Chapter 683: The Dust of History

Mu Yi was thinking about how to answer his teammates' questions, when a white halo flashed in the cave, and the poor Terran thief entered the urn. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. biqUgE怂 ļ½‰ļ½Žļ½†ļ½

Things have developed to the current situation, and I am afraid that many players in the cave also have a tacit plan in their hearts - don't tell those who are still up there! Why are they spared if we fall for it? Come down and be a few of our brothers! Maybe it started with the tacit idea of going forward and not looking back, and everyone tacitly didn't remind or debunk it.

The ugliness of human nature is torn and bloodied in the middle of the game, and it is not even an ugly thing in front of it.

The butterfly knife has undergone a similar emotional change as Mu Yi, and then the swordsmith, Lu Dan, nine o'clock seems to be the agreed online time for these guys, and this small team has gathered again in this dark underground.

Mu Yi ignored everyone's reprimands for not looking back, and walked towards the stone wall of the cave, trying to stay away from any player that Mu Yi could not fully trust, and there was no player in the cave who Mu Yi trusted at present; Second, it's really not a good way to stay here for a long time, yesterday Lu Guo had already explained to himself that he had to brush up on at least three million battlefield contributions to take care of all the skills, and there were still a bunch of skills on Mu Yi's equipment that needed to be improved, time was the contribution, and one could not be delayed!

The stick figure in blood on the stone wall depicts a battle, a battle that is not singable or sageful, let alone a legendary epic, but a battle between three orres who at first glance look ordinary and fifty equally ordinary Terrans that have long been buried in the torrent of history.

Fangs, big eyes, and wooden legs are three ogres.

The two buddies on the painting symbolize the position of the head is a pair of extremely conspicuous fangs, the second represents the circle of the skull, the teeth are slightly smaller but there is a huge eyeball, and the last one is a normal upper body but the lower body has a leg is a slender prosthesis, after seeing such three images, Mu Yi simply named these three ogres fangs, big eyes, and wooden legs.

The wild plains are rich in water and grass, enough to feed the short-haired mammoth of the entire Abyta continent, and the tribe where the three ogres are located follows the migration route of the short-haired mammoth to live in the water and grass, living a relatively rich life, and occasionally the thin-skinned and tender-fleshed humans caught from the passing caravans are a feast, and the days are quiet and quiet.

Mu Yi shook his head with a wry smile, thinking: I am a human myself! I can't quite accept the idea that eating people is similar to opening a small stove and adding food! But I'm not going to judge you from the moral high ground!

Until that year, the abundant pasture grass no longer grows, and the short-haired mammoth after drinking the original sweet and delicious spring water poured down like an avalanche in the Hengduan Mountains, and all the people who ate the short-haired mammoth that died as a result returned to the arms of some unnamed demon god like the short-haired mammoth.

Of course, the reason why this god is reluctant to reveal his name is that Mu Yi himself does not know who this god is, not that it is an anonymous person. The mural is very rough, and Mu Yi needs to use his imagination to understand it, but the strange attitude of the demon god who is unwilling to be named is willing to take responsibility for this incident makes Mu Yi a little curious, but he firmly remembers the appearance of the totem of the demon god in his heart.

This is the beginning of the war, which means the summoning of the King of the Demon God, and all the prime of life in the entire tribe need to respond to the call of the Demon God and go to that glorious battlefield.

Mu Yi shook his head, are you guys funny? Cut off the short-haired mammoth on which you depend, and killed your people, and you tell me that you were summoned to help him fight? Shouldn't this mean a declaration of war? This demon god can, this ideological and political work is done! Brainwashing level!

Together with their people, the three ogres responded to the Demon God's call and went to battle.

This mural shows more than thirty orcs in total worshipping the totem, which is just a warrior sent by the tribe.

War is brutal and sacrifice is necessary.

The mural simply made Mu Yi fail to understand it for a while when he first saw it, but after looking at the thirty orcs before, and seeing the elementary school arithmetic-like sticks one by one, Mu Yi thought for a long time, and then he understood the true meaning of the mural - a total of four battles, the first one lost five ogres, and the thirty sticks were divided into a group of five people by the length of the interval, and there was a ramp on each stick, symbolizing that the stick was broken and the ogre died; Seven in the second game; There were five people in the third game, and in the fourth game, there were only three people left: Fang, Big Eyes, and Wooden Legs, and it was also their last battle, a battle that ended up together.

The Demon God promised that if they defeated those weak enemies, the water grass and springs would return to the beautiful Orc Plains and their tribes would prosper again! That's the promise of the Demon God! For the prosperity of the tribe, for the comfortable and quiet life in the past, the three of them were willing to exchange all their lives for it. But they completely forgot that their lives were not worth the price to the Demon God, only the victory they won was worth the price, but the victory? It's easier said than done, there are only three of them.

Is this a promise? This way of speaking is called a threat, okay! Poor baby! Hemp eggs! I still have some sympathy for Mao, these guys who really eat people and don't spit out bones? Sins, sins, sins! It's a man-eating monster!

What follows is the specific description of the battle.

The three ogres met the fifty Terran soldiers.

The Terran soldiers were replaced with sticks, which made Mu Yi very unhappy, at least drawing a stickman is the same thing, right? What is this stick that doesn't slip away?

The orcs' sharp instincts told them that these weak enemies did not seem to be exactly the same as those that had preceded them. The difference was not the things on their bodies that seemed completely inferior to their skin, nor the things in their hands that only caused a slight tingling, but the kind of eyes in their eyes, the kind of eyes that the three ogres were familiar with, the eyes that the priests only had when they communicated with the demon gods, the priests called them the power of fear, but the weak enemies seemed to call it faith.

I have to say that the painting style of this mural is not as delicate as before, compared to the previous line depiction is much rougher, and it seems that the thinking of the person who painted is a little confused, and there is no such intuition and image as before, Mu Yi tried his best to diverge his imagination to understand the content of this painting, fortunately, the last word "faith" in this paragraph was actually written in the common script of the mainland, which made the understanding smooth, but this is also the most surprising place for Mu Yi.