Wyande coughed and explained awkwardly: "The reason is a bit complicated, but one thing is certain. We did not die, nor did we go to the world of the dead. We just went outside the swamp and are back now."
"You mean, you two ran away from home?" Pooh's eyes widened even more.
The embarrassment on Wyande's face became more intense, and his voice couldn't help but become much lower, "You can understand that, but we just want to go out and see the outside world, and see if we can learn more knowledge to help our people."
"My God, water god, you have abandoned your own people and run away from home. Do you know how worried your family is about you? Wycliffe, do you know that your mother even cried her eyes out because of you, Wyande
, do you know how sad the patriarch has been over the years? You actually have the nerve to come back."
Winnie, who was full of energy, didn't even care that Wyande was his young clan leader. He picked up his throwing spear and was slapped violently. Fortunately, he didn't completely lose his mind. Before that, he knew how to reverse the throwing spear.
"My mother's eyes were blinded by crying? Is she okay now? Where is my father?"
"How is my mother? Is there anything wrong with her?"
Wyande and Wycliffe asked anxiously, not daring to dodge because they felt guilty.
When the two and a half grown-ups ran away from home, it was purely out of the passion of young people and they didn't think much about it at all.
By the time the passion calmed down, several years had passed. When they dreamed about it at midnight, all they could think of was their families.
This yearning grows stronger with age.
But the longer time goes by, the less they dare to mention the word going home because they don't know how to face their families.
If it weren't for the sudden news they got this time, there's no telling how long they would have been wandering around outside before they mustered up the courage to go home.
"You have the nerve to ask, since you care so much, what have you done? Come back early! I'm beating you for your parents. You two bastards, it's better to die outside."
The more Pooh talked, the more angry he became, and he couldn't help but add a little more force to his blows. The two battle-hardened men had to squat on the ground with their heads in their hands, and stopped saying anything until the other party had vented their anger.
After all, Pooh's attack on them was out of family affection rather than hatred. After venting his anger for a while, he slowly stopped and still said angrily: "Get up and talk. If you still have some conscience, you haven't waited until your uncle Pooh is seven years old.
Come back at that time. At that time, even if I want to slap you, I have no energy. Don’t worry. Except for Wycliffe’s mother who has some eye problems, everyone else is still alive. Get up. It’s good news that you are not dead after all. That is you.
Uncle Pooh, if you can do it, your family will probably be reluctant to slap you."
"Uncle Pooh is doing our best, after all, we were the ones who made the mistake first." Wyande licked his face and said, having been hanging around outside for so many years, he must master the art of two-skinned face.
What's more, love is as deep as hatred, and if the other person has no feelings for them, they won't bother to pay attention to them, whether they are dead or alive these years.
After receiving this beating, although my body hurt, my heart felt much better.
"It's good that you know. You all come here and get to know each other. These two are our tribesmen. They are the little Wyande and the little Wycliffe who ran around disobediently and were swallowed up by the mire. This time they finally saw a living person.
"Pooh said to the group of young people he led.
When these young people came to say hello, the expressions on their faces were very strange. They wanted to laugh but couldn't, but they also looked like they were looking at rare animals. There were even a few young ones who seemed to have a bit of admiration.
Damn it.
My own tribe is using these two as negative teaching materials to educate the next generation. The village still doesn’t know what kind of situation is waiting for them.
"Uncle Vinnie, why are you patrolling here? If I remember correctly, this place is several villages away from our town." Wyande asked, turning a blind eye to the gaze.
Pooh glanced at him sideways, and said with lingering anger: "You have been away from home for too long, and great changes have taken place in the clan. This place was annexed by us five years ago, and it belongs to our territory. Since then,
Since last year, the weather has become very unusual. The fishing grounds in the north have dried up. Our fishing grounds have begun to move here. The situation is a bit chaotic now. Fortunately, you met me. If it were other villages or towns, or
It would be terrible if someone who doesn't know you leads the team."
Wyande was about to say that we are not weak and inexperienced young girls. We have encountered more chaotic situations along the way. The reason why we were able to escape without help is because you are one of our tribesmen.
But looking at the still angry face of the other party, he swallowed the words he said, laughing and saying yes again and again. Why didn't I notice that Uncle Pooh's temper was so bad before? Is it because of his age?
"How is the current situation in the clan?" Wyande asked insinuatingly.
"It's not very optimistic. There is little rain and the sun is poisonous. Many fisheries that have water all year round are exposed. If the situation continues, even if the rain increases again, it will take several years for the fisheries to recover. Fortunately, we still have the Mujiang River.
Although the water level has dropped a lot, the output is not much less, and the low water level has the advantage of low water level. You don't have to worry about leaf turning, and you can go in and out to fish freely. Life is good or bad, and you can barely maintain it, but this situation will continue.
If it continues, it will be really hard to say."
Pooh had a sad look on his face. He glanced at the young people walking around and whispered: "Tell me the truth, did you two really go to the world of the dead and come back again?"
Wyande and Wycliffe looked at each other and said in unison: "Uncle Winnie, it's really not true. The world of the dead is just a legend. None of the things about the resurrection of the dead over the years is a lie. What's more, in the legend, death
The spirit has no temperature. If you touch it and see, we are all living beings."
"Okay, okay, don't be so loud." Pooh said meaningfully, "Just because it didn't happen before, doesn't mean it doesn't happen now. There are more things that have happened in our family in the past few years than you think. Don't stop talking when the time comes.
Too surprised.”
"Is there anything else we haven't seen?" Wyande and Wycliffe didn't say it, but they didn't care. After all, no matter what they said, they were people who had walked out of the swamp of despair and opened their eyes to see the world.
There are definitely more things than these people trapped in the swamp of despair.
After having an acquaintance to lead the way, it was obviously much faster. During the chat, they quickly returned to the town.
When they saw the appearance of their town clearly, Wyande and Wycliffe stood outside the gate, speechless for a long time.
Pooh didn't fool them. They had been away from home for too long. Great changes had taken place here, so much so that their entire town had been moved. If they hadn't been lucky enough to meet Pooh, they would have wanted to find their own.
My dear, I'm afraid it will take a lot of trouble.
"What's going on with this castle? Could it be that our tribe built it in the past few years?" Wyande couldn't help but ask.
What stood before them was a magnificent castle, no, more precisely, half a castle.
However, this half of the castle is not divided into two parts from the middle, but from the top to the bottom. What they see now is only the upper part, and part of it is hidden under the water.
Even so, the exposed upper part alone was larger than most of the castles Wyande had seen on the plains of Asia Minor.
Just based on the situation he showed, Wyande knew that the second half of his question was in vain.
This is obviously not the work of the Crocodile tribe.
Let’s not talk about whether the Crocodile people have such great abilities. Just talk about so many huge stones to build the castle. They are nowhere to be found.
Unlike the Byron people who like to build stone houses, boulders are scarce in the Despair Swamp. The Crocodile people usually use mud mixed with water plants to build their houses. Those who can afford it can only build wooden houses and use boulders to build castles. This is really unheard of.
.
"Five years ago, the Nu River changed its course, taking away most of the water from Green Algae Lake, and the Castle of Lausanne was exposed. This is not a gift from the water god, but a legacy left by our ancestors." It was not Winnie who answered Wyande.
, but another middle-aged man.
This middle-aged man had a loud voice and a bit of a dragon-like pace in his steps. He walked over quickly, almost as if he wanted to hug Wyande, but was stopped by him again.
On the contrary, Wyande couldn't help but give the other party a bear hug, tears welled up uncontrollably, and he kept apologizing: "I'm sorry, I'm sorry."
The middle-aged man stiffened for a moment, then patted Wyande's shoulder unnaturally, comforting him: "It'll be good to come back! It'll be good to come back! It'll be good to come back!"
Just three of them come back, containing countless emotions of a middle-aged man.
A strong-tempered middle-aged man may have been angry before.
But under the impact of time, the anger subsided, leaving only deep thoughts and the last trace of luck.
As long as his son is still alive, that is better than anything else.
This middle-aged man is Wyande's father, Weber Salof, the ruler of Losander.
Compared to the restraint of the two men, Wycliffe's blind mother on the other side was already crying with her son who she thought was dead long ago. This was a cry of joy at having been found.
After a long separation, there was naturally a lot to talk about, but Wyande did not forget the reason that prompted them to rush back in such a hurry, and whispered to his father: "Father, we need to talk alone. The things we brought back are related to the entire Swamp of Despair."
News about the life and death of the Crocodile Tribe.”
Weber stared at his son for a few seconds, nodded and said, "Follow me."
Wyande made a gesture to Wycliffe and followed his father in large strides.
Weber took Wyand directly to the top of the castle. The father pointed down and said to his son: "Look down from here, what do you see?"
Wyande leaned forward and looked out, the entire town had a panoramic view, and even the Despair Nu River, which the Crocodile tribesmen respectfully called the mother river, was faintly visible.
However, compared to the flooding in memory, the current Nujiang River of Despair is more in line with the image of my mother. It is calm and vast, with countless boats of all sizes plying on it for fishing and hunting.
Several answers flashed through Wyande's mind, and he finally settled on one word, answering: "Home."
"That's right, it's home. No matter what dissatisfaction you have with this place, this is the home where you were born and raised. I hope you have learned enough lessons and will consider this before making a decision." Weber expressed implicitly.
He expressed his dissatisfaction with his son running away from home this time.
"I didn't understand before, but now I understand." Wyande nodded cautiously and said, "That's why we came back. I wonder if my father still remembers that our family book said that the Swamp of Despair was not what it is now.
, but a fertile plain, a land of plenty. It became what it is now because of natural and man-made disasters."
"Of course I remember, I was the one who read the family code to you back then." Weber seemed to have remembered something, and the corners of his mouth slightly curled up, revealing a smile, which made his hard face soften a lot.
"This record is true. Now history is happening again, but the situation is completely reversed. The Despair Swamp will turn into the Jiangnan Plain again." Wyande looked at his father very seriously and said, "For this reason, we ran there in person.
I have seen a large multi-flowing river, and it is a river even wider than the mother river. Two years ago, it was just a small river with a width of only a few dozen meters..."
"I know."
"You know?" Wyande looked at his father in astonishment. This answer was completely beyond his expectation.
On the way back, he and Wycliffe repeatedly discussed that the most difficult thing was how to make his father believe that everything he said was true. After all, he had never seen the situation before and after the relapse.
Jacob Jiang, it’s hard to believe this.
"Because three days ago, someone told me the same thing and told me that everything was done by them." Weber's face became extremely dark, and it was difficult for people to figure out what he was thinking at the moment. "Originally, I was right.
I was hesitant to believe what they said, but now my son has come back all the way to tell me about it, so we are inseparable!"
"Who told you this? He said they did it?" Now it was Wyande's turn to be filled with questions. He thought he had brought back first-hand news that shocked the entire clan. Why?
Suddenly it became second-hand.
"An Andis man came here on behalf of the Eternal Night Army." Weber replied, "He told me that it was the Eternal Night Army that dug up the above-ground lake in the upper reaches of the Mother River and allowed the lake water to flow northward.
The largest source of the river has been cut off, and it won’t be long before the Despair Swamp turns back into the Jiangnan Plain of the ancient Andis Empire.”
"People from Andis? Leader of the Yongye Army? Is the legend true?" Wyande said with a surprised look on his face.
"Have you heard of them?" Weber was not as calm as he appeared.
As Wyande said just now, this was a major matter related to the life and death of the entire crocodile tribe, so he couldn't help but be cautious.
When he first heard about this, especially when he heard it from a complete stranger, he was completely in a state of high doubts. He has been racking his brains for the past few days on how to verify what the other person said.
There are many methods, but none of them are immediate and require a lot of time.
Unexpectedly, his son, who had encountered an unexpected accident long ago, not only returned safely, but now he seemed to have brought back key information, which made him feel particularly excited. He didn't trust outsiders, so how could he trust his own son?
Blood is thicker than water, even if we haven't seen each other for ten years, we can never break this connection.