The wind and sand continued, and these horses hiding in the house obviously did not like to go out, so he did not attract much attention when he touched the entrance of the village, but the obviously huge totem pole at the entrance of the village immediately attracted his attention.

There are orderly and clear words engraved on it!

These ponies, whose behavior and appearance have degraded to the point of being similar to animals, still have the ability to use words? Is there something wrong? He Ming struggled to retrieve the meaning of the handwriting on the book in his head, and observed the totem pole.

What still surprised him was that the handwriting was clear and the expression was obvious, and it was by no means ordinary spelled pictures and texts, and the content was even more difficult for him to imagine.

As the prophet Ada said, the fire of heaven fell, and everything that believed in Mir was reduced to ashes overnight, and only those of us who received the news and fled here were sheltered from it.

The people who were extremely superstitious about Mir, and the promise that Mir had made to them gradually came true, and they became stronger and more agile, but I could see that their thinking had become sluggish, and even their language skills had deteriorated significantly.

However, we have not really escaped the punishment of the world, the land here has become barren, dry and gradually desertified, Ada said that from his research and deduction, the arrival of Mir has always brought destruction, so Mother Earth will continue to destroy everything to protect herself.

I have been rejected by Mother Earth, and now I have betrayed Mir, and there is no place for me in the world, but as long as there is the slightest possibility, I will make amends for my foolish deeds.

I'll have to think about what I'm going to do to make a difference, and sort it out from north to south, so that even if something happens, there's always something left.

I don't know why, He Ming struggled to translate the words on this totem with incredible meanings, and at the same time always felt that something was staring at him behind him, and when he fully understood the meaning of the words on the totem pole, he found that he was a little prostrate, drenched in cold sweat, and beads of sweat the size of beans dripped directly on the ground.

How many times have you come across the word Mir? The clearest time in my impression is that the Cangyue Bull Demon King who really has the power to destroy the world but is trapped in the purgatory fireball, in its mouth, Mir is still the supreme existence, and this time, the terrifying degree of this Mir has refreshed He Ming's cognition.

He was so engrossed in his contemplation that he completely ignored all the links around him, forgetting his own situation and circling around the totem pole of the pony to identify it, and finally attracted the attention of the inhabitants of the village as a matter of course.

A shrill neighing of horses broke his thoughts, and a herd of angry horses rushed towards him!

These monsters far surpass ordinary humans in terms of speed, strength, and fighting spirit, and their reflexes and agility are even faster than those of leopards, and ordinary people will definitely pay a great price when they encounter them.

But now in front of them was He Ming, these monsters were probably no longer able to craft and use powerful long-range weapons like bows and arrows in their long degeneration, and they rushed over with crude and rudimentary stone tools, giving him plenty of time to react.

He Ming made a posture like a sharp retreat on the left, trying to escape, and then when the horses reacted and were about to pounce on his left, he suddenly took a step to the right, and a sword swept over the stone axe of the horse in front, and with a click, the thunderbolt that sharpened the iron like mud directly cut the ribs of the monster's chest.

That's enough, he shook his sword again, and was about to rush forward, and when the horses were about to defend, they suddenly made a sharp turn and ran down the same path without a trace, and the speed of these horses was simply moving slowly in front of He Ming, who was at full speed.

He Ming ran back to the oasis where Li Xiang and they were stationed in one go, it was already midnight at this time, but he didn't immediately get into their tent, there were still many issues to consider.

After thinking about it, he opened Li Xiang's tent.

"In other words, the ponies are a group of very backward humanoids, and although they are poorly equipped, the warriors are basically able to use their fighting energy to defend and attack freely, and they are agile and powerful." After listening to He Ming's description, Li Xiang was thoughtful.

On top of that map, a new oasis location that had not been discovered before. Regarding the strength and details of these enemies, as well as the fact that the oasis of the horse was a situation where the sand monsters could invade, He Ming told them truthfully that these people would convey them to Ye Zilan well, so that the danger they might encounter could be greatly reduced.

As for those ancient stories that are talked about at night, anyway, judging from the attitude towards that book in the Tucheng conference room, I definitely can't understand it, and let myself figure out what other messages there are.

So the next day, He Ming once again walked without hesitation to the direction of the second oasis from north to south.

I don't know if it's an illusion, that is, after moving from north to south, the wind and sand in the desert will gradually become smaller, and the environment of the second oasis from the north seems to be not as bad as the northernmost oasis, and I wonder if there are still horses here.

When the human army arrives, all traces of them will be burned, and it will be necessary to drive out the pony villages that have explored the other oases before to see if they can get some useful content.

After all, what I know now are stories that don't make sense.

He had gone through many oases in the harshest desert conditions, avoided many encounters with the horses on his own, and got a very clear story from the totem poles erected in their primitive villages.

And the southernmost oasis is a beautiful wind, the scenery is pleasant, there is no wind and sand drifting at all, the horses live a comfortable life, walking around in twos and threes, sentinels and scouts appear from time to time, and He Ming does not give He Ming a chance to get close to the totem pole at all, so he can only sort out the stories in the villages in front of him first, and slowly find a way to get the last record.

It is not clear whether it is the gift of repentance from Mother Earth or the miracle that Mill has given us, but when the land is completely deserted and we are about to die of thirst and hunger, some oasis has appeared in the endless yellow sand, with inexhaustible springs and life-sustaining plants and animals.

Our people have survived these oases, and the more fanatical Mir believers have spurned our choice and left us for the depths of the desert, where there is no living environment at all, and a feeling has arisen in my heart that they will survive and that they will become the dust of history, so that the legend of Mir will be a thing of the past forever.

We still can't leave this barren desert, and the people who have been sent to investigate other areas have come back to tell me that as soon as someone leaves this cursed desertified land, the fire will still fall! We have not been forgiven by Mother Earth at all.

I put to death the man who cried out that in this case we should continue to worship Mir and seek a way out, and it may not be wrong from his point of view, but I must put an end to all signs of such thoughts, for our sins are grave enough to be made up for a little.

However, as Ada said, everything that was tainted with that world can no longer live in peace, the laws of the world have changed, all the technologies that could be used have failed, and now we can only use ridiculous primitive tools to survive.

The worst thing happened! Most of the new children are over the age of five, and they still can't learn or speak! Babies who used to need to be over three years old to move on their own can now run around like crazy and wild at the age of two, and their memory and learning abilities outside of movement are staggeringly degraded! We may not have it then.

I'll have to find a way to spread these facts, but after the third generation of children are born, their intelligence deteriorates even more, their heads become less like ours, and their skin color and hair are a bit like horses. The chances of these people learning words are basically zero, what can I do?

Remy suddenly told me that among the fanatics in the deepest part of the desert was his friend, who had recently made contact, and that they had also survived, but they had changed more severely, and they were much larger, and they knew almost nothing except for some rituals and preparations for war related to Mir.

He said that his friends dreamed of the destruction and collapse of the world every day, but they did not waver in their faith, and their minds were completely distorted like the changed laws. Of course, I don't believe it, but how does a person with such a confused mind communicate with Remy? I still sent people to visit the place Remy mentioned on a regular basis.

From the first encounter with the power of Mir, which caused people to frantically abandon their achievements in search of alms, to now we have lost everything, and now we have paid such a huge price, I have to pass on this lesson forever so that future generations will never do it again, but what do I do?

The new people had no skills or knowledge at all, and the fifth generation was not only fully adapted to living in a group that was only slightly more advanced than the beasts, but also had a head that looked like a red horse, and I became more and more suspicious of what else I could do.

The old spies suddenly told me that the fire had fallen again, and that the people who still worshiped Mir in the depths of the desert were once again consumed by the endless flames, and just when I was relieved to think that Mir's influence was about to become a thing of the past, Remy told me that they had built a dungeon there to protect against the fire, and that the most fanatical believers were still alive.

I've lived too long, and all my peers around me have passed away, and only me, a monster who looks like he should have died of old age, is still in this world.

Finally, I discovered that even the 10th generation of people could not learn words and other skills, but they could make totems and symbols with great precision! As long as these words are made into totems and let them inherit as honor, their intelligence will keep these words unchanged at all, help me up!

I don't ask for forgiveness, may Mother Earth bless these words to be seen by those who need them.