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- A man with a basket on his back and a mask came across the forest wilderness. There were a few dragon beasts several meters high watching him by the pool. They were four or five meters high, with two hind legs standing on tiptoe vigorously, and two more dragon beasts in front of him. Only sharp claws are suspended in the air, and saliva drips between the sharp knife-like teeth.
But he just turned his head and glanced at the other party, and the terrifying dragon beast saw the strange lines on the mask and ran away.
Weird horror is not only engraved in the human body, but also engraved in the blood of beasts.
He knocked on the door of a congregation of just a few dozen people, not even a tribe, just a large family living in a large natural cave with planted fruit trees and animal pens, fire kitchen.
He exchanged the dragon beast meat for some cakes made of ginkgo nuts and ate them hungrily. Recently, he almost vomited after eating meat, and even started chewing the leaves.
He took a sip of water from a wooden barrel and swallowed it down, and then expressed that he wanted to change some more. He still had some dragon skins, but the other party said it was a pity.
"We don't have any more."
The other party pointed to a place on the top of the mountain and said to Helfas.
"There is a farmer on the mountain over there. He has a lot of grain."
"As long as you dare to eat it!"
Helfas didn't know what the other party meant, so he asked.
"What to eat, why don't you dare to eat it?"
The other party said: "The things that man ate were made with weird power."
Helfas: "Weird?"
Now, he became a little interested in the farmer.
Compared with some food, he is more curious about how that person uses weird power to make food. If he can learn it, will he be able to get some food other than meat continuously on the road in the future? Or you can't hunt without worrying about lack of food.
When going up the mountain, he saw a man standing in front of a wooden house looking at him from a distance.
The withered yellow hair hangs over the face, and the face seems to be very old, but the hair doesn't seem to be that old.
The hair of the people in the Land of the Full Moon is all close to yellow, but some are more copper, some are more gold, and some are slightly whitish, but there are only these subtle differences.
The other party looked tall and thin, and looked at Helfas with a surprised expression, as if surprised that someone came up the mountain to look for him.
Helfas walked to the wooden house: "I heard that you have a lot of food, I want to exchange some."
Before the other party could speak, a sound came from something on the side of the tree.
"Drink uh~"
Helfas looked over and found that it was a primitive bird. At this moment, the other party was spreading its wings and screaming at Helfas with its sharp mouth.
But when Helfas looked over, he closed his mouth in fright, and then spread his wings and landed on the farmer's shoulder.
This is not a strange species of velvet dragon that seems to have failed in evolution or artificial interference, but a bird that can really soar for a short time.
Helfas had seen it before while traveling, but this was the first time he had seen someone keep this kind of thing as a pet.
People in this era raise poultry that can either produce fur, eat meat, lay eggs, or all three. It is really a bit of a luxury to keep a pet that cannot be eaten and does not have much use.
Helfas suddenly believed that the man in front of him could really use his weird powers to make food, because he really didn't seem to be short of food.
The other party nodded: "There is food, do you want it?"
Helfas followed the other party into the room, sat cross-legged on a piece of animal skin, and soon the other party took out a clay pot from behind and placed it in the center.
The so-called food is actually a kind of fruit.
The other party peeled off the shell in advance, revealing the shiny flesh, about the size of a palm.
Helfas picked it up, looked at it, and smelled it again: "It's kind of like bread?"
He blurted out unconsciously.
The other party asked: "What is bread?"
Helfas couldn't say it either, he just thought so.
The farmer said: "It has no name, and no one else has eaten it before. You should be talking about something else."
Helfas nodded. He pressed one hand to the mask and opened his eyes.
The leaf pattern on the mask suddenly moved, emitting a red light, and his eyes lit up, and Helfas was looking at the food in front of him through a strange perspective.
&nHelfas: "Since you say this is the world order, why do you forcefully break it and prevent the rebirth of the Human Face Tree?"
Helfas looked at the farmer quietly, and at this moment he also thought of the Golden Tribe.
He also asked this question with the other party's leader at the time: "Why is the weirdness so terrifying? Ordinary people don't have any special powers. Will there still be people who want to touch these terrifying and dangerous existences and try to master their power?"
And this time, the farmer told Helfas about his answer.
"Maybe it's because people with wisdom are unwilling to follow the rules!"
"We ate the fruit of the human-mask tree, and we were eventually eaten by the human-mask tree. This is the order and law of nature."
"But in the end, the people of the tribe destroyed the human-mask tree with their own deaths, thus giving birth to food that can be eaten by people without paying a price."
The farmer looked directly at Helfas's mask, at the black eyes behind the mask.
"I think this should be the power of wise people to break the law!"
He stared directly at the weird mask, but refused to back away, as if a mortal with wisdom was challenging the weirdness and this world, saying no to the rules of this world.
Those eyes were so determined that Helfas lost his mind.
"That day, when I saw that farmland was born."
"I seem to see everyone in the tribe shouting."
"They are telling the world that we need to change the rules and the world."
"I think the farmland they created must have its meaning and be able to change something."
"I'm going to keep them."
It was the first time Helfas heard such a statement, and he suddenly became a little awed by the farmer in front of him. He may be an ordinary person in terms of strength, but he is definitely not an ordinary person in another level.
Returned to his room.
Helfas took out a cloth scroll. He recently began to use pictures to record, mainly to record weird secrets. He felt that he should be able to use a special symbol to record, but he couldn't think of it. stand up.
In the end, he could only use stick figures to replace what he wanted to record.
Draw various patterns on a cloth scroll. As for the content on it, it is estimated that only he can explain clearly. For example, a crying face and a few branches drawn on a vertical bar are the meaning of the human face tree.
Helfas quietly looked at what he wrote, and suddenly he said something.
"never mind!"
he said suddenly.
According to Helfas's point of view, the benefits of sealing the Human Face Tree are actually greater. It is a very powerful monster, and after sealing it, it will definitely gain more power and a powerful sealed item.
He had been hesitant before, but in the end he gave up on this plan and chose another one.
He even felt that compared to a sealed item, it was a weird power.
Some things are greater, some forces are more unshakable.
That is the expectation.
That is firm belief.
That is also the future.
Helfas rolled up a part of the scroll, revealing a blank space, and then described the content he wanted to record with that twisted painting on it.
Put down the quill and stuff it into the animal blood bottle beside it.
He came across a wooden basket beside it, which was full of oiled breadfruit.
He couldn't help but took out one and put it in his hand, as if the farmer's words sounded in his ears again.
"Maybe it's because people with wisdom are unwilling to follow the rules!"
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