Astral Cockroach

Returning to the mountains, Banbu had a feeling of "leaving home young and returning old," and actually didn't recognize the way!

The vegetation had undergone changes in growth through spring, summer, and autumn, and everything was so unfamiliar that it was impossible to tell which peak he was born on. His eyes were blank, and he didn't know which way to go.

The cockroach population in the mountains was still huge.

There was no sign of snakes, rats, birds, or other expected creatures.

Banbu immediately thought of two possibilities: another powerful red cockroach tribe warrior had come near the mountains; or the original red cockroach tribe warrior was still alive, and his previous sudden disappearance was probably due to hiding in a safe place to sleep and evolve.

As soon as the thought emerged, he vaguely felt mental power sweeping over him. Immediately afterward, from a distant mountain peak, a giant cockroach flapped its wings and took off, like a ball of crimson flame, swooping down.

The speed was very fast, not inferior to any flying bird he had seen in the jungle. The huge body landed directly in front of Banbu.

"Eh!"

A surprised voice sounded in Banbu's mind, and then his entire body was grabbed by a pair of claws.

The giant cockroach pinched Banbu with the tips of its forelegs, raised it in front of its face, and looked it over and over.

"I remember you! That little black guy hiding under the rock!"

"Chirp! Chirp!"

Banbu desperately vibrated its wing membranes, making angry noises, and its antennae also emitted angry pheromones.

Judging by the scent, the huge cockroach in front of him was indeed the red cockroach tribe warrior who had sheltered him in the past. It had indeed not died, but had evolved, and should have undergone a crucial transformation, evolving from an L9 intermediate warrior to an L1 advanced warrior.

"I thought you were the most promising to become a tribe warrior! Haha, sure enough!"

The red cockroach tribe warrior was a little too excited, and didn't care about Banbu's anger at all. After checking it over and over for a while, he put it on the ground and said with some regret:

"Why are you getting blacker and blacker? So ugly!"

Banbu straightened its wing membranes, and didn't know how to answer. His original intention was to pick up a bargain, but the other party didn't die.

If he didn't die, then the life seeds on the mountain were all owned, and the bargain hunt was definitely over.

However, it wasn't a bad thing. Judging from the other party's emotions, not only was there no hostility, but he was also very friendly. According to the inherited memory, he now had a "tribal elder" to rely on, a powerful warrior to back him up.

"My name is Yan Cu Ban Mao, little guy, what's your name?"

"Oh, I forgot, you're still young and can't use mental communication."

This red cockroach tribe warrior even had a name.

Banbu remembered that "Yan Cu Ban Mao" was a rare plant, which, from the aesthetic point of view of the Flying Fire Cockroach tribe, was a particularly, particularly beautiful plant.

It seemed that these primitive intelligent races named themselves casually, directly using the names of plants.

"My name is Banbu."

Banbu struggled to use mental power to transmit the information.

"Banbu… Ah!?"

Yan Cu Ban Mao was startled, flapped its wings, took two steps back, stared at Banbu for a while, and asked hesitantly:

"You… how many molts have you gone through to grow up? Why… how did you learn mental communication?"

Yan Cu Ban Mao became vigilant again, and asked: "Who? Who taught you?"

For the current weak Banbu, using mental power to transmit information was extremely energy-consuming. Just transmitting four simple words caused a burst of dizziness in his brain.

Banbu rested for a long time before recovering from the dizziness, pointed to his head with his foreleg, and barely replied: "Memory."

"Inherited memory? Inherited memory has this?" Yan Cu Ban Mao was puzzled, and scratched his head with his foreleg, muttering to himself:

"The more favored by the God of Nature, the more knowledge one will awaken."

It was a common problem of wisdom, pushing things they couldn't understand to "God", stamping them with the "God" mark, and everything incomprehensible became reasonable.

Banbu shook his antennae, released pheromones, used pheromone communication, and echoed: "Yes."

He was too weak now, and using mental power to transmit a few simple words of information caused his soul to be exhausted and his spirit to be weak. He didn't dare to continue.

Yan Cu Ban Mao was stunned, suddenly realized, but couldn't suppress the excitement in his heart, and then asked: "Why did you leave the mountain peak?"

Cockroach pheromone communication "language" was too monotonous and scarce, and even couldn't form a complete sentence.

Banbu refused to answer such a complex question.

Yan Cu Ban Mao then asked: "Have you been living alone?"

Banbu shook his antennae and simply replied: "Yes."

Yan Cu Ban Mao asked again: "Where? Why haven't I seen you?"

Banbu stretched out his foreleg and pointed to the vast jungle at the foot of the mountain.

Yan Cu Ban Mao exclaimed: "The jungle is so dangerous, it's a miracle that you survived! Why didn't you stay on the mountain?"

Banbu was speechless. Damn it, in that situation, the mountain was more dangerous, okay?

Seeing that Banbu didn't answer, Yan Cu Ban Mao sighed: "Fortunately, you still remember the way home, and you came back by yourself."

Home?

Banbu felt a little uncomfortable, and inexplicably thought of his missing cockroach mother.

Without any accidents, cockroach mother definitely failed to survive the last winter.

"By the way, what's your name again? Banbu?"

Yan Cu Ban Mao was a chatterbox, and before Banbu could respond, he continued to ask: "What is Banbu? There is no such plant in my inherited memory? What a strange name."

There's no way to answer, Banbu was too lazy to say anything.

Yan Cu Ban Mao didn't dwell on the name issue, his thoughts jumped, and said: "Let's go, let's go home."

After speaking, he flapped his wings and took off.

Banbu followed and took off.

Familiar mountains, familiar plants, and the stone where he once hid and lived.

After nearly a year of growth, Yan Cu Ban Mao's life seed saplings had grown a lot taller, and some of them had traces of being moved. When planting, he didn't consider the problem of the development space after the saplings grew up, so he had to move them, which caused considerable damage to the life seed plants.

The raspberry bushes had expanded nearly doubled in size, with dense and lush branches and leaves, taking on an initial scale. Now was the harvest season, and they were covered with raspberry fruits that were about to ripen.

Yan Cu Ban Mao landed in front of the raspberry bushes, carefully looked, selected and picked a ripe raspberry, and carefully peeled off a grain with his toe.

"Banbu, are you hungry? Eat."

After speaking, he swallowed the large raspberry fruit first.

Banbu worked so hard to run so far, wasn't it for this cluster of berry fruits? He didn't stand on ceremony, picked up the grain with his toe and swallowed it.

Sweet and fragrant, warm and soft Yuan power flowed along the blood, and his whole body felt warm and comfortable.

Gradually, his six limbs began to feel weak and weak. Banbu slowly searched for nearby decayed leaves, slowly chewing, to replenish his physical energy consumption. At present, his body could almost withstand the transformation of a grain of raspberry fruit.

Yan Cu Ban Mao had been carefully paying attention to Banbu's reaction. Seeing that he had no obvious discomfort after swallowing a whole grain of fruit, he asked: "How many molts have you experienced to grow up after becoming a tribe warrior?"

Banbu thought for a while, and drew 3 vertical lines on the ground with his foreleg.

Yan Cu Ban Mao asked: "Three times?"

Banbu replied: "Yes."

Yan Cu Ban Mao muttered: "That's a 4-year-old primary warrior, it's been more than half a year? It's a bit slow."

Under normal circumstances, a primary warrior can complete a molt and grow up every month or so. Banbu was delayed a lot of time due to the gestation of the God-given Seed and the Drought Guardian Xun Grass Life Seed, and his growth rate was severely dragged down.

Yan Cu Ban Mao didn't know the reason, and only thought that he was starving in the wild, and said with a comforting tone: "You live alone in the dangerous jungle, this growth rate is not slow. It doesn't matter, I will protect you in the future, and you will soon grow into an intermediate warrior."

Becoming an intermediate warrior, there are very few creatures in the jungle that can pose a threat.

"Thank you!"

Banbu was moved by the kindness and care from his tribe, and conveyed his grateful emotions.

Yan Cu Ban Mao was even happier, waving his antennae excitedly, flapping his wings, and said: "Banbu, you were born in my territory, you are my junior, it is my duty to take care of you."

"Oh dear, you have molted and grown three times, what about the life seed? Have you conceived a life seed?"

Yan Cu Ban Mao thought of this, and showed worry in his emotions.

"Yes."

Banbu gave an affirmative answer.

Yan Cu Ban Mao was immediately relieved and asked: "What plants did you choose to conceive a life seed?"

PS1: The new book is on the list, please recommend votes

PS2: Farming flow, complex settings, slow heat, will consider adding some adventures and combat plots later.