Chapter 11: That Crooked Tree Is Actually Not Simple [Requesting Recommendations]

Zong Shen stored his kite shield, hunting crossbow, and crossbow bolts into his inventory.

With an iron axe in one hand and an iron pickaxe in the other, he stood outside the small courtyard.

The wolf cavalryman Colby had already disappeared from sight.

Only the three silly farmers remained within a few hundred meters of the courtyard, gathering resources.

After some "education," the work enthusiasm of the three farmers had improved to a certain extent.

Tiezhu was diligently chopping down a dead tree as thick as a thigh.

Ergou and Goudan were busy as well; one was harvesting hemp in the bushes, while the other was energetically mining stone with an iron pickaxe.

Occasionally, they would even dig up a piece of black iron ore.

Zong Shen nodded with satisfaction.

He raised his wrist and glanced at his watch.

It was just past noon when he woke up.

It was now around 1:40 PM.

The season here seemed to be spring.

The sunlight overhead felt warm and pleasant.

As long as these three silly farmers maintained this efficiency, by evening, Zong Shen should have enough resources to build some basic and practical structures.

Seeing the three farmers working diligently and the wolf cavalryman heading out to explore, everything was moving in a positive direction.

For a moment, Zong Shen felt that the future was promising.

"Now, I should start working too!"

He said, full of confidence.

Just as he was about to choose a direction to gather resources, he suddenly remembered his strategy module.

Since it was a "strategy" module, shouldn't it know the detailed situation of this area?

As soon as this question popped into his head, golden strategy subtitles immediately appeared before his eyes.

(This place belongs to the Kingdom of Avalon, the Great City of Rentax, Bosbon, and the Ruins of the Azshara Battlefield.)

(That's right, the meadow beneath your feet was once part of an ancient battlefield. Eighteen thousand years ago, this was part of the Elven city of Azshara, until the invasion of the Burning Blood Legion turned it into ruins. After the vicissitudes of time, it now belongs to the territory of the Kingdom of Avalon.)

Zong Shen looked at these two lines of golden text.

It seemed this world had a vast and epic background.

Elves, the Burning Blood Legion, and even the Kingdom of Avalon had appeared.

Avalon culture also had its origins on Earth.

It was an important island in the legend of King Arthur, a holy land of Celtic mythology, and the central belief of the ancient Druid religion.

"In that case, does this world also have dragons?"

He clicked his tongue in wonder.

"Right, I almost forgot the important stuff."

"Is there anything good nearby?"

Zong Shen patted his head, remembering his main task.

He asked directly and straightforwardly.

Deep down, he couldn't help but feel expectant.

If the strategy module could even provide information on this, it would be too overpowered!

The next moment, golden subtitles slowly appeared before his eyes.

(Let me whisper a secret to you: that crooked tree 50 meters to the southeast of the territory is actually not simple. Pick up your iron pickaxe and go enjoy the joy of digging under the tree.)

There really was a hint!

"Holy crap! I hit the jackpot!"

Zong Shen couldn't help but exclaim, instantly attracting the attention of the trio of farmers working nearby.

"What's wrong, Lord?"

"What jackpot?"

Ergou whispered to Goudan beside him.

"I don't know..."

"But as loyal subordinates, I think we should go ask."

Goudan said, quite sharp-witted.

When it came to bootlicking, they were quite keen.

So, they hurriedly left their resources and tools where they were and trotted over.

Tiezhu, who was gathering resources further away, saw Ergou and the others running over. Although he didn't know what had happened, he couldn't afford to miss out either.

Thus, the three silly farmers scrambled to Zong Shen's side.

"Huff... huff..."

"Lord, we're here to protect you!"

"What jackpot, Lord?"

The three were panting, asking eagerly.

But they saw that Zong Shen's face was filled with a smile he couldn't suppress.

This left the three farmers even more confused.

After Zong Shen calmed down, he gave each of the three farmers a kick in the rear.

"What jackpot?"

"Of course, it's a 'mind-blowing' jackpot!"

"Go, go, go!"

"Why are you all coming over here? Get back to work!"

Zong Shen waved them away.

The three silly farmers came trotting over and trotted right back off.

Zong Shen rubbed his hands together, looking around excitedly.

"Southeast! Southeast! Southeast!"

"Right!"

"Where is the southeast?"

At that moment, a golden arrow appeared, pointing to Zong Shen's right.

There, a bare, crooked tree stood out prominently.

The target was very clear!

Zong Shen put away his iron axe, leaving only the iron pickaxe in his hand.

He walked quickly toward the crooked tree.

The crooked tree looked unremarkable on the outside.

The surrounding area was covered in dense grass.

Zong Shen took a look.

He breathed into his palms and rubbed them vigorously.

He picked up the iron pickaxe and began to dig into the soft grass under the tree.

Clods of dirt and grass clippings flew everywhere.

After clearing away the weeds, the black, fertile soil underneath was revealed.

Then, Zong Shen began his excavation.

Ten minutes later.

Zong Shen had dug a pit about half a meter deep under the tree.

Suddenly, his pickaxe seemed to hit something hard, so he lightened his movements.

He bent down, reached into the soil, and pulled out the hard object he had grabbed.

Then, Zong Shen froze.

It was a skull.

It looked very similar to a human's.

However, the eye sockets were somewhat larger.

This skull looked very special.

The bone quality looked like jade—smooth, translucent, and very hard.

However, a pitch-black arrow was stuck in the back of the skull.

A full third of the arrow was embedded in the bone.

Looking at it from the front, it looked like a piece of skull-aesthetic art.

At this moment, the golden strategy appeared right on cue.

(An Elf from the city of Azshara eighteen thousand years ago. In his backpack, there might be some ancient Elven items.)

(The Burning Blood Arrow shot by an Evil Spirit Archer of the Burning Blood Legion; it has not decayed after ten thousand years and is a very good arrow.)

The two hints appeared one after another.

They made Zong Shen understand the cause and effect.

He hadn't expected the arrow on the skull to be a treasure as well.

He placed the skull on the empty ground to the side, not feeling too panicked.

After all, the meadow beneath his feet was the ruins of an ancient battlefield from over ten thousand years ago.

Digging up some bones was perfectly normal.

He reached into the soil again and found a large amount of scattered jade-like bones and a leather backpack made from the hide of an unknown animal.

It was surprising that it had resisted decay for ten thousand years.

He carefully checked the soil one last time to ensure there were no other foreign objects, then Zong Shen climbed out of the pit.

He prepared to examine his loot.

(End of chapter)