To be honest, Mark is actually stunned, although he is the master of the world, but he has not revealed his identity and strength, so in front of these people, he is a living dead man who is powerless and can't even move. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

But what is the situation of these people who look at him and bow down like gods? Is he really so attractive? Oh, no, he also said a word, in the lingua franca of the universe: Where is this?

Just by this sentence, Mark had a big question mark in his heart, and he had a feeling that the second monk was at a loss.

After a long time, Yate raised his hand to stop everyone's shouting, knelt and crawled forward two steps, and said in a trembling voice in a very lame cosmic lingua franca:

"Excuse me, my lord, are you the legendary messenger of the gods who came to save our scaly people from the sea of suffering?"

This time Mark finally understood, he glanced at the other party in surprise, there was actually someone here who could speak the lingua franca of the universe, and then he frowned:

"What do you mean, messenger of the gods?"

"Yes, messenger of the gods!" Art nodded hurriedly, explaining again in his very unskillful, and somewhat lame cosmic lingua franca:

"My name is Art, and I am the next prophet of the Thorn Tribe of the Scales. Countless years ago, our god prophesied that one day a god-like creature would descend from the sky, and he would be the so-called messenger of God. He will lead our forgotten race out of this land of calamity in search of new hope!"

"God?"

Mark couldn't help but roll his eyelids and sneered in his heart. Immediately, I remembered my experience in the Red Moon World, and I was also a so-called god who built a so-called holy city, but it turned out to be a complete fraud. That was obviously a conspiracy to provide nourishment for the Ten Thousand Soul Fruit.

"What else does God will?" asked Mark after a moment's thought.

Since this god must have a purpose in saying this, at least he is the master of the world, and since this so-called god has given the world master the name of the messenger of the gods, he naturally has some needs, or some conspiracy, so Mark has to be cautious, especially in this situation.

"God used to say that once you find the messenger of God, you should treat the messenger of God as you would treat God, and then bring the messenger of God to him at all costs. ”

"At all costs?" Mark's eyes moved, and the corners of his mouth showed a look of understanding.

Sure enough, they are going to meet and talk, there must be something to help, or is it black eating black? Mark's heart suddenly became entangled, and then he thought that since there was this so-called god, all the good things that could be found in this continent must be in the hands of that god, and his heart suddenly felt bitter. Asked casually:

"I wonder if God has ever appeared, and what does he look like?"

"Of course I did! right there!"

As he spoke, Art pointed to a stone sculpture about five meters high in front of the village square, Mark tilted his head slightly and glanced at it, he really didn't pay attention to it just now because of the angle, there would be such a big stone sculpture in this simple village.

The stone carving is a humanoid creature with no scales similar to those of the Scaly Humans, and if it weren't for the two extra horns on its head, it would really look exactly like Mark.

When Mark saw the details of the creature's appearance, he was stunned. couldn't help but burst out of his mouth:

"Holy, Golden Horn Terran?!"

"What, Venerable Messenger of God, what did you say?" asked Art, with a confused face.

In his opinion, this messenger of God was indeed a messenger of God, and he was so excited when he saw the statue of God, he must have recognized the great God.

The sentence that Mark subconsciously broke out just now was naturally not the lingua franca of the universe, but the lingua franca of the human race in the Zhenwu Great World, which he was most familiar with, and Yate naturally couldn't understand it.

However, when he found out that the so-called god of this scale human race was actually his ancestor Golden Horn human race, his heart was suddenly in turmoil. He immediately concluded that the Hexagonal Pagoda must still be there, and it must be where God is. When he thought of this, he couldn't be more excited.

Not to mention the awakening of the bloodline of the time controller, it is that this ancestor has collected so many good things, such as a few spiritual weapons, no matter what, you have to give one to the descendants, right?

At this moment, Art spoke again:

"Please God get up and follow me to the teacher! ”

Teacher?Mark frowned, and then remembered that this Art had just said that he was only the next prophet, and that this prophet should not be dead yet.

But it was really hard for him to get up now, and he didn't feel anything on either foot. In desperation, he had no choice but to speak:

"I don't have a lot of walking now. ”

Art didn't say anything when he heard this, turned his head and glanced at Arras beside him, and whispered a few words. Arras bowed slightly, turned his head and shouted:

"Milan, Gitanni, go and bring the stretcher. ”

With the help of several women, Mark was hastily wiped off the mucus on his body, and then carefully wiped by several women with a small basin of water, and only after the thick gastric juice on the surface of his body was cleaned up, he was carried onto a stretcher.

In Art's words, the water in this world is more precious than food, and that small basin of water just now is already all the stock in the tribe.

Hearing this, Mark closed his mouth helplessly, people took out all the water used to drink and wiped your body for you, what else are you not satisfied with?

However, just look at the scale armor that is all over the body, and the impenetrable scale armor knows that the creatures here should be in this condition, so many scale armor is not only for defense, but also to prevent the loss of water in the body.

Lying helplessly on the stretcher, let the scaly men and women named Milan and Gitanni carry themselves to the depths of the stockade, Mark couldn't help but twist his body.

The underwear under the leather armor has naturally been corroded by gastric juice for a long time, and feeling the still thick layer of viscous gastric juice between the leather armor and the body, Mark feels extremely unhappy.

Although this thing doesn't hurt you, it's disgusting enough, but what can you do at this time?

After two twists, Mark forced himself to stop. That's it, since I've been soaking for seventeen years, I don't care about enduring a few more days! With the dryness of the air in this world, it should be air-dried in a few days, right?

Leaving this thought behind, Mark had time to focus his attention outside, observing the stockade and the scales accompanying him.

The stockade of the Scales was apparently made entirely of boulders, and looked tall and sturdy.

There is no firewood here, everything is made of stone, even if it is a complete set of simple furniture, there is no shadow of stone.

They don't have many weapons, almost all of them are made of inaccessible dark iron, this kind of weapon is not even the lowest level of treasure, only the giant spear carried by Arras is a bit special, although the metal used is still in the category of dark iron, but it is very close to meteoric iron.

In other words, this giant spear is already very close to a low-level treasure weapon, but at most, that's it. In the eyes of Grandmaster Mark's alchemy, he wouldn't even look at this kind of thing when it was thrown on the ground.

However, this Arras could see that he loved this gun very much, and he reached out to stroke it from time to time as he walked, and Mark had goosebumps when he looked at the gentle movements. (To be continued.) )