The ferns are a race that doesn't seem to be anything special. The reason why they are called ferns is because they are like ferns, and the way they reproduce is very different from that of ordinary creatures. Ordinary creatures, the mode of reproduction, must be mating, sperm and egg combined, and then embryos are conceived.

For the ferns, the situation is more bizarre.

This race has a strange appearance, it is closer to a human in appearance, with hands and feet, a head, and a similar height, but it is often very fat. On their bodies, there are small holes all over their bodies, both male and female.

But the holes look the same, and if you look closely, you can see the difference. Adult males will give birth to some black spores in these small holes, while female ferns do not have such changes, but as they grow older, these holes will expand slightly, and they will look like holes.

At a certain time, when it is time to reproduce, the ferns will pick their mates and combine them. Upon union, the female fern will immediately fall into a deep sleep, and the male fern will launch the spores into the holes in the female's body.

The bun parasitizes into the body of the female fern, and will be stimulated by the special secretion environment in the hole, and begins to absorb the nutrients of the female body, like a seed germinating and slowly growing larger, while the originally obese female fern will become shriveled and withered under such absorption.

Eventually, one to a dozen of these spores will be successfully conceived and become bare embryos, which will grow on the female's body and peek out of the holes. The females who conceive these embryos will gradually lose their vitality during their sleep due to the absorption of nutrients, and they will die.

In other words, this is a race without horses.

It is precisely because of this breeding method that many alien races are also very disdainful of ferns. The ferns themselves are actually very helpless about this type of reproduction, but who made them such a race? So the status of this race has become very strange.

On the surface, the ferns seem to be closer to plants, and their names are closer to plants, but in fact, what they are good at is not the law of wood at all, but a very weird, the power of the law named the law of fetal movement.

The power of this law is obviously a composite law, although it is not known which combination of laws it is, but there is no doubt that the law of fetal movement is powerful. This law senses all the parasites in the living being's body and allows them to multiply indefinitely.

You know, as long as it is a living organism, there will always be parasites in the body, a large number of bacteria and fungi, viruses that do not play a role, these are all counted. Some bacteria and fungi are usually beneficial to the body of living beings, but this should be controlled in a certain amount.

But the fern can allow these things to multiply and grow rapidly, rob the body of nutrients, break the balance of the body, and even eat away at the flesh of the organism. But this law is not the law of life at all, because it does not involve the growth of life force at all.

The law of fetal movement is just a catalyst, an introduction, so that all parasites begin to have the ability and desire to reproduce in large quantities, and the vitality required for reproduction all comes from the host of the parasite, that is, the attacked creatures, which makes the law of fetal movement unguardable.

Of course, this kind of law cannot be easily exercised, and every time the fetal movement law is cast, the fern will shatter a spor on its body. Yes, only male ferns possess such abilities. For ferns, the presence of females is just a tool for reproduction, and they have no ability other than to give birth to new ones.

After all, there is a limit to the spores on the male fern, and the fern that is capable of itself only accounts for half of the total, and it is also limited by the number, once it is used excessively, it will cause the fern to completely cut off the ability to reproduce. Therefore, the ability of the fern is very terrifying, and at the same time, it is rarely used.

Generally speaking, the appearance of the fern clan is generally to kill important people in the human race, and is rarely used in large-scale warfare. I have to say that the law of fetal movement is very sharp in assassination, but it is not usually used. After all, it is impossible for the top of the human race to stand there waiting for you to assassinate, you must find a good time.

So the position of the fern is more centrist.

They themselves are not very willing to sacrifice their spores in exchange for their lives, but when all races are called, they must be recruited. Therefore, war is a helpless thing for them, and if they can, they will not go, and if they have to go, it will play a very important role.

The other aliens, because they are regarded as aliens, rarely come into contact with them in normal times, and only take the initiative to approach them when they can use the ferns. In normal times, the various requirements of the fern tribe are also met as much as possible, and they are rarely entangled.

After all, there are only so many members of the fern tribe, and if they have any requests, they will agree, and there is no benefit in entanglement, and they don't bother to talk to them more, so it's better to sell them.

Because of this, An Xiaoyu identified the fern tribe as the race where Guan Jue was most likely to hide.

On the one hand, the fern has a special position among all the races and is rarely noticed. In fact, this time of cooperation, the ferns simply responded to the voices of other races and empires, and then did nothing. Originally, they didn't plan to go to the battlefield, and they didn't have much combat effectiveness, so it didn't matter if they were big or not?

On the other hand, the Fern is still very important to all races, and many things can be heard about in the Ferns. The other aliens are unwilling to deal with the nine groups, but that doesn't mean that the fern information will be blocked. In fact, many of the messages they will deliberately pass on to the ferns, in order to prepare the ferns when they can use them.

And the most important aspect...... Perhaps in the eyes of these people, or even in the eyes of the primeval races, the ferns are incompatible with any race, and no one can live well with them. But An Xiaoyu just knows that all individuals in no race are the same, and human beings will have differences and wonders.

Coincidentally, Guan Jue is a wonder.

He likes the environment to be a dark and damp corner, and he likes a life of self-isolation by snooping, and he has an attitude of not caring about too many things. This kind of attitude to life, on the contrary, has a lot of compatibility with the fern tribe, thinking that in the ancestral land of the fern tribe, Guan Jue will live very comfortably, and the fern tribe will accept people like him.

Therefore, the fern is the most likely hiding place for Guan Jue.

The cold wind blew and drilled down the black robe into his neck, Guan Jue couldn't help but shiver, sniffled twice, and gently put the things in his hand aside. It is a toy made of wood and animal bones, which looks like an elephant, and when you shake it slightly, the parts will shake involuntarily, and the craftsmanship is superb and it looks very vivid.

Pulling the hood down, Guan Jue rubbed the tip of his nose, buckled the last two parts, and handed them to the two little guys next to him who looked fat and fat, with small black holes on their bodies. These little ones have no clothes on, but they are not afraid of the cold at all, but are very happy.

After getting the new toy, the two baby ferns were visibly happy, holding the toy elephant and carefully placing it on the ground, pushing the elephant to slide on the flat ground. As it swiped, the elephant's limbs began to swing, and its nose, ears, and tail all began to wobble.

The ferns had never seen such a delicate toy in their lives, and in the past, their toys were birds from the sky and small animals caught from the woods. But these little animals don't listen to them at all, and they are commonplace, far less beautiful and strange than such toys.

Guan Jue picked up some pieces of wood and bones around him, cut them little by little with a simple knife, and continued to make the next toy. Not far away, several other baby ferns were waiting. To be honest, he doesn't look cute at all, and even a little disgusting, but Guan Jue doesn't care at all.

In his opinion, although human beings are good-looking, the ugliness in the hearts of many human beings cannot be concealed at all. The more you cover it up with a beautiful appearance, the clearer it will see. He likes pure people like An Xiaoyu, but unfortunately there are only a few such people after all.

On the contrary, these alien races still maintain such innocence and purity. But the corresponding problem comes, the more innocent and pure, the more wild and bloody the later stage, and the price of naivety is the loss of too much reason. Human beings do not have reason, and they cannot develop to the extent they are now, and if they want to continue to develop and survive, they must become ugly.

It's an endless loop.

Guan Jue sighed and moved his hand, which was already a little frozen. He came out this time without anything, not even the simple dimensional space door. He entered the identity of the fern tribe and was a down-and-out descendant of body cultivation, who was abandoned because he had no talent for cultivation, and later learned some mechanical skills and was an architect.

Although it doesn't seem to matter much to the ferns, architects or anything else, they don't exclude Guan Jue's stay. In fact, there are not a few humans who have come to live in the ferns, but these humans have all left this place quickly, full of disgust for them.

So, the ferns were also watching, waiting for Guan Jue to reveal his true thoughts. But to their surprise, Guan Jue didn't seem to be disgusted with their appearance at all, and the way they lived and reproduced, even if it wasn't far away, lay a half-dead female corpse with an embryo on her body.

Normally, Guan Jue would look at this corpse with great interest, observing the embryos inside, if it weren't for the fern clan not allowing him to get close to the offspring that was being conceived, Guan Jue would even want to reach out and touch it. This state surprised the fern tribe a little, and at the same time, Guan Jue was also regarded as a madman in his heart.

With a flick of his fingers, Guan Jue continued his work.

These days he has begun to integrate into the fern tribe, and will also use some human knowledge to teach them how to hunt prey in the winter more easily, and even make simple traps. Of course, in return, the ferns will also provide a living space for Guan Jue, sharing food, fur, and firewood.

The arrival of Guan Jue has made a slight change in the life of the fern people, but the change is not large. It is impossible for him to take out all the ways of survival of Shelley of the field army, for a down-and-out architect who comes from within the territory of all races, these current skills are enough, and it is easy to be doubted.

In fact, what he wanted was to be close to the high-level center of the fern tribe and be able to obtain letters from the outside. However, this depends on the trust of the fern clan who went first, and Guan Jue estimates that at least for a period of time after the Chinese New Year, he will not be able to become a person who can get close to too many fern information systems.

However, in the years to come, the empire will definitely take even greater action.

He knew that the occupation of the northern frontier was only the first step of the empire's plan. Those old yin ratios above the empire, as well as generals like Zhu He, of course, would not think that they would be able to completely control the initiative of the battlefield by occupying the northern border, such a huge battlefield is like a stagnant water, and they can only survive by constantly acting after that.

Guan Jue knows some secrets, but he doesn't know much. However, it does not affect Guan Jue's ability to use his insight and ingenuity to analyze and judge the empire's action strategy, not to mention being able to see the first opportunity, at least being able to see the next step in advance, Guan Jue is still confident.

When the time comes, it will be time for Guan Jue to increase his own value.

"Who is talking about me?" Guan Jue suddenly sneezed and muttered quietly, but the movements of his hands did not stop. Soon, some parts fell into Guan Jue's hand, and with the help of a knife, Guan Jue put all these parts together, and soon turned into a mouse.

From the side, I took a self-curling grass, a long, slender one-leaved grass that was shaped like a curly rod and had a good elasticity to be used as a clockwork. Cut the leaves of the self-curling grass and slammed the right-sized clockwork into the rat's belly.

Placing the mouse on the ground, Guan Jue turned the wooden knob on the mouse's back, and when he let go, the mouse began to crawl slowly on the ground. After all, it is only a part made of wood, the lubrication is not guaranteed, and the elasticity of the self-curling grass is not as good as the spring of stainless steel, and it is already the limit to have this effect.

However, the ferns had never seen such delicate toys that could move on their own, and even the adult ferns who were observing from a distance were wide-eyed and curious.

Guan Jue reached out and touched the heads of the young ferns, handed the mice to them, and said, "Whoever can go and find me two more self-curling grasses, I will make it a toy that will move on its own!" Whoever can find four self-curling grasses, I'll give them a piece of candy! ”

The little ones scattered and staggered into the woods, and the adult ferns didn't care. It's all their territory nearby, there aren't too many wild animals, and these kids are usually playing nearby. Compared to these children, the fern clan is even more curious about Guan Jue.

Guan Jue's black robe pocket contained sugar, but it was not brought from the Empire, but it was made of honey left over from the old beehive, or some sweet fruit and plant root sap, mixed with a special edible resin, which was so delicious that even adult ferns were very greedy after tasting it.

Salt and sugar, in a society with low production capacity, are the most precious condiments, and they are also the most likely to fascinate living beings. Of course, the ferns also knew their own catties, and they didn't snatch Guan Jue's sugar, because they had seen the method of boiling soup, and they felt that they couldn't learn it at all, so they couldn't eat it if they scared Guan Jue away.

But they don't understand, why would Guanjue exchange such a precious thing as sugar for curly grass?

Although this grass is not easy to find, it is not very rare, but they are very inconspicuous, and they can still remain green even in winter, but it still takes a lot of effort to find them in the snow, and only idle children will look for these things.

Guan Jue's exchange of two self-curling grass for a toy and four for a piece of candy is outrageous in itself. Of course, the fern clan could see that Guan Jue was collecting this kind of thing, and some ferns were curious to ask Guan Jue what he wanted this kind of grass to do. Guan Jue just said that it would be a medicine that only humans can use, and he prevaricated in this way.

But the fern is still curious, what medicine should be used so much? Is he sick?

In the evening, Guan Jue put the clay pot full of self-curling grass on top of the box next to the fire, picked up the mortar and pestle next to it, smashed all the self-curling grass, and then poured the juice of the self-curling grass on top of the broken iron pot erected on the fire, and stirred the heated liquid with a wooden stick.

Soon, the green transparent liquid began to become condensed, and under the reaction of heating, it began to turn dark brown, and just as the liquid began to thicken and bubble, Guan Jue added some of the powder from the brains taken from the dried and dissected bee pupae into the pot, and a puff of green smoke rose.

The liquid, which had been boiling, seemed to lose its restlessness, but the smoke continued to disperse. Guan Jue blocked his mouth and nose with a rag, not inhaling the smoke with the vague smell of it. And along the smoke vent above the tent, the smoke flew into the air.

As Guan Jue continued to add some other simple and primitive materials, the smoke that flew out began to turn into an intoxicating aroma. Guan Jue frowned, as if he was resisting something. And just after these smells wafted outside, the sleeping ferns felt that the quality of sleep had been greatly improved.

And the ferns who were patrolling, when they smelled the smell, also felt refreshed, and their brains began to involuntarily get excited. But they didn't find anything out of the ordinary, because the smell was too similar to the smell that Guan Jue emitted when he boiled sugar.

Guan Jue slowly boiled the pot of liquid dry, and finally all that was left was a layer of black, viscous paste at the bottom of the pot. He scraped off the paste with bone chips, saved about a cigarette case, and put it in a small wooden box, and only after closing the lid did he remove the rags from his face.

Under the firelight, Guan Jue's smile became even more sinister.