It took Xu Yichen less than half an hour to build a simple raft, and there is no shortage of suitable wood and vines to anchor in the Black Forest.

The Centaur Lady's plant activation spell raised the strength of the entire raft by a level, and as the demon hunter kicked the edge of the raft, the two of them began their rafting journey.

During the rainy season, the Black Forest receives abundant rainfall, which allows the flow of the Sem River to surge, and the rafts are very fast.

At this rate, he may be able to reach the mouth of the Sem River tomorrow morning, which was originally Xu Yichen's planned journey of five to six days.

Xu Yichen was sure that when he arrived at the mouth of the Sam River, the recovery between him and Yang Yuefan would definitely be restored.

The rushing Sem River constantly laps around the rafts, which are not safe means of transportation in themselves, but are kept balanced by the buoyancy of the wood itself.

On all fours, Haulna occupies the center of the raft, and as a centaur, she is not very afraid of water, but she definitely does not like it.

Centaurs are naturally reluctant to swim compared to the Black Forest, where most centaurs live in the steppes of the heart of the Far South.

There, the Centaur clan is unprecedentedly powerful, and there are even calls for a kingdom, and Haulna is one of them.

She had the talent to be a druid, and she did, which led to conflict between Haulna and the family.

It wasn't until Haulna's people discovered that the family's pastures could grow more vigorously than in other areas as long as the centaur mother wanted, and they readmitted her.

However, as she grew older, she became more and more divided with the predators, who admired predation and the strong and the strong.

Behind the simple eyes of the centaur mother, there is a heart that has left her relatives and her hometown for almost four years.

At the Circle of Pastoral Trees, most of the druids are traditionally good, and the reason they first walked the path of nature was because they longed for a natural and quiet life.

But the real hierarchy is increasingly biased towards political creatures, especially when it comes to the relationship between humans and nature.

Hhorna could clearly feel that the smell of gunpowder had grown stronger inside the druids over the years, and it was like seeing her people sharpen their knives and spears every day for ownership of a playground as a child.

That's the breath of war.

Not only could Hona smell it, but Master Gast also felt the increasingly irritable aura in the Ring of Pastoral Trees, which was not the breath that a practitioner of the Path of Nature should have.

I don't know when there has been a wave of anti-civilization and anti-humanity in the druids' circles, and many high-ranking druids seem to believe that the reason why this world is so troubled is ultimately the fault of civilization.

Only by destroying the city, allowing all things to return to the old life of drinking blood, destroying civilization, and making humanity a link in the food chain again, can we stop chaos from completely destroying the world.

Whenever Master Gast entered into deep meditation, he could vaguely perceive a similar concept in the vast expanse of the mind of nature.

This situation has awakened Master Gast from nightmares countless times, this is the will of nature, that is, it is natural choice to oppose civilization.

In recent years, Gast has been torn between self and nature, and he does not understand why the progress of human civilization has become a reason for the destruction of the world.

I can't figure out why Mother Nature wants to destroy her eldest son.

He watched his fellow druids become more and more manic, and the stronger they became, the more deeply connected they were to Mother Nature.

Master Gast has already curbed his possibility of qualifying on several occasions, he has not yet made a final decision, and for a long time, he has been doubting himself.

I wonder if I am not qualified to walk on the path of nature, and I doubt whether Mother Nature's choice must be correct.

This kind of wandering, self-questioning has been discovered by many elders, and within the Ring of Pastoral Trees, the voices against Master Gast and his followers are getting louder and louder.

Until one day, Master Gast once again went deep into nature and communicated with Mother Nature, he tried to understand Mother Nature, trying to find out the true meaning of it.

He did not believe that the civilization that humanity was proud of would be the source of the destruction of this world.

At this time, a very different force from Mother Nature was born in the far east.

The will, like sunshine, like a breeze, like a friend, orderly and rational, though weak but very tenacious.

The will of nature tried to strangle this force in the cradle, but it was easily dissolved by the other party.

The power is like the sun, where it quietly exudes its own light, and it doesn't matter what other people think, just bury your head and work hard.

Gast tried to touch the other with his own consciousness, and he felt a light.

A spirited spirit along the tentacles of consciousness fed back its ideas to Master Gaster, all things are controllable, all things are available.

As Master Gast got to know each other more deeply, he heard the wonderful song that made the entire network of natural consciousness tremble again!

Master Gast was kicked out of the natural consciousness network in an instant, and not only him, but all the druids on the entire planet were kicked out of their meditative state at that moment.

But Master Gast had already heard a few lines of singing, and that song had crossed the language, crossed the species, and acted directly into the soul, so that anyone who heard it could understand the meaning of the song.

"There has never been a savior, and it doesn't depend on the Immortal Emperor! It is up to us to create human happiness! We're going to take back ......"

In just one and a half lyrics, Master Gast seemed to see a light in the darkness, a light that made him suddenly enlightened.

Gast waited patiently for the path that was somewhat alien to the druids to thrive, and he could feel that power was in the east, in the land known as Seris.

Therefore, Master Gast wanted to establish a friendship with the Seris first, and what was expressed in the lyrics made Master Gast dare not think deeply, but he was sure that the Seris must be very short of friends.

Since as human beings, the way of nature cannot accommodate them, Master Gast is willing to test the law and set an example for the druids of the world.

Civilization is progress, not a cancer.

Chaos is the enemy of the druids, and Mother Nature has made the wrong choice this time.