"Your enemies?"

"Is it a human or a monster?" Mawson asked.

The old man showed a trace of anger on his face, and there was some rebuke in his emotions, "There is only so much I can tell you, you are not welcome here, please leave!" ”

"This is a final warning, if you don't leave, I will use force!" As soon as he finished speaking, a tall man wearing a mask rushed out of the passage behind him.

This guy Mawson had seen before, and he was dressed up, and it was the group of warriors guarding the caves deep in the gathering place.

"Want to do it?" Mawson grinned, "What a coincidence, I thought so too!" ”

As soon as he finished speaking, the big man standing opposite him pounced violently, don't look at the big man's huge size, but his skills are extremely fast, and his big fan-like hand grabbed Mo Sen's shoulder.

He clearly didn't intend to hurt Mawson, but wanted to catch him and drive him out.

Seeing this scene, Mo Sen didn't use any excessive moves, he let the big man catch him.

The next moment, the muscles on the big man's arms burst out, and he tried to throw Mo Sen out with a fierce force, but Mo Son's feet were like roots, nailed to the ground, no matter how hard the big man tried, he couldn't shake a single bit!

Mawson even had the leisure to smile at the old man standing behind, "I think, now we can have a good talk!" ”

The old man's face was shocked, and his emotions fluctuated violently, so that Mawson could not feel what he wanted to express for a while.

"What do you want to do?" After a long time, the old man continued.

"I don't mean anything, I just want to know some truth." I don't know what the old man said, the big man who grabbed Mosen let go of his hand and retreated.

"Outsiders, the affairs on the island have nothing to do with you, this is the business of our tribe, there is no need for you to get involved." The old man continued.

"What if I insist?" Mawson's face was calm, but there was a determined glint in his eyes.

"Outsider, I admit that you are very powerful, but there is no existence in our tribe that can compete with you!" The old man's words were fierce.

"I'll see!"

Mo Sen clenched his fist slightly, and his left arm reflected an eerie metallic light in the dim firelight.

"With this distance between us, if I want to do something, you won't have any room to resist." Mawson's tone was tough, but the lines on his face softened.

"I think the fact that we're still able to stand here and continue talking is enough to show my sincerity......"

"After all, in the daytime, you are desperate to expel me, completely disregarding my life or death!"

As soon as Mo Sen's words fell, his right hand waved out at will, and a little red light appeared, and then a knife mark about two meters long was split on the ground!

"My patience is limited."

The old man's face changed wildly, and Moson's various performances looked like magic in his eyes.

It was a long time before he sighed, "Please come with me." So saying, he turned and walked down the stone steps.

The stone staircase winds downward, seemingly leading to a deep place, and Mawson follows the old man's footsteps downward, his face constantly changing by the light of the fire on the wall.

"What should I call you?" He asked.

"Name?"

"Here, names are the most meaningless, and it is only after a person's death that he can acquire a name."

Mawson froze slightly, what kind of strange custom is this? However, he thought about it and felt that it was very likely that people here did not need to communicate with each other in words, and it was estimated that when mentioning someone, the other party could easily feel his thoughts.

"If you really need a name, you can call me Tuka." The old man continued.

"So Mr. Tuka, how did you manage this strange way of communicating?"

"How?" There was a hint of doubt in Tuka's mood.

"We were born this way."

Mawson:......

"And how did Hank do it?" After a second thought, Mawson continued.

"He was approved by the Prophet." Since agreeing to Mawson, the old man has been extremely honest.

"Prophet? Who's that?"

"A prophet is a prophet."

Mawson:......

If it weren't for Tuka's attitude, Mawson once suspected that this was a soft nail handed to him by the other party.

After walking down for a while, the two came to an open corridor, and countless torches were lit on the walls around it, reflecting the brilliant lights of the place.

On the walls on either side are scrolls of the white paint, but if you look closely, some of the figures outlined on them are some of them pure black.

"It's the history ......of the tribe," Tuka sighed.

Mawson looked at them one by one, and soon found something unusual.

The Tuca people on the scroll are brave and combative, and many of the images even show scenes of killing skeleton creepers. Connecting the power of the big man just now with what Tuka said, Mo Sen felt that the power contained in this tribe should not be underestimated.

The big man who had just attacked Mo Sen, although he was helpless in the face of Mo Sen, but according to Mo Sen's estimates, that big man had at least three times the physical fitness of ordinary people.

If it is placed in the real world, it is a proper little superman.

According to the information shown on the scroll, Tuka's ancestors, although powerful, are still a little less impressive than the skeleton creepers. can only survive in the cracks, and was even on the verge of extinction for a time.

Until the advent of King Kong.

This part of the history is basically the same as what the temples show outside, but the later development is very different.

It is clearly visible that some black, slightly hideous individuals have appeared in the white crowd on the scroll, and it is clear that an accident has occurred within their race.

Seeing this, Tuka's account came from the side at the right time.

"With the help of the Vajra race, we were able to breathe, but soon there were divisions within the race, and they were the degenerates infected by evil thoughts......"

"In order to gain more power, they fed the demons with their bodies, completely fell to the dark side, and even began to take the initiative to attack other clansmen."

"Thankfully, it was discovered early, and with the help of the Prophet, we were able to drive the Fallen underground and seal the entrance permanently."

"Just when we thought that the hidden danger had been completely eliminated, one day about forty years ago, with the shaking of the entire island, the entire island was raised countless meters upwards as a living thing!"

"While exposing more of the island to the ground, it will also hide those monsters that are deeper in the depths...... Awaken! ”

"They climbed out of countless deep pits that went straight to the ground, and the terrible number of them, and the ground that appeared with these monsters, as well as our former people, those terrible degenerates!"

"But by this time, they have completely devoid of human appearance......" Tuka's face showed a hint of horror, as if he had seen something terrible.

Hearing this, Mawson completely understood where the wreckage of the warship above his head came from, and it was actually because the island had risen and landed from the original sea level to the land below.

Mawson knows that because of the movement of the earth's crust, it does lead to changes in the terrain, which is the reason for the variability of the terrain of the whole planet.

But on a lonely island, without the squeezing of other continental plates, how could this thing rise above the surface of the sea for no apparent reason?