Edge of the swamp.
After Shawn’s figure left, it was unknown how much ti passed before a group of sneaky monsters crept over, a total of six deford Lizardn, forming a complete combat squad. The leading monster checked the corpse of its companion, its expression full of madness and anger.
"Take the bodies back!" (Lizardman language)
The leader of the team looked at the sky, hesitated for a mont, and finally said, "We’ll track the enemy tomorrow."
It’s getting dark.
Even they wouldn’t easily leave their swamp tribe at night, for under the cover of darkness lurk more terrifying evil beings, and without the protection of the Blood Sacrifice Totem, they could die at any ti by such hands.
The bodies of their companions, naturally, weren’t taken back for burial but as reserved food.
The survival environnt in the Bizarre Realm is extrely harsh; not a single bit of edible at can be wasted. Moreover, so Lizardn already started gnawing on the arm of their dead companion.
They ate the monster initially killed by Shawn, then carried the remaining bodies back into the Poison Gas Swamp.
Before leaving, the leader of the monsters also took the spent bullet casings. The enemy used these weapons to kill their kind, and he intended to take them back for the tribe’s priest to examine. To survive in this treacherous swamp, even deford monsters must remain vigilant.
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Thousand Faces Valley.
This is an enormous gorge, with steep cliffs hundreds of ters high, each carved with a gigantic human face, around three ters in diater. There are a thousand faces in total, each different in appearance and expression, so fierce, so resentful, so crying, all seemingly lifelike.
Beneath the gorge lay nurous caves, surrounded by settled humans.
Stone-Blind Barbarians.
A subspecies entirely devolved and deford, the human lineage unable to enter the real world back then. Their intelligence is extrely low, roughly equivalent to a clever dog (Intelligence 7 points). They live like troglodytes, having evolved a self-protection chanism after devolving—giving up all mind power, letting themselves beco blind and foolish.
They cannot see any spiritual bodies, cannot see those bizarre evil objects, basically incapable of perceiving any supernatural oddities, always shrouded in blind foolishness.
Of course, when those eerie presences hunt them down, they remain unaware, rely hiding and retreating into caves.
Their mory is poor.
Even if their parents or children are killed and eaten by monsters today, they will quickly forget everything and continue living in this bizarre land by sheer primal instinct.
They have closed off their inner selves.
In many places within the Bizarre Realm, Stone-Blind Barbarians are kept as food by bizarre existences, similar to how humans rear cattle and sheep.
They farm and obey so simple commands but never leave their tribe. They have almost devolved into humanoid beasts, retaining only a portion of human innate instincts. The blindness and foolishness is a self-protective barrier—whether an evolution or devolution, they ultimately survived, living on as dosticated food.
This is the sorrow of the weak. Humans living in the Bizarre Realm, who have not ascended to beco Transcendents, all eventually deford and degenerated.
With a light breeze, Aemon, expressionless, walked into this Thousand Faces Valley.
A strange wave of mind power erged.
On the cliff face, one of the ferocious carved human faces suddenly opened its eyes. It stared at Aemon’s figure, a cautious look on its face as it said, "Aemon! What brings you here?"
Seeing Aemon’s figure, those Stone-Blind Barbarians fearfully hid inside their caves.
Their instinct sensed fear.
Aemon looked upon these Stone-Blind Barbarians with a trace of pity, calmly speaking, "I want Su’en’s Brain. You’re the only one nearby who has it."
Curios Tracking Skill.
It can directly prophesy and locate what one seeks, providing the corresponding information. The stronger the ability, the more accurate the divined information.
Shawn has not yet learned the Prophetic Skill, and for Low Tier Casters, the prophetic skill is not precise.
The speaking human face changed, glaring at Aemon before him: "What if I refuse to give it to you?"
Aemon gently stepped forward.
In an instant!
The ground lted, streaks of lava traces spread across the surface, reaching the end of the gorge. Behind Aemon lood the massive shadow of a Balrog Fla Demon Lord over a hundred ters tall. As he raised his hand, the entire gorge seed like a volcano about to erupt at any mont; the crust lightly trembled, with the Law’s power twisting everything on the Material Plane.
This is the authority of an Abyssal Lord!
Aemon wore a slight smile, appearing refined and amiable, yet his words were unequivocal. He calmly said, "Give it to . I’ll owe you a favor."
"Refuse, and I’ll unravel your Thousand Faces Valley."
All around fell silent.
After an unknown amount of ti, a creature resembling a giant tumor, covered with tendrils and eye stems, floated over from mid-air. It respectfully presented a black box before Aemon.
"Thank you." Aemon politely took his leave.
He is a man of refinent.
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