It's the busiest time of the year again, the crops are ripe and it's harvest season.
Ange was busy working hard, the sharp sickle in his hand flying, cutting off the crops at their roots and falling neatly to the side, as accurately as if there was an invisible hand placing them.
This is all the experience accumulated through thousands of years of continuous work. The sickle is like a living thing in his hands. He can cut wherever he wants and as deep as he wants, creating better conditions for the next sorting.
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With such non-stop work, the night passed quietly. The sky was bright and the sounds of birds around were gradually increasing. Birds of various species landed on the field ridges and pecked at the scattered crops.
If they were just pecking at the scattered crops, Ange would not care. But the scattered fragments are nothing compared to the richness and fatness of the plants. Many new birds who have not been taught a lesson have crossed the boundary and fallen into the plants.
On unharvested crops.
Ange tilted his head, turned around and walked to the edge of the field, took off a straw hat from the scarecrow's head and put it on his own head.
As soon as the magic power was stimulated, Ange, who put on the straw hat, turned into an eagle, flapped his wings and flew to the fields. The birds that fell on the crops there were so frightened that they peeed, fled in all directions, and did not dare to come back for a long time.
The Scarecrow Hat is a magic prop that can release illusions. It only needs a little magic power to stimulate and can maintain an illusion for a long time. Unless you have a stronger mental power than Ange, it will be difficult to see through it and can be used to deceive.
The bird is enough.
Once upon a time, those scarecrows wearing hats could cast illusions on their own to scare the birds and wild animals that stole food. But I don’t know since when, these scarecrows gradually stopped moving.
After several years of large-scale production reduction, there were more and more birds and beasts, and even the seeds were dug out and eaten as soon as they were planted. Only then did Ange realize the role of the scarecrow, and then slowly practiced the illusion of inspiring the hat.
So far, he has learned to transform into several shapes, such as the eagle, which is most feared by birds and beasts.
I saw a giant eagle flapping its wings and flying around in the fields. The crops were being harvested continuously, and the greedy birds did not dare to go down for a long time.
The sun rose, and the sunlight shone on Ange's body, bringing a slight burning sensation.
Undead creatures hate the sun the most, and Ange is no exception. A long time ago, if he stayed in the sun for a few more minutes, he would feel that his soul was going to explode. At that time, he would hide in the sun as quickly as possible
Inaccessible places.
But more than a thousand years have passed, and although Ange still doesn't like the sun, he doesn't feel as uncomfortable as he did back then. Especially when there are still a few crops left to harvest, he feels that he can endure it for a while longer.
Under the sun, the last ridge of crops was harvested and packed. Ange pushed the trolley and transported them to the warehouse where the crops were stored.
While pushing and pushing, Ange suddenly felt something was wrong. He raised his head and looked outside the farm, only to see an arched door emitting a faint white light outside the fence.
Ange has forgotten how many years this abnormal situation has not occurred. Over the years, there has been no sound, no light, only dead silence.
Why does the arch glow? Are those immortal souls back?
Ange immediately turned a corner, no more food left, and pushed the cart toward the glowing arch. However, when he arrived at the arch, he did not find any immortal souls. Except for the arch emitting white light,
The surrounding situation remained unchanged from usual.
Ange circled around the arch in confusion, then turned to the middle and disappeared directly from the middle of the arch.
I just felt a blur in front of my eyes, and the surrounding scenery changed drastically. It was no longer the desolation and silence around the farm, but a green grassland, with two stone pillars standing abruptly in the field, emitting a faint white light.
Ange took a step forward, but the white light of the stone pillars on both sides was pulled, connecting him and the stone pillars like a membrane.
Taking another step forward, Ange felt restrained, and the light film bound him to the pillar.
What is it? Ange struggled hard and easily broke the light film, and the soles of his feet touched the grass.
The light film that he broke through floated and shrank feebly, and finally shrank to his wrist, turning into a leather wristband imprinted with runes.
Magic jewelry? Ange tilted his head.
At this moment, a weak voice suddenly came from behind him: "Eagle...Eagle Man? I...I obviously...prayed to the immortal soul, but why is it the Eagle Man who comes?"
Ange turned his head and saw that he was a skinny human lying on the ground. His protruding wrist was so dry that it looked like a layer of skin covering the bones. He pointed one hand at Ange unwillingly.
After saying the last word, his head and arms went limp and he fainted.
Eagle Man? Me? Ange tilted his head, a little confused. He was obviously a skeleton, so why would such a human point at him and say "Eagle Man"? What is an Eagle Man?
Thinking of this, Ange suddenly touched his head and took off the scarecrow hat.
It turns out that he had not taken off his straw hat and was still in the shape of an eagle, so he was misunderstood by this human being.
Hanging the hat around his neck, Ange walked up to the human and poked him with his finger. There was no movement. He had indeed fainted.
Observe carefully, you can see that the human life breath is weakening and is in danger of extinguishing at any time. In other words, this human being is about to die.
This made Ange a little confused and at a loss. He was just a little skeleton growing vegetables. He had never faced such a thing before. What should he do now?
After thinking for a while, Ange suddenly remembered his trolley. The newly harvested crops were piled on the trolley and ready to be transported to the warehouse. However, he was attracted by the white light on the way and pushed the trolley over. Now he had a trolley of grain in his hand.
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Humans should need food, right? He is so thin, so he must be hungry, right? Thinking of this, Ange knew what he should do, and there wasn't much he could do anyway.
He turned the human over, grabbed a handful of food and stuffed it into his mouth, then squatted there holding his knees and watching.
Why not eat? Ange waited for a long time and found that the other party had not moved. Ange had a realization: he would not eat if he fainted.
In this case, Ange decided to help him again, grabbed the food and stuffed it into the human's mouth. After stuffing a few handfuls, the human woke up from his torment without any surprise.
The weak human being struggled to spit out the grain that almost choked him to death. He struggled to express that he had to shell it and cook it before eating it. At the same time, he said that he was dying of thirst and needed water.
Faced with such a request, Ange became embarrassed. Where could he find water?
Unable to get water and unable to eat grain, the weak humans stared at a cart of food and finally starved to death.