Chapter 547: Talking Stone Statue

"This thing that the king planted... looks like a 'tree man'."

Casio looked up at the strange tree that grew taller and taller, frowned, and muttered to himself.

"Treant, although it can't be eaten, it shouldn't be some evil creature, right?"

Shrek stroked his fat chin, showing doubts.

The strange tree in front of him reminded him of the past half a year ago when he was bewitched by "Snake Hand" Shaman and led his tribe to attack the Algonquin Valley. When he broke into Powhatan Village, he encountered many activated plants in a birch forest Snipe, one of the mighty Black Oaks, impressed him.

"Most of the 'tree people' are kind, but not necessarily. Occasionally there will be crazy and evil tree people, such as the sacred object 'Gantias Tree Root' of the 'Conquer Order', which is said to have grown from an ancient and The roots cut from the evil demon tree, it is said that the demon tree can also be reincarnated into a 'tree man', who loves to suck blood, obviously it is not a good thing."

The poet Casio traveled around and learned many anecdotes.

Clark remembered that when he was in House Town not long ago, he saw Joan using a magical branch to detect evil plants such as "wither monsters", so he turned back and asked him, "Brother Joan, what do you think?"

"Unfortunately, this strange tree is probably an evil plant!" Joan said solemnly, "Mr. Hainier, we must destroy this tree as soon as possible, otherwise the longer it takes, the bigger it will grow and become a tree." People will pose a greater threat to us in the future!"

Hearing what he said, Clark couldn't help but change his face. He rushed to the strange tree, wrapped his arms around the trunk, and tried to uproot it.

The frost giant was born with supernatural power. Wearing the "power belt" made by Joan for him, the power attribute is as high as 36. It should be easy to pull out a big tree.

However, the strange tree that sprouted from the magic bean is not an ordinary plant. The root system is deeply embedded in the soil. Clark struggled to pull it out, and the ground around the root cracked. It clings tightly to the rocks deep in the formation and refuses to leave the soil.

As if sensing danger, the strange tree came to life before it had fully grown. The tumor-shaped human face glared at the frost giant, raised its arms made of countless twisted branches, wrapped them around Clark's arms, and wrestled with him.

"The strange tree planted by Shrek, Shrek will destroy it with his own hands!"

The ogre king picked up the giant mace and rushed to the tree man. Taking advantage of the monster wrestling with Clark and not being distracted, he rounded the stick and smashed it hard at the tree trunk.

boom! boom! boom!

Shrek swung three clubs in one breath, and smashed the thick tree in half!

"Lie down!"

Clark took advantage of the momentum and pushed hard, and the strange tree fell backward along the break, and the ground trembled with a bang.

Joan walked up to the broken tree and found that all the branches of this strange tree were twitching and trembling, and the human face on the trunk was also distorted and deformed, intertwined with pain and anger, which was frightening.

Joan took a deep breath, slowly raised his hands, put his thumbs together, and stretched the other four fingers outwards, and softly chanted the casting spell of "Burning Hand".

"úré!"

The moment the spell-casting ceremony was completed, Joan spewed out a raging flame from his fingertips, igniting the strange tree lying in front of him, and the flame spread from the branches and leaves to the trunk, burning blazingly.

Looking at the strange tree shrouded in flames, Joan slowly lowered his hands and let out a long sigh of relief.

The ogre king stared at the strange tree that was about to turn into charcoal, and asked his companions in frustration: "It seems that Shrek's luck is not good, who will plant the next magic bean?"

"Out of the four of us, I'm the only one who hasn't grown magic beans yet, let me try my luck next."

Casio seemed very confident, and asked Clark for a magic bean and buried it under his feet. Suddenly, with a wicked smile on his face, he untied his belt and urinated on the bean pit.

Joan was stunned by the poet's obscene behavior. Clark and Shrek also covered their noses to avoid the smell of urine wafting in the wind. If you can't germinate normally, it's too late to regret!

Fortunately, the facts proved that the vitality of the magic beans was tenacious enough. Under the worried eyes of everyone, a sprout sprouted from the depths of the soil soaked in urine, and quickly stretched upwards. The bean sprouts grew until they were as tall as Casio. , and then changed the shape of the branches, as if shaped by a pair of invisible hands, becoming more and more like Casio himself.

"Casio, you seem to have grown a statue." Clark held his chin and frowned. "What should we call this thing, a living plant, or a wooden sculpture?"

The frost giant soon realized that his question was pointless, because the transformation of the bean sprouts was not over yet.

When it fully grew into the appearance of Casio, its texture also began to change drastically, and finally turned from a green plant into a hard gray stone statue. The shape and facial features were exactly the same as Casio, as if it was a statue carved out of him!

Casio stared at the statue that he planted by himself, his face became more and more ugly, and his voice trembled slightly when he spoke.

"Damn it! I have a premonition..."

"Hey... Casio, Casio, you are such a dirty bastard, dog urine is cleaner than your blood!"

As if to verify the poet's premonition, the stone statue suddenly spoke, and a strange smile appeared on its stiff face, as if mocking its creator.

"You, what kind of monster are you!" Casio was so frightened that his head broke out in cold sweat.

"I'm Casio, idiot, you don't even know me, you really have a pair of eyes for nothing!"

"Fart! I'm Casio, you're just a statue!" the poet shouted angrily.

"Hey... Whatever you want, anyway, I don't like this awkward name, just like I hate those crappy poems you create, hate your piercing singing voice, not to mention your playing level! My god, even if Give a monkey a lute and it can play better than you! Casio, you have no talent, no inspiration, no artistic talent, you are a piece of shit! The saddest thing is... hehehe, You have no self-knowledge!"

The face of the stone statue was distorted, and it frantically spit out a series of vicious words, as if firing countless sharp spears, ruthlessly poking at the poet's heart.

Casio's face turned pale and red after hearing these harsh and harsh ridicules, his fists were clenched tightly, and veins popped on his forehead. Finally, he couldn't bear it anymore, and roared and threw himself at the statue.

"Damn stone man! Shut up!"

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