"I originally thought that with the passage of time and integration with the world society, the two mixed groups of Thelemis and Cormonto would gradually become ordinary people, but I did not expect that the characteristics of the hell group would be very strong.
Heredity. To this day, they still cannot get rid of their characteristic identity. Fortunately, due to historical reasons, no one remembers the past. Although the Sudemit people still live in seclusion, they no longer have the serious cold shoulder they once had.
Exclusion, but the massacre more than thirty years ago almost ended Sudmead's fate." At this point, Saint Is's hand holding the cup became a little unsteady.
"Then..." Bing Zhixie didn't know what to say for a moment.
St. Yis raised his hand to ask him not to interrupt him, and said slowly: "It's just to guard the island. As the patriarch, I don't need to go there myself. About three hundred years ago, the sea area where the Creation Island was located
There was an undersea earthquake. It was a huge earthquake. The gate of hell cracked in the continuous shocks. At that time, people from the hell tribe ran out from behind the door. Fortunately, the people on the island discovered the problem in time.
After paying a heavy price, he used magic to seal it separately, and killed the escaped Hellmen, and then used materials to repair the cracks in the door. But the cracks had appeared, and no matter how well they were repaired, the seal was still unstable. Since then, as a
Each generation of the clan leader decided to stay on the island and guard the gate. Later, the island guards decided to build a prison under Hell Island, and captured some of the most heinous and powerful outlaws in the world and imprisoned them under Hell Island.
, once the seal is unstable and the cracks open again, the hell generals who rush out will first face a group of extremely vicious top masters."
"Is the tribe behind the gate of hell really so scary? Do we need to send people to keep an eye on it at all times?"
St. Yis thought for a while and said: "You have been to the Tomb of the End of the Moon, and you should have seen the true face of the cemetery."
"You mean..."
"The giant tomb mountain where many tombs of the Phoecanian kings were built is the monster behind the gate of hell! They are ancient corpses left over from the Doomsday War."
Thinking of the black mountains covered with black smoke and full of black carbon, Bing Zhixie's hair stood on end. After a while, he said in a low mood: "The Sudemit family has spent generations to guard the gate of hell.
Despite their best efforts, Shengyuan and the others actually..."
St. Isla said with a sneer: "The reality is like this. Sometimes the more you do than the more you say, the Holy Garden kills indiscriminately for its own selfish interests and rights, but in the name of justice. I
Guess they don’t even know the meaning of the Sudmit clan’s existence.”
Bing Zhixie found that his emotions were no longer as intense as before, and became as peaceful as before, as if he had seen through everything.
"Let me finish." St. Yis recalled what he had said, and then said: "Actually, as a patriarch, you don't need to stay on the island all the time. There was good weather before the incident.
I took a tribe member by boat to go to the Elf Sanctuary to check the family history, and it was during this trip to the Sanctuary that the tragedy happened."
Bing Zhixie wanted to speak, but held back. He wanted to ask why he wanted to go to the Elf Sanctuary after consulting his family history.
St. Yis saw what he was thinking, but did not explain immediately. Instead, he said: "I learned about what happened in the tribe through the Tongyi Stone. At that time, the tribe who stayed on Creation Island to guard the gate of hell were very excited.
Due to the reasons of staying in the sea, I couldn't return to Creation Island, so I could only use the memory stone to persuade the tribesmen to calm down and wait for me to go back. But the battle was too fierce, and most of the tribesmen on the island couldn't hold it back in the end.
I decided to return to my tribe to join the war. After leaving, many people never came back. After the tragedy, the tribesmen on the island were overwhelmed by hatred and returned to the land one after another for revenge. Three years later, I took a boat back to Creation Island and returned to
Things have changed in the clan and the land. As for why you want to go to the Elf Sanctuary to check the clan history, that’s because I, Moran Saga, originate from the Elf Sanctuary, and I lived there in the earliest period. For many reasons.
, the earliest period of history has been forgotten in the clan, so I want to go there to check the elf archives and learn about my Moran Saga's past. That time, I was no longer in the mood to learn about that anymore, and only practiced magic and martial arts in the sanctuary.
, just to wait for revenge against the Holy Garden and the entire world today!"
He looked into Bing Zhixie's eyes and said, "You know that I am the Holy Emperor who created the kingship of the world, right?"
"I heard Pan talk about it."
"The Creation Kingship was established after I returned to the island, and its name corresponds to my mood." Saint Isla solemnly said: "I want to create a new world, a world state that reshapes the order! This will be my
The greatest revenge against those in power in the Holy Garden!"
"Then...I..."
St. Isaac understood what he meant: "You don't have to do anything, just like Jorah."
Bing Zhixie was startled!
Saint Ismail said: "There are not many people left alive among the three tribes in Sudemit. Everyone should live well, especially young people like you. I am already over a hundred years old, and I am still alive."
As the leader of the clan, you should fulfill your responsibilities. And your biggest mission is to protect your own life. I will take care of everything! Thelemis and Cormonto, especially Cormonto's physical characteristics are too obvious.
Therefore, I asked all the tribesmen who are still alive to stay on the island as much as possible, and Moran Saga’s Moran star eyes are extremely difficult for outsiders to identify, so no one will think that you are a Sudemit tribe."
Bing Zhixie quickly asked: "You should know who my father is and who my mother is, right?"
St. Yis was silent for a moment and said helplessly: "I asked someone to investigate your life experience, but unfortunately it was not found out. I am very sorry."
"Why don't you know? You are the patriarch!"
St. Yis looked at him again with apologetic eyes: "The genealogy was destroyed in that tragedy. I can only remember the names of most of the clan members, but I can't think of any clan members related to your name."
Bing Zhixie suddenly said: "Do you know my master? Her name is Siegfried Kula. She taught me to search for Long Ling to find my life experience. She also has a nickname called 'Ice Blizzard Master'.
He is an ice demon."
St. Yis looked at the table and recalled it carefully for a while, then shook his head and said: "If your master is also a member of my clan, this name is probably a fake name. Because the genealogy list may be leaked, you can survive by changing your name. Where is your master?
, are you still alive?”
Bing Zhixie held the milk tea cup with great disappointment and looked at the half-drunk milk tea in the cup: "She disappeared, and I never saw her again. She also has white hair, and her eyes are very similar to mine.
I can’t see any difference between my eyes and my master’s eyes, but now I think about it, it was really because of my eyes that she decided to accept me as her disciple.”
"I hope she is still alive and well, instead of impulsively seeking revenge on the Holy Garden." St. Yis said: "I think again the reason why you are an orphan is probably similar to Ruola. Your parents want to protect you.
By abandoning you, they are probably planning to seek revenge on the Holy Garden, and they may even have already implemented it."
After Bingzhixie said this, he suddenly became enlightened about his life experience. He realized that he became an orphan not because his parents died, nor because of his parents' rejection, but because of... love!