Chapter 42: The Soul Returns
Tasmania is a Māori neighbourhood and commercial and financial centre, with an administrative number of D. This was the most densely populated area in the whole of Māori, with statistics from IC40 showing that Tasmania had a total population of 8.2 million, accounting for 55% of the total Māori population at the time. Crowded, efficient and never sleeps are the three main adjectives in Tasmania, and they are a testament to the borough's legalism. Like most Green Island cities, Tasmania is made up of concrete and rigid green belts, with low housing prices, chaotic amenities and thriving businesses. The same applies to Māori to the fact that those who create the greatest social wealth can never enjoy what they have created, but it is also the optimism of Māori. Working hard to come to Tasmania, giving up everything to go to ecology, and enjoying life to go to Tasman, this is the consensus of the whole Tasmanian.
- "The Complete History of Green Island? Maori IC131, Deep. Neuer
The wolf king's front paws stepped on Kumuzhe's back, and from time to time he lowered his head to lick some warm blood, and every time the blood was about to dry, he used his teeth to enlarge the wound a little, so that the blood hidden in his body continued to flow out.
It's tormenting Kumuzhe.
This somewhat shy prairie boy, who is obviously older than himself, but who keeps calling himself big brother, always fantasizes about entering the return academy, and the boy who let Suller use the armed forces designed by the prairie people himself has stopped convulsing, leaving only a slightly heaving chest to prove that he is still alive, alive in pain.
Souler's throat let out a wolf-like roar, and his eyes were red. He jumped off his horse, took out the scimitar in his hand, held it diagonally, and walked towards the wolf king step by step.
The wolves left aside the teenagers of the Iron Float and pounced on Sule under the command of the wolf king. For some reason, it sensed a threat from the unathletic-looking human, causing its hairs to stand on end.
Su Le ignored the wild wolves that pounced on him, Mo'er had already arrived, and one after another wolf tooth arrows shot out from behind Su Le like eyes, shooting from the eyes of the wild wolves and piercing the brain, the long arrows chased the soul, and the arrows did not miss out.
Qin Feng, who was with Tao Tao, also arrived, and Tao Tao went crazy when he saw Hu Mu Zhe lying on the ground, ignoring Qin Feng's obstruction at all, and jumped high on horseback: "Hu Mu Zhe! ”
Boom! Tao Tao's forehead slammed the frozen ground, and blood flowed. Tao Tao, who came into contact with the land, was the king. Countless pairs of big hands drilled out of the ground of the grassland, still with withered yellow grass, pinched a wild wolf with every two hands, leaving only the wolf king, and then twisted like a towel, minced meat mixed with internal organs squeezed out of the wolf's seven orifices, and the wolves were eradicated in an instant.
The wolf king is scared! It didn't understand the power of these men, so it slowly retreated, as if trying to escape, but Souler sprinted faster than it did, like lightning flashing past it.
Mankind...... How can it be so fast?
"Give it to me, cut off!" The wolf king's huge head and body were separated, smooth as if they were originally two separate parts.
Souler didn't look at the white wolf again, the scimitar was just an ordinary iron weapon, and after cutting off the wolf's head, it also broke inch by inch due to the reaction of the ability. The prince threw away his knife and threw himself at Kumuzhe's side and picked him up.
The teenager had stopped breathing. Maybe he knew that the revenge had been avenged, and he was still smiling, and his blood-stained face was as shy as ever, as if he was asleep.
Tao Tao didn't have Coke, and the amount of energy excited in an instant made his legs a little weak, and he also wanted to see Ku Mu Zhe, who was the only man who called him little brother. But why can't you lift your legs! Xiao Tao wanted to cry anxiously, but Qin Feng came over and walked towards the boy with him in his arms.
"Put me down! Put me down! Tao Tao struggled desperately, Qin Feng put him down according to his words, and watched this 8-year-old powerful person with great ability throw himself into Hu Mu Zhe's arms like an ordinary child and cry.
What a bunch of good boys. Qin Feng sighed, raised his finger and put it in his mouth to suck, it was stained with Tao Tao's blood, which was stained when Tao Tao was struggling just now.
……
The first snow in the steppe soon stopped, and Kumuzhe's body was placed on Soule's horse and carried back, and Souler led the horse all the way without handing it over to anyone. The prince took the place of the Great Khan to lead the horse, which was the greatest mourning in the steppe.
Gudamu returned to the camp one step ahead of time to report the news, so when Sur and the others returned, the altar made of licorice and dead wood had already been built.
Kumuzhe's parents picked up the child, and they wanted to clean the face of their proudest second son and change into his favorite clothes.
No one cried, and even in the Maori savannah, the prairie people still had to get used to death. I don't like it, but I get used to it. They believe that crying will make the dead go away peacefully.
Soon Kumuzhe was lying on the altar, dressed in his high school graduation gown, holding a framed Maori Academy admission notice, surrounded by flowers that the girls had worked so hard to find, and at his feet, the head of the wolf king.
Motoli stood beside the boy, and on the other side were the scarred Ironfloat boys.
"Kumu Zhe is dead." "In order to protect the sheep belonging to the herders and their companions, Kumuzhe died. Let's bid him farewell. ”
One of the guards handed over the torch, and Motoli waved his hand and pointed at Sule.
Souler lit the altar, and the flammable dead wood mixed with the scent of licorice floated into the sky like the soul of Kumuzhe.
"Immortal Heaven! Your child's name is Kumuzhe! He's home! Souler shouted.
"He's home!" All the teenagers shouted.
"He's home!" All the herders shouted.
"We volunteered to move to the surface, with the sun and the moon as companions, slash-and-burn farming." Motoli sang the oath that every prairie dweller had engraved in his soul, the oath of surface resettlement, and every adult prairie dweller had to swear to the Maori island flag, and over time, some people changed it into a pastoral song, which was the proudest place for the prairie dwellers.
"We will be part of the biological chain, believing in life. If we eat cattle and sheep and kill wild beasts, we will also be swallowed up by the wind and snow, and we will be buried in the wolf's kiss. We will eventually become nature and protect future generations. ”
The desolate timbre of the horse-head qin gradually became high-pitched, and the song of all the herdsmen was heard in the sky, and they wanted to let the immortal heaven of faith hear that another steppe folk had fulfilled his oath, even if he had not yet had time to swear to the island flag embroidered with camphor leaves.
"We swear, all our lives, stay away from science and technology, all our lives, protect the mountains and rivers, all our lives, look up to the heavens and the earth, all our lives, practice our oath, we swear!"
Kumuzhe's ashes were scattered by the wind of the grassland, which was also part of the oath, and the people of the grassland worshipped the gods.
The convoy continued to set off, and then encountered several snowstorms, but no one was left behind, including the growing Toto, and no tragedy happened again.
After twenty days of migration, the convoy arrived at the Winter Plains, a grassland backed by the Australian Mountains with little to no blizzard even in the coldest winters, where the Sirgol League would stay for four months until the winter had passed and their summer plains were rejuvenated.
Qin Feng and Hu Pei. Bella left the day after arriving in the Winter Plains, and they refused the hospitality of the Silgol League. In Qin Feng's words, the leader of the horse bandits died in battle, and the meat ticket must be respected, and they should mourn in the tradition of Shangri-La, without feasts and celebrations. This sentence made Mo Qiu also begin to doubt his true identity, although she had never been to Shangri-La, but she never forgot it, as far as she knew, Shangri-La did not have this tradition at all, this tradition was very similar to some of the creeds of the Ark Escort, but the Escort Team had already been disbanded, and only the Sufu generals like Chen Duze still regarded themselves as the Guardians, but the creed or something was also discarded.
Who are they? Whether it was a side-knock or a straightforward point, the little girl didn't ask anything in the end.
No matter what, Qin Feng is gone, no matter what his identity is, it has nothing to do with the little girl.
Winter turned to spring, and Mo Qiu and the others moved back to Xia Yuan with the Xiergol League. In the summer when the little daisies bloom all over the grassland, the time for the little girl to return to the island has also arrived, because the calculation time is calculated, the core laboratory will be assembled in a month, and she has to return to her post before then. Research the topic, and then become a scientist respected all over the world like Su Zhi as soon as possible, and then Grandpa will have no reason to stop me and Xiaoyun from taking revenge on our own, Grandpa Grandpa is old, and he should have enjoyed his old age with Aunt Lin a long time ago.
With the same thoughts, there is also our Mo Liyun, but unlike the little girl's trip to the grassland where she intends to hone her mind, Mo Liyun's road to study is so bumpy that people can't look at it directly.
Loki. Professor Banninger is not the kind of stiff and old-fashioned person who looks, on the contrary, he is a berserker without berserker genes, under the guise of letting Mo Liyun improve his combat effectiveness as soon as possible, Professor Baninger fights with the density of two battles a day and stinky boys, without mercy.
With free laborers like Collan, the little old man is not afraid of breaking Mo Liyun at all, fighting twice a day, and resting until he faints. In the first month, the stinky boy couldn't hold on for 7 seconds at all. In the second month, this number increased to 9 seconds. 10 seconds in the third month, 15 seconds in the fourth month, and 17 seconds in the fifth month.
At the end of the fifth month, Li Mubai sent Mo Liyun an ability weapon tailored for him by Maori Seiko, Eagle Strike. It is a matching armament, consisting of a straight-edged scimitar that resembles a cavalry knife, a hollow dagger with only two grips, and a flying device that can be attached to any part of the body, making it appear to be a series of threads and button-sized patches.
The weapon is very cutting-edge, using high-hardness nanomaterials, all cyan, itself is very sharp, which is embedded with the latest successful energy materialization chip developed by the Return Academy, the scimitar can inspire a round of crescent-like blades, and the straight dagger can be transformed into a double-edged longsword with a length of 1.7 meters. The energy blade is not easy to break, can be repaired at any time, and it is unexpectedly sharp because of the hair that is blown and broken.
The flying device is even more magical, Li Mubai personally wears it for Mo Liyun, with 2 pieces on the back of the neck, 2 pieces on the left and right shoulders, and on the clothes, the position of the shoulder blades on the back closest to the vest is symmetrical and two larger pieces are pasted, and the wire-like thickness of the skeleton connects and supports these patches, which is full of a sense of science and technology. Once activated, each small patch will pop up 8 energy harvesters and be fixed to Mo Liyun's skin, while the larger patch will stretch out eight retractable, almost hair-thin mechanical arms like a treasure chest, and the charge hardens in just a moment. Each arm has 16 miniature energy nozzles, and the energy from the nozzles is combined to form a beautiful transparent wing membrane, some like dragonfly wings, but only a pair. The wings follow the movement of the muscles to drive the direction of flight, and the nozzles counteract gravity and provide power, which is 87% more energy-efficient than Mo Liyun's original flight method, and it is expected that he can still save more than 15% of his energy consumption after reaching the third order.
It is worthy of the tailor-made armament of Maori Seiko, Mo Liyun has basically mastered the usage in less than 3 hours after adapting to it, and he fully believes that with the help of this armament, he will definitely be able to persist for more than 20 seconds in the actual combat drill with the little professor.
Loki. Banninger also supported this assertion after reading the armament performance, so the actual combat practice was stopped indefinitely. Professor Banninger declared that he had won the battle against Mo Liyun. This turn of events left the stinky boy puzzled for almost two weeks, until he learned about Ronnet in theory class. The energy release limit for those with level 4 abilities in the Purnelli meter is only 25 seconds.......
This...... It's just brazen to the extreme.
In this way, time passed quietly in the pain of the stinky boy's body and the rapid improvement of his combat power.
On November 7, IC62, the comprehensive exhibition of the 60th anniversary of the founding of the island of Maori was grandly opened in the third division of Tasmania in the attention of the world, and the internal affairs department of the return agency, including the special unit of the ability of Bergasus, and all the teachers and students of the ability of the return college were responsible for the vigilance work, and Mo Liyun as a student who had not yet been allowed to graduate and his two classmates jointly undertook the vigilance work of the D3-5 science and technology branch venue.
The wheel of fortune, moving forward slowly but surely.