Everyone gathered together and dug a pond not far from the farmland. They also dug ditches to guide the water into the breadfruit farmland.
Recently, the water shortage situation of the entire tribe has become more and more serious.
When everyone goes out in small groups to collect water, they often face various dangers, and casualties occasionally occur.
The most troublesome thing for agricultural officials every day is not the growth of the bread tree, but the need to collect water for irrigation day after day.
Life is inseparable from water, whether it is people, livestock or plants, so having a stable and safe water source has become the expectation of everyone in the entire tribe.
"Have you finished digging?" the farmer asked loudly. He was responsible for digging the pond, and he and his fellow farmers were the most active.
"Okay." shouted one after another.
"I'll be here for a while." Someone was slow, and the farm officer immediately went over to urge him unhappily.
"It's finished here." The pool was finally dug.
"The ditch has also been dug." The ditch leading to the farmland has also been completed.
Everyone stopped, picked up their tools and exited.
A crowd of people stood by the dug pool. Everyone looked dirty, but there was hope on their faces.
Helfas took off his shoes and walked barefoot, gradually arriving at the center of the pool and standing in front of a stone base.
A pit was dug on the base. He took out the Pot of Black Marsh and put it on it, and it happened to get stuck in the pit.
He knelt down.
He opened his mouth as if he said something to the Pot of Black Marsh, or it could be said that he recited a spell.
Then I saw the black and gray ceramic kettle shaking violently, and a very loud sound came from the small kettle, as if a large amount of water was surging inside.
Immediately afterwards, water continued to gush out.
The water flowed down the stone base, wet Helfas's feet, and flowed around.
More and more, constantly.
"Oh oh oh!" Someone ran down and cheered, holding up the tools in their hands.
"There is water, there will be no shortage of water in the future." Someone even tasted it specially.
"It's really water. It will be more convenient to irrigate farmland in the future." The agricultural officer stood beside Helfas, and he was also very happy. His most distressing and worrying thing every day was finally solved.
In this way, the sealed Black Marsh Pot was left here, becoming a source of water for everyone and livestock to drink and to irrigate farmland.
Everyone was so happy, especially watching the pool continue to expand and the cool water filling it up little by little.
Everyone seemed to be going crazy, rushing to fill the bottle with water, or drinking it on the spot.
There were also people dancing and dancing by the pool.
At this time, another team migrating from afar arrived here, and happened to see this scene.
There were more than a dozen people, including men, women, and children.
They were exhausted. Although they had traveled thousands of miles to reach this legendary place of refuge, they also had doubts along the way as to whether it was the same place as in the legend.
They clustered together and looked into the distance.
What comes into view is a pool and farmland.
Everything is full of hope.
Helfas walked out of the crowd, and with salutes and shouts one after another, he led the bread farmer, carpenter, and cloth maker to the new arrivals.
The members of the Demon Hunter team stepped out of the way while holding the Coward's Lamp, and stood behind Helfas.
This also lets newcomers understand that the person in front of them is the one in control here.
"What are you good at?"
"Pottery making?"
"This is very good, we will need it soon."
"You guys should stay here first and come see me again in two days. I want to talk to you about pottery making again."
Helfas asked people to take these new arrivals down and said very happily.
"Every group of people who come here are treasures, and there are people we want."
The cloth maker behind him said: "These people who cannot survive in other places have become treasures only when they come to you."
Helfas shook his head: "People themselves are treasures."
He looked at the carpenter again: "The pond has been dug, and you will be here next..."
He stood next to the pool and pointed to the other side, near the entrance and the road.
"Build a house here, a barracks there, and a sentry tower there."
"By the way, build a checkpoint at the entrance."
The carpenter's officer nodded: "One barracks, one sentry tower, one checkpoint, and one house."
After the carpenter wrote it down, he asked, "Who lives here?"
Helfas told the carpenter: "I live here, guarding the gate of the tribe with the demon hunters and guards."
Carpenter: "You live outside?"
Helfas looked at the pool: "These sealed objects and weirdness need people to guard them. Human will is like a pillar, which must suppress their restlessness at all times."
"If I don't guard it, it will come back to life after a while."
The controller of each sealed object uses his true name to control the sealed object, but the controller cannot be too far away from it, otherwise it will be fine for a short time, but over time these weird things will also break away from the seal.
The carpenter nodded, and became more awe-struck by Helfas' presence and awe.
He asked about the conditions of the barracks, the standard of the guard tower, and Helfas's requirements for houses.
"What about where you used to live?"
That two-story wooden house was built bit by bit by Herfas himself. He also welcomed everyone who came there bit by bit, and established the tribe bit by bit.
He said: "After I move out, let's convert it into a meeting hall!"
Carpenter: "Okay."
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A house was built next to the pool, and a sentry tower was built at the entrance of the forest. You can see people standing on it all the time and looking into the distance.
There is also a barracks at the entrance and exit, which is also surrounded by fences.
People coming in and out will be recorded, and as the population grows, these become even more important.
In addition, you can also see a fire kiln built outside the canyon, and there are several workshops surrounding the fire kiln.
In one of the workshops next to Herfas' new residence, there was a tall fire tree, which looked particularly eye-catching.
Helfas stood at the door of his new house.
He looked to the left and could sense the black and gray kettle in the depths of the pool. Looking to the right, he could also clearly gaze at the fire tree.
Here, he can use the power of the Biphasic Demonic Insect with a single thought, or the power of the Black Marsh Pot in the pool.
He stepped towards one of the fire furnaces, where a group of people had already gathered.
They rubbed the mud with their hands and turned the turntable to create various utensils.
A fire was burning in the kiln nearby, and people were surrounding it with sweating profusely.
Helfas came over and asked the other party.
"How about it?"
The man immediately ran over from the side of the furnace and waved for someone to bring something over.
It was a piece of black-gray pottery.
"Look."
Helfas took it and played with it in his hand.
His fingers felt the warmth of the pottery. Its texture was not as rough as the other pottery Helfas had seen before, and it felt very delicate.
"It's very good. It seems to be much better than ordinary pottery."
He raised his head and looked at the man.
"I heard that you are from the pottery tribe. It seems that your pottery making skills are really superb."
The other party shook his head and quickly denied it.
"It's not that our skills are superb, it's because the mud produced under the pond is very suitable for making pottery. I discovered it by accident."
Helfas: "No matter what, you made this."
"From now on, you are our potter."
Helfas formally appointed the other party's new responsibility, and the man immediately saluted excitedly. It was for this position that he had worked so hard recently.
"Lord Helfas, I will do my best to fulfill this responsibility."
Helfas held the pottery and still couldn't put it down.
He went outside and looked at it in the sunshine.
"Our own pottery."
After looking at the fire kiln and pottery workshop, Helfas went to the workshop on the other side, where there were also a group of people busy.
Most of these people are doing other things in the tribe, and they were summoned here because of Helfas's order. Only the leader was invited by Helfas from the gold tribe.
When Helfas arrived at the workshop, the other party had just returned.
Before Helfas could ask, the man with muscular arms said in a rough voice.
"Lord Helfas, I just followed the Demon Hunter team to see the target location."
"There is indeed a small open-pit mine nearby, and we have arranged for people to mine it."
Helfas asked quickly: "Can it be used?"
The other party nodded: "It should be okay."
The muscular man looked at the fire tree behind the workshop and said confidently.
"As long as there is magic fire, it will definitely not be a problem."
Helfas had some expectations.
As they expected, iron ore can be melted and refined with the help of the power of the "Fire Tree", but what comes out in the end is a kind of black iron.
Watching the molten iron flow out of the furnace burning with magic fire and flowing into the mold, watching the strong men in the workshop beating and quenching it.
Finally, the head of a heavy and long black spear appeared, and the opponent connected it to a hardwood.
The dragon man was very powerful, so he grabbed the spear and started swinging it.
The heavy black iron gun was very flexible in his hand, and with the cold light emitting from the gun head, Helfas felt that it could easily penetrate the dragon beast's body and even its solid head.
The muscular man who was forging iron was very satisfied with his masterpiece.
"With this, even if I encounter a medium-sized dragon beast, I can defeat it head-on by myself."
I don't know if it was preconceived, but Helfas always felt that the texture of the mask was somewhat similar to his own.
Finally, Herfas called this metal black iron.
He asked the strong man: "How is it? Are you willing to stay now?"
The muscular man from the Jin tribe completely calmed down: "When I came here, I was fully prepared to stay."
There is a difference between being willing to stay and truly wanting to stay.
From this moment on, the tribe had a blacksmith.
Helfas laughed loudly: "Stay, you will definitely see some pictures that are completely different from before, and you will definitely not be disappointed."
The other party said: "I know."
I know, not I believe.
It seems that this thing no longer needs to be believed, but is destined to happen.
Helfas first replaced the witcher team with brand-new weapons. These people were the guarantee of the tribe's safety and the right assistants Helfas expected in the future.
The weapons that witchers like to use are very complex.
Some like to use guns, some like to throw spears, some like to use axes, and some use blunt instruments.
"This is a bit heavy!"
"Can't pick it up?"
"It just so happens that the previous one was too light."
"Use this, I can smash the head of Maddramon in one go."
"Fuck you, the Crazy Dragon Beast is as tall as a house when it's grown, you can't reach its head even if you jump up."
"Can't I just stand a little higher?"
"Stand taller? Feed yourself to it as food?"
The witchers were all holding their new weapons, and they were so happy and excited that they all shouted that they would go out hunting monsters with Helfas again.
After changing the clothes, it can be said that it has completely changed its appearance.
Although these weapons are basically useless against monsters, they encounter not only monsters on daily basis, but also various dragon beasts on the road.
Helfas patted their shoulders one by one, or looked at their weapons, while speaking to these people.
"Don't worry, just do your training and the things at hand. I'll call you back soon to set off again."
After distributing the weapons to the witcher team, Helfas looked at the blacksmith again and asked him.
"correct."
"Where's that thing I asked you to hit?"
The other party took out a short sword about half a meter long from under the table, put it in a leather scabbard, and handed it to Helfas.
"Here, as you said, there is no sharpening."
After Helfas looked at it, he weighed it with his hands, then turned his head and looked back, and found that the members of the Demon Hunter team were still looking at him.
"What are you looking at me doing? Is there no training mission today?"
"Everyone has nothing to do?"
In an instant, everyone dispersed.
Those who needed to be trained went to train, and those who had missions to go out immediately went to carry them out.
Helfas took the dagger and walked towards the canyon.
There were more houses in the canyon, and there were more people coming and going. Helfas saw people wearing special clothes patrolling.
The main members of the original hunter team became the current witcher team.
The newly trained members who were originally training became guards and substitutes for the witchers. They were mainly responsible for patrolling and guarding on weekdays, and also dealt with some disputes that occurred in the tribe.
When there are more people, various problems will naturally arise.
The entire tribe is developing rapidly and undergoing various changes rapidly.
Helfas may be a little uncomfortable with it, and he doesn't know if what he is doing is completely right, but he is indeed trying hard to do it.
Next to the granary, a group of children are helping to work.
"Did Lord Helfas really agree to let you join the hunter team?"
"Now we are no longer a team of hunters, we are now demon hunters."
"They are so arrogant, they say they want to hunt weirdos."
"Yes, hunting dragon beasts is nothing. Hunting weird talents is a truly powerful existence."
One of the children smiled silly and a little happily.
"I will definitely become a witcher in the future."
The other children were a little jealous.
I envy his luck, but also have some doubts.
"By the way, is it true what you said? Lord Helfas will agree to such a thing?"
"It's just that you've obviously done something wrong and haven't been punished yet. How strange that you can be allowed to become a hunter?"
"A hunter is a hunter, and a witcher is a witcher. They are different."
"One is for catching wild animals, and the other is for catching weird things."
He stopped talking again and just lowered his head.
"It's true. Lord Helfas told me personally."
As the voice of suspicion grew louder, he suddenly shouted loudly, and then knocked the other child in the lead to the ground.
"Ouch!"
"what are you doing?"
"I just have doubts. If you have the ability, just prove it!"
An adult noticed the situation and looked over, and he ran away immediately.
"Hello!"
"Where are you going?"
He passed through the crowd and ran from house to house.
He was also wondering whether what Lord Helfas said was true, or if he was just joking with him.
Will it?
Have you forgotten that this happened?
He was even doubting why he could become a demon hunter.
Suddenly, someone called out to him.
That voice was somewhat familiar.
He looked towards the other party and saw a black-haired man standing in the middle of the road, waving to him.
The child spread his legs and showed a running posture, turned his head and looked at each other, and said in disbelief.
"Lord Helfas."
The two of them sat on the roadside together, one tall and one short, sitting on two wooden barrels next to a house.
The man handed him a dagger wrapped in a leather sheath: "Here you go, remember never to use it on people, this is for dealing with weirdos."
He said: "If you still want to be a demon hunter when you grow up, just come here with this!"
The child asked: "Can I really become a witcher?"
The man said: "As long as you want it enough, everyone can become a witcher."
The child was holding a dagger, which was a bit heavy for him, and something could be seen carved on the hilt.
He asked curiously: "What is this?"
Helfas: "Just think of it as a word!"
In fact, deep down in his heart, he didn't feel that these were words, but he had forgotten how to write real words, so he could only use this kind of abstract strokes instead.
The child opened his mouth wide: "Word?"
The child has heard that Helfas can write a strange thing, which is called a word and has very magical power.
He looked at the symbol and seemed to feel that this dagger contained mysterious power.
The meaning of that symbol is probably, remember the agreement.
Helfas said: "I usually never forget what I promised others."
Herfas left.
The child was walking back with his dagger in his arms, walking across the street with a silly smile.
Suddenly, someone shouted from the front.
"Here, I found him."
You can see a group of children looking for him everywhere, and the child who was arguing with him just now is also there, running and sweating profusely.
He hugged the dagger tightly: "Are you looking for me?"
The other party said: "I'm afraid you ran out and disappeared like those who went out."
"And there are always people outside who bully us here. We can fight among ourselves, but others are not allowed to hit you."
These children without family members are always fragile, sensitive and radical. They fight and fight with each other, but are extremely united to the outside world.
After hearing this, the child was a little moved.
He let go of his hand and held up the dagger with some pride: "I will not disappear. I have the sword given to me by Lord Helfas. I am afraid of Lord Helfas."
A child next to me immediately came over and said, "Wow, it's true."
They looked at it carefully and kept nodding their heads: "I have heard that this is a weapon made in a workshop outside. It is black."
A group of children who had been noisy just now were surrounding a dagger and marveling.
"You didn't lie."
"Are we really going to have a witcher here?"
"It's really awesome to be someone who hunts weird things."
"Did Master Helfas say that I can also be a witcher?"
"I, I, I, I want it too."
A group of people crowded together and walked back.
The child walking in the middle said loudly: "Master Helfas said that as long as you want it enough, you can become a witcher." ()