Steampunk City [Infrastructure]

"Baby, what is the pattern on your body?"

Little salmon shrank his head, don't call him baby like that, it made him want to run away.

The wise men stared at the salmon almost without blinking, waiting for an answer.

"This is my name, what's wrong?" Salmon almost screamed, because the eyes of these old men were too scary, and they touched the little robes on their bodies. This was drawn by the little patriarch and told him this. It's his name, let others know that he and the little patriarch belong to the same tribe at a glance, this is his favorite thing.

Almost at the same time, the expressions of the wise men were unprecedentedly excited, and because of the excitement, their hands began to tremble uncontrollably.

The pattern makes sense!

The pattern that is exactly the same as the one left by the ancestors has a clear meaning!

Even the most worshiped totem of the tribe is only a spiritual symbol without practical meaning.

On the land, no matter which ancient tribe, or even an ordinary tribe with a little bit of historical background, there is an equally ancient hadith.

In the most glorious ancestor era, there was a pattern called characters, which could record the sun, moon, mountains, rivers, and stars, record the changes of the world, the prosperity, and express everything on the earth with patterns.

The experience of life is no longer passed on orally, and the glory of the tribe can also be passed down from generation to generation through patterns called characters.

Words are too sacred, even if they just open their mouths, they feel that they will alarm the ghosts and gods in this wilderness.

In everyone's cognition, the lost ancestral script is more sacred and important than the most revered ghosts and gods.

On the earth, which tribe does not reverence the legend of the ancestor's writing like a god.

The reason why the tribe is not as good as the next generation, and degenerates into savages who drink blood, isn't it because the loss of the ancestors' characters broke the inheritance of the tribe.

It can be said that the biggest reason why the glory of the ancestors has been forgotten is the loss of words.

Therefore, this kind of regret is recorded in the souls of all people by the ancient hadith. The content of the hadith may be forgotten due to too long a time. Only this hadith about the ancestor's writing remains unchanged. .

Every time I think of such a great and vast ancestor's glory disappearing like this, it can make people feel painful.

But now, they found a pattern that is exactly the same as the trace left by the ancestors, and it has the meaning of recording things.

It... is a word!

The trembling hand pressed the salmon to the ground, and frantically and terrifiedly touched the word like a pilgrimage!

His face is full of expressions that are more excited than the craziest fanatics!

No one can describe their current mood, that almost crazy obsession with words.

Salmon shivered: "..."

Are these old men crazy?

The salmon was also clever, and when these old men couldn't control their emotions and trembled, they kicked their calves, screamed, and crawled outside.

"help!"

He was going to find their little patriarch.

When they screamed and ran to the ridge of the field, the salmon almost jumped into the field with its calves glaring, and hugged Luo Zhan's thigh tightly, scaring him to death.

Luo Zhan glanced at the salmon in surprise, what's wrong with this baby?

Rubbing the soft hair on the salmon's head, his eyes turned down the mountain again.

Because at the foot of the mountain, the most important thing happened at the moment.

At the foot of the mountain, a white jade snail as huge as a small hill was climbing up the mountain.

Standing on the snail's white shell was a young man with firm eyes and long silver hair flying. He was a night moth of the psychic family who had been stationed at the foot of the mountain.

For so many days, Night Moth led the psychic family to stay at the foot of the mountain. They were waiting, waiting for when the water on the mountain would run out.

But this was beyond their expectations.

Not only was the water on the mountain not used up, but what they saw was that the Xietong family brought a lot of water down the mountain every day.

Day after day, other people drink water without any scruples, but they can only wet their lips with water.

Obviously they are all in the same area!

Finally, they understood one thing, and there was no point in waiting, because there seemed to be endless water on the mountain.

Moreover, if this continues, they will have to reduce the number of people who come to this area, and more and more people are sent by the Xietong family.

Everyone knows that it can't go on like this, so today, Night Moth stood on his beast and started to go up the mountain.

Today's noctuids are very different from those of the past.

The silver hair that reaches the ground is still flying, but the insect breeding boxes on the back have become three, and they are carried on the back in the shape of a rice.

Each insect breeding box reaches two meters, which looks very exaggerated.

Ye Moth's expression was very serious, he knew what his going up the mountain represented.

The index fingers of both hands are close together, and the other fingers are interlocked. This is a mudra, which can make him concentrate more.

The black tadpole text in the eyes dripped out of the eye sockets crazily, forming two black "broad faces" on the cheeks, dripping on the white jade shell of the huge snail under the feet, making the pure white jade snail shell covered with dense mantras. arts.

With three insect breeding boxes on its back, countless insects flew out frantically and poured into the sky.

In the huge snail shell under the feet, there are even more insects with an incalculable number of reptiles, crawling all over the ground.

The sky and the ground are densely packed with bugs.

This is his strongest form.

Luo Zhan swallowed his saliva, he was going to fight at the door.

Next to him, Annunciation patted his chest, "Ah, don't be afraid, according to the rules of the earth, he came up alone, not with the psychics, that is to say, he came up to challenge us."

"Although Nocturnal Moth of the Necromancers is as famous as our Necromancer, his reputation is due to his good looks."

Luo Zhan: "..."

At this moment, the night moth standing on the white jade snail is really looking at the extreme, like a fairy in the world, a god in the world.

"Our burdens are different. Our reputation depends entirely on our strength. With a green face and fangs, we are vicious. Look, how domineering."

Luo Zhan: "..."

Negative Xie's reputation is really... stink.

I'm afraid it's the reputation spread by the hostile forces of the Xietong tribe everywhere.

Reporting the funeral also added, "The outsiders say that we are the cruelest, ugliest and most savage men on the earth. I heard that from the outsiders last time. It sounds exciting."

Luo Zhan couldn't help but glanced at the nephew not far away.

It's just a slander, it's not sure if it's ferocious or barbaric, but it's definitely considered good-looking among the tribesmen, and it belongs to the kind that is sought after by countless people.

Negative Xi also happened to look over, and stared at the good news and the good news, thinking he couldn't hear it?

Announcing the good news and the news of the mourning hid behind Luo Zhan, sticking out a small head, "It's not what we said, it's what foreigners say."

After speaking, he said to Luo Zhan, "Don't worry, night moths can't defeat us."

"Negative Xi inherited the strongest mantra of our Xietong Ancient Clan from birth."

"I don't even look at how many rings of magic power there are..."

At this time, several wise men from the ancient Xietong tribe also came out. They were originally out to chase salmon. They had to study such an important matter as writing.

But seeing the current situation, he also frowned and looked down the mountain.

On the other side of the bear, "swipe, swipe, swipe", huge and scarlet eyes spread out from behind him, like an unfolding fan, or like a bird spreading its tail.

The eyes are huge and scarlet, there are eight in total, and they look extremely strange.

It was the first time for Luo Zhan to see these eyes at such a close distance. Upon closer inspection, these eyes were all composed of strange mantras, and the dark light flowed.

There was still some distance between the two people on the mountain and down the mountain, and Luo Zhan clearly saw the night moth down the mountain looking up.

Looking from the bottom of the mountain to the top of the mountain, it is estimated that what you see are these eight huge and scarlet eyes that are extremely conspicuous.

Noctuid did not stop any time this time.

Luo Zhan could see the weird bugs one by one, and climbed up the mountain excitedly.

He frowned, what if there was a fight, what would happen to the seedlings he just planted?

But others have come to the door, and the leader will definitely not back down.

People from the Xietong tribe also surrounded them. Since the night moth came up to challenge alone according to the rules of the earth, they only came to watch the fun. Of course, this has something to do with their confidence in the responsibility, otherwise there are no rules, dare to come to provoke , will bear the wrath of the entire Xietong tribe.

On the land, everyone is full of worship for the strong, but there is a limit to this worship, that is, it cannot threaten the survival of the tribe. Rules are important, but they are desperate, and I am afraid they will not have any scruples.

The eight eyes behind Xie Xi became more and more scarlet, as if some energy was bred in them.

The battle is imminent.

Announcing the good news and the funeral also dragged Luo Zhan, "Auntie, let's sit and watch over there."

Luo Zhan: "..."

The salmon hanging on Luo Zhi's lap also sticks out its small head, is it going to fight?

It seems that the people of the Xietong tribe didn't worry too much about this battle.

Luo Zhan gritted his teeth and yelled in the direction of the bearer, "Don't hurt my seedlings."

This was his hope and the salmon's.

After all, this is his tribe, and it's nothing to fight in his tribe's territory, but there's no way, this result is beyond his control.

The boss was stunned for a moment, Luo Zhan's character of never causing trouble, but now he is still worried about his weeds?

Negative Chi frowned, otherwise the weeds would not be allowed to come up.

The footsteps of the bearer were just about to take a step forward, but stopped again, and looked down the mountain in another direction.

The night moth that was going up the mountain also stopped and looked in the same direction.

"call!"

Loud whistling sound.

The voice was so loud that Luo Yan couldn't help looking over it, and then opened his mouth in surprise: "..."

On the sky above, a giant bird with huge bronze wings was flapping its wings.

It is not right to say that it is a giant bird. It is a human being. The human being is very small, but the wings are so huge that it cannot be described, just like a hummingbird has the wings of a dragon.

Like a god in the clouds.

If you look closely, you can still see a group of people who also have bronze wings under that huge bronze wing.

The huge whistling sound was the sound made by rubbing against the air when the pair of outrageously huge bronze wings were flapped.

"Huh, the bird of the ancient bronze clan?"

"The wings are so big, how much mana does it take to consume?"

"They looked like they were being chased by something."

Sure enough, when he got closer, he could see countless black things behind the group of birdmen in the sky.

Upon closer inspection, it turned out to be huge rough stone wheels spinning crazily.

"Woooooo."

The sound of the stone wheel spinning also came over.

From time to time, the huge bronze wings slapped the stone wheels that hit them, making the sound of explosions when they collided.

Luo Li looked at Annunciation and Annunciation. These two knew more about the land than he did. His former small tribe had always lived in a corner, and had no access to some things at all.

The first person to report the funeral said, "It's the Minglun Ancient Clan. The Minglun Ancient Clan is chasing people from the Bronze Clan. They are an ancient tribe in the Northern Wilderness who cast spells with their hands. They have great strength in their hands. They can throw huge stone wheels into the sky, and the spells in their hands can be temporarily attached to the stone wheels to control the direction of movement of the stone wheels."

Sure enough, Luo Zhan saw that those crazily spinning stone wheels could not always stay in the sky, but would return to the ground after a while.

The principle of indeterminate flying ring?

Or the principle of flying back and forth?

Throwing the stone wheel by hand, as long as the force is strong enough, the force of rotation can indeed stay in the air for a period of time.

In addition, their spells can temporarily control the direction of the stone wheel, which means that it is theoretically possible to use the huge stone wheel as if it were flying around.

Even their spells can guide the rotating stone wheel to attack the target enemy, and the attack power does not seem to be weak.

The northern Minglun ancient tribe who used hands as tools, another new ancient tribe came to this area.

Luo Zhan thought so.

Suddenly "Peng" sounded.

A pillar of air was launched from the ground towards the bronze clan in the sky, and the clouds in the sky were blown out of a hole by the invisible air pillar.

The bronze wings in the sky barely avoided the attack.

This is?

Reporting the funeral was also surprised with a small face, "No wonder there are juggling birds, and the ancient bronze clan is still being chased and beaten."

"It turns out that the Fenghou Ancient Clan is also there, and they are chasing people from the Bronze Ancient Clan together with the Minglun Ancient Clan."

"The ancient Fenghou tribe is an ancient tribe in the northern wilderness who used their lungs as a device to cast spells. They inhaled air into their lungs and then expelled it to form an invisible attack."

"Can blow away all the clouds in the sky, I don't know who is the one from the Fenghou Ancient Clan."

"That little dwarf Juque is too pitiful, to be chased and beaten by two ancient clans."

"No, why is the sparrow flying towards us..."

Every century has its own shocking civilization. For example, what Luo Zhan sees now belongs to the most colorful civilization of this ancient century.