Chapter 32: Good Morning, Middle-earth

After twenty-seven days and nights of trekking and the storms of the last few days, the silhouette of Middle-earth finally appeared before everyone's eyes.

At this moment, it was sunrise, Chang Hao stood on the bow of the flying boat and looked at the Middle-earth continent, his hand injury had already healed, he had an unimaginable healing ability with ordinary dragon blood, and the bloody wound could be restored as long as he rested for a few days.

Chang Hao had a discussion meeting with everyone before, discussing whether he could use the best spar in his hand to drive the Yunhai Flying Boat to fly back to the Kyushu Continent. But after a day and a night of discussion and debate, this idea was finally dispelled.

According to the memories of the disciples on the ship, the time they spent drifting in the sky and the Aegean Sea definitely exceeded half a year. Let's not mention whether a few superb spars are enough energy to support the continuous sailing of the Yunhai Flying Boat for more than half a year, and the loss of various parts on the Yunhai Flying Boat alone cannot be replenished. If the spirit core breaks again, everyone plunges headlong into the Aegean Sea again, and then it will be really a big trouble.

Moreover, Ling Xingyi was chased all the way and escaped, even if they overcame all the difficulties and really returned to Eastern Kyushu, what was waiting for them would only be a massacre. Now, Middle-earth is their only way out. When the army is strong, they will return to their homeland as kings.

It's just that it all takes time to accumulate.

And at this moment, Middle-earth is like a bride with a red hijab in a cave room, inadvertently lifting a corner of their hijab, which is both mysterious and fascinating.

"Is this the Middle-earth Continent? It is indeed very different from our Kyushu Continent. I don't know when Ling Xingyi also came to the bow of the ship, looking at the Middle-earth Continent in the faint morning light, his tone was full of some hesitation. It was a kind of confusion and confusion about the unknown fate and exposure to something completely new. Chang Hao can understand, why shouldn't he?

It's just that he's not used to writing it on his face.

"Didn't Chang Ge and Xiao Ai get a knowledge training class recently? With the habit of your Xinggong Chenyi Society disciples who love to read and study, it's not difficult to understand, right?" Chang Hao turned his head and asked with a smile.

"That's nature, how can the knowledge in the books stump us?" Ling Xingyi thumped his chest, but quickly sighed: "It's just that I didn't expect that in addition to humans, there would be elves, orcs, dwarves and many other races on the Middle-earth Continent, which is much more lively than Eastern Kyushu." ”

"The other day we delved into the map of the Sea Tribes ourselves. ”

Chang Hao pointed to a vast plain on the coastal land and said, "After coming ashore from here, it will be the gathering place of human beings, Gondor. We can't risk flying across Gondor or risk being expelled or even shot down. ”

Ling Xingyi nodded in agreement: "That's right, it's the same thing in the Immortal Cultivation Realm, you can't enter someone else's sect territory without saying hello." If people sneak in without knowing it, it will be too provocative. ”

"That's right, we're just going to find a place to land, and then quietly find a place to touch it. With Xiao Ai, a jack of all trades, we always have a way to find a place to live in the territory of mankind. Chang Hao's tone was full of confidence.

The flying boat began to lower its altitude, and landed with the first rays of sunlight illuminating the Middle-earth continent, and the flying boat suspended and docked on the cliff along the coast, and the disciples of the three sects and the women and girls were finally able to keep their feet on the ground after more than half a year, and they were all excited for a while.

There are a total of about two hundred disciples and women and children of the three sects, Chang Hao looked at the crowd in front of him, and he couldn't help but have mixed feelings in his heart, he knew that as the senior brother and pillar of these people, the matter of eating with these two hundred mouths in the future would be an important matter for the heavens.

He pressed his hand, and the disciples, women and children all bowed slightly, and everyone was silent. Before reaching Middle-earth, they had already undergone training and drills on the ship for half a month. Being in a foreign land, their every move must obey Chang Hao's command, and only by twisting into a rope can they exert their true strength.

When he was in the sky, by the faint morning light, Chang Hao saw a village near the cliff, he thought to himself that he should treat this place as a novice village, don't look at them two hundred people, but in fact, most of them are women and children who are powerless, or don't do anything to eat into a big fat man's dream, step by step to take it slowly.

Walking a distance of a few hundred meters, Chang Hao, who was at the front, suddenly changed his complexion slightly, raised his right fist high, and the whole team stopped suddenly.

"Brother, what's wrong?" asked Chang Ge, who was following closely behind Chang Hao.

Chang Hao shook his head and motioned for Ling Xingyi, Ling Xingmao, and the remaining disciples of the two factions to come closer to him.

"Xiao Ai, I remember you told me that there is often friction between orcs and terrans because of territorial and resource issues, and the relationship is not very good, right?"

"That's right. Emilia wondered, "Is there a problem?"

"Then in the territory of the human race, will there be orcs in groups?" Chang Hao continued to ask without answering Amilia's question.

"This kind of thing is absolutely impossible in a Terran city-state. Emilia's tone was categorical. The relationship between orcs and humans has always been at a freezing point in historical records, and it is already burning incense before it causes a large-scale war.

"Then we're mistaken, Gondor is orc territory, not human. Chang Hao pointed to the village in the distance, and his words were not shocking, "Because there is no human breath in the village, the smell of wild beasts is strong." ”

As soon as these words came out, everyone was dumbfounded, and Emilia's eyes widened and she hurriedly said: "But according to the ancient records of the Oloin family, Gondor in Middle-earth has always been the base of the human race, and it has not changed for centuries..."

"The record is the record, but the actual situation is likely to be very different. Didn't the Sea Clan who met before also shout, saying that a war broke out between them and the Terrans, and in the end, both sides were defeated?" Chang Hao calmly analyzed: "If what the Sea Clan said is true, the Terrans should be unable to defend this long coastline after the war, and Gondor was naturally abandoned, and the Terrans turned to a safer inland life. ”

Chang Hao also had a headache when he thought of this.

Historically, it has been a long-cherished wish of the Sea Clan to go on land, and they have relied on the infinite life of the sea to launch massive attacks on the orcs and Terrans on land, and many clans such as orcs, humans, elves, and dwarves have been forced to join forces.

It's a pity that the scale is also huge, and the land alliance that is not lost to the Sea Clan looks like a god, and although the combat power is not weak, the cohesion is far inferior to the Sea Clan's army that is bent on dominating the land. Therefore, although the land coalition finally succeeded in repelling the Sea Clan, it also suffered unimaginably heavy losses due to various discordant strife within the coalition army.

The former alliance against the Sea Clan in the same camp is like a wall built up casually in the mud, and it will fall down with a light push.

It was after this war that the labels of human beings, such as greed and arbitrariness, were "honored" written into the historical texts of other races.

It was hard for Chang Hao to imagine what would happen if the orcs saw a group of humans walking on their territory.

"Senior Brother Chang is reasonable, so what should we do next?" asked a sword-forging disciple in the Weishui Sword Mansion with a well-known name named Yan Qi, respectfully clasping his fists.

"What comes is safe, we first wait in the shadows, so as not to respond to all changes. ”

Chang Hao had already made a calculation in his heart.