Farming in a Parallel World and Becoming a God
Chapter 486 - 423 Exchange Information_1

Chapter 486: Chapter 423 Exchange Information_1

As the other party paid his respects, Gaven had already flipped off the Half-Moon Colt, smiling in return as he said, "It is my honor, Chieftain Fearless Boulder."

In his previous life, among the Santarin Association’s slave warriors, there was a Golia Barbarian. Although they only worked together for a few months, that Golia Barbarian unfortunately fell in battle.

But it was enough for him to understand that Golia Barbarian, incidentally learning about this tall race and some of their unique customs. For example, they had three names: one given by their parents, another was a nickname granted by the members of their tribe, and the last was the name of their tribe.

The full name of this Golia Chieftain was Eglaras Fearless Boulder of the Mountain.

Compared to their given names, the Golia preferred to be called by their nicknames because these names were closest to their temperament.

Those Golia Tribes, clearly distributed across distant mountains, had surprisingly similar features, ways of living, and customs. Clearly, this wasn’t solely due to communication but, like many unique races, certain traits were inscribed in their souls and were hereditary.

As expected.

Upon hearing Gaven’s address, the smile on the Golia Chieftain’s face grew wider, and he couldn’t help but step forward to give Gaven a robust hug—a true greeting in the Golia way.

However, the Golia Chieftain handled himself as if he was dealing with delicate, easily shattered porcelain, gentle as if he feared a bit of force would crush this smaller race to pieces.

In contrast, Gaven was more forthright, squeezing the other firmly in an embrace and patting his broad back vigorously as he introduced himself, "I am Gaven Nort from the great outside world, an envoy of Darama City in the Tesser Kingdom. We have just eliminated Moando’s vile Pet Servants and the Divine Roots of the Primordial Temple that they commanded at the city’s base. I have come ahead to check on the situation."

The thickness of the other was even more exaggerated than it appeared; even as he spread his arms, he could barely encompass more than half of the Chieftain. His so-called pat on the chieftain’s back was actually more on the lateral ribs. Even there, solid muscle was what he felt.

The scent emanating from the other wasn’t unpleasant, somewhat akin to the smell of fresh stones dug from the soil, even though there were several festering wounds on his body.

"What? The Evil God’s Pet Servants have already been eradicated? That sinister crawler formed from the dreadful root? How did you manage that?"

"Haha... fantastic, it’s truly fantastic. Those minions of the Evil God are finally gone; our homeland, we finally have a chance at salvation."

"Impossible, it’s absolutely impossible. Even if you can effortlessly eliminate a Winged Night Shadow, defeating that Necrotic Divine Root is another matter entirely. It’s simply beyond human capability."

"We must act quickly to find a way to purify the mountains, to cleanse our bodies. We can’t afford to stay here too long."

Upon hearing Gaven’s words, the Golias were alarmed, their faces involuntarily crowding in, some ecstatic, some incredulous, and most of all, skeptical—the latter being in the majority.

Many of them had seen firsthand the massive form of the Necrotic Divine Root. Many more had witnessed the terrifying onslaught phase of the Divine Root, with the trail of its overwhelming presence serving as the best proof of its power.

How long had it been since the Divine Root had left the Mir Forest?

Now suddenly someone was telling them that terrifying, evil presence, as huge as a hillock, had been vanquished—it was quite unbelievable.

"I remember now. I’ve seen you before; you were the ones who lured away the Necrotic Divine Root of the Evil God." Another Golia suddenly spoke up.

This was a female Golia, and her appearance was somewhat different from the others.

The skin of the other Golias had the bluish-gray of stone and was mottled with verdigris patterns.

Her basic skin color was also bluish-gray, but her patterns were earthy-yellow and not randomly placed. Instead, they seemed mysteriously cryptic, much like some runes. She stood as tall as the Chieftain Fearless Boulder, though significantly leaner, probably less than half as bulky. Her legs were straight, long, muscled in an elegant but not ostentatious way. Stepping in front of Gaven, it felt like her thigh reached nearly to his chest, visually defining what it meant to be leggy.

Another difference was her silver hair, woven into a thick, long ponytail.

As for other Golia people, especially the males, they mostly lacked hair, both on their heads and chins, completely bare.

Her features weren’t purely Golia; she had the sharp, angular features of the Golia as well as the slender, tapered face characteristic of Elves. She was markedly lacking the distinct bony prominences that were a hallmark of the Golia. Aesthetically, she appealed to both Humans and Golia alike.

For Humans, there’s no need to elaborate—the focus is on face, figure, and fullness, all of which she possessed in abundance. Those special patterns were far prettier than any tattoos, exuding an exotic flair.

The Golia most valued patterns as these foretold their destiny, the wellsprings of their strength, hosting their souls and distinguishing them from others of their race. Each one’s pattern was unique.

They never used tattoos on their bodies and even tried to cover their patterns as little as possible.

This Golia woman had integrated her Professional Ability with her patterns, making her unique to other Golias.

The respect other Golias had for her was even more significant than that for the Chieftain, albeit subtly.

Gaven’s impression of this Golia woman was equally striking, not for her unique appearance, but for her unique abilities. She was that special Spellcaster who had cast the Spell that appeared to be a Mass Stone Skin Spell.

Seeing Gaven’s gaze settle on her, the Golia woman, who seemed quite young, introduced herself with confidence, "Kellysha, Shaman of the Mountain Tribe, an Earth Watcher. They like to call me Camellia."

"Camellia." Gaven couldn’t help but murmur her external nickname.

Golia external nicknames are not given randomly; they usually have special connotations.

The Chieftain’s nickname, Fearless Boulder, is easy to understand—fearless and as stubborn as a boulder.

As for the meaning behind ’Camellia,’ it is more profound. In the high mountain environments where many plants struggle to grow, one can often find this pure and beautiful flower blooming proudly, neither arrogant nor impatient, displaying a unique charm. Many times, it is seen as a symbol of humility and also carries the connotation of ideal love.

The Golia Tribe has customs of growing, picking, and drinking tea, and the camellia tree holds special significance for them. To be named after the Camellia also implies that she is a treasure of the tribe.

Camellia respectfully asked, "Mr. Gaven, may I be so bold as to ask how you managed to kill that monster?"

"When the monster chose to head towards the densely populated city, it had to withstand the wrath of the True Gods. It was the Goddess of Strategy who sent down her incarnation." Gaven directly attributed most of the credit to Lady Strategy, as this would make it easier to earn their trust.

Upon the mention of True Gods, the doubt on the faces of the Golia disappeared almost entirely.

Although the Divine Root is powerful, that’s only for ordinary people; for the True Gods, it’s a matter of whether they choose to act or not.

As for whether the True Gods will interfere in worldly affairs,

When they will interfere, and in what way,

These are not matters that ordinary people can fathom.

If they could be fathomed, they would not be True Gods.

"Are you here to search for a cure for Necrotic Plague?" Although Gaven’s question was phrased doubtfully, there was more affirmation in it.

For most other races, Mesnoel is a beautiful city, worthy of possession.

But for the Golia, who love challenges and mountain climbing, it is too low, too comfortable— not the type they like.

Especially since they were not sure that the Divine Root had been destroyed by Gaven’s team, and could not confirm whether the terrifying monster would return. Rashly occupying Mesnoel was definitely not a wise choice.

If they came with the purpose of finding a cure for Necrotic Plague or seizing the treasures of Mesnoel, that would make sense.

Kellysha, the Camellia of the Mountain Tribe, generously admitted, "Indeed, our tribe has been suffering from the Necrotic Plague for the past year. Those cultists have been eroding our homeland and our souls with this method, attempting to subjugate us under their lewd power, to make us serve their Evil God.

But this is delusional; we are Golia, we are the mountains, and we will absolutely not submit to evil."

"Yes, we are Golia, we are the mountains, and we will never submit."

"We would rather choose death than associate with the cultists."

The surrounding Golia responded in agreement, their expressions filled with indescribable pride.

"Looking at the symptoms on your bodies, they seem far less severe than on ordinary creatures. Does this have to do with your unique physical constitution?" Gaven curiously asked.

This group of Golia had traces of necrosis, more or less.

But the necrotic wounds were usually small, and many were half-scabbed over.

Eglaras, the Chieftain of the Mountain Tribe, replied, "Our special physical constitution as Golia is one aspect, but mainly, we have our Camellia to thank. She found a special method to transfer most of the evil powers, significantly alleviating the sickness in our bodies. If not for her, we might not have lasted until now."

Kellysha’s chiseled face showed irrepressible sorrow, "There is a cost to this. The evil powers were not destroyed but transferred by me into our sacred mountain and temporarily sealed away. We have come to find a permanent solution."

"Oh? Does Mesnoel possess a method to treat Necrotic Plague? A way to purify the Corruption Power?" Gaven continued to inquire.

The two Golia leaders exchanged a look, seemingly reaching a silent understanding, before Kellysha finally spoke, "We are also trying our luck, after all, those Elves dare to use Necrotic Maze Locks as their barriers, so they must have a way to counteract Necrotic Plague."

Gaven was slightly disappointed, "You mean you don’t fully understand Mesnoel?"

He had thought that he might obtain more information about Mesnoel from these Golia.

Although Mesnoel’s major barrier, the Necrotic Maze Lock, had been opened, it didn’t mean the place was completely undefended.

Who knew what Magic Traps the Elves set up when they left?

Even during the previous fierce battle between the Dwarves Elves and the Golia, the fighting was along the wide mountain trails; few dared to rashly delve into the surrounding Elven structures.