Chapter 796: The sun and the moon are gone, autumn passes and winter comes!
"Just pretend that what happened tonight never happened."
"From now on, if you listen to me, it will be the same as what you see now, and the treatment will be very high."
Looking at Xing Yue, who was still lying on the ground, kowtowing repeatedly, Sumo ordered in a suppressed voice.
But I never thought that he had just finished speaking.
Xing Yue quickly raised her head, with an extremely pious expression on her face: "Master Su, as long as you tell them the identity of the Poseidon Apostle, the entire fish-men tribe will immediately obey your orders. There is no need to hide it like this!"
"No, I mean, I won't reveal it for the time being."
"If you want to find Poseidon, my current identity must be kept secret." He casually made up a reason and looked at Xing Yueyi A cute expression that says I believe you.
Su Mo smiled secretly in his heart, but his expression remained calm.
Concerning the test of the fishmen, the first stage of proof can now be obtained from Xing Yue.
Being able to control each murloc's connection to the power of the ocean is enough to intimidate the entire murloc tribe.
With this, even if you return to the real wasteland, you no longer have to worry about your identity being revealed.
And the other side.
"Bao Lei, come in."
The door opened, and Bao Lei walked in with an alert look on his face.
He frowned slightly and looked at Sumo's right hand, somewhat confused.
"County Magistrate Su, this is what you have in your hand"
"Oh, I forgot, you can't see it now" and winked at Xing Yue next to him, who understood instantly , quickly took out the scepter to release Haimu.
Three clouds of water vapor appeared in the air, and one of them naturally flew in front of Bao Lei's eyes.
“Can you see it now?”
"Ah? Do you have something in your hand?" Bao Lei was still a little confused after having been given a sea eye.
Although he vaguely felt something flowing in Soma's hands.
But this feeling is still like observing the breeze blowing on the opposite side through thick glass, which is very slight.
“Can’t see”
Sumo threw away the ocean power water ball in his hand and took another one.
After confirming again and again that Bao Lei still couldn't see the water mass even after adding the power of Haimu, he took a deep breath.
"Where are the others? Let others come in and take a look."
"Okay, I'll call someone." Bao Lei touched his head and turned to leave.
After a while, more than ten members of the Heavenly Sword Regiment walked in and lined up in the room.
First, Xing Yue releases the power of sea eyes and gives them vision one by one, and then Sumo takes the power of the ocean water mass to ask questions.
"Can any of you see this thing in my hand?"
"Ah? Is there something?"
"Can't you all see it?"
"What? ?”
“No”
"My lord, are you joking? You have nothing in your hand?"
"Take a closer look."
"Power! My lord holds the supreme power! No one can stop it!"
"???" Dispersing the power of the ocean flowing in his hands, Sumo resisted complaining about this terrible compliment and waved for everyone except Bao Lei to go ahead.
Sure enough, even if he mastered the first stage of the power of the ocean, he could not give humans a connection with the power of the ocean.
When it was difficult for humans to even see the power of the ocean, the system did not pop up additional options at all.
In order for ordinary people to participate in the research and development of this kind of power, there will definitely be a long way to go in the future.
"However, these studies on the power of the ocean are enough at this stage. Any more will only divert my energy from other things, which is not worth the loss."
"Next, what is more important is ."
"Go to sea, collect all the ruins information that can be collected, and find all the information that can capture the talents in advance. As well as the Adventurer Association, we must find a way to get their terminal production technology! "
After confirming the schedule for the next few months, Sumo took a deep breath and slowly calmed down.
He has only been in the ruins for more than three months now, and he feels that everything that happened in the wasteland before is like a distant dream.
If he could come and go at will , there is no time limit, then you can naturally plan it slowly and develop step by step.
But the fact is that time waits for no one. He will have to leave in more than eight months at most and return to the barren and dilapidated wasteland for another year.
Under such circumstances, even if it is destined to sacrifice something.
Sumo no longer allowed himself to rest.
From now on, just like the big dispute between the deep sea in the White Sand Ruins, he will start to really show his sharp edge and completely "squeeze out" all the value of this ruins!
September 16th in the eighth year of the last calendar year.
The hot and rainless season finally brought about the most terrifying impact. Violent wildfires began to break out all over the New World.
After one night, countless fly ash and dust rose up in the breeze, filling most of the sky like passing locusts.
No matter where you are on the mainland, looking from a distance on the ground, there is a sense of doomsday.
Tianyuan Territory, Baoyu County, Tianyuan Port.
In the winding river, a fleet of ships stretching for several miles has been lined up, all of which are Tianyuan navy wearing standard uniforms.
In the middle of the fleet is the largest main ship, the Tianyuan cruiser.
From a distance, its appearance looks like a moving building, constantly being defended by surrounding ships.
There are hundreds of blue and red woven military flags fluttering in the wind.
Stand at the railing of the deck.
Sumo also put on a light blue standard navy uniform, with the triangular Tianyuan merit badge symbolizing the commander hanging on his chest, and quietly looked down at the countless people from Baoyu County who came to see him off.
Beside him, Lu Yongyi and Bao Lei stood with a hint of emotion and touch on their faces. They also looked at the lively scene below infatuatedly.
“I remember, Mr. Su came to Baoyu County only two months ago, right?”
"To be precise, it's two months and thirteen days, seventy-four days." Bao Lei added the information in time and gave the exact number.
“In seventy-four days, I can do what others can’t do in seven hundred and forty days, and still be so loved by the people.”
“This method makes me brave and ashamed. ”
Without any organization, 99% of the people in Baoyu County came here spontaneously, holding homemade flags of thanks.
This scene is really the first time that Tianyuan Territory has developed over the years.
From the rapid changes in Baoyu County, from the smiling faces of these people.
It is enough to see that the entire Baoyu County took less than three months to completely revitalize the previous deadlock and officially boarded a new high-speed development train.
Even calling it a "miracle" is not an exaggeration!
“It’s just that we have used thunderous means in the past two days to kill all the murlocs on the ship and repatriate them, leaving no one behind. The murlocs will not be able to calm down honestly, even if our hands We have to hold the evidence to really go out." Before Lu Yongyi could finish his words, he suddenly glanced to one side of the ground and his expression changed slightly.
The one who discovered it earlier than him was Sumo who had been silent.
"It seems that Mayor Chen and Commander Feng have already taken care of it for us."
On a high platform far away from the people below, Chen Shen and Feng Tianmin were clearly visible.
Behind them, there was a young fishman with a light golden crown, standing with his head bowed respectfully.
His face is very unfamiliar. He is not the eldest prince Yu Chenghuang who was previously rumored to be the successor of the fishman tribe, nor is he Yu Chenghui, the second prince who yearns for freedom, nor is he the miscellaneous illegitimate children of the old fishman king.
But just like this, it also explains the current situation of the fish people from the side.
A strange fish-man inherited the throne.
It is not difficult to imagine that drastic changes must have taken place within the fishmen at this time. With the support of the territory, it is clear who will lose and who will win in the future.
I greeted Chen Shen, Feng Tianmin, Feng Long and others from a distance.
Sumo glanced at other places.
After hearing the news, Ai Jianqiang, the dean of the School of Architecture of the Academy of Sciences, arrived immediately. Vice President, Ning Yushu. There are also many researchers who have only met briefly and have not yet become fully acquainted with them.
Even after becoming the vice president of the Academy of Architecture, Sumo only went to the Academy of Sciences twice.
One was to give Zhang Bowen an exam, and the other was to borrow an energy stone battery.
But these people in the Academy of Sciences are still eagerly waiting for his return, waiting for him to once again bring scientific research results comparable to the skyscrapers.
The other side.
Huang Xiaojuan, Sun Quan, Zhang Min, Zhang Da, Zhang Bowen, Ge Jianan, Wan Jingnian, Wang Qian.
Chen Kai, Chen Yi, Chen Yun
These friends they made after arriving in the wasteland, and their subordinates were also absent. They also gathered together with expectant and worried eyes.
When the eyes of these people collided, Su Mo paused and nodded slightly.
“Let’s go, everything that needs to be arranged has been arranged, and everything that needs to say goodbye has been said goodbye in advance.”
“This trip to sea will not be short. We have many tasks to do, so we should leave early. The best!”
"Yes!"
As Sumo's deputy and second commander of the fleet, Lu Yongyi nodded immediately, turned and left. Half an hour later, the entire stagnant fleet began to move slowly.
Amidst deafening cheers, the first ship successfully sailed from Tianyuan Port into the Changlong Xianjiang River.
The "Xianxianjiang" operation that shocked the entire wasteland was officially announced to have begun!
At the same time, the wasteland, which seemed to have suddenly calmed down, once again started a new dispute.
In countless unknown corners, waves of undercurrents that could swallow up everything finally began to surge quietly.
October 1st, eighth year of the last calendar year.
The three super territories of Dragon Flag Territory, Golden Eagle, and Northland finally jointly issued a treaty to terminate the mutual non-attack agreement.
The direct factor that prompted this change was mainly because humans underestimated the power of the Crimson Storm series of disasters.
Starting from September 24, when the "sweltering heat" of fifty degrees finally arrived, unstoppable riots began throughout the New World.
Those unquenchable wildfires began to grow out of control, gradually engulfing the living area far away from large water sources.
Those wells that are drying up day by day are also a constant reminder to humans that they must make a decision as soon as possible.
Considering that the air humidity will drop seriously in the future.
When everyone is short of water, facing this harsh situation, there is naturally only one choice left.
migration.
Migrate like animals!
More and more ordinary people began to leave their territories with necessary items and head to places near water sources.
More and more territories began to have fierce friction with each other, so that old territories disappeared and new territories appeared every day.
Under such circumstances, the non-attack treaty has actually become a dead letter.
In the face of survival, no one would choose to abide by it. The three major territories also happened to be launched by the slope of the donkey, in order to minimize human casualties and prepare for future integration.
However, no one expected that it was this seemingly "following the trend" behavior.
In just one week, the disputes across the New World were completely pushed to the other extreme.
Time flies, the sun and the moon fly by.
The red storm representing "death" is advancing day by day, and the number of human survivors is reaching new lows every day.
In the blink of an eye, three months have passed in the New World.
From September to December, with the end of the series of disasters, the wasteland has officially entered the coldest winter from the hottest autumn in history.
On the south bank of the New World, in the third to last section of the Changlong Xianjiang River, is the Fu'an United Territory.
On the spacious and magnificent Longlin River, tens of thousands of refugees have formed a scattered refugee camp here.
They migrated and fled all the way.
Because of the arrival of the cold winter, we finally settled down here and rested temporarily, waiting for the judgment of the next disaster and the arrival of spring.
In the camp, you can see colorful simple tents and mud houses covered with bricks and stones.
At the tent side, there was no trace of plant growth in the cracked earth, and there were coughs everywhere.
On both sides of the twisted camp path, you can see black coffins placed everywhere, and green scavenging birds flying over them.
They just lie on the coffin, not afraid of the humans dragging their bodies along the paths and forcing them to rush for their livelihood.
After all, the sour and poisonous meat quality naturally determines that they can never become food.
At the earthen house, you can vaguely see light yellow weeds growing among the stone bricks on the ground, and there are traces of black charcoal scribbles everywhere on the walls.
Compared with the opposite side, the path here is obviously much cleaner and neater, and there are almost no coffins placed on the roadside.
At the same time, although the pedestrians here are also in a hurry, from their clothes and mental outlook, they can vaguely find that this place and the opposite world are completely different.
Looking towards the middle, there is indeed a wall about eight meters high between the two, perfectly dividing it.
One side represents waiting for rebirth, and the other side represents waiting for death.
Wow!
Suddenly at a place in the tent camp, several scavenging birds were frightened and flew away.
More than a dozen half-year-old children wearing shabby rattan clothes and rattan pants emerged from a path.
Compared with the strong children in Tianyuan territory, most of these children are pitifully thin.
Whether it is their skinny arms and legs, their yellowish and white complexions, or their chapped lips, they all make them look like they are in their teens when they are fifteen or sixteen years old.
Only the figure in the leather jacket looked slightly stronger, with scars all over his exposed skin.
"Hey, Brother Xun took people to the river to wait for the boat again today?"
The children ran through several alleys, and most of the adults who were dragging their sick bodies and coughing would Greet them cordially.
Being teased by these people, the boy in leather didn't care and just patted his head innocently.
"Yes, I heard that the Tianyuan Fleet will pass through our river basin soon. If we can exchange some medicines with them by then, we will have hope of surviving this winter!"
"Medicines?" Among them A blond-haired, blue-eyed Westerner with a severe cough covered his mouth: "Brother Xun, I'm afraid I can't wait." I'll bring it to you as soon as possible."
I stepped forward to comfort Arthur twice. Seeing the large amount of bloodshot coughs in the other's hands, Zhou Xun's heart sank.
The sequelae brought by the Crimson Storm series of disasters to mankind are obviously no less than those of other series of disasters.
In the process of running, fleeing, and fleeing for a long time, most people were infected with serious plagues and suffered from horrific fevers due to high temperatures.
With this kind of fever, those humans who die directly from internal organ failure are better off, as they do not have to suffer the pain of declining and waiting for death.
But these living people have to face constant disappointments in expectation and pain every day.
“Forget it, forget it, I’m already going to waste it. When I get the medicine, I’ll give it to you to take first.”
“Besides, the places the Tianyuan Fleet passes along the way are different. , not necessarily come to our tributary.”
With a sad smile, Arthur took out a candy that was broken into four halves from his pocket. He carefully took out a small half of it and handed it to Zhou Xun: "Take it and eat it. This is what Uncle Arthur earned from them yesterday." ".
"." Zhou Xun took the candy blankly and put it in his mouth while the other person looked at him. Zhou Xun's heart became more and more numb.
Looking at Arthur's desolate back as he left, self-doubt began to arise in his heart.
According to time, the Tianyuan fleet should indeed have arrived at their place long ago, but the reality is
Every day, they can only sit at the simple dock that has been repaired on the shore. Waiting.
I can’t see tomorrow, let alone the future.
“Brother Xun, shall we wait for the boat at the dock today, dig wild vegetables by the river, or hunt for prey downstream?”
“Of course,” I heard the child next to me ask. , Zhou Xun subconsciously wanted to blurt out and go out to wait for the boat.
But thinking about what Arthur just said, he hesitated again.
“Forget it, let’s dig today.”
Suddenly, before he finished his sentence, a slight vibration came from the entire ground.
The vibration was so slight at first that most people thought they were hallucinating.
But after more than ten seconds, the scavenging birds that were entrenched in the entire camp suddenly flew up, almost forming a black cloud.
“What happened?”
Zhou Xun looked at the sky in confusion, trying to find the reason for the sudden startling of the birds.
But the next second, a distant high-frequency whistle sounded in my ears.
Including Zhou Xun, many people in the entire refugee camp suddenly froze in surprise, revealing a touch of disbelieving ecstasy.
"What's the noise?" Seeing Zhou Xun's whole body trembling with excitement, several children gathered around him curiously.
Brother Xun is not afraid of the ferocious alien race, what else can make him
“He’s coming!”
"Ah, who is coming?"
"You guys are stupid, it's him, Mr. Su, the super fleet from Tianyuan Territory is coming!"
After the words fell, Zhou Xun jumped out. Just run, afraid of falling behind the others.
He has collected information for a long time. Others don’t know it, but he knows it very well.
This super fleet symbolizes strength and redemption, and it only took three major battles to establish its position in the super fleet.
There is a very strange "Master Su".
He is the supreme master of the entire fleet, the soul of hundreds of ships, and the "water butcher" currently renowned throughout the New World.
But he has a quirk. He doesn't like money, beauty, and rare treasures.
The only thing that can impress him is "news".
As long as you can provide information of sufficient value, you can exchange it for almost anything.
Whether it's supplies, medicine, food, weapons, identity, or the future!
And the news.
Whether it is the same thing or not, only the first person to say it will be useful.
Whoever runs faster now means who holds hope!
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(End of this chapter)