The Sprouts That Sprout

With the deal settled, Herren can finally get to work on Haestir's matter.

In recent days, Heron has been working hard to finish the crossbow, but Udir has also brought good news from other tribes, along with a few hearth dwellers.

And old Ian, that fool, finally figured out Heron's blueprints, so Heron could finally entrust these chores to them with peace of mind.

On a rare sunny day, Heron invited Sejuani out alone, intending to take her out for a stroll.

Sejuani was overjoyed. It took her clumsy boar hands quite a while to make her hair and clothes look nice.

But when they arrived at their destination—a frozen lake not far from the tribe—and saw Aura waiting for them, Sejuani's face immediately darkened.

Aurora was initially greeting them enthusiastically, but when she saw Sejuani's face, she froze.

How can this be so scary...

Herren, however, paid no attention to any of this. He walked to the lakeside, stepped on the empty ground, and began to ponder deeply.

At Heron's request, Udyr collected some seeds, but Heron still couldn't find a suitable place to plant them.

Other tribes do have a small number of farmers, but the land they cultivate is mostly in rare, unique locations with small areas, suitable only for emergency food reserves, making it difficult to expand production.

This area near the lake is the flattest and warmest tundra in the vicinity.

But Heron still instinctively felt that this place was not quite right... Not to mention that he wasn't a professional farmer in his previous life, even if he were, the crop varieties in Freljord would be completely different.

He had no confidence that he could grow crops in such a place.

"The scenery by the lake is quite nice, but unfortunately... the place is a bit small. It would be better if two people came."

Sejuani muttered to herself, clearly dissatisfied.

Herren was still thinking, but instinctively replied.

"This is already the largest plot of land we could find in the vicinity..."

"snort……"

Hearing Sejuani's cold snort, Heron finally realized what was happening and offered a comforting smile.

"I'll definitely do it next time."

"Hehe, don't do it next time, I don't care anyway."

"No way, I'll show you something good, how about it?"

Heron beckoned, summoning Aurora, who hopped over and immediately called out to Haestir.

"What the hell is that...?"

Sejuani was startled to see a huge elk appear before her.

Because Heathcliff looked so strange, in order to make it easier for Sejuani to accept, Heathcliff has revealed her true form and is no longer in that semi-transparent spirit form, but she is still very strange.

It has the appearance of a strange deer, and its fur is covered with bizarre runes caused by the distortion of divine power.

Only Aura would be willing to approach such a monster upon first meeting it; an ordinary person would be extremely wary of it.

"Haestriel, an ancient demigod."

"A demigod? This thing is a god?"

Sejuani said in disbelief.

Although she had never seen God, she had seen some images of Him and heard descriptions from some believers.

Which god isn't mighty and majestic? Although this Haistriel is large in size, she's only about the size of a Juvask, and her appearance is far from flattering... Even if she's a god, she's an evil god, to be honest.

"Hey, don't believe me? I've already seen it... Alara, let Heathel show you."

"oh!"

Aura quickly whispered something in Haistel's ear, and then Haistel raised her hoof and gently stepped onto the tundra beneath her feet.

Centered on the spot where He stepped, the thin layer of snow melted and seeped into the ground. Then, the moss unique to Freljord slowly sprouted from the ground. Its color was not bright, but rather dark and dull. However, in Freljord, it was a rare splash of color.

but……

"this one?"

Sejuani frowned, looking at the newly grown moss at her feet, and said disdainfully.

"You can't eat this stuff..."

"Eat, eat, all you ever think about is eating! Even Steelmane is smarter than you! Don't you find that amazing?"

"Hehe... How amazing."

"Never mind... I knew you wouldn't grasp the point."

With a confident air, Herren pulled a small bag from his pocket and poured out a few seeds.

This was something Udyr had gathered, and Harren couldn't tell what kind of seeds they were. Even after seeing the "crops" grown from these seeds by Udyr, Harren still couldn't recognize them.

It looks a bit like wheat, but it's completely black, and its roots are like iron. It's probably a unique variant of Freljord, but I don't know where it originated.

Locals call it "skinny grass," not only because it grows tall and thin, but also as a satire of those who make a living by growing it, implying that they can't get enough to eat all year round.

But Herren faced a problem next, because he realized he didn't know how to cultivate the land.

But then I thought, since I have Haistriel's divine power to back me up, and it's just a demonstration... I can just bury it in the ground, right?

Helen dug up the soil, and because of Haistel, the originally hard frozen soil became soft. Helen buried the seeds in it, covered it with soil, and also pulled up some moss and stuffed it in, thinking that it might be able to serve as fertilizer.

"Alright, Aurora, let's begin."

"Next time you can just talk to Heathcliff directly; she can understand us..."

It must be said that although Alara mentioned that when she first met Haestir, Haestir was in her most confused phase, cruel and irrational, after spending so much time with Alara, Heron at least felt that Haestir was a gentle elk.

He obediently lifted his hoof and gently stepped down.

After a brief moment of stillness, the soil trembled, and several green shoots broke through the earth, struggling but tenaciously pushing their way out.

Even Sejuani's eyes lit up at this sight, and Heron was even more excited.

However, this accelerated growth process came to an abrupt halt after a few green shoots had emerged.

Those few tender green shoots trembled in the cold wind, showing no signs of growing again.

Herren looked at Aurora, who scratched her big ears and said awkwardly.

"Haestriel's current divine power is only... only this much."

"hiss……"

Although the "thin grass" successfully grew, without Haistel's divine power, the tender new shoots obviously could not survive the cold weather.

Sejuani also pouted at this moment.

"If that's the case, I don't see what's so good about this..."

"That's what I wanted to tell you."

Herren stood up, his face showing little disappointment.

"At least this proves to you that Haestir is indeed a god, and a god who brings food; she just needs believers to provide her divine power... So, Sejuani, perhaps the tribe can worship such a god, right?"

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Haestriel