Yu-Gi-Oh!: Fake Hanno, missing arms and legs at the beginning

The many animals present had different opinions and could not reach a consensus.

Some say that [Trent] turned invisible in front of them.

There is also a saying that [Trent] turned into a snow monster and dug a tunnel and escaped.

There are also people who say that [Trent] has never existed and is a collective fantasy. After the fantasy was shattered, [Trent] of course disappeared.

Some even said that Trent was taken away by the Black Dragon King of the Jungle.

In the end, I interrupted these outrageous remarks with my buzzing head and came to a final conclusion.

"The entrance to the cave is guarded by Bazu. He will not let Trent leave at will. Therefore, Trent must still be in our base. We have seen before that Trent's vegetative people have a special ability to transform into false seeds and bury themselves deep in the soil to resist unknown risks. Perhaps he used this method to hide in the soil."

"So, in theory, we have to dig deep into the ground to find [Trent]? How long will that take? And can't he just dig out of the ground?"

Han Nuo looked around the cave uncomfortably. It was not an easy task to find a tiny seed in such a large area.

"This will indeed take some time, but the soil in our cave was filled in later to improve the comfort level. There are solid rock walls on all sides, so [Trent] can't even think about running out of our cave. Boys, dig up all the mud in the cave and give that damn tree spirit a little beast shock!"

"Oh! Boss Fluffy is right!"

"We all listen to Boss Mao Mao Beast!"

"Let's get started! Let's get started!"

Those who have hands use their hands, those who have feet use their feet, and those who have no hands or feet can also contribute a lot of strength.

In this way, the originally quiet and peaceful paradise quickly turned into a bustling construction site.

"Forget it. You guys have a grudge against Trent anyway, so don't let him off easily. Just beat him up for me," Han Nuo stopped Qi Miao who also wanted to dig with his brothers, and asked hurriedly, "I know you're busy, but don't be busy yet. Let me finish my work first, then you can get busy. Do you know the situation of the Dream Gods?"

"Who? I don't know! The big shots always call for the [Spirit King of Green Trees] in meetings, and the one who goes is always the [Queen of Red Leaves]. We only know what's happening right in front of us."

As Qimiao spoke, he did not forget to dig in the mud, and mud splattered everywhere.

"Do you know the passage in the [Enclosed Forest] that leads to the real world?"

"Why do you ask that? The only small passage we can use is the one that can transport food. If we want to go to the outside world, we can't make the decision. We must ask the master of the forest, the [Green Tree Spirit King] for permission."

"So the passage to the real world is connected to your world?"

"That's not the case. The channel must be guided by the energy of the real world to be accurately located. I dare say that even the Queen of Red Leaves, who has mastered the channel, doesn't know how many worlds are connected to the channel that may appear at any time. She can only point out the direction where the channel appears."

"Then can you introduce me to the [Spirit King of Green Trees]?"

"It's not that I don't want to, but after we consumed the anchor in the [Fantasy Dreamland], we have very little time left. The time I can stay is not enough to take you to the place where the [Green Tree Spirit King] is. The other children are not qualified to meet the [Green Tree Spirit King]. It will take at least five hundred days and nights for me to appear in the [Fantasy Dreamland] next time."

Qimiao lowered his head with some disappointment. He didn't know whether the old, weak, sick and pregnant women in his tribe could survive the darkness and cold outside after losing the food support of the [Dreamland].

"Why does it take so long? Didn't you get in through dreams?"

"One hour in the real world is equivalent to one week in the Dreamland. The sacrifices required to perform a mass sleeping ritual will take at least two days. There is no other way."

"Uh...wait, why do two days in the real world correspond to more than five hundred days in the Dreamland? Isn't your day a 2-hour day?"

"According to statistics made by the tribe of the Great Forest Elders, based on the time of the sunrise and sunset of two suns, a day in our world is roughly divided into 36 hours."

"Two suns? What a classic setting. Putting this aside for now, is there no way to extend the duration of your activities in the Dreamland?"

"There is a way, but it requires real warriors to anchor our tribe in the [Dreamland]. As long as there are warriors holding our real body cards..."

Having said that, Qimiao Tu stopped digging and looked at Han Nuo eagerly.

"No, what does that mean? It still has to become a card? Weren't you quite resistant just now?"

Qimiao threw himself forward and knelt down: "My dear warrior, please become a warrior who protects our people!"

"So sudden?"

Han Nuo subconsciously wanted to dodge, but he never expected that his hand was grabbed by the golden skeleton, and he had to look at Qimiao's tearful face.

"No, I'm still a little confused. You asked me to take it easy, but now you want me to become a warrior of your tribe. What do you mean?"

"No matter which world we are in, we cannot survive without warriors. I think you should be aware of this, Mr. Warrior."

"Uh... I'm not sure what you're talking about. Warrior should refer to duelist, right? Then weren't you playing cards very well just now? It's just that you lacked a little detail..."

“For a true warrior, every move can become a source of weapon, but what I use is just the power of all races gathered in me, so I can’t be considered a true warrior.

"You mean Inka? Unfortunately, I don't know how to Inka, and I don't have time to stay here with you."

Han Nuo didn't want to take on this thankless job.

"You don't need to stay here. I just hope you can choose a few children from our tribe to be your servants and fight for you. When the crisis of our tribe comes, I also hope you can come into my dreams to protect these children, even if it's only once. They are all good children..."

He looked at his younger brothers who were working hard with a loving face, his lips moving but no audible syllables emanating.

"So this is a deal, right? You're trading your cards for a duel with me, right? If it's a duel, I won't lose, so the deal is done!"

Qimiao was overjoyed and quickly pulled out the deck of cards entangled in the hair and handed it respectfully to Han Nuo.

After receiving the deck, Han Nuo felt cheated and immediately thought of quitting.

This strange looking man with thick eyebrows and big eyes turned out to be very ruthless when it came to plotting against people.

In this world, voluntarily handing over one's original card means voluntary surrender. The moment Han Nuo got the card, the master-servant contract that could not be violated was officially established.

From then on, there has been an absolute connection between these monsters and Han Nuo. No matter time or space, good or bad fortune or noble or humble, poor or rich, nothing can sever the connection between the duelist and the card.

Having a bond with the Duel Spirits should have been considered a good thing.

But the problem is that putting such cards in a serious deck seems to be too unserious about winning or losing the duel.

You know, in this world, playing cards can even determine the rise and fall of the world...

And I agreed to help you only once, why am I being kept on relying on you?

A large group of weak monsters cast their eyes on Han Nuo one after another, feeling the absolute authority coming from their hearts.

Then, all the monsters knelt down on the ground together. Even the beastmen standing guard at the entrance of the cave knelt down on the spot in the direction of Han Nuo and cheered in unison for their true king.

"My little ones, this is a historic moment. Today, we have an absolutely merciful king. That is our..."

At this point, Qimiao realized that he didn't even know Han Nuo's name. He quickly bowed and said, "Respected King, I still don't know your name. Could you please tell us your name?"

"Ah? Uh... can you please stop talking like that? This is so awkward. If I were to introduce myself... well, my name is Han Nuo, Han as in Han Nuo, Nuo as in Han Nuo. I live in Room 2002, Building 1, Fandou Garden. I don't want to talk about my interests and hobbies, but my dreams for the future are progressing steadily. That's about it?"

Han Nuo felt like he had little words to say. He knew that it was inappropriate to say these words in such a big occasion, but he really didn't know what to say.

"My king! The day you descended, the entire [Enclosed Forest] was whispering the same name, Hanuo..."

Qimiao stretched out his golden bony hands, lifted Han Nuo up by his arms, and lifted him up as if he was lifting a little lion.

The younger brothers who were watching all roared in anger. At this moment they saw their new king. He was the king who gave hope to the entire tribe and the king who would lead their tribe to prosperity.

Because of their telepathic connection, Han Nuo felt no malice and just let Qi Miao do whatever he wanted. After all, since he was already here, he had to adapt to the local customs.

"I don't know why, but I always feel like you're taking advantage of me, but I have no evidence..."

"You are crowned king here. Our Beast King Hanuo has bared his fangs at this moment. As servants of the Beast King, we must be concerned about what our King Hanuo is concerned about and think about what our King Hanuo is thinking about..."

"I said stop! Stop!" Han Nuo quickly covered Qimiao's mouth. This unwarranted flattery made Han Nuo feel a chill in his heart.

And what the hell is the title of "Beast King"? What the hell is "Fang"?

Is it the [Beast King] who was beaten by the [Rescue Rabbit] until he couldn't raise his head?

He would rather not be called such a miserable name!

Although he did say that he wanted to become a demon king or something, that was just to cooperate with Radian and create a forced atmosphere. He really didn't want to act awkward in front of so many people!

"At your command, my king!" Qimiao respectfully placed Hanuo on his back, "My men, follow my king's orders. We must find Trent even if we have to dig deep into the ground. We must not let go of that rotten wood."

"Hano! Hanuo! Beast King! Beast King!"

"Hano! Hanuo! Beast King! Beast King!"

"Hano! Hanuo! Beast King! Beast King!"

Following a miraculous command, all the birds and beasts began to move vigorously. Some were digging, some were demolishing houses, and they almost blew up the buzzing steam engine to add to the fun.

Even the unknown songs they originally sang while working have now become a cry to Han Nuo.

"I will take you to defeat the Lord of the Closed Forest - the Green Tree Spirit King. I have long disliked that cowardly man."

As he spoke, without caring about Han Nuo's reaction, Qimiao ran out of the cave.

Han Nuo's three bodyguards exchanged glances with each other, and then followed calmly. Their positions and the speed of their speed formed a standard cube.

Han Nuo reluctantly grabbed the hair on Qimiao's back. Feeling extremely socially dead, he buried his face in the hair on Qimiao's back without hesitation, not wanting others to see his face which was as red as a monkey's butt.

Qimiao, whose hair was pulled for no apparent reason, thought Han Nuo was signaling him to speed up, so he explained, "Master Beast King, there may be a battle later. In order to conserve energy, I am sorry that I cannot increase my speed to the fastest."

Han Nuo raised his head a little, letting the wind ruffle his not-so-long hair. "Well... why don't you just call me Lord? Calling me Beast King or Demon King is really too embarrassing."

Qimiao was silent for a while. Just when Hanuo thought that Qimiao was protesting silently, he heard Qimiao speak: "I understand, my lord. The [Green Tree Spirit King] we are facing next is a natural warrior. He enslaves and imprisons our compatriots, and can exert the full power of the [Enclosed Forest]. The tactics I use are learned from the fighting style of the [Green Tree Spirit King]."

Han Nuo frowned and decided that he must replace the Gaia deck soon.

"So, the next target we have to fight is still the aggressive beast tribe?"

Qimiao replied: "My compatriots are not just pure beastmen, but that's roughly the case. It's just that my compatriots and I have never seen the [Green Tree Spirit King] use his trump card monster..."

At this point, Qimiao seemed to have something to hide. He kept saying "hmm" for a long time but couldn't finish the next sentence.

Han Nuo felt that he could fully understand the wonderful idea. After all, he had also experienced the feeling of wanting something but not getting it.

"If you want to make it easier, we don't have to rush."