Chapter 8 A Completely Different Flood from the Imagination
It is a tribe of human race, although the number of people is not large, but this is not much is also relative, the number of this tribe is at least tens of thousands of people, one by one low stone houses and rugged roads are staggered, there are fields on both sides of the tribe, and grains are planted in the fields, and at this moment there are many human races wearing animal skins busy in the fields. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info
"Is this a village?"
Li Yue muttered to himself in his heart.
In his opinion, this very primitive tribe should be a certain village, located in a remote area, a village in a remote area of the human country.
The population numbered nearly 10,000, but it was relatively weak compared to the other races and tribes in the flood.
"Although there are not many of them, there is not even a four-dimensional immortal god in the entire village, which is really ......"
Li Yue shook his head, he had seen many races and tribes along the way, although the number of tribes among the other races was not as good as the one not far away, only a few hundred, but at least there were not many four-dimensional immortals, but there was not a single human tribe in front of him.
This kind of tribe is simply weak and pitiful in the desolate world.
It's no wonder that Li Yue thought it was just a small village in the Terran country at first sight.
"Check it out!"
Li Yue walked towards the tribe on the other side of the river, stepped out, and disappeared directly in front of the tribe.
Looking at the tribe up close, he confirmed his guess even more.
As far as the eye can see, a circle of black stones three or four meters high has been built outside the whole tribe, piled up in a long circle, and a low 'gable' is arranged.
The roots of the 'gables' are mostly black moss, damp and cold, and if you look closely, you can see many mottled scratches, like the claws of wild beasts, but it is a long time ago.
Inside the 'gables', there are gravel paths everywhere, low stone houses piled up with black rocks, and most of the stone houses are surrounded by small wooden fence courtyards, and stone or iron tools lean against the walls of the stone houses.
It was early in the morning, and the tribe or village was already busy, carrying hoes, bows and arrows, or baskets, men and women walking towards their destinations.
In the center of this tribe is an old tree, the old tree is thick, the bark is rough as gold stone, the whole trunk is dark, and even the metallic color reflected in the hot sun can be seen.
The branches and leaves of the dense old trees are spreading, and on one side of it, there is a small square formed by a huge bluestone round platform, and the small square is already full of people at this moment, all of them are children, the oldest is only eleven or twelve years old, and the youngest is only five or six years old, and they are in groups.
And on the opposite side of this group of children, stood several stout men, these men had knotted arms and muscles, thick as legs, and looked extremely powerful, their waists were wrapped in black fur, and their long black hair was tied behind their backs, gently swaying with the breeze.
"This is martial arts? Or ......"
Li Yue didn't know when he had appeared in this small square, standing in front of these people, watching these big men teach these children, constantly swinging some movements, constantly pointing, describing, and explaining.
It is simply impossible to be detected.
Between the passage of time, Li Yue looked at them and listened to them, but their language was not incomprehensible, it was not the traditional language of the Honghuang, it should be the slang of this tribe.
And in his eyes, the strength of these big men has reached the peak of the three-dimensional level, and each qi and blood are huge, standing in front of them, you can see the qi and blood of Tongtian rising to the sky like a pillar of blood, but they are stuck at this step, and they have not been able to break through to the fourth dimension.
The movements they taught those children, Li Yue also simulated them in his heart, and came to the conclusion that this is a simple method to temper the body and strengthen the qi and blood.
Although it is simple, it is very practical, because it is very suitable for the operation of heaven and earth in the desolate universe, and it is also very suitable for their physique, and it may not have this effect if it is the exercises of other universes.
The golden light flashed in his pupils, and Li Yue pierced through all parts of the body of the Honghuang Terran with one eye.
From genes to cells, every corner can be seen.
"Isn't it different from normal humans?"
There are races from various universes in the main god universe, and there are not many humans from different worlds, but their genes are essentially the same, there are differences, and there is not much difference.
But in the Flood Desolation Universe, the few Flood Desolation Terrans in front of them are fundamentally different from ordinary human beings in terms of genes.
Their gene chain is simpler, more pure, and doesn't have too many hidden bases. Again, it is more stable and almost impossible to mutate.
Stable and pure.
It's the characteristic.
And this characteristic, Li Yue has seen, many congenital beings or gods, their body structure and genetic level are similar to this, pure and stable, but the structure is more complex.
"Could it be that the legend is true, the human race in the desolate world was directly fabricated by Nuwa?"
Therefore, their gene chain is not so complex and so stable.
Unlike the material world, the level of life evolved step by step from basic organic matter, and eventually evolved into different intelligent life.
……
At this moment, in the distant sky, a golden light flew towards this place quickly, and a powerful aura was clearly engraved in the light, and it slashed down towards the village like lightning.
Rumble.
The golden light landed directly in the center of the tribe, on the other side of the old tree, smashing the ground into a huge crater and splashing dirt.
In the bluestone square, many children were panicked, and the three big men also looked at it with solemn faces, or gloomy faces.
"The Goldwater Tribe?"
After the golden light was restrained, the face of this uninvited guest was revealed.
It was a young and handsome face, with black hair draped behind his back, the pupils between his eyebrows were burgundy, and there was a hint of contempt between his thin lips.
His body was draped in a pair of carved and beautiful battle armor, behind the battle armor, a pair of golden wide wings stretched high, golden like a god gold poured, glowing with golden light.
"The ironclad warriors of the Divine Wing Clan?"
In the far reaches of the village, a stout middle-aged man walked over.
His bearing was calm, and he walked between the dragons and tigers, and there was a faint sense of oppression at a glance, but he frowned slightly between his eyebrows, and seemed to be a little jealous of the young man with golden wings.
"Patriarch!"
As soon as this middle-aged man appeared, the children present and the three big men all looked happy and said loudly.
"Ali, take the children back, that's the end of today's morning exercise!"
"Yes, Patriarch!"
A big man nodded and waved to the children. After a few commands, the children were taken away one by one.
And the young man with the golden wing kept watching, with a smile on the corner of his mouth, and he didn't make any moves.
It wasn't until all the children had left, and only the two of them were left in the entire square, that the young man said, "You are the patriarch of the Jinshui Tribe?" That legendary human who once fought the Dragon Soldiers of the East China Sea with his bare hands? ”
"Although it is hard to believe that a human has such combat power, it is indeed recorded in the literature that you can fight and kill immortals with mortal resources, and your strength is indeed good!"
The wings behind the golden-winged young man were raised high, and his hands were clasped around his chest, "However, I am still far from it!" ”
"Hmph, you want to try?" The middle-aged man snorted coldly, his eyes staring at him like electricity.
"No, no, no, I'd be interested if it was usual, but I don't have time right now!"
"Okay, no more nonsense with you, you should know what I'm here for today, right? After three days, remember to hand in this year's tribute, and someone will come to collect it then, oh yes, I forgot to tell you that this year's tribute has gone up a bit, yes...... Double last year! The young man with golden wings chuckled and said to the middle-aged man.
"What? Double? Impossible? The middle-aged man's face changed.
Doubling the offering is almost equivalent to handing over half of the entire Jinshui tribe's annual harvest, and if this is really done, then the entire tribe does not know how many people will starve to death this winter.
Absolutely not.
"You refuse?" The young man's face turned cold.
"Yes, I refuse. If you don't say the reason, you will go up, and if you say it's going up, it's unreasonable, and if you give it to you, what should I do with my tribe? ”
"Want to know why? Well, I'll tell you. The reason is very simple, because of the invasion of the other universe, our Divine Wing Clan needs more resources to train strong people to join the frontline war, understand? And if you refuse, there will be no need for the Jinshui tribe to exist anymore. ”
The young man with golden wings sneered, "I know your strength is good, but, it's just a joke to me. The ironclad warriors of my Divine Wing Clan are not the shrimp soldiers and crab generals of the Dragon Clan! Although we are not as large as the dragons, we are all elites. ”
As he spoke, the wings of the golden-winged young man shook, and he disappeared in an instant, and the next moment the middle-aged patriarch only felt a pain in his stomach and a sweet throat, and his body flew directly upside down, smashing on the ground in the distance, vomiting blood.
Seriously injured with one blow.
"Remember, in three days, or ......"
After the young man with the golden wings finished speaking, he glanced at the middle-aged man who fell to the ground, and his wings shook and flew directly towards the next place.
"Damn!"
The middle-aged man slammed the ground hard, and the ground was smashed out of potholes one by one.
"If, if our human race can have more Great Luo Jin Immortals and Quasi-Saints, how dare these alien races dare to bully us, how dare they?"
But in fact, although the human race has Da Luo Jin Immortal and quasi-saint, but there are too few, too few, compared to many talented Honghuang Hundred Clans, the birth time is short, and there are few methods suitable for cultivation, although the base is numerous, but the strength is still not enough.
"One day, the Terrans will rise. When the invaders of the other universe are defeated, the sages will lead us to glory! ”
"When the time comes, our story will no longer be a story!"
The middle-aged man's eyes were filled with a sense of hope, and he slowly stood up and staggered towards the depths of the village.
……
In situ, Li Yue kept watching.
It wasn't until the middle-aged man disappeared into his eyes that he withdrew his gaze.
The previous scenes completely refreshed his understanding of the flood wilderness and his understanding of this human race.
Myths and legends, classical origins, everything, collapsed at this moment.
This is a completely different wilderness from the imagination, and the human race has never been the protagonist.