Ning Caifeng, who came from hanging up the phone, stood on the side of the field world.

He crouched down and pulled out the panel.

Comparing the picture above, I want to see where the fire scorpion tribe that gave birth to a miracle is.

"You're too young for me to see."

On the panel, an ice-blue fire scorpion shouts for joy, and a world-sized giant squats beside it, trying to find the carrier of the miracle in the world.

It's a pity that the huge pupils of the mountain peaks are watching from the sidelines, and the ant-sized bathing fire scorpions are cheering on the side.

The pupils turned, and the cheering fire scorpion couldn't see him, and he couldn't see it.

"Sure enough, you're too small, I'm too big." Ning Caifeng shook his head slightly and stood up.

He also wanted to see for himself what the first race to climb the levee he had raised was like.

Returning to his seat, Ning Caifeng leaned over to see that the ice-blue fire scorpion in the field world was spitting out ice in a cave to build a house.

"A race that is completely different from the ability of the fire scorpion."

After seeing the air flow of ice cubes spit out by the ice blue bath fire scorpion, Ning Caifeng was amazed.

The Fire Scorpion is [High Temperature], and the name of this transcendent element awakened by the Ice Blue Fire Scorpion is [Cold].

[A group of mountaineers who were ostracized by the fire scorpion race, when they were about to die, activated the [Mimic] transcendent element in their body, and successfully simulated the cold air around them and survived]

"Ostracized mountaineers?" Ning Caifeng was a little puzzled, in the fire scorpion, this behavior of mountaineers would not be rejected.

Click on the panel, and the ice blue bath fire scorpion time on the screen was rewound by Ning Caifeng.

The picture also came from the Gaoleng Mountains to the war-torn tribes.

On the screen, the fire scorpion robbers are distributed all over the tribe, eating the flames with a look of enjoyment.

Underneath them were freshly killed tribal villagers, tied to their feet like dry firewood.

A handful of them, piled there, were slowly carried away by the robbers and fire scorpions.

In the distance, a fire scorpion with no flames on its body hid in a hole in the ground with tears in its eyes, and its body trembled and did not dare to come out.

Ning Caifeng was silent when he saw this, because after he continued to go back in time, he found that it was once the descendant of the fire scorpion that he had paid attention to in the beginning.

The same beginning, the same encounter.

After going back here, Ning Caifeng turned the time and let it continue to flow forward.

Like his ancestors, the surviving fire scorpion was accepted by another tribe.

It's just that this tribe is basically gathered with the same fire scorpions as it.

Unable to emit flames, he is ostracized and despised by the entire race.

"It turns out that being rejected means that they can't do [High Temperature] Extraordinary Elemental Talent."

Because they are weak, they are ostracized.

That's normal.

For the bullying of the weak, Ning Caifeng was already very indifferent at this time.

"But why have you managed to hold on until now?"

In the fire scorpion, the weak are always the first to die.

Not to mention that now is the time of war and apocalypse, and the word weak alone is enough to make them die on the earth.

The images on the panel continue to pass as the fire scorpions of the tribe decide to start migrating after another escape from the bandits.

Go to a world where there is no war.

Ideally, many of the scorpions in the tribe don't think they can do it.

But as long as they can get out of here and not be eaten by robbers, they are willing to go wherever they want.

The weak ones quickly packed their bags and sneaked away before the other robbers arrived.

Fortunately, because their [High Temperature] talent is weak, they can survive in this kind of weather than ordinary fire scorpions.

Maybe it's God's help, and the rest of their journey is going well.

On the way, there are weak fire scorpions that have encountered the same as them, and occasionally stop to exchange supplies with each other or help the injured.

But more often than not, it is to stop and hold a funeral for a certain companion.

The funerals of the fire scorpion are all water burials, which used to be earth burials, but now they have become water burials.

The road in the dark world is lonely, and Ning Caifeng watched them walk alone on the earth outside the world.

Surrounded by war-torn bandits, greed and violence are the tone on the ground.

They are a quiet tribe that is out of place here, like lonely survivors surrounded by a sea of fire.

The picture was dragged away by Ning Caifeng, getting farther and farther away from the Lihuo Dynasty and the scope of their previous lives.

Until in front of a mountain range, a fire scorpion that was already old and dying pointed to the distant sky and said hopefully:

"Go there, and there will be no war."

The bloodthirsty robbers behind them were rushing over greedily, and their lonely survivors could only take the food from the old man, silently past the old man's stiffened body, and continue to walk forward.

In the night, looking at the group of fire scorpions climbing the mountain with tenacious will, Ning Caifeng paused this picture.

He recorded the number of their races for the group of bathing fire scorpions.

Thirteen.

From the bottom of the barren mountains to the cold mountains, there were only thirteen of them left in this group of fire scorpions with simple ideals.

Look at their body color, from red to ice blue, and the back also adds ice blue plate armor.

In terms of overall image, it is closer to the scorpion of the present world.

"So, let's call you ice scorpions."

A deep voice appeared in the hearts of the ice crystal scorpions who were building the house, and their group of scorpions, who had just been happily discussing their future lives, were taken aback.

"Who? Who is it?! ”

Scorpions are alarmed and vigilant everywhere, and the days of being chased and killed by robbers are a nightmare in the hearts of each of their scorpions.

What's the point of them struggling to climb here if they are all hunted down by those robbers here?

After realizing that these ice crystal scorpions have not yet recovered from the war, they are still in a state of post-traumatic stress disorder.

Ning Caifeng thought for a moment, slowed down the flow of time, and then turned out the transformer he used last time from his room.

Since ancient times, what has been the best thing to make a wounded soul heal.

Spiritual beliefs.

Therefore, Ning Caifeng plans to create a spiritual belief for this group of ice crystal scorpions, so that they can truly live with peace of mind.

As long as you can live, more miracles will be born.

"I'm looking for it, I remember that when I bought it, it seemed to say that there was a cold royal sister voice on the Internet."

I bought it on a whim, so I didn't use it much.

It's a bit of a hassle to find a female voice.

"Okay, I found it." After adjusting the timbre, Ning Caifeng smiled as he looked at the group of panicked ice crystal scorpions.

The voice closed, and the haughty and ethereal voice came from the sky, soothing the hearts of the wanderers who had fled from their homeland.

"I am, the god of ice and snow!"