My name is Habalon, also known as "Habalon the Bigfoot".
Although others always say that this title is not very nice, I think it is actually quite good.
After all, my feet are really not small.
Moreover, this name will make others subconsciously think that I am very tall, which is also a benefit!
Although the halfling blood inherited from my mother makes me look not tall, it makes me a member of the team... No!
Not a team, but the best stalker and master thief in the entire Southern Principality!
Mom, I really want to thank you!
Although you personally sold me to the circus and eventually became a slave, I still want to thank you!
Just wait until I go back to visit your grave next time and fill it up again.
Speaking of which, when was the last time I visited your grave?
Ten years ago? Or twenty years ago? I have almost forgotten.
If you think about it carefully, it has been almost thirty years since you passed away... Wow, so many years have passed?
hiss!
If you say that, am I no longer a young man? But why do I still have no wife!?
Why? Why!? Why, cough cough cough... no no no!
I don’t think about these irrelevant things anymore, I am no longer the same as before!
right!
Although my height has not changed, I have grown, greatly!
Now he is the vanguard scout of the No. 1 Exploration Brigade. This is a good job that many people envy!
It must be because of my extremely cautious habits that I stand out from so many people.
Under the leadership of Lord Prophet, the scouts who should have suffered the most casualties turned out to be the team with the least casualties.
Some people think that the prophet is favored by the God of Luck, but I think he must be greater than the God of Luck!!!
When I prayed to the gods in the dungeon, no gods answered me.
The gods have given up on me, and it is the prophet who saves me from the darkness!
Doesn’t this prove that the prophet will be made even greater by the gods!?
Praise the Lord Prophet!
The prophet knows everything!
Today, the Prophet personally gave me a glorious mission to serve as the vanguard to explore the city in the sky that suddenly appeared.
In order to record all the details of what happened, I will strictly complete the exploration log according to the requirements of the Prophet.
"City in the Sky (tentative) Exploration Log":
The first day.
After three hours of hard work, I finally successfully entered the interior of the Sky City through a hot air balloon!
Now, I, Habalon, intend to record this exciting moment immediately...
(random notes)
"Huh? Are you dead so soon?"
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"City in the Sky (tentative) Exploration Log":
The first day.
Although I don’t know why the prophet asked me not to stay where I was after landing, his words are never wrong!
I kept moving as he asked, even when I was writing in my journal.
Nothing happened. It must have been the adults’ warnings that had an effect. Praise the prophet!
(Thirteen lines of wild and meaningless praise for the prophet)
No, no, no! I want to record it carefully!
After walking along the tall city wall for an hour, I didn't see the entrance. However, it seems that this is really a city, but I haven't seen any life until now.
Loneliness is a bit overwhelming, but it doesn't matter. The brave Habalon cannot be afraid of such a thing!
The second day.
finally!
After walking for a long time, I finally found the entrance before the sun completely set, or was it actually a huge city gate?
Although there was no one on duty, I decided to go up and give it a try.
When we came up, there was still no one, but there were some buttons that seemed to be pressed?
"...Next time, I have to ask him to clearly write down what he pressed."
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The second day.
According to the instructions of the Lord Prophet, I will press the first one on the left!
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The second day.
According to the instructions of the Prophet, I will press the fourteenth one on the left!
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The second day.
One on the right, four on the right, seven on the left, three on the left, two on the right, seventeen on the left.
opened!
opened!!
opened!!!
You are worthy of being a prophet! He actually knows the password here!!!
(Thirteen lines of fanatical and meaningless praise of the prophet)
Omniscient prophet, thank you!
I will continue to move forward under your protection!
Hope you can always watch me!!!
After passing through the city gate, I found that the cold air disappeared, and it was as warm as if I had entered the elven forest I had been to before!
I'm so hot...I need to unload my equipment at the door.
"After taking off his clothes, he turned into meat... Also, next time, I'd better ask him not to write any more sonnets."
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The fourth day.
Eat solid food.
Write a thirteen line poem.
Struck to death by lightning.
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The fourth day.
Saw the iron gate.
Write a thirteen line poem.
Burned to death.
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"…Stop writing sonnets."
Ning Feng has always been very patient, and he would choose the reckless Habalon just to be able to try and make mistakes as quickly as possible.
And Habalon did not disappoint him, showing an amazing talent - the talent to die.
Just by testing in front of the main gate, Habalon died four hundred times, and there were more than three hundred ways to die.
Being pierced, electrocuted, swept by unknown magic, turned into steam, and transported hundreds of meters into the air...
After thinking about it, Ning Feng finally decided to go into battle himself.
Because the efficiency is really too low...
Habalon has only passed through three blocks so far, and according to his visual inspection, there are hundreds or even thousands of such blocks.
He really didn't want to read the sonnets written by Habalon to himself anymore.
This guy didn't know many words in total, and the only thirteen lines he could write were heard from others, but he couldn't memorize them all every time, and had to improvise to fill up the thirteen lines...
enough.
"I go by my own……"
Although Tours and the others have not allowed Ning Feng, the "prophet", to be personally involved in danger since last year, if he really insists on taking action, no one can stop him.
"My lord? Do you have any mission for your loyal Habalon?"
"...No, no more, thank you for your hard work."
Habalon looked at the prophet who was stunned for a moment and then smiled and shook his head. He didn't know why he called him but didn't give him a task.
"My lord once again acted as a scout myself, but why didn't you take me with you?"
"Master Prophet, he must have his own ideas!"
“Praise be to the Prophet!”
With this thought in mind, Habalon took out the crumpled paper from his backpack and started his creation.
Write a sonnet!
Looking back, Ning Feng looked at the figure squatting on the ground writing excitedly, and finally just sighed and turned to leave.