For Fang Nuo, who is still young, "ten years" is a very long and distant concept.

When the mourning birds told him that the Holy Cross was an orc hunter's guild that had been active for the past ten years, but had to be disbanded due to pressure from all sides and other factors, his brain automatically understood these words as:

"Oh, it turns out it's a guild that was disbanded a long time ago."

As his "source of information" in a sense, the mourning birds never skimped on their knowledge and gossip, and generously shared them with the little beasts in front of them:

"The human with the burn scar on his face may have been disfigured by himself."

"When they decided to embark on an expedition, one of the people in power who had supported them in this effort suddenly withdrew all the help he had provided, including money, fame, and so on...... In the end, their expedition failed. ”

Fang Nuo nodded, indicating that the result of "Expedition Failure" was something he had thought of a long time ago.

"The former guild members were scattered, some of them incognito, hiding in the mountains where no life could find them; Some changed their names and surnames, re-debuted with a new identity, and became a powerful 'capable person' admired by the world...... Many of them, in order not to let their new lives be affected by their past experiences, took the initiative to erase the marks left on them as members of the Holy Cross. ”

"There are also humans who have just become members of the guild before the guild is disbanded, and the scars they endure have scratched on their bodies seem to be a testament to their stupid past."

The Bird Queen scoffed.

"After 'quitting' the guild, they hate the sudden demise of the Holy Cross, and often forcibly erase the traces it leaves on themselves by self-harm."

She turned her head, her gaze projecting through the feathers on her neck.

"The human mind has always belonged to themselves, not to their own kind, let alone to other different races." "So, don't look at them pretending to be 'loyal' to something, when they realize that it doesn't fit their imagination, even if there is no betrayal on the surface, there must be a lot of foul language in their hearts." ”

"So," she sighed, "they are quick to regret their own misdeeds and to erase all the traces of their foolishness." ”

"I don't quite understand what you're saying." Fang Nuo, who had not experienced many examples, replied, "You must have witnessed many such examples, so you can form your own understanding." ”

However, he didn't care at all about the feelings expressed by the Bird Queen.

"In order to hide the emblem of the Holy Cross, do you not hesitate to cover your face with more exaggerated scars?" It was enough for him to know this fact, and Fang Nuo thought to himself, "What a cruel human being, that 'Mr. Night'. ”

"I have other questions."

After mentally calculating the duration of the Pig Grass effect, Fang Nuo raised a new question about the nursery rhyme that Xiao Hei had sung earlier.

"Why does that song say that 'Holy Cross' is both 'truth' and 'purveyor of lies'?"

He raised his front paws, and the atmospheric spiritual power around him converged on it with his mind, and after a while, a piece of paper recording the content of the nursery rhyme sung by Xiao Hei was generated in his field of vision out of thin air.

In just a few days, he had become accustomed to the deep prompts that often flashed in his head.

Sometimes, without his attention, he can subconsciously deal with the sounds that pop up as he follows every bad thing and builds something new.

After he was done, it took him a long time to react:

It turns out that voice has just sounded.

Fang Nuo didn't think he was a dull demon beast, but during this time, he had already realized somewhat ignorantly that the "unfamiliar voice" echoing in his mind actually had a high probability of being his own voice.

It's just a little different from the "own voice" he hears in reality.

It was as if he had long ago mastered the information about the tools and herbs and the rumors that accompanied them, but because of something unknown about them, his memory of them had been sealed.

Thus, the "known" becomes the "unknown".

When he stepped out of Huangxian Ridge for the "first time" and came into contact with the outside world, the mysterious "seal" was loosened.

Sealed memories manifest themselves in the form of "malicious values", and once he thinks of a keyword corresponding to a piece of knowledge or an event that can be used to refer to it, that knowledge automatically returns to his mind.

What makes no sense of this conjecture lies in the origin of those things that are constructed out of thin air.

Was this some kind of "miracle" that he had already mastered?

Now, he still knows too little about "miracles", and he will be excited for a long time if he doesn't see a new trick related to "miracles".

"This is not unfounded self-confidence...... Fang Nuo closed his eyes slightly tiredly, and immediately widened, taking the figures of the mourning birds into his eyes, "This is an intuition, the intuition of beasts, no, demon beasts. ”

"For as long as I can remember......," he thought with his hands propped up his head, a little painfully, "why does this come to mind every time I want to recall something or express some feelings?" ”

What do you mean by "since I can remember"?

Were there any other "memories" that preceded the memory he currently has, and did he experience other events that did not leave an impression on this memory?

Fang Nuo believes that these are all things worth thinking about for himself.

All doubts may be solved after he gets into the carriage, returns to the stone wall at the end, and returns to Huangxian Ling.

Although he has only been away from his "hometown" for less than a Red Star Day, he has been affected by the external environment and his thoughts are always active, and he is almost sure that he is the "important member of the Huangxian clan" in Xiong Zhen's mouth.

Fang Nuo didn't think to share these troubles with the mourning birds.

Although, now he can barely regard them as his "friends", and they are no longer simply "drug testing tools".

"What's the use of talking to them? They won't understand. "He's very clear-eyed.

In the eyes of the demon beasts of other races, these thoughts of his seemed to be the pretentious and childish fantasies of the young beast.

Xiao Hei will definitely say that he had a similar time, and then "generously" burst out laughing.

Bird Queen Taro? Fang Nuo could already imagine the other party's compassionate eyes when he said the conjecture in his heart......

I'm going to be unbearable, he thought.

"Is 'lie' and 'truth'......" came the voice of the Bird Queen, who was considering the question he had just asked, "The Holy Cross is a 'human supremacist' organization, and I don't seem to have heard much about its relationship to these two concepts. ”

"However, the other concepts mentioned in that nursery rhyme, I seem to have heard a passage related to 'Holy Cross' before, I can put it into practice."

"It's about the definition of our 'world' in the minds of those who want to slaughter orcs." She flapped her wings, cleared her throat and said, "Do you remember? The nursery rhyme talks about 'the meaning of the existence of the planet'. ”

"Huh." In some ways, the mature beast scoffed at this set of words, "They think so broadly, but what's the point of thinking about this in itself?" ”

"Lies, sins, wars, selfishness, greed, snobbery, cowardice, evasion, excuses, injustice, there is never such a thing as 'truth', the strong prey on the weak, the weak accept it – this is the world in their hearts."

Xiao Hei took the words of the Bird Queen and said a complete sentence word by word.

Because of his sudden serious tone, Fang Nuo couldn't help but shudder.

"This ...... I don't think I've said anything. ”

Fang Nuo suddenly began to suspect that his previous conjecture was just his own illusion, his vision, his thoughts, seemed to be unable to keep up with the casual statements of the mourning birds.

Fang Nuo, who had grown up under the care of a group of elders in the clan, had a hard time realizing the true meaning behind the words mentioned by Xiao Hei.

His understanding is limited to "none of them are good words".

It's like he didn't know the meaning of "beast tide" before.

Even, after going through the underground engineering work, smashing the culprits who caused the spiritual disorder of the forest, and gaining something from it, in his mind, the "beast tide" did not seem to be as terrifying as when he first heard the description of the mourning birds.

"What," he thought at the time, "how easy it would be to dispose of all the soul crystals that exude spiritual power and resentment, and how difficult it would be." ”

"The source of the spiritual disorder has been cut off, and the beast tide shouldn't have happened, well, it's not as terrible as imagined."

Beasts that have never experienced what those words represent in reality, and who have never specifically understood them, naturally cannot look at them from the same perspective as the mourning birds.

"You...... You're more innocent than I thought. Xiao Hei, who had been arguing with Fang Nuo, suddenly became a little embarrassed, "How old are you?" Your family would let a naïve little thing like you go out at will? ”

"Ahem," he said, not looking away from Fang Nuo's eyes, "'naïve' is already an adjective after polishing, oh, I should say you're 'stupid'." ”

"I don't know." Fang Nuo answered this matter very calmly and crisply.

"It could be a year, it could be three years...... Most of the time, I stayed in the lair, occasionally following a large army of my peers into the family hunting grounds, and hiding in a corner before being retrieved by my brother or other relatives. ”

"During the time I spent in the lair, 'time' didn't mean anything to me, and I didn't have a real sense of how it passed."

"This ......" Xiao Hei was speechless for a moment, and aimed at the Bird Queen with a pleading gaze.

Taro, the queen of birds, pretends to be admiring the shadow cast on the ground by the campfire.

"Alas, alas!" Xiao Hei, who couldn't get a helper, let out several heavy sighs in a row, "It's me who 'underestimates' you, Fang Nuo." ”

This was the first time he had called Fang Nuo that way since he heard of him.

To Fang Nuo's slight disappointment, when he heard Xiao Hei shout out the familiar name, what was fed back to his mind by his hearing was still the pronunciation of "Fang Nuo" in the Huangxian language.

By the way, it suddenly occurred to him that "his own voice" often sounded in his head, and there was more than one language.

It is precisely because of this that it took him so many days to reflect the true identity of the "brain prompt".

The language is different, and even if the speaker is the same being, it sounds like several different beings.