The elf festival has passed for more than half a month, and the elf clan has built no less than fifty chambers of commerce on the second day after the grand ceremony, most of which are built on the territory of the top five ethnic groups. It took more than half a month for fifty chambers of commerce to gain a firm foothold in the territory of other races, and there was a faint tendency to settle in other major clans.

The situation outside was in full swing, but Zheng Ming was drinking sullen wine in the base.

The equipment in the base, including the environment, has been fully built, at first Gu Yi didn't know what the parts Zheng Ming painted were, and on the day they were all done, Zheng Ming assembled these parts one by one in front of her, and Gu Yi asked about the use one by one, and almost didn't stun her after a while.

According to Zheng Ming's explanation, for example, the thing called the "steam engine" can actually allow the heavy iron sheet to carry tens of thousands of elves, and it can pass through the eternal night forest in a few days. There is also the "internal combustion engine" that Zheng Ming assembled in three days, which is NB better than the "steam engine", as well as "satellites", "rockets", "Internet equipment" and so on.

These uses can be achieved with the same with magic, but the point is, these things don't need to be supported by magic at all, they are like a separate system, independent of magic and warriors.

Zheng Ming defined these things as "science", and on the 10th day of the appearance of "science", it was sealed by Zheng Ming and stored in his own laboratory, and the higher-ups did not understand why he did it, and Zheng Ming only gave the only explanation for this matter, and now is not the time.

Zheng Ming's voice in the elven clan is now increasing day by day, almost on an equal footing with Milian.

Holding a wine bottle, his eyes are misty, and the stars decorate the night sky into a sea of flowers, sometimes it looks like it is budding, sometimes it is shining.

There was an astronomical telescope next to him, and the doorknob of the laboratory was covered with a layer of dust, but this equipment was not stained, I don't know if it was too strong in wine, or the starry sky was intoxicating, Zheng Ming fell back on the rocking chair and didn't hear it for a long time.

Late at night, a shadow gently pushed open the door and walked into the base, shuttling through laboratories that had not yet been put into use, and found Zheng Ming in an inconspicuous place, Zheng Ming was too deep asleep to find it.

Silent night, long sighs.

After the shadow left, the bottle was taken away, and there was an extra animal skin on it.

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A corner of the world, a dark abyss, terrifying screams came and went, and a black mist floated above the abyss, facing the fierce wind at the mouth of the cliff, violently shaking.

"ShadowClan"

A murmur came from the irregular black mist, this should be the ShadowClan, and the abyss under his feet is also where the ShadowClan lives.

"Ink?" another black mist suddenly appeared, also emitting a human voice, but there was only one word in response, "Hmm." ”

"What's the matter, aren't you happy that the mission failed...... Speak as if you're not a ShadowClan yourself. The previous murmur seemed to be heard by the dark shadow that appeared later, "Ah, you talk too much. Mo didn't answer him, and the black mist trembled, leaving only a person stunned in place.

The ground level extends downward, thousands of meters into the abyss, and every 100 meters there are several felons, these prisoners are not like the death criminals in the big prison in the world, the felons who are locked in the abyss have existed before the Shadow Clan occupies this place, and even the Shadow Clan has no way to let them out.

The black mist passed through the abyss and fell to the bottom of the abyss so fast that there was only the cry of a cold current and a fleeting roar.

"Who" asked from the bottom of the abyss.

"Shadow Ink" and "Shadow Talk" The people in the two black fogs responded and stopped decisively.

As the words fell, more black mist filled the bottom of the abyss, spreading rapidly, completely submerging the two of them.

The hundred-meter palace suddenly appeared in front of them, as ethereal as this black fog. The main hall is covered with skulls all around, but stepping on it without a trace of touch, it is not at all logical.

With a "clang", a gap cracked between the two forty-meter-high gates, and the gap became larger and larger, mixed with a long-standing "squeak" sound, and only then did he pac forward when the giant gate was fully opened.

Behind the door were two stone statues of equal height, one with a spear in his hand and the other with a codex, and the eyes of the stone statues moved as they walked underfoot.

The internal structure of the main hall is expanded outward with the main beam in the middle as the center of the circle, and there are four pillars around it, each of which is engraved with a hideous human face, which is said to have been scraped from the four gods when the carver was on a mission.

There are rows of scriptures and dense scrolls displayed on the walls of the surrounding halls, and at this time, an old man is holding a notebook and carefully recording the books on the shelf, as if he is familiar with the two of them, and he doesn't care about the return of the two at all.

The cold outside the hall was heavier, because the door was open, and they forced into the hall in one go, and the wind did not shake the corners of the three people's clothes, but blew off a few books, "You messed up my volume" The old man who kept the scroll raised his head and glanced at them, and as the sound fell, the two stone doors closed suddenly.

The "crazy old man" and the two treated the old man more respectfully, and after bowing, they picked up the scroll and carefully put it back in its place.

"The carving master is out, the old rules" The crazy old man confirmed the position they put back, and walked towards the back of the hall, but after a few steps, he heard the voice of Shadow Ink, "The mission has failed", and the crazy old man stopped.

"Get the punishment" The crazy old man only paused for a few seconds, then walked towards the hall again, and stayed here for a long time, put down a brand new book and left.

Shadow Tan left, the crazy old man just walked to the entrance of the apse, stopped, still did not look back, Shadow Mo did not leave made him a little curious "What else is going on", Shadow Mo hesitated, but still said "Elf Holy Son, he wants to find someone".

The crazy old man tilted his head slightly, looked at the shadow ink for a while, and then slowly said, "What person", "You'er", when he heard the name, the crazy old man was stunned for a moment, and then said that he knew, and disappeared at the entrance.

Shadow Ink took out his dagger and stabbed him in the right hand, the blood dripped down, and was about to touch the ground, the ground instantly turned translucent, and when the blood passed through the ground and changed to substance, Shadow Ink wrapped his palm in black fog and saluted the entrance with a fist, and left alone.

As soon as he walked out of the main hall, he was once again overwhelmed by the black fog, and the palace also disappeared into the thick fog, and when it reappeared, it was above the abyss again.

"Mo, next time I will release this task, let me go" Tan left the hall and did not leave, and waited here. "No" Yingmo's answer was still concise, not forgetting to add the sentence "You can't either", and after finishing speaking, the black fog shrouded it, and it disappeared completely.

Shadow Tan pondered in place: Shadow Ink's ability, although he is a second-rate killer, but in the Shadow Clan, a place with many killers, he is also a top second-rate killer, he was beaten back by the prophet last time, and if he is a prophet this time, he won't say it, look at him and receive the punishment, has he ever been beaten?