This matter was easy in Meng Ke's eyes, but the ordinary people in the camp were different.
The stele was fifty meters high and stood in the center of the camp like a hill. People raised their heads in amazement.
Without the need for anyone to teach how to use it, everyone in the crowd who sensed the energy already felt the peculiarity of the stele.
A string of information appeared in their minds naturally.
"Gathering tasks?" Someone murmured in confusion.
Collection task: Cultivate mature edible vegetables and put them into the camp warehouse.
Completion: 0%
Reward: 10 redemption points
At the same time, people with magical talent get the magic to cultivate plants, and people with warrior talent get fighting skills that match their profession.
"Hey? I'm on a hunting mission!"
After a middle-aged man heard it, he immediately looked at the person who had just spoken in surprise.
the other side,
"Exchange points? Can I exchange something?" Someone thought.
As soon as they came into contact with the stone tablet, some unfamiliar memory knowledge appeared in their minds.
The man looked around, his eyes flashed, he turned his head and quickly walked out of the crowd.
I don't know how many people know the true meaning of this stone tablet...
When the stone tablet fell, they also saw Meng Ke's figure, which was how they dared to surround him curiously.
So, is this stone tablet specially prepared for them
Recalling the knowledge that just appeared in his head, the man suppressed the tremor in his heart, and the steps under his feet became faster.
Go home and close the door.
The man took out a pot of green plants from under the bed.
The flat and wide green leaves are scattered around, and the oval grass spikes are slender, standing straight in the middle, and densely covered with green seeds.
Plantain, which is a plant all over the summer country.
In the famine years, as long as the hungry people saw this grass in the wild, they would pick it up to satisfy their hunger, but now there are not many people who eat this grass. expectorant effect.
The man's name is Lu Zheng. He once learned about this. When the camp was still distributing food, he had noticed that he had collected and transplanted a lot of plantains and put them under his bed.
He took one and recalled the knowledge in his mind again.
This magic requires very little magic power, and does not require external auxiliary materials to quickly cultivate a small plant. This magic is still enough.
Lu Zheng sank his heart and concentrated on sensing the energy in the air, so that he quickly entered that state of darkness.
He began to chant a spell in his mouth, and a series of dark voices came out of his mouth.
In mid-air, the energy appeared little by little, like a gray ribbon wrapped around the plantain in the pot, undulating, and the gray breath was absorbed by it little by little.
This process is very slow, and the plantain that has absorbed the gray energy has grown rapidly with the passage of time.
The leaves are getting bigger a little bit, and the upright grass spikes are getting plump and swollen.
However, in the process, not only the plantain grew, the gray energy also climbed up the blade of grass little by little, flowing in the fine lines on the blade, crystal clear and glowing with black light.
It didn't take long for the gray ribbon to dissipate, and Lu Zheng opened his eyes and was stunned.
In front of the plantain in front of him, countless gray energies covered the lines on the blades of grass, which looked mysterious and beautiful, and there was an energy exuding on the blades of grass.
"This is my... plantain?"
Is this thing still edible
Lu Zheng couldn't figure it out, holding this strange plantain plant, his eyes flickered for a while.
Obviously, the plantain had mutated under the guidance of his energy, and it might have become something like a treasure of heaven and earth.
Before, he was preparing to cultivate plants to complete the task.
But now, he hesitated.
"Find someone to try!"
With that said, he pulled the plantain out of the potted plant, carefully put it in his pocket, covered his head with the hood on his clothes, smeared ashes on his face, and closed the door and left the house.
On the inheritance stone platform, Lu Zheng's identification result was a necromancer, a type of magician, but also the strangest one.
A mage who can transform other people's corpses into skeletons for battle, a mage who manipulates the energy of death and plays with the soul.
Compared with other magicians, the Necromancer is more like the villain in the movie, which makes people feel that they are not good people when they hear it.
He didn't know what people would think of him.
Therefore, these days, even though Lu Zheng was the first group of people to perceive the energy, he did not show off. Instead, he hid himself more low-key as an ordinary person.
Leaving the house, he tossed and turned quickly and walked under the eaves of many houses.
But at this moment, he paused in his footsteps, suddenly took two steps back quickly, and stopped outside a door.
The door was open, and by the threshold, a little girl sat on the bench, looking up in confusion and looking at Lu Zheng.
She seemed to be wondering why Lu Zheng had retreated again.
After a while of silence, Lu Zheng asked:
"Child, where are your parents?"
"Mom went out and hasn't come home yet."
The little girl smiled sweetly, not afraid of life at all.
Now the security of the camp can completely reach the level of not closing the door at night, not only because everyone has nothing to steal, but more importantly, there are guards, and if something happens, unless you don’t want to hang out in the camp, otherwise there is no People do it.
Lu Zheng looked up and looked around. There was no one there. Everyone should go to practice around the already built spirit gathering array, or go out to collect food.
Slowly squatting down, Lu Zheng and the little girl looked at each other, and he took out the strange plantain.
"Wow, what a beautiful flower! Where did you pick it, uncle? Is it a plastic flower? It's so beautiful!" The girl blinked her eyes in amazement, looking at the gray lines flowing on the plantain with incomparable curiosity.
The little girl was only five or six years old, and her mother actually left her at home alone. I don't know if she was big-hearted, or if she really trusted the guards.
Lu Zheng smiled and said, "Can you tell me your name? Tell me, and I'll give you this flower."
The little girl hesitated for a moment, and soon said vigilantly in a low voice: "My name is Ding Meng... Uncle, you will give me flowers... right?"
She was afraid that Lu Zheng would have any bad thoughts, so she was hesitating whether to say her name, but she really wanted that mysterious and peculiar plantain, and she was afraid that Lu Zheng would go back on it.
And Lu Zheng, his original intention was never her name.
After she finished speaking, she simply stretched out her hand, and Lu Zheng handed the plantain into Ding Meng's hands.
"What a nice name! But it's not a flower! It's a kind of food! Very tasty food..."