Evolving world, east of land.

After experiencing the turmoil caused by the earthquake and the tsunami fifty years ago, the fox tribe, who suffered heavy losses, learned from the pain and began to develop a very solid construction method.

Dig deeper foundations, invent more sophisticated mortise and tenon technology to build houses, and add buffer and seismic structures to locations with high support pressure.

Over the past fifty years, the entire fox tribe's building complex has been rebuilt in batches. If there is another natural disaster of that year, they will be confident that they will reduce the casualties to less than one tenth!

Time can smooth out most of the pain, and the population decline caused by the disaster has gradually slowed down. Now the total number of fox people has basically returned to its heyday before the natural disaster, and the clan sees it full of fireworks.

However, in recent days, everyone's faces have generally been filled with sadness, and even the little fox people rarely play. From time to time, everyone will look at the center of the tribe with worry.

The old chief Chahuli hasn't shown up for a long time.

The middle-aged and elderly fox people today have been used to following the old chief's leadership since they were still little fox cubs.

They fought the giant python clan in the west and resisted cockroach empire in the north. The fox clan has the most fertile arable land and the most spacious breeding space in the world.

They use tools, farming, fishing, collecting, and building houses in an orderly manner, and even have a complete school education and priestly medical system...

Where can those cockroaches who are still eating raw meat and drinking blood and living in the earthen house?

But all the fox people know that most of the credit will be attributed to the wise leadership of the old chief Chahuli.

This old man, who is over 700 years old, is simply a living history book!

Everyone respects him, admires him, and looks forward to him being able to command the fox clan to create another glory.

But it seems that most fox people have overlooked a problem. The old chief is not a god, he will grow old and... die.

Outside the simple chief’s residence, groups of fox people gather here every day, kneeling down and praying with the priest’s etiquette, hoping that the old chief could turn the danger into safety.

“Bohut…”

In the bedroom, the elderly Chahuli barely supported himself from the bed, calling for his capable general, and wanted to ask what new trends have been made in the North Cockroach Empire recently.

But a young fox guard walked into the room and whispered: "Sir, you forgot that General Bohut had passed away four years ago, and it was the funeral you personally presided over."

"Ah, yes, Bohut is gone..."

Chahuli's eyes drooped, and a complicated smile appeared on his face, both saddened by the passing of his confidant subordinates and the decline of his memory.

Many years ago, when he was in the Fox Tribe of the Thunder Kingdom, he had a good memory. Even the boy Ahufei, who called himself the "inventor", had to be at a disadvantage in this regard.

By the way, after more than 700 years, I don’t know if Ahu Fei has left behind his descendants of blood or his disciples who inherited the legacy of the "inventor"?

The old chief Chahuli looked dull.

If he was injured when he led the team to attack the cockroach man Beishui Qidao more than fifty years ago, he would probably have taken advantage of the time when the two realms channel was opened and returned to the tribe of the Thunder Kingdom to take a look.

Later, he recovered from his injuries, but learned that the Thunder Desert, which borders far away from the West, had disappeared, and the worlds on both sides were separated again, and there was no chance of falling leaves returning to their roots.

Now that the deadline is approaching, the old chief Chahuli feels that there are too many regrets and always thinks that he will live a more fulfilling life if he has more time.

But he couldn't help but shake his head and laugh at himself.

Regrets themselves are part of the life journey, so how can it be made up for them all so easily?

"Sir, everything is safe on the border these days, and everyone's prevention work is very strict. Please rest assured."

The fox guards reported respectfully:

"In addition, there is one thing you need to make a decision. Two guys wearing strange wings flew into our southwest territory and dealt with the patrol for a long time before they were blocked...

There was no serious conflict. They claimed that they were named Ahufei and Lietuni, who came to find General Jintuzai.

General Jintuzai was patrolling the North Shore and had not contacted him for the time being. We took the two guys back to the clan territory and wanted to ask you to send him..."

"Who did you say two of them?"

Chahuli raised his face suddenly, looking stunned.

Could it be that he not only has poor memory, but also has problems with his hearing?

The fox guards took a few steps closer and tried to make the old chief understand clearly: "They claimed that their names were Ahufei and Lietoni!"

"How is it possible..."

The old chief Chahuliru was struck by lightning. In addition to being shocked, he reached out to grab the crutch standing beside the bed, supported his body and said anxiously: "Hurry, take me to see them!"

It may be a coincidence that a person has a name, but how could two uninvited guests share the name with the two people they are concerned about?

The fox man Ahufei is the close friend of the old chief who has been thinking about for many years, while the rabbit man Lietuni is the "loved person" that Jintuzai has been talking about for fifty years...

Why did they appear at the same time? This is obviously not a person from the same era!

"Be careful..."

The guards didn't know why the old chief was so excited, so they quickly helped him out of the bedroom.

After a while, they came to the room where two strangers were imprisoned.

The old chief stopped, his turbid eyes stared at the fox man in the room.

The hair on his head and tail hair are all messy, and his unkempt appearance is obviously an alien among the fox people who are used to combing their hair.

There was also a huge backpack on the side, with bulging and messy things inside...

This familiar image instantly attracted the old chief's dusty memory!

“…Ahu Fei?”

Suddenly, I heard someone calling his name. Ahu Fei turned his head and saw that he was an extremely old fox man looking at him with tears in his eyes.

“You are…”

This old fox man's back is hunched, but his body is still much taller than that of ordinary adult fox man. His ears are sharp and thin, and his tail is not as fluffy as normal fox man. He looks even thinner.ъìqυgΕtv.℃ǒΜ

Its characteristics are very similar to Ahufei's mixed-race close friend who has been missing for a long time!

But his age was so much that he didn't dare to recognize him at all.

"I'm... Chahuli, do you remember this name? The inventor."

The old chief's words immediately made Ahu Fei's eyes widen: "You, you... why are you so old?!"

Two fox men who seemed to be friends forgot about their age hugged each other, and after the surprise, they gradually sorted out the matter clearly.

The weak old chief was helped to sit down with a thoughtful expression: "As you said, our group of foxes were dug up by the god's giant shovel and disappeared, and it has only been more than seven years since then.

But I have clearly lived here for more than 700 years... Is the time difference between the two worlds about a hundred times?"

The guards accompanying him were stunned. This strange young fox man who looked furious was actually the close friend of the old chief in his distant hometown more than 700 years ago?

When the rabbit man Lietuni, who was sitting next to him in silence, heard this, his clear eyes flashed.
Chapter completed!