Rebuilding Terra

Azra, a mysterious star-like woman, traveled alone in this vast wilderness. Her footsteps were light and firm, and every step she took seemed to resonate with the pulse of this ancient land. She stepped on the rolling mountains and rivers, and the towering peaks seemed to be giants carved by time, quietly witnessing her journey; she waded through the rushing rivers, and the surging waters were like a piece of music, accompanying her footsteps. Wherever she went, she seemed to be able to listen to the deep and powerful heartbeat of this ancient land, and the heartbeat seemed to contain stories and legends that had been deposited for countless years.

Her eyes sparkle with the light of endless exploration and pursuit of the unknown, and that light is like a bright star, illuminating her way forward. In those deep eyes, it seems that there is an endless universe, full of curiosity and desire for mysterious things. In her heart, she holds an extremely firm belief, which is like a blazing flame, and will not be extinguished no matter what difficulties and obstacles she encounters.

During his travels in the wilderness, Azra was still recruiting members to join the Violent Hunting Group. The members of the Violent Hunting Group were like bright stars from all corners of the world. They came from different races, and each race had a unique aura and power. Some members possessed amazing power, and their power seemed to be able to shake the mountains and rivers and make the earth tremble; some members were full of endless wisdom, and their minds were like sophisticated instruments, able to quickly find the key to solving problems in complex situations; and some members were extremely kind, and their kindness was like warm sunshine that could dispel darkness and coldness. Under Azra's firm and wise leadership, they began to embark on a meaningful journey.

In a barren desert that seemed to be forgotten by time, a small but tenacious tribe was facing a life-and-death water shortage crisis. The desert was like an endless sea of ​​death, and the dry air seemed to drain all life. After learning this heart-wrenching news, the violent search team acted as fast as lightning. Relying on their own strength and wisdom, they searched for precious underground water sources under the vast desert. Like keen explorers, they did not miss any possible clues. Using magical powers and clever methods, they began to dig wells. After several days of hard work like a hard battle, the clear and precious spring water finally gushed out from the bottom of the well like a miracle. The people of the small tribe cheered and jumped for joy, their eyes were full of gratitude, and their eyes seemed to tell of endless respect and joy.

In the dense and mysterious forest, a quiet village was attacked by a group of extremely ferocious monsters. The monsters were like demons emerging from the dark abyss, exuding a chilling breath. The warriors of the violent search team stepped forward without hesitation at this critical moment. Their figures were like a steel wall, blocking the village and the monsters. They launched a thrilling and fierce battle with the monsters. With their tenacious fighting spirit like steel and their tacit cooperation like a telepathic connection, every move and every look was full of trust and strength. With their brave fight, they finally repelled the ferocious monsters, protected the safety of the village, and restored the peace of the quiet village.

In addition to sparing no effort to help the prehistoric creatures solve those thorny problems, the Violent Hunting Group also resolutely began to promote their unique and profound ideas in the prehistoric land. Like passionate orators, they shouted loudly and told people with a firm voice that the apostles were not the embodiment of evil, and there were also good people among the apostles. They called on everyone not to blindly hold a hostile attitude towards the apostles, because every life should be treated fairly and understood.

They enthusiastically distributed well-made flyers in the bustling market, which were like the flame of hope, conveying new ideas; they held lively and interesting lectures in quiet villages, using real and touching stories and convincing real examples to explain their views in a simple and easy-to-understand way. Gradually, some people who were originally determined began to waver, and their tightly closed hearts seemed to be gently pushed open a crack, and they began to re-examine their long-standing one-sided views of the apostles.

After a period of hard work, Ezra brought the violent hunting team full of vitality and hope to the ancestral land of mankind. The ancestral land of mankind is like a mysterious paradise full of vitality and vigor, and every corner is filled with the breath of life. Although the human tribes here live under difficult conditions, they have admirable hardworking and brave qualities. They are like tough weeds, growing tenaciously in adversity. They are united and friendly with each other, like a closely connected big family. Ezra slowly walked into a human tribe, her eyes full of concern and warmth. She saw the busy and energetic figures of the people, as if she saw the power of life beating; she heard the cheerful and innocent laughter of the children, as if she heard the most beautiful music in the world.

She began to help the tribe survive better with her own practical actions without hesitation. She was like a messenger of wisdom, teaching people new planting techniques, which made the harvest of crops more abundant as if by magic, and made people's faces full of joy of harvest; Shennong also made friends with her because she improved the various techniques invented by Shennong. She helped people use clever methods to build stronger houses, which were like solid fortresses that could withstand the ruthless invasion of wind and rain; she also patiently taught people some simple and practical self-defense skills, so that they could have the power to protect themselves and their families when facing danger.

At the same time, Azra was also diligently promoting the declaration that apostles could also be good in the tribe. She was like a patient mentor, patiently explaining in a gentle tone. She told people that apostles were actually like other creatures, some good and some bad, and they could not be generalized. They should be viewed with rational thinking and fair eyes. The humans in the ancestral land listened to her words quietly, their simple eyes flashed with a thoughtful light, as if they were silently weighing these new concepts in their hearts.

As time passed quietly like a silent stream, the humans in the ancestral land quickly accepted this idea. They began to look at the apostles with a more rational and objective perspective, no longer blindly fearing and rejecting them. They got along well with Azra and the members of the Violent Hunting Group, and established a deep and sincere trust with each other, just like a warm big family.

In that distant and mysterious demon world, Held stood quietly on a tower that soared into the sky. The tower seemed to be a bridge connecting heaven and earth, and her stern face showed a complex and elusive expression. She looked in the direction of the wilderness, and her gaze seemed to have traveled through endless time and space.

"Hmph, Ezra, you've been working tirelessly to promote your doctrines. Let me see how fragile your justice is. Let me see how you treat those apostles whose very existence is the source of the problem." Held whispered to herself. Her voice seemed to come from a deep valley, with a hint of mystery.

She has her own unwavering plan in her heart. Deep in her heart, she firmly believes that everything she does is to rebuild the once beautiful home and to restore the world to its former glory. In her opinion, Ezra's behavior is childish and an escape from the cruel reality. She believes that only her own way is correct and can put the world on the right track.

So, Held began to plan carefully in secret. She decided to give Ezra a severe test, a test that would allow her to see the so-called "reality". That test was like a storm hidden in the darkness, about to sweep over.