After hiding the supplies, the iron slag was wrapped on his back and continued on his way. The altitude www.biquge.info here has dropped to about 7,000 meters, and there is no need for oxygen equipment. After two days of continuous climbing, the altitude continued to decrease, and vegetation gradually appeared around it. First there are some mosses, then some ferns, and then below 5,000 meters above sea level, there are sparse forests.

A few days later, he came to a huge valley with dense trees, mountain springs, and life, with the occasional sight of small animals. From the watch, the altitude here is about 3,500 meters, the temperature is moderate, the sun is warm, and it is like a paradise.

After wandering about for a while, he caught a fat hare, washed it by the spring, and set up a fire and roasted it. The smell of meat suddenly permeated the forest. It didn't take long for him to drink sweet mountain spring water, eat fragrant rabbit meat, and live a comfortable wild life. After eating and drinking, he jumped into a stream, bathed, washed his clothes, and hung them on the treetops to dry.

After resting for two days, and when his body was back in the best condition, he put on his bag and continued to explore. According to the tips of the previous generation of glorious prophets, the treasure is hidden in this valley, but the specific location needs to be searched slowly.

After a few more days, he found no clues, but hunted a goat. Goats are no better than hares, which have little fat, are not fragrant enough to roast, and their meat is not sweet enough. When he had slaughtered the sheep by the spring, and dug a small pit and buried the entrails, he set up a fire and roasted the mutton.

"Zizi Zi ......"

A few minutes later, the yellow-orange-orange lanolin drips onto the firewood pile, giving off an enticing aroma, and when sprinkled with chili pepper and cumin powder, it is even more mouth-watering. Pull out the knife, cut off a small piece of shiny mutton, put it in your mouth, and when you bite into it, the delicious juice immediately fills your mouth. Eating barbecue and drinking spring water, he couldn't help but think of what a pleasant life it would be if he took two girls and lived here from now on, away from the strife of the world, hunting during the day, setting up a bonfire at night, and gazing at the stars.

However, such thoughts only lingered for a moment, and then disappeared in front of the fire in my heart. He clearly knew that only by lighting the flame of splendor could he restore peace to his heart.

After a big meal, he cut the remaining lamb into pieces, wrapped it in oiled paper that compressed the biscuits, put it in his bag, and continued on his journey.

After several days of exploring, he finally found the location of the treasure. It was a man-made cave in a corner of the valley. In front of the cave is a large stone with a cluster of flames carved into the stone face. Although it has been a long time, covered with moss and traces of weathering, the flames are still clearly visible, lifelike, as if they are beating, full of endless vitality.

Pushing away the boulder, the iron slag walked into the cave. Under the light of the flashlight, you can see that the stone wall is covered with thick tree roots. The ground was a little wet, and it seemed that water was seeping down from above. In the silence, you can hear the soft sound of water dropping on the stones and the subtle sound of the wind. The air here feels fresh and there is no feeling of long-term closure at all.

After walking for about fifty meters in the dark, after turning a corner, the front suddenly opened up. As far as the eye can see, it is an arched space in the belly of a mountain, with a faint light spilling from above. In the faint light, I could see that the ground was covered with gray-white spider silk, and under the spider silk, there seemed to be many half-human-high objects. In order to see the situation clearly, he took out a magnesium strip, scraped it vigorously on the cave wall, and threw it out.

"......Snort" was accompanied by a soft burning sound, and the magnesium strip spewed dazzling sparks, reflecting the entire cave red.

In an instant, he was stunned by the sight in front of him, the ground was not ordinary spider silk, nor the expected objects, but huge cocoon-like objects. As far as the eye can see, there are hundreds.

He was stunned, wondering if this place would be overrun by any creature, and these gray cocoons were their larvae. With this suspicion in mind, he slowed down, avoided the cocoon, and probed around.

After a while, he found some stacked sealed boxes in the corner. The surface of the box looked very weathered, but when it was pried open, it was wrapped in layers of oiled paper, and it seemed to be well preserved. But after completely opening the package, he was almost dumbfounded, and it turned out to be a set of off-white tarpaulin military uniforms. It's well preserved, but the uniforms are useless. Then, he opened more than a dozen sealed boxes in succession, which were all military clothes or cold weapons of different lengths. He couldn't help but wonder, could it be that these military supplies were the family background that the glorious prophet of the previous generation said?

If it's just these things, then he's in vain. But what is it? These materials are obviously carefully preserved, otherwise they would not have been sealed so well, and it would be no problem to leave them for a few hundred years. After rummaging around, there was nothing else here except insect cocoons, which were sealed boxes containing military uniforms or cold weapons.

He was immediately disappointed, it took him more than half a year, and he came here after all the hardships, and it turned out to be such a scene.

Inadvertently, his gaze swept over the stone wall on the side, and saw an old man dressed in a cloth robe, tied with a straw rope tied around his waist, and playing a harmonica. He subconsciously took out the harmonica, looked at the silver light flowing on the body, took a deep breath, and began to play.

The melodious melody slowly flowed out, echoing between the stone walls, and spread far away......

We woke up from the depths of the sea, climbed aboard our father's fishing boat, picked up the ancient harpoon, gazed at the vast deep sea, and sounded the horn of freedom.

We woke up from the distant mountains, rode on the young elephants, raised the ancient flags, gazed at the distant mountains, and played the flute of farewell.

We woke up from the cemetery, donned our mottled armor, drew our ancient swords, gazed into the vastness of the world, and rang the last bell.

When the sad sound of the piano turned to a high pitch, the tearing sound of cotton wool resounded through the ground, and tall figures broke out of their cocoons.

"What year is it?" "What year is it?" "What year is it?" "What year is it?" "What year is it?" "What year is it?" "What year is it?"

They were naked, with tears streaming down their faces, and they looked up to the sky and howled, and the sand and gravel that shook the top slipped one after another. The sorrow as deep as the sea, the indignation as fierce as a volcano, as if spanning a hundred years, makes heaven and earth also moved. On the eve of the Great War, they were ordered to come and seal themselves here with their epic insect ability "Cocoon Dormancy", waiting for the awakening of future generations for a long time.

In that time when darkness came, what kind of mood did they have to close their eyes and sleep forever? The loss of loved ones, the parting of comrades-in-arms, the disappearance of loved ones, and the untouchable future are so unbearable.

Becoming a tinder is the most painful and courageous choice in the world, and so is being the last guardian.

When they wake up again, it means that they have lost everything. If given a choice, they would rather die on the battlefield than suffer from it. Their hearts are filled with anger, sorrow, unwillingness, and shame, like the ups and downs, the flavors of the world, all of which come to their hearts......

"When you wake up again, the world may be over, but please do not grieve, for we have returned to the flame and are waiting for your return......

"Go, Guardians, you are the mighty force that crosses time and space, the last roar of the Holy Wolf!"

"Boom!" "Boom!" "Boom!"

With a deafening crackling sound, three beams of light shot up into the sky, shattering the rock formations and soaring into the sky. The dazzling sunlight suddenly shone in, making people's eyes shine.

It didn't take long for the awakened people to gradually calm down, and the three meteors flew to the ground one by one, half-kneeling in front of the iron slag. They all exuded a majestic aura all over their bodies, which made people feel awe, it was the power of Haoran, the power of the Holy Order.

"The Red Martial Saint of the Cangwolf Legion, lead three hundred Holy Wolf Guardians to meet the Battle Song Shaman." A stout, red-haired man in his forties shouted at the iron slag.

"The Blue Martial Saint of the Cangwolf Legion, lead the Hundred Heavenly Eagle Nightcrawlers to meet the Battle Song Shaman." A handsome man in his thirties, with long black hair, shouted loudly in front of the iron slag.

"The Black Warrior Saint of the Cangwolf Legion, led fifty colossias to guard, and met the war song shaman." A tall and burly man in his sixties, with a small brown head, shouted loudly at the iron slag.

"Cangwolf Legion, meet the Warsong Shaman!" In an instant, a group of figures half-knelt down and shouted in unison.

Iron Slag put down the harmonica and nodded at them. Then, everyone stood up, opened the sealed box piled up in the corner, took out their clothes and weapons, and quickly put on their clothes.

A few minutes later, Iron Slag walked out of the cave with the team that had woken up from its slumber.

"Warsong Shaman, what year is it?" The Red Martial Saint asked.

Iron Slag looked at his watch and told him the date of the day, which was February 23, DR3715. The Red Martial Saint thought for a moment, then turned his head and said, "Warsong Shaman, we must return to the end of the world, retrieve the Warframe, and then wait there for your summons. ”

"How am I going to inform you in the future?" Iron Slag asked. There is no satellite communication signal at the end of the world, and there is no way to use aircraft, so it is really difficult to make a trip.

"You just need to inform the Guardian of Iceland, the people of the Silo family, and they will come looking for us." The Red Martial Saint said.

"Robin Silo is also one of ours?" Iron Slag wondered.

"The Silo family are the wielders of one of the three glorious artifacts, 'Attachment to the Deep', and Sunset Lorenfeld has ordered them to stay in Iceland and watch over our icebreaker for generations." The Red Warrior replied. Then, he unsheathed the long sword from his waist, handed it up with both hands, and said, "Warsong Shaman, this is also one of our three artifacts, called 'The Cry of the Earth', if you are a psionic, please accept it." ”

Iron Slag took the sword and pulled out a section, and suddenly the cold light was shining, and the temperature around him seemed to have dropped a lot.

"Good sword, but it's a pity I'm not a psyker." After saying that, he pushed the sword back into its sheath and gave it back to the Red Martial Saint, and then asked, "How did you get out of here?" "His remaining supplies are only enough for his own return trip, and there are more than 450 people here, and he really can't help it.

"Warsong Shaman, you don't have to worry about our ......," the Red Martial Saint said as he turned back and gestured to the crowd.

"Huh!" "Huh!" "Huh!" "Huh!" "Huh!" "Huh!" "Huh!"

In a matter of seconds, everyone spread their insect wings, and then flapped their wings and flew in all directions.

"We'll gather some food here and fly to Cape Harbor and take a boat from there." The Red Martial Saint smiled and said, "It's you, how are you going to leave?" ”

"You can go back as you come." Iron Slag said.

"War Song Shaman, this road is not safe, let the Black Warrior Saint send you back, and he can also tell you some past events on the way." The Red Martial Saint said.

Iron Slag thought about it for a while, nodded in agreement. Next, with the help of the Black Warrior, he quickly returned to the place where the supplies were buried. After taking out the supplies and making a simple sled, the two of them continued their journey. A few days later, the two and Zhao Wenke converged, pulled up the remaining supplies, and continued to march north.

Finally, after half a year's journey, when it came to DR3715-7-10, Tie Slag and Zhao Wenke finally returned to Qinjia Village with the team. After a day's rest, the Black Martial Saint said goodbye to the iron slag and rushed to Luoyan Town to meet the Red Martial Saint and the others.

A few days later, Iron Slag and Zhao Wenke returned to the Ancient Temple, where they joined Hagrid, Quinn, Iron Bell, Lilith, and the Black Pig King, who had arrived here three months earlier. Just as everyone was about to go to the Central Continent to show their skills, a shocking news came.

On that day, the same paragraph was written on the front page of all the newspapers in the Silver City World.

"Signed by the Princess of the Templars and approved by the World Parliament, beginning with DR3715-8-30, the Third Army of the Templar Expeditionary Force is to proceed to the Southern Necropolis to carry out a complete cleansing of all insect mutants south of the Sewage River; target, 100,000 units per day; Unless the thief Iron Slag Norses surrenders to the nearest temple institution with a thunder hammer, he will be killed. ”

Clearly, after more than a year, Yugo Lombal has completely lost his patience.

I have to say that her trick is very insidious. If the iron slag refuses to surrender, it will be charged with indifference to the lives of the insects, and thus lose its prestige; If you are willing to surrender, you are dead. Anyway, no matter what the iron slag does, she is the ultimate winner.