A Hospital in Another World? Chapter 1059: Garrett, Can You See That Far in Battle?

Garrett was dreaming.

In his dream, he became a seed, falling into the earth, embraced by the soil. After sleeping through half an autumn and a full winter, he began to sprout and grow.

From a tender sapling to a sturdy young tree, he was not the tallest nor the strongest among the other young trees, but eventually, he became the last one standing...

"You've integrated with nature quite quickly," Aishe Moon Song, who was helping with cooking nearby, glanced up with a tone of admiration.

At the same time, Jasmine had just adjusted her state and began meditating;

Appa was still fidgeting under the tree, moving his mouth as if unable to stay still, seemingly about to munch on some grass beneath the tree;

And Garrett... he had already entered the dream of the great tree...

Who would have thought that this clumsy, untrained cub would have such good potential?

Garrett continued to sleep within the dream of the great tree, growing inch by inch, both in height and girth. The sun rose and set, seasons of rain and drought passed.

The wildfire was extinguished by the downpour, and he continued to grow; leopards sharpened their claws on his trunk, bears rubbed their chests against it, the bark cracked inch by inch, but the tree stood silently, enduring it all.

The tree grew taller and taller, blossomed, bore fruit, and its offspring filled the entire forest.

Gradually, as it grew thick and strong like a small mountain, with a dense canopy reaching the clouds, vibrant birds began building nests at its peak.

The birds radiated a heat like flames, causing the tree to fear at first, but slowly it learned to channel that fiery energy into its body, making its branches stronger, and its trunk immune to flames...

The birds nested, attracted mates, laid eggs, and nurtured their young. The cycles of rain and drought repeated over and over, and finally, the birds flew away with their offspring, soaring far into the distance.

Unnoticed, Garrett's dream had shifted to the perspective of the birds. He watched as the ocean of trees below extended endlessly, the green waves rolling and receding rapidly.

He felt the strong wind lifting the bird's wings, flowing through the gaps in its feathers, and how the rising, falling, and rolling air currents propelled it forward.

He experienced its ascent, level flight, dive, and landing, the rapid flapping of its wings, how it fought with its wings, claws, and beak, and how it unexpectedly spewed flames...

The bird flew south, south, always southward. Suddenly, a sense of unease surged, and the entire world seemed to tremble:

It wasn't the world, but the forest, it was nature! Garrett instantly understood. Through the bird's vision, he saw the entire forest shaking, nature boiling, angered in response to the aura of its beloved child—

Below, in the forest approaching nightfall, an elf was running desperately. The dark green cloak on his back made him almost invisible in the dimly lit woods.

However, the pursuers behind him always managed to track his direction. Garrett looked toward the pursuers and frowned:

They were humans, some human knights. The leader held a longsword radiating white light, running swiftly through the dense jungle as if walking on flat ground.

Whenever he lost direction, the longsword would lightly vibrate, guiding him toward his target—

Through the bird's eyes, Garrett could see a faint trace of red entwined around the sword's blade.

That elf... was injured?

Behind the leading swordsman, about a dozen human warriors formed a formation, chasing after him, evidently the swordsman's subordinates.

This powerful pursuit force left the elf no time to stop. He kept merging with the trees and reappearing far away, while in response, the human swordsman kept slashing through the tree trunks...

The trees' cries and the forest's wails intensified nature's growing fury. Unfortunately, the fleeing elf wasn't strong enough to channel this rage into a counterattack.

Sisoyin's battle began at dusk. Fighting alone, he was extremely cautious, not attacking the enemy warriors first. Instead, he focused his power on the grass outside the village, urging it to grow slowly...

The mules and horses neighed softly. Untied and relieved of their heavy loads, the animals were instinctively drawn to the grass, wanting to take a bite.

Before they could move, the grass suddenly grew rapidly, its edges turning serrated, flashing sharp light.

The harnesses and belly straps on the mules and horses, or those piled on the ground, were all cut into small strips of leather, falling powerlessly to the ground.

"If you have the guts, carry it yourself!" Sisoyin muttered softly from the shadows of the woods. Without these securing devices, let's see how you transport your goods!

If you have the guts, carry it yourself!

Carrying these heavy loads out of the rainforest would at least double the time!

We’ll play this game slowly!

From beginning to end, the knights were laughing and roaring in the village, unaware of what was happening outside. Even the warriors unqualified to enter the village did not approach the mules and horses:

Taking care of livestock is the slaves' job, isn't it?

And every slave, those with sallow skin, emaciated, and eyes devoid of any light, just stared blankly. No matter what happened, they just watched.

But nature's favorite child had more tricks up his sleeve. A breeze blew by, scattering fine grass seeds that floated down.

Moss grew rapidly, soon covering the food packs and water bags carried by the enemy with patches of dark green...

"Enemy attack!"

A shout echoed from the village. Several knights who hadn't been "playing" rushed out, only to be greeted by the elf's impassive face as he drew his longbow...

The staff in the elf's hand naturally extended and curved, transforming into the bow. With a reverse motion, he drew out a silver-bright bowstring from his cloak and strung it across the bow's ends.

With another flick, a handful of tiny seeds were caught between his fingers, two of which grew and elongated, their tips forming sharp thorns, while the other ends spread out into long, thin, feather-like tails...

"Whoosh!"

With a single string, two arrows accurately pierced through the throats of two knights.

The elf took a distant glance, without any hesitation, he turned and disappeared into the darkness. Immediately after, the elusive death called out as the bowstring twanged.

"Ugh..."

"Plop plop..."

"Ah!"

"Don't kill me! Don't kill me! I don't know anything!"

The high-ranking knights in the village wore grim expressions. The attacker didn't rush into the village, instead, he picked them off from the outskirts. In just a short while, the emerald-green arrows had claimed the lives of seven or eight warriors.

"His level isn't high, probably only level 10." The colonel listened closely to the bowstring's twang several times, confidently concluding. He drew his sword:

"Leave half the knights to gather the troops and maintain order, the rest, come with me!"

The knights formed ranks and charged out. In a moment, more screams erupted from the village behind them. The arrows in the darkness changed direction with each shot, elusive as ever!

"Damn it!"

After two more screams, the colonel was furious. He swung his longsword, pointing in the direction the scout knights had come from:

"Let's go! We'll kill all those natives!"

"Colonel..."

"Move!"

In the darkness, the silhouette of the elf finally appeared in their path. His longbow had turned into a short bow, trembling and shooting continuously.

But just relying on arrows wasn't enough to stop the high-ranking knights, and Sisoyin was soon injured, starting to be hunted down...

"Someone's being chased!"

Garrett suddenly awoke. Still holding his oak staff, he was immersed in the forest's and nature's fury, his tone was fiery:

"An elf is being chased!"

"What?!"

"What!"

Cirilla and Aishe Moon Song turned back together. Garrett wobbled to his feet, instinctively brushing his arm, the natural energy around him still swirling:

"It's over there! Sister Moon Song, I saw it in my meditation, it's over there!"

He raised his arm, firmly pointing southeast. Aishe Moon Song hesitated for a moment, then stood on tiptoe, pressing her palms against the giant tree in front of her:

It wasn't that she didn't believe Garrett. However, meditators often see images from nature's memory, sometimes from a long, long time ago.

And an inexperienced meditator could easily mistake these images for something that had just happened...

The giant tree quickly responded to her. The Forest Keeper Master's mental power, with the help of the giant tree, extended and extended. 100 meters, 200 meters, one mile, two miles, ten miles, fifty miles...

"Tell me, what is happening in that direction, in the distant forest?"

"Tell me, in that direction, are any of our kin fighting, or are they injured?"

"Tell me, in that direction, is the forest angry?"

Aishe Moon Song asked anxiously, and nature responded fully:

Within 200 meters, the trees, shrubs, mushrooms on the ground, and orchids on the trees all answered her questions;

Beyond one mile, only the trees could echo her inquiry;

And fifty miles away, only the strongest, oldest trees that had grown into magical plants could, through the forest's resonance, relay a response:

No.

No.

There's nothing here.

But

, from a very far, very distant place, the wind carried the breath of nature... The forest is boiling, nature is angry...

That place is very far, very far away... I don't know where it is, but it’s not a place my seeds have ever blown to...

Aishe Moon Song slowly released her hands. When she looked at Garrett again, her gaze had completely changed:

Even she, in a clear state, couldn't get such precise information from such a distant place through communication with nature;

And Garrett, just by casually leaning against an ancient tree to meditate, had "seen" it clearly in his meditation?

"Did you really see it?"

"Yes!" Garrett nodded vigorously, his face full of certainty:

"A magical bird shared its vision with me, I saw it very clearly!"

"......"

Aishe Moon Song was silent for a moment. Then, she turned to everyone, her tone firm:

"We continue on our way! We travel through the night! In that direction—a distant place, our kin are fighting, fleeing, and injured!"

"I'm counting on all of you!"

With a rustling sound, Mr. Hawthorn moved the pot aside, shoveling dirt to extinguish the campfire;

Appa shook his body, transforming back into a giant white deer capable of carrying at least three people;

Cirilla was eager:

"Do you need me? Garrett, should I turn into a dragon and fly you there?"

Garrett looked left and right. He unfastened his backpack, silently taking out the ancient vine bird that Elder Tapros had given him.