countless monsters.

Therefore, finding a route that avoids monsters as much as possible became a problem.

Fortunately, the Chirka family's elf side had a Mountain Whisperer—the Rock Elf Digpegi.

(The pronunciation of "炎" and "岩" is similar, so I'm thinking of changing it to "山精灵" (mountain spirit). What do you guys think?)

Meanwhile, the other person was standing on a giant rock that was flying at high speed, closing their eyes and concentrating, "communicating" with the surrounding rock walls.

In fact, he had already "communicated" with it once just now and brought the flying boulder to the scene.

Then, his lips moved slightly, and he murmured a series of orderly, ancient syllables.

At the same time, the yellowish-brown mark between his eyebrows was also shimmering slightly.

Clearly, his [Mountain Whisperer] talent was not something he developed himself, but rather an ability bestowed upon him by the Tree of Life.

On the other side, Hughes quietly moved closer, curious to observe the process of the Mountain Whisperer "communicating" with nature up close.

He looked at Dick Page, his eyes unreadable.

—Isn't this a perfect opportunity? I can get some information about the Tree Whisperers from this guy.

He thought about it, but on the surface he remained calm and observed the other party's "communication" process.

"%##%%#**……"

Unfortunately, even though he was fluent in the Elven language, he couldn't understand what the other person was saying.

This is neither Esso nor Elven magical language, nor the legendary ancient Elven language.

Rather, it is a unique "natural language" used by the elves to communicate with nature.

It is said that this natural language originated at the end of the distant Third Age and was a special language bestowed upon the elves by the "Tree of Heritage".

(I didn't make a mistake, the Tree of Inheritance is not the Tree of Life. Later, when the protagonist goes to the Wizarding World, there will be a chapter where I will talk about the different eras and mention it (after all, it is related to the main storyline, hehe)).

Rather than a language, it is more of a "signal" for communicating with nature.

Only certain spirits can receive "signals" from nature, or at the same time, transmit "signals" to nature.

These are the listeners and speakers who came later.

Theoretically speaking, the speaker is naturally superior to the listener, since the speaker can also listen to the "language" of nature.

However, the two are not related in terms of promotion, but rather represent two different talents.

As for the Tree of Inheritance, it is said to have existed between the end of the Third Age and the Fourth Age, and that almost every race possessed one at that time.

Unfortunately, the Oren plane did not record much of the history of the wizarding planes, so Hughes did not know much more.

"%##%%#**……"

—Buzz

On the other side, as Digpegi continued to murmur, a faint earthy yellow halo appeared around him.

Moreover, the rock walls around him trembled faintly, as if the sleeping rocks had been gently awakened by the other party.

"Whoosh..."

Suddenly, the boulder beneath his feet stopped, and the crowd also stopped around him.

The next moment, Digpegi frowned slightly, then stretched out his glowing palm and gently placed it against the rock wall in front of him.

— Buzz, buzz

Hughes could sense that Digpegi seemed to have formed some kind of connection with the rock wall.

Moreover, this connection continues to spread, gradually covering the entire rock face and even extending to the entire passageway.

"..."

—Thump, thump.

For some reason, Hughes had a vague feeling that the surrounding rock walls had come to life, and he could even hear their "heartbeats".

However, he knew that this was not real hearing, but a resonance reaction that their mental power unintentionally captured when the rock wall was "awakened" by natural language.

"..."

Digpegi's communication with the rock face was silent; the halo of light flowing quietly in his hands seemed to silently indicate that this communication was taking place.

After a long while, he slowly withdrew his hand, and the rock wall returned to silence, seemingly turning back into its original cold stone.