Chapter 2182 The flowers are ignorant, the moon is boring, and the wine is useless
"A vision coming from the sky must be a sign of coming disaster. I think we should leave here immediately and stay away from all the disturbances."
"No matter how various forces fight overtly and covertly, it has nothing to do with us. And I think we should have left the Principality of Zeon long ago. Looking at the world today, perhaps the Land of Shadows is the best choice."
In the center of the wasteland, a strong man in a leather robe suggested in a deep voice. But even though he was the current leader of the nomadic tribe, he could only discuss it calmly with the girl in front of him.
After all, without the girl's protection, the entire nomadic tribe would have died long ago. However, the girl decided to stay in the wilderness and had no interest in the shadow land.
This is the place where nomadic tribes originated. The bones of our ancestors are even buried under every piece of grass, and every cloud seems to be condensed from cooking smoke.
When a new day comes, looking around, the wilderness is still quiet and comfortable, with only the children's songs and laughter drifting into the distance in the wind.
However, the faces of the clan leader and a certain girl were full of sadness, because the inexplicable disaster was about to come, and the nomadic tribes who had long been accustomed to this grassland did not choose to leave their hometown.
This is the development history of an ethnic group. The original meaning of the word "nomadic" is "the water flows downhill, the trees face the sun, the deer and horses live in pursuit of water and grass, and the migratory birds migrate according to the weather."
But today, the former nomadic tribes only have a name left, or it can be said that the former nomadic tribes no longer exist, and they all live in the territories of various forces.
A moment later, a fat old woman came outside the tribal gate. She looked at the men and women in front of her, but she showed no interest in her heart.
However, the entire nomadic tribe fell into panic, with their bowstrings fully drawn and their scimitars drawn out of their bodies, as if they were facing a formidable enemy. However, Shelley sternly stopped them and even stood between the two sides.
"The distinguished guests have come from afar, why don't we sit down and have something to eat together."
"If you have any needs, you can ask them. As long as we can help, my tribe and I will do our best to help."
"But if you insist on going your own way and intend to harm the tribe, then I will try my best to resist even if I am not strong enough."
The princess of the wasteland nomadic tribe, the great stone mage, and the holder of the Eye of Redemption (magic weapon). Shelley spoke first to prevent the other party from making excuses.
Although he was very confused about the other party's identity, Shelley understood one thing, that is, the other party's strength was far superior to his own.
After all, as a peak powerhouse, Shelley can naturally sense the strange fluctuations in spiritual energy. Apart from the ancient ferocious beasts, it is a tough existence that he has never encountered before.
"Hahaha, I didn't expect that there would be a little guy as smart as you in this world."
"Forget it, come and taste it, and then tell me about the situation in this world, and I might be able to show your appreciation."
"It's just that the resistance you talk about is a bit ridiculous. An ant is not worthy of negotiating terms at all. The reason why I didn't take action is simply to admire your backbone."
The old woman who transformed into the Mother of Ich sat in front of the campfire. After taking a bite of the stew, she looked at the other person with great interest. Originally, she really planned to destroy the village to avoid causing trouble. But when she saw Shelley,
Behind her beautiful eyes without any impurities, she suddenly changed her mind.
That's not because the Mother of Pussy has pity, but because of her extremely low self-esteem. The Mother of Pussy is born with an ugly appearance, so she naturally hates beautiful things. But as a strong person, she also appreciates those with backbone.
As a living creature, in this contradictory situation, her temperament will inevitably appear a little uncertain.
A rotten aura began to leak out from its body, but it did not harm any nomadic tribe, and only enveloped the small village.
In this invisible space, even the most powerful person, Shelley, the great mage of the stone system, could no longer resist at all, and could only surrender.
Taking a sip of the ale, Mother of Pussy felt that the world was not as boring as she imagined, and at least it could provide her with a lot of fun.
The frightening smell came and went even faster. There was still dew on the surface of the plants, the sunlight was still not too dazzling, and the food in the iron pot was still warm.
Only the entire nomadic tribe became quiet, and everyone looked at the Mother of Ich, not wanting to anger this villain who suddenly visited again.
Perhaps this day was the most difficult day for the nomadic tribes. The women held their children tightly behind them to prevent the little guys from saying anything that would anger each other. Although the hunters clutched their weapons, their trembling could not be deceived.
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The clan leader looked at Shelley at a loss, placing all his hopes on the spiritual pillar of the clan. However, Shelley had no idea that there was nothing he could do about it. After all, it was purely a gap in strength, and the outcome would naturally depend on the other party's wishes.
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Time passes minute by minute, and in today's central area of the wilderness, there are no names of birds or roars of wild beasts, only the rustling of Shelley's narration of history.
From the old legends believed by the nomadic tribes to the strong rise of the lineage of gods; from the origin of ancient ferocious beasts to the disappearance of the ancient magic era; from the Third Sacred War provoked by the Principality of Sisai to the withering of the Pava Federation;
Then all the forces bowed to Boom and his seven people, and the Flowing Light City in the Land of Shadows rose up strongly.
Explain the most rigid laws, clothing, etiquette, language system, ethnic group distribution, power relations in the ancient continent... Perhaps every nomadic tribe is born to be an excellent bard.
The originally dazzling sunlight gradually dimmed, and was eventually replaced by the stars. During this whole day, the Mother of Ichor did not speak another word, and just sat by the campfire and listened silently.
"The above is the general situation of this world. If you plan to continue to learn more, you can go to the origin of scholars, the Principality of Moronir and Star City."
Shelley closed her mouth after saying that. She really couldn't figure out the other person's intention. Was he really just passing by, or was he enjoying the pleasure of torturing his prey.
This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! But what she said was not false at all. She hoped to arouse the other party's interest and use it to leave the wasteland and the Principality of Zeon.
"It's a very interesting world with very complex natural laws. Except for the strong ones who overstate their words. Or maybe you don't know what a strong person is at all. That's not an ant like you."
"It's just that you are very lucky. Since I chose to ask for the civilization of this world, I should give you the due reward."
After speaking, the Mother of Ich slowly stood up, and with a wave of her hand, the breath of decay leaked out again. On this day, thousands of beasts died due to mental breakdown.
Although the Mother of Ich had a general understanding of the natural laws of this world, she still felt that "food" was the most important. She floated away, her slightly rickety back gradually drifting away in the moonlight, and finally disappeared completely.
However, she had no intention of leaving for the Principality of Moronir and chose to stay in Jean. This was an agreement she made with other superiors, but it was something she could not break.
"Then how should we deal with it now? Should we report this matter to Flie City immediately, or should we choose to remain silent?" Half an hour later, the patriarch asked after he could no longer see the bloated old woman. Normally, he might
He is worthy of the name "patriarch", but at this critical moment, Shelley seems to be more reliable.
"Do you think that this mysterious person who can make me unable to resist at all can be easily resisted by other peak experts?"
"I have a very bad feeling. This is just the beginning of the disaster, and more despair is yet to come."
"Be silent, and then bring the other party's 'feedback' back to the tribe. This is what an 'ant' should do."
Shelley sighed after hearing this and said this. Then she sat alone in front of the campfire and fell into deep thought, no longer paying attention to the whispers of the tribesmen.