Trist did not return, on the contrary, he continued to explore the ruins.

He was standing in front of the museum, half-buried in the ground. He wasn't sure how many of the items of modern civilization were left after a hundred years of time, so his original destination was the ruins of the museum.

At first, because the tribe was still in the middle of civilization, the Ice Country frequently appeared items beyond the ability of the era, such as the English broadsword, the 18th-century cavalry saber, and the compass...... Suspicious, Trist questioned the Overseers of Echo, who learned that they were ruins excavated from the northern part of the Misty Swamp, but had not been visited in recent decades due to the deterioration of the Misty Swamp's environment.

As for the details, Echo replied that the ancestors had accidentally found them in a huge collapsed cellar (forgive the regressive tribesmen who had no concept of a basement), and that the weapons were quietly sealed in glass bottles (the tribesmen still had a concept of glass, and the pre-war glass they excavated was generally kept as a collection of high-ranking people). At the time, Trist's first thought was the ruins of the museum and the collection in the vacuum glass.

"The Metropolitan Museum of Art", on the side of the collapsed and weathered stone pillars, Trist can barely make out the handwriting from them, and the familiar name makes Trist even more convinced that this is the pre-war Apple City.

Further inside, about the location of the Frontrooms, Trist found a large hole. This place is actually quite conspicuous, because the vegetation here is obviously much lower than the surrounding area, and combined with Echo's account, the ancestors of the Ice Nation came here decades ago, and the reason can almost be deduced. Unlike the surrounding area, the vegetation here was newly grown after being excavated by the ancestors of the Ice Country.

They may have been idle and bored, or they may have just been suddenly curious about the cave they had discovered, which further expanded, eventually resulting in the entrance to the basement in front of Trist's eyes now, decades later.

After thinking about it, facing the deep basement entrance, Trist was cautious, and first made a simple torch from the bush next to him and threw it down, while he also observed the flames.

Suddenly, seeing that the torches were still burning in the dark, Trist was relieved to make sure that there was enough oxygen below for him to breathe. Then he made another torch and climbed down the simple rope he had made.

Ten minutes later, a solid touch from under his feet announced the successful landing, and he appeared at the bottom of the hole about four meters deep with a torch. As expected, mottled patterns can still be seen on the surrounding walls, and collapsed brackets and shards of glass silently tell the vicissitudes of time.

Trist walked along the dusty, rusty aisle, because he had just walked a short distance before he came across seven or eight bare steel bars under broken walls.

As he walked, he also noticed the remains of broken glass cases, as well as ceramic artworks that had been thrown aside and could no longer be seen in their original shapes, and, of course, the oxidized paintings...... Come to think of it, these works of art have been buried for hundreds of thousands of years, and not long after they were re-discovered, they have once again withstood the test of time. Today, they are historical relics, along with the exhibition hall where they were originally displayed, but unfortunately, there are no professional archaeologists to take care of them......

At the same time, Trist has a new understanding of the savagery of the tribesmen of the Ice Nation. You said you would have destroyed the weapons collection if you had excavated it, and you had destroyed it with other works of art. Of course, considering that the population of the entire human race is now less than 300,000 (4,000 on the Ark, 300,000 tribesmen on the surface, and more than 500 mountaineers at the base of the Meteorological Mountain), it is too extravagant to talk about the protection of cultural relics at this time.

Sure enough, after a cursory glance around the periphery and careful wiping away the dust from the vacuum glass that sealed the museum's collection, Trist found nothing of value.

'These bandits of the Ice Country! Barbarian! Trist sighed, scolding in his heart.

In his previous life, he liked history, and he felt inexplicably sad when he looked at the broken sculptures, decaying wooden handicrafts, and paintings that were so highly oxidized that he could barely see the original face.

Until he reached the end of the underground corridor, a steel wall blocked his way.

In addition to the old marks of collapse and fracture on the walls, there are also traces of knives and axes.

Trist: "......"

These bandits, barbarians!

Two hours later, Trist, who had found nothing, climbed out of the exit again.

Sitting on the edge of the stone, he looked at the dried meat that was already missing a third of the meat in his backpack, although he was a little unwilling, but reason told him that the return date was approaching.

At the same time, looking at the river in front of him, and the ruins beyond, Trist instinctively sensed a hint of danger, as the former enemy of the Ice Country, the Ico Overseers could not fully believe what she said. The ancestors of the Ice Nation did not explore further, either because they had discovered something and concealed it, or because there was an unknown danger ahead.

Comparatively speaking, Trist believed in the latter, if the ancestors of the Ice Nation had some more important and useful discoveries, after so many years, tribal conflicts have occurred one after another, they would have taken it out a long time ago, and they would not wait until now.

As for the giant python in the misty swamp, the huge mutated creature like a prehistoric giant crocodile, covering a radius of two or three kilometers that can make people dizzy and vomit, these problems are not impossible to overcome for the strong warriors of the Ice Nation as long as they pay a certain price.

Of course, it is also possible that the leaders of the Ice Nation felt that the gains were disproportionate to the gains and stopped the exploration of the ruins. However, just as the tribesmen are almost all strong and strong under the survival of the fittest in the forest environment, the tribesmen's desire for adventure and exploration is not low, which can also be seen from the fact that his friend Eric, the leader of the Guanghu tribe, died at the age of 18.

However, judging from Trist's side-knocking at the time, the Ice Nation had completely abandoned its actions in the Misty Swamp area, which also made Trist a little troubled now.

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Earth, meteorological mountain base.

"We have to do it! All for the continuation of human civilization! For the survival of all of us! All of them! William Jr., the chief of the mountain guard, watched his father, President Dante, paint the last stroke on the canvas, but on the canvas was a hellish scene of the mountains and forests burned by the fire, the ruins of the walls, and the corpses all over the field, William Jr. reacted instantly, and hurriedly comforted his father.

President Dante-Wallace waved his paint-stained hand and said nothing.

It's a pre-nuclear office. White walls, vintage-style glass chandeliers, a variety of framed paintings are displayed on the walls, pine cabinets, exquisite and ornate costumes, and a dazzling array of artworks. In the inner room, against the wall, is a red oak desk full of classical atmosphere, a Toei katana is placed on the table as a collection, and next to the katana, a slightly formal computer, printer, and mobile phone embedded in the table. Not far from the desk is a slightly low spruce wood coffee table, a set of chess quietly placed in a black and white chessboard on the coffee table, and in the white porcelain cup next to the chessboard, half of the coffee has already cooled. Unlike the primitive crudeness of the tribe, and unlike the simplicity and monotony of the ark, if Trist was here, he would almost mistakenly think that he had returned to his previous life.

Next to the coffee table is a stand with a freshly completed oil painting, and the owner of the office, the leader of the mountain people, President Dante Wallace, is looking intently at the freshly finished painting in his hand.

"The Wallace family has been the president of the Vault for four consecutive terms", the old president did not continue the topic just now, and instead talked about the history of the Meteorological Mountain Shelter, "If nothing else, you will be the fifth president".

William Jr. raised his eyebrows and puffed up his chest, "I know, I will ......", but he was interrupted before he could finish speaking.

The old president waved his hand and interrupted his son's impetuous speech, "But! Little William, you have to remember! This does not mean that we have any privileges in the Wallace family! This is the trust that the entire Vault places in us! My child, you, must not live up to this trust! ”