"Okay, it's time to get there, and the body is back to you. ”

When Roger was still staring at the nearby sacred tree Nuratis, Andrea's somewhat tired voice sounded in his heart, "This subspace is strange, the spatial structure is extremely unstable, I can only mobilize a small part of the strength, otherwise there is even a possibility of collapse here, and I feel a disgusting familiar aura, you take care of my body for the time being, I need to check the memory in my mind." ”

Retracting the wings on her back, Andrea reverted to the appearance of a black cat in Roger's arms, because consciousness disappeared, it lay very quietly in Roger's arms, and if it weren't for the slight undulation of its back, it would even be used as a plush toy.

"Of course it's weird, otherwise I'd be so miserable. Roger muttered to himself as he stroked Andrea's smooth velvet hair, which looked like the highest grade of velvet.

"Senua. ”

Roger was silent for a moment, and called out to Senua, who was running towards the tribe in some excitement, "Wait a minute, when you return to the tribe, remember to spread the news of the big freeze as soon as possible." ”

"But according to the rules, I need to report the situation to the high priest, and if the news of the Great Freeze spreads among the tribes, it will cause panic. ”

"It's okay, listen to me. ”

Roger looked deeply at the tribe between the roots of the sacred tree, and saw that in the valley between the two huge tentacles there was a small river that ran through the valley floor, and that small river flowed from the root of the sacred tree Nuratis and stretched into the depths of the grassland. On both sides of the creek, you can see a large number of scattered huts.

It was an oval-shaped tent-like house, covered with thick straw mats and animal furs. There are also many wooden poles around the house, and the wooden poles are tied with blue and green decorative cloth strips, which look primitive and simple, but have an indescribable harmony and beauty.

Endless green grass stretches across the land as far as the eye can see, the vast savannah undulates like gentle waves, and the magnificent scenery is like an oil painting, and on this prairie, an ancient city made of huge stones stands majestically. The city has an Aztec-like architectural form, and although most of the walls have collapsed, the size of the city can still be seen. In the center of the city and on the side of the high ground, you can see several large and small flat-topped pyramids, and between these pyramids are wide avenues paved with huge stones, which divide the city into orderly square areas, each with rows of stone houses. With the exception of the pyramids, most of the buildings in the city are no more than three stories high. This makes the pyramids even more spectacular.

Stone buildings that have been dormant for thousands of years stand silently on both sides of the road. Moss and vines have eroded the crevices of these buildings, leaving mottled green marks in the cracks of the stones. Many of the buildings are showing signs of cracking, and many have completely collapsed into rubble. In the crumbling stone pile, there were still tenacious grasses and green vines growing out of the cracks, fluttering in the wind

The distance between the city and the sacred tree Nuratis was only a dozen kilometers, but it was unharmed, and Roger thought it was an incredible miracle: he witnessed the scale of the sacred tree Nuratis, which exposed the aerial roots of the earth to be a thousand meters of mountain ranges, and considering that these sacred trees Nuratis evolved with tentacles, their movement when burrowing out of the surface should be devastating.

But Senua's people were probably not as worried about these distant things as Roger, and the settlements in the valley seemed peaceful and tranquil, with men, women, and children walking between the houses with a serene countenance, and a large number of strange animals drinking water from the settlement's downstream: they were the precious possession of the settlement. Wild animals similar to those were found elsewhere in the steppe along the way, but apparently not domesticated.

This world without the sun, moon and stars still has a diurnal transition, and it is the clouds in the sky that cause the diurnal change, and at this time the night has dispersed, and the faint sky light is sprinkled.

Now the light emitted by the clouds is gradually brightening, turning from a calming dull yellow to a bright white, and when the sky is darkening, the clouds are "extinguished" like waves, as if the lights are out. And as the canopy lit up, the gloomy cold air mass over the distant grassland became more eye-catching, and Roger knew that under that canopy, the void rift created by the black erosion was devouring the matter and energy of this space.

Senua's people live under this sacred tree, chasing rivers and lakes that change with the seasons, they are a semi-sedentary and semi-nomadic people, although they are often on the move, but each time they move the route and place will not change, not only because the ecology of the underground world is as precise and stable as a clock, but also seems to contain some kind of religious rules in it.

Tribes are actually a tribal alliance of many tribes, whose ancestors were refugees who had fled from the kingdom, and they were divided into several tribes according to the territory of the time, and under the leadership of the priests, certainly not the noble class that tried to fight against the natural disasters, but now they were more of a kind of spiritual leader, these tribes usually maintained communication and maintained a very peculiar state of loose union.

Approaching the tribe along the path, the warriors patrolling the outer part of the tribe were sitting around eating breakfast, and the appearance of the three Rogers was obviously very surprising to them, and it was obvious that no one from the tribe was out at this time.

"Senua, why did you get back from the outpost?" an apparently elderly warrior stood up, a slight rebuke in his tone, and stared at Roger unkindly, apparently unlike Senua, who immediately realized that Roger was not from the tribe.

"Alert, we've spotted the Omen of the Great Freeze at our outpost in the barren hills, and now they've spread to the grasslands!"

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Not only was the warrior in shock, but all the warriors gathered around, and unlike Senua, who often skipped class, everyone understood the meaning of the Great Freeze, which was destruction.

"You're sure you've spotted an omen, this kind of thing can't be a joke!" said the warrior who stood up first, frowning, apparently a little luck in his heart that made him resist admitting the truth.

"I'm sorry father, but we've dealt with the Frozen Messengers, the legendary Divine Servants. ”

Glam's suspicion became even more obvious, "Is that just you?"

"And, of course, dear sir, you may call me a passerby. Roger bowed and said in a smug voice.

"Aren't you a priest!" Senna didn't look as surprised as she had hoped, apparently she wasn't as nervous as she seemed.

"Anyway, please take us to meet the High Priest,"

The news that Senna had brought back sent the entire settlement into a great shock, and the slightly noisy, muffled sound of horns sounded from all corners of the settlement, and even those who did not know the customs of these indigenous peoples could feel a kind of oppressive emotion.

Walking in the crowd of discussions, Roger knew that his goal had been achieved, and if he didn't spread the news to the point where everyone knew about it, how could the priest meet with him, an outsider? Although it would add some difficulty to the follow-up, at least, someone had already taken him to the area closest to the foot of the sacred tree, which was the area of the Holy Spirit in Senua's mouth.

Led by Garnan and several great warriors, his party was taken to a slightly peculiar-looking yurt, which was not much more ornate than the others, and looked no different from ordinary houses except for its larger size. In front of the yurt stood an old man with a dark skin with a full face, who seemed to have been waiting for a long time.

"This is the Elder, the Wise Usugru," Garnan respectfully introduced the old man, "he is the leader of the clan. ”

"Welcome to you, outsiders, though you have brought some less pleasant news. The old man said.

"But believe me, my coming is a gospel to you. Roger responded.

"Let's come in and talk. The smell of gunpowder was strong as soon as they met, and Usugluyan opened the door, "Let's come in and talk." ”

The yurt was large enough to accommodate everyone, but the warriors who had traveled with Garnan remained respectfully at the door, as if the priest's room were a kind of forbidden place.

The furnishings inside the yurt are very simple, and most of the furniture and utensils are made of wood or rattan weaving, some of which can be seen to be functional, and some of which can only be roughly judged to be containers and other things.

On the ground in the middle of the yurt is a thick blanket with floral patterns. On the blanket is a wooden table with a fine workmanship, which is the most delicate piece of furniture in the room. On the ground next to the blanket was a miniature obelisk made of metal, carved with rough patterns and an orange glow emanating from its surface. With a soft temperature, it's obviously a heating device.

"How much do you remember about the inheritance of the ancient period?" asked Roger straight to the point before he could sit down.

"Don't worry, young man, I'll tell you anything you want to know. Although his tone was a little cold, Usugru's attitude was surprisingly cooperative for some reason.

Usuglu took out a set of carefully guarded leather scrolls from an old rattan chest, which may have been copied by hand for countless generations, and it was quite thick and had a strong smell of spice: the people of this world believed that spices had different sacred effects, and that the spices scattered in the scrolls could pacify and protect knowledge.

Usugru carefully found the records of the Third Kingdom in the scrolls, and he pointed to the hieroglyphs and said: "The last ray of sunlight fell on the earth 5,600 years ago, because the creatures angered the sun god, and the age of the sun ended." ”