When I tried to communicate with my family, the initial method of communication was really simply hissing and yelling. But over time, I gradually discovered that whenever we communicated with each other, there was a certain frequency of sound. This frequency seems to contain the meaning we want to express. Every roar and every roar has deep emotions and intentions behind them.
I began to try to control and adjust this frequency, trying to use it to convey more specific and complex information. To my surprise, not only me, but other animals seem to have mastered this method as well. After a period of learning and experimentation, we animals have actually developed a complete communication system—our language.
With this language, communication between us becomes smoother. I can finally explain to my family why I came here, tell them everything I have experienced in the world of supernatural powers, and why I want to come back here. When they heard about my experience, they all felt sorry for me and sympathized with me for all the difficulties and pain I had gone through.
When I finished telling my story, the lion king came up and looked at me. His eyes showed understanding and tolerance. He admitted that they had misunderstood me and hoped that I could forgive them. Under his leadership, the pride welcomed me back into their midst and as one of them again.
At that moment, I felt extremely happy and warm. Standing under the towering tree again, feeling the care and company of my family, I was deeply grateful to that mysterious frequency, because it allowed me to find my home again.
But all the joy and peace were shattered at that moment. On the second day after I returned to the pride, a sudden disaster plunged us into deep despair. It was a golden-winged roc. His figure almost covered the entire sky. He waved his huge wings and endless wind attributes were released from him.
This golden-winged roc seems to be born to destroy everything. Every time it flaps its wings, it will bring up a gust of wind, picking us up like fallen leaves and throwing us far away. Our home was instantly turned into ruins under his destruction, and our lions also appeared extremely fragile in the face of his powerful power.
We tried to join forces to resist, but our strength was unable to block his attack. He slaughtered without mercy, and one by one the lions fell in front of his powers. I could only watch them leave me, but there was nothing I could do.
I know that I can't just sit back and wait for death, and I can't let my family die like this. I quickly ran to the towering tree and hid under its roots. I tried to control my breathing, I was so nervous that I could barely think. I just hope that the golden-winged roc can't see me so that I can have a chance to escape this hell.
However, escaping does not solve the problem. I need to find out the source of this disaster. I need to find out why this golden-winged roc suddenly appeared. I knew the answer might be hidden in that big tree, and all I had to do was dig for it.
That night, I hid under the deep shade of a tree and secretly observed the golden-winged roc. The roc flapped its huge wings, rising little by little, and finally stopped on the treetops, enjoying the baptism of the moonlight alone. I took this opportunity to carefully pass through the lions and go around to the other side of the big tree.
There is a thick tree root there, and under the tree root is a pool of clear water where our lions draw water all year round. In the past, the water in that pool was as rich as nectar and was an indispensable necessity for us every day. But that day, I found that the roots of the tree were cracked, and a strange sap slowly flowed into the pool.
I observed carefully that the color of the juice was not conspicuous, and it blended into the pool properly. If I hadn't been keenly aware, I might have missed it. I dipped my finger gently into the water and took a sip. It seemed almost the same as usual. However, it was only "seemingly", because I still tasted some unknown taste.
I frowned in confusion, thinking a lot in my mind. I began to recall, recalling the day when I first came back, the root of the tree was still intact, which showed that this towering tree had changed after I came back. After that, supernatural animals swarmed in, as if gathering here for some purpose.
This discovery made me even more curious. Can I really find the source of supernatural powers and the reason for the appearance of the golden-winged roc from the cracked tree roots and the sap mixed in the water?
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I decided to give it a try, and a desperate emotion came over me. I stared at the roots, looking at the juice that was constantly seeping out of them, and then decisively licked it all into my mouth. The juice was slightly sweet and mixed with an unknown bitterness, but I didn't pay attention to it. I just let the liquid flow in my mouth and swallowed it slowly.
In order to prevent more sap from seeping out, I walked nearby, picked up some wet mud, and carefully blocked the cracks in the roots of the tree. Although I don't know the point of doing this, my intuition tells me that I can't let more juice flow into the pool.
After that, I started to drink the water fiercely. The liquid in my mouth washed away the juice I had eaten before, taking away the bitterness and leaving a refreshing feeling. But I was so involved that I forgot about my situation and didn't realize the conduction of the sound of drinking water.
The golden-winged roc was awakened by my inadvertent movement. It opened its eyes, a cold light flashing in its eyes. Soon, it noticed something strange on the ground, and its sharp eyes locked onto me. I understand that this moment is the turning point between life and death.
The golden-winged roc flapped its wings, the wind howled, and the earth and rocks flew. My heart beat faster because I knew that this time, I might really be facing an unavoidable danger. However, I also firmly believe that as long as there is a glimmer of hope, I will not give up.
Under the attack of the golden-winged roc, I quickly turned around, suppressed the fear in my heart, and ran away as fast as possible. I felt that all the muscles in my body were supplying me with strength. I was faster and stronger than before. I actually escaped under the nose of the golden-winged roc, which made me a little surprised and a little happy.
I sprinted into the deep forest, and the breeze stirred the grass behind me, as if it was a trace of my escape. I took a deep breath and felt extremely relaxed. My body is getting more and more accustomed to this kind of high-speed running. Every time I land, I feel like I'm stepping on a drum head. This was an unprecedented feeling and made me slightly excited.
I found my strength growing so fast it was unbelievable. It seems like yesterday I could only compete with ordinary beasts, but today, I can compete with the golden-winged roc. I dare not imagine what this stronger power will bring to me, but I know that I must keep a clear head.
Just as I was immersed in the joy brought by my new abilities, a wilderness suddenly appeared in front of me. I felt a little nervous about this unfamiliar territory, but I knew that no matter what I encountered, I couldn't stop moving forward. Because, I need more experience and stronger strength. I started looking for food, in order to survive, in order to become stronger.
My superpower seems to have developed an instinct and started to help me find suitable prey. I slay cattle and sheep, devour lions and leopards, and even deal with the attacks of a sinuous dragon. Every battle made me feel stronger, as if there was an energy flowing through my body, which was the strength given to me by the sap of that tree.
I began to love this feeling and enjoy the excitement of fighting. I observe, analyze, and learn each opponent's weaknesses to resolve the battle as quickly as possible. I also began to understand that this is the true law of survival. The weak eat the strong, and the fittest survive. I want to become stronger to face the more powerful enemies I may encounter in the future.
I traveled through mountains and rivers in the wild, stayed up late at night, and used up all my energy to find a stronger opponent. My eyes wander on the never-ending wilderness, and I know that only by constantly fighting can I become stronger. I imagined what the future would be like, and my pursuit of strength never stopped, because I knew that only by becoming stronger could I have a chance to fight against the Golden-winged Dapoc and survive. Looking back, I have come such a long way, and I tell myself that I can’t give up, I must never give up.
During my wandering days, I fought against different opponents every day and accumulated a wealth of combat experience and strategies. Even though my powers make me powerful, I know that everything is inseparable from that tree. Not only is it a place where I grew up, it is a source of strength for me. I know that if the golden-winged roc also discovers the secret of this tree, the consequences will be disastrous.
During that long year or so, I traveled through countless mountains and rivers and encountered various crises, but I also accumulated rich experience and stronger abilities. I am becoming more and more proficient in mastering my body, and the energy flowing in my body makes every move I make faster and more powerful. Every time I think of that
The secret of this towering tree filled my heart with worries about my hometown. I know very well that as long as the branches and leaves of that tree are discovered by the golden-winged roc, the entire ecological balance will be completely disrupted.
When I returned to my hometown again, the first thing that caught my eye was the once familiar wilderness. Although everything seems to be the same as usual, the presence of the golden-winged roc fills this land with an atmosphere of tension and fear. I hid in the grass and carefully observed the movements around me to ensure that I would not be discovered by the golden-winged roc.
Full of apprehension and tension, I once again walked into the forest I once called home. When I came to that special big tree, I carefully looked around. The soil that I once sealed the roots of the tree was not damaged. This means that the Golden Winged Roc did not discover the secret of this tree.
And this is the perfect time for me to do it!
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