Leaf of the World Tree

Pika has lived here for a long time. He was driven out of the tribe by the hobgoblins when he was a child and made a living by stealing. He has grown up to where he is now, relying on his eloquence and superb skills. Even if he is caught by the mercenaries, he can still find a chance to survive.

But if you walk by the river often, your shoes will get wet. A few days ago, it was caught by a group of mercenaries who had cheated it before, and was blindfolded and sent to an important person.

The mercenary who captured it bowed and nodded: "Sir, this is the goblin I was talking about. It has been here for more than ten years and knows the layout of the forest very well! As long as it goes into the woods, no one can find it. With it leading us, we will definitely be able to complete your commission."

The big shot responded nonchalantly. Pica felt his gaze on him, as if he was looking at some garbage. "The mission has been entrusted to you. It's up to you to complete it in any form. If it can't be completed, you know the consequences. I always give clear rewards and punishments."

The mercenary leader's voice became more and more flattering: "That's right, that's right, but sir, we have spent a lot of effort to catch this little green skin, you see the reward..."

The big shot snorted, and Pica heard the sound of something heavy hitting the ground. From that sound, it judged that there were at least 100 gold coins!

The goblin's greedy nature immediately made it lose its mind, and it listened to the mercenary leader grovelling to send people out. Even though his hands were tied, Pika still turned over and crawled towards the direction of the noise. The mercenary looked back and saw it twisting on the ground like a bug, and kicked it away without any hesitation: "If you want to live, stay here quietly. I can't deal with the nobles, but I can deal with you, a little goblin, right?"

Pika was dizzy and couldn't stand up for a long time. He was dragged out by the enemy like a dead dog. When they returned to the camp in the dark forest, the mercenary leader had someone untie his shackles and said coldly: "Be obedient to me, otherwise I will chop you with a knife before I die. If you are obedient, I can even let you eat some meat from the gaps between your fingers."

Pika nodded in panic, but his mind was clear. He had learned a lot from crawling and rolling around since he was little, so he had good eyesight. The mercenary leader would definitely not let him go, so he had to find a way to save himself!

Then, the mercenary leader let it lead the way, taking teams of soldiers and mercenaries to hidden places in the forest, and setting up a siege formation. The more Pika watched, the more disappointed he felt. This was definitely not a minor incident, it must have gotten into some power dispute!

But the people guarding it were too strict. Even after the whole team was well hidden, Pika couldn't find a way to escape. It had no choice but to fight desperately, cling to the thigh of the soldier leader, and flatter him all day long.

The soldier leader treated it as a wild dog and kicked it from time to time. However, the mercenary had to laugh and said, "Brother, what's so good about this little goblin? When we return to the city, I will ask you to sleep with a woman. If this little thing knows our plan and tells others, I'm afraid..."

The soldier leader laughed and said, "Look at what you said, brother, I can't tell the difference between the important and the unimportant. I'm just playing with this thing for fun, and I'll chop it off with my own hands when we're done."

The two of them didn't care about the goblin lying in the corner at all, and chatted happily. Pika didn't dare to reveal his thoughts at all, and laughed when he was pointed at, "Brother, do you think it looks like a dog?"

"Hey, brother, you're right, it's just a dog."

Pika barked twice in a flattering manner, which made the two people even happier. In his heart, he knew that his death was approaching, so he pretended to be even more incompetent and mediocre in the camp so that anyone could bully him.

Gradually, everyone got used to bullying it. On the day when the main force went out to blockade the enemy, the mercenary on guard asked it to fetch wine. Pika obediently fetched the wine, and when the two of them started drinking, he took the initiative to bring them wine and food, and ran away without a trace as soon as he left the camp.

It remembered the locations of these ambushes and avoided them. However, it ran into several clerics who were fleeing. They looked at the goblins and paused. They all heard the sounds of chasing and shouting from behind, and the same words suddenly came to their minds: God wants to kill me.

Pica turned and ran, but was stabbed in the heart by a sword. The priest who killed it said coldly: "This way you won't tell on me, let's go."

The pursuers saw the goblin lying on the ground and walked past without paying any attention. The leader was the mercenary leader. Soon, the sound of fighting and killing came from not far away. Pika slowed down for a long time. Goblins and trolls are of the same origin. Like trolls, it has two dirty hearts. It thought it would become a troll in the future and be carefully cultivated by the tribe, but it never thought that Pika was a complete loser. It was driven out of the tribe because it wasted a lot of resources. These two dirty hearts usually don't bring any good, but one is broken and the other is still beating stubbornly.

Pika heard no sound and tried to stagger away, but when he thought of the mercenary's bag of money, he couldn't move.

This damn goblin nature!

Pika was furious and helpless, unable to convince his instincts. He cursed himself for not caring about his own life, while cautiously moving towards the battle. When he arrived, the ground was charred, the trees collapsed, and everyone was dead. The mercenary leader had lost half of his body. The goblin reached out from him and took out the purse and put it in his arms, and turned around to see the body of the priest.

This is a rich man! It was itching to touch him again.

It didn't matter that it touched the other person, it took out a large box with exquisite packaging from him. There was a line of strange patterns engraved on it, and the first glance made Pika's heart beat wildly, and he almost fainted.

This is neither human writing nor goblin writing. The lines flowing like a river are elegant and light, with a unique beauty. But everyone will understand its true meaning the moment they see it.

【Leaves of the World Tree】

Normally, the pickup truck should have thrown the thing on the ground and left without looking back.

But he didn't know what was wrong. The goblin swallowed his saliva, and with a sudden thought, he stuffed the box into his pocket.

......

As the story is told, Mason's mood goes up and down, which is quite wonderful.

By the time the goblin had finished his hesitant talk, he had lost his temper.

Why steal the leaves of the World Tree when you can steal something else? In the story, the goblin was caught for stealing. Isn't that too light a punishment? If he was caught, he would be tied up and burned at the stake.

Who are you? Don't you know what's happening? How dare you, a goblin, touch something that the church and the nobles are fighting over?

Pica knew that he was just looking for death, so he went into the cave and took the things out with a guilty conscience. The World Tree became excited again when Mason saw the box. Amid the rustling sound of the branches and leaves, Mason held his breath and opened the box. In the soft brocade, a green leaf lay quietly.

It was indeed not big, as narrow as a willow, yet it contained infinite and vast information. When Mason picked it up, the leaves became one in his palm.

It looks ordinary. It has not been washed away by time, nor has it left any traces. People in the future will not know what it is, only that it is a dangerous pollutant. But thousands of years ago, it was carefully escorted by the clergy to the altar.

Why did the leaves of the World Tree fall into the hands of the Craftsman?

As soon as this thought came to Mason, he heard a rustling sound. He vaguely saw the seedlings in the center of the square stretching out their branches and leaves, each leaf was shining with color, as if it was filled with various words.

The Pope once said that a leaf is the thread of a destiny.

In the era before the Black Mist, there was a lucky but unfortunate goblin who got a small leaf from the World Tree. In the original story, he hid this leaf for his whole life. It was not discovered again until the goblin was very old. But by then, this leaf had already recorded its fate. It could no longer be changed.

This goblin did not embark on the path of becoming a god, and his soul dissipated after his death. But after the black mist spread, the leaves of the World Tree remained, turning into a piece of book in the eyes of ordinary people, and finally fell into the hands of the [Craftsman].

And they ended up using this to create a new pollutant.

Mason suddenly realized: "The changed words in the storybook represent the changed fate... As long as we find the leaf that records the history of the mysterious land and add a paragraph about Canaan, the past will be established."

The goblin didn't hear what the other party was saying and asked in confusion: "What did you say?"

"Nothing."

The young man put the World Tree Leaf away again. He didn't know how to leave here. If other people also entered the history recorded by the World Tree Leaf like him, he should be able to find the church member who was unconscious before. Since Pica was the protagonist of the story, it was right for him to follow him.

Thinking of this, Mason manipulated his energy to make a chair. Pica looked at him as if he was going to stay here permanently, and his eyebrows jumped: "I really gave you all the things I stole! What are you doing..."

"Nothing, I just thought you were interesting and wanted to stay a little longer."

Goblin: "..."

It forced an ugly smile and said with difficulty: "There is nothing here. It's really too cheap for you to stay here. How about I take you to the nearest town?"

Mason was as still as a mountain: "No problem, I just want to stay here."

Pikachu was about to explode. With heretics here, it wouldn't take long for the Twelve Gods to come. It didn't want to be killed by the Holy Knights!

But what right did it have to reject the other party? It was just a little goblin. Pica sighed and finally said, "But I need to go out to steal... uh, earn food. Sir, you can't go out with me, right?"

Mason thought about it and it was right. It would be fine if [Disguise] was here. As soon as this thought came to his mind, he saw the goblin staring at his face with his eyes wide open: "My Lord! Your appearance has changed!"

Flesh magic! This must be evil flesh magic! Flesh magic made from goblin bones! This is the end! He will definitely peel off my face and make a new mask!

The magic legends that Pica had heard of kept popping up in his mind, and he completely ignored the fact that even if a goblin fell on the road, no one would pick it up. He was extremely sad, but then he saw the young man stretch out his hand, with his fingertips resting on the edge of his face, groping for something.

After a while, the human sighed softly: "It was really dangerous. I completely forgot that I didn't take it off."

As he said this, he used a little force to tear off the mask that had already stuck to his skin. They were completely stuck together, and the white fingertips and the blood dripping down the fingertips formed a shocking contrast. Pica stared at this extremely horrific scene in a daze, his eyes rolled up, and he completely fainted.