After receiving the confirmation, Huang Yi couldn't help but glance at the bulging shoulder blades on the old man's back again. He didn't expect that the Yuren clan, which was all-powerful back then, would actually degenerate into this.
The Feathered People were once a great sky race in the second world. They had a pair of wide wings and were covered with feathers, soaring in the vast sky.
They call the blue sky and white clouds their home, the mountains and cliffs as their friends, and the breeze and sunshine as their companions. Their graceful flying figures once spread all over the sky of the second world. People on the earth often raise their heads and look up at their soaring with envy.
The figure in the sky is like a noble angel.
In the ancient times, the Yuren tribe gave birth to a great god-giver, the God of Faith, Johns!
His appearance made the Yuren race unprecedentedly prosperous, and they once became the most powerful race in the second world, dominating the sky of the second world. Even the powerful dragon race had to lower their noble heads.
But after Johns became a god, the feathered people gradually declined. After going through the ancient times and the ancient times, the current situation of their population has become very serious, reduced to the point where they can only survive. And since the modern times, they can no longer survive.
No feathered people have ever appeared in the world, and some people even think that the feathered people have become extinct.
Unexpectedly, in this isolated peach blossom garden, there is actually a degenerate descendant left behind.
"Why is it said that Johns caused the decline of your Yuren tribe?" Huang Yi asked doubtfully.
The old man squinted his eyes and seemed to be recalling the stories passed down from generation to generation, and said slowly: "Johns was once a member of our Zhuri Clan. The Zhuri Clan was once one of the strongest clans in the Yuren Clan. Johns
In the ancient language of the Feather Clan, his name means "the light of the scorching sun", and his life is indeed like his name, as dazzling as the scorching sun. The rest of the Feather Clan were born in the dx of high mountains and cliffs, or
It is a big nest in the canopy of a giant tree. After childhood, you can slowly start to learn to fly. But Johns was born at the moment when his mother was soaring in the sky. He was born directly from the sky. As soon as he was born, he fell to the ground.
Any other feathered human baby would have definitely fallen to death, but it miraculously learned to fly before it fell to the ground and died. It seems that it was born to belong to the sky and is destined to be different."
As the old man spoke, a yearning smile appeared on his face, his old eyes looked at the distant sky, and he continued: "Like all the Yuren clan of the 'Sun Chaser', Johns believes in the warm sunshine. In order to prevent the sun from setting
, he always chases the sun, never stops to rest, eats the wind, drinks the rain, and absorbs the spiritual energy of heaven and earth. For this reason, he follows the sun and circles the whole world over and over again. His golden wings always reflect the dazzling sunshine and become a ray of light in the world.
Scenery. Countless children even sit in front of their homes every morning, looking up at Johns and the morning sun rising in the sky."
Huang Yi was lying on the rattan chair. While listening to the old man's words, he looked at the blue sky and white clouds on the horizon. He seemed to be able to see the golden figure chasing the sun, crossing the sky tirelessly over and over again.
The old man said, closing his eyes, and his voice became a little deeper: "Johns chases the sun with an innocent heart, and has a simple mind, but he also has a little understanding of the world. He understands the pain, corruption, evil, killing, darkness, etc. of life.
When he knew nothing about negative emotions and had never even seen the night, as he grew older and gained more knowledge, the doubts in his heart gradually deepened. At this time, the leader of pain, Grol Cannian, came to this world in person,
Spreading pain and developing followers of the Demonic Cult. In order to study the magic way, Johns simply stopped chasing the light and turned to the embrace of the painful Demonic Cult. Where he flew, there was no longer warm sunshine, but instead was full of pain and
Death. People began to be afraid of his soaring figure in the sky. After seeing his flying figure, the children were no longer full of yearning, but hid in their homes and closed the doors and windows. From then on, he became the public enemy of the world and formed a
He caused a lot of hatred and even implicated the entire Feathered Clan."
The old man took a deep breath, slowly opened his eyes, and his tone was full of power again: "Later, Johns understood the secret of the devil's way, finally corrected his evil ways, identified the devil, and returned again. At this time, he had a thorough understanding
He understood the nature of the world, understood the light and darkness, the sacred and the evil. With his strength that was at the top of the world, he unified all the clans in the Feathered Clan, led the entire Feathered Clan to true strength, and dominated the vast sky.
.That was the most glorious era of our Yu-human race. The whole world was shrouded in the shadow of our wings, and countless races bowed to us."
When Huang Yi heard this, he touched his chin and said quietly: "As the saying goes, things must turn against each other when they reach their extremes. The next step should be the decline of the Feathered People!"
"Yes!" The old man nodded and said regretfully: "Under Johns' indulgence, the Feathered People have become more and more arrogant, thinking that they are superior to all races, and all conflicts and contradictions have been brutally suppressed.
Later, Johns became a god and entered the heaven. The Feathered People lost his protection, but they still tried to continue their former glory. They maintained their previous arrogance and quickly became the target of public criticism. The enemies that Johns provoked in the past,
And those people who had to succumb to the Feathered Clan due to the situation, all united to resist the Feathered Clan. To make matters worse, the demons also madly retaliated against the Feathered Clan because of Johns's rebellion. From then on, the Feathered Clan turned from prosperity to decline, from heaven to heaven.
Falling into hell. This is like the ancient proverb of the Feather Clan - 'The higher you fly, the harder you fall.' Although the Feather Clan later had some amazing and talented people, they could never reach the level of John.
In such a situation, there is no way to change the fate of the Yuren tribe's decline."
"What is the direct relationship between this and the degradation of your wings?" Huang Yi asked doubtfully, "Even if the race has declined, the wings are growing on you and you can use them at any time. How can they degrade?"
"It's not that simple!" The old man shook his head and said quietly, "After the decline of the Feathered People, they can no longer even keep a small piece of sky. They are like mice crossing the street. Everyone shouts and beats them. Whenever someone discovers the flying
The Feather Tribe would attack in groups. In order to hide, the Feather Tribe had to hide in some remote mountains and cliffs, fly in hidden canyons, and compete with some birds for the small low altitude. The kind of soaring in the past
Sky, the time of traveling the world is gone forever.”
"If this is the case, the Yuren tribe just can't fly that high or that far, and they won't be reduced to the point where their wings have deteriorated, right?" Huang Yi asked with a frown.
"This starts with the Oskan Empire." The old man squinted his eyes and his face tensed, "By the time of the Oskan Empire, the feathered people had been greatly reduced, and some clans had even become extinct.
All the tribesmen retreated into the mountains and canyons, and rarely participated in external disputes. But during the reign of the 47th king of the Oskan Empire, the Austro-Hungarian Emperor, the situation changed. The Austro-Hungarian Emperor used force to rule the country and prospered greatly.
During the war, the whole world was raging with flames of war and full of gunpowder smoke, and the Feather Clan was also affected. The remaining members of the Feather Clan were required to be forcibly recruited into the army to fight for the Austro-Hungarian Emperor. With the "Zhui Feng Clan",
Several clans headed by the 'Lightning Clan' surrendered to the Austro-Hungarian Emperor and became his lackeys. However, some clans headed by our 'Zhuri Clan' retained the arrogance of their ancestors and would rather die than obey, and they were brutally cut off
He was deprived of his wings, deprived of the ability to fly, demoted to a slave, and allowed to be trampled on by others."
"Later, the Austro-Hungarian Emperor was defeated in successive battles, and the clans that surrendered to him gradually died on the battlefield. Basically, only the crippled slaves whose wings were clipped were left in the Feathered People, but they were even more painful than death because they were
The offspring they produced had serious defects, and their wings became incomplete. Even if some lucky ones grew complete wings, there were no clansmen to teach them how to fly. From then on, these offspring gradually lost the ability to fly.
After one generation, the wings of the Feathered People gradually deteriorated, becoming shorter, smaller, and more fragile. The feathers on their bodies also fell off from generation to generation and became sparse.
In the end, only the skin was left, no different from ordinary people. Of course, during this period, there were still some unwilling tribesmen who tried every means and made various attempts. One great tribesman even almost succeeded, but
In the end, it still cannot stop the Yuren tribe’s tragic fate.”
The old man said, adjusted his sitting posture, and said: "Our ancestors were once a group of unbearable slaves. They luckily escaped and found such an isolated place, and they have stayed here from generation to generation.
I have never gone out again, and the ability to fly can never come back. But in our ancient books, we were once the Sun-Chasing Clan among the Feathered People, the Sun-Zhui Clan that grew golden wings and chased the sun and light; that birth
Exceed the Sun-Zhu clan of God-conferred Johns; the proud Sun-Zhu clan that never bows its head..."
At the end of the sentence, the old man's tone trembled slightly. The bulging shoulder blades behind his back trembled slightly, as if he was imagining soaring into the sky and chasing the sun like their ancestors.
"That's it!" Huang Yi finally realized, and a hint of respect rose in his heart.
The Feather Tribe has gone through many ups and downs, endured countless turbulences and ups and downs, and finally managed to persevere in this way, which can be called a miracle.
"Young man." At this time, the old man turned to look at Huang Yi and said seriously, "I hope you won't leak this place to the outside world. We have been separated from the outside world for too long, and we no longer want to go out, nor do we want to be exposed to the outside world.
The fact that you found this place means that you have a fate with us, and we will not let you go back empty-handed. Our ancestors left behind some things that are no longer useful to us, but they may be useful to you. There are even some