High Above Chapter 887

  Chapter 887 Choose to become the leader of Xiahui (6000)

   Terra 775, January 16.

The New Year's holiday has passed, but it's better to say that this era has not yet adapted to the so-called seven-day holiday. People don't have to work but are idle. Maybe people in the city can gather to chat and play games, while people in the mountains can only continue to work on their own. task.

  A team of mountain people is advancing on a vast ice and snow plain in the core area of ​​the Baisen Mountains at an altitude of more than 4,000 meters.

  The Big Snow Peak of Baisen was once—at least during the civilization of the pre-epoch was a plateau.

  When the 'Terra Continent' was not the only continent on this planet, it was far away from the giant island on another plate, and the Bison Mountains were the result of plate collisions.

  Because of the disaster from the sky, the plateau collapsed, the mountains fell, the mainland sank in the roaring waves, and the Bison Mountains rose again under the impact.

  The plateaus in the past have become mountain peaks.

Even the mountains around the equator have snow. The higher the altitude, the higher the altitude, no matter where there is frost, but the big snow top is different. The snow here may be the result of thousands of years of accumulation, but more, it is a The leftover of the fifth energy level true dragon precipitation.

  Even mountain people would not think of coming to this kind of place, and the occasional search for resources is dangerous enough.

  But because of the order of the 'Dragon God', they have been trekking on this vast and vast snowfield for more than three months.

If not for each of them driving the exoskeleton armor and having sufficient elemental crystals to power the alchemy furnace, it would be considered astonishing that this kind of exploration could last for three days—but even with such professional equipment, their Tian also has to go back and recharge.

This kind of exploration process can be called boring, there are no enemies, and there are no accidents, there are only endless ice winds that are everywhere, and there is a process of waiting for the silver-white progress bar to recharge bit by bit after fixing the 'detection device' .

This detection device originated from the city hall. It is said that as long as it is put down and recharged, it can detect all the dragon's blood breath around it - as long as the detection device is placed bit by bit according to the block, they can sweep the mines just like minesweeping. Legacy of the True Dragon.

   It's just that no one expected that this thing can last for two days once it is fully charged.

For two days, there are no monsters—most of them would rather have monsters attack, so that it can be more exciting—and no enemies, so we can only sit beside the device to 'wait' and 'recover data', and there is no scenery around. There is only a vast expanse of white snow.

   Fortunately, there is also Plants vs. Warcraft.

   Yes, Plants vs. Warcraft.

Plants vs. Warcraft is a war chess strategy game developed by Xiahui Territory City Hall. The game takes place in a territory that has been attacked by flying flame creatures. Here, many dragon blood plants grow, and the survivors cultivate dragons. Blood plants, against the constant stream of corrupt monsters, looking for brand new dragon blood plant seeds in constant battles, the survivors will find other companions to protect their homeland - at the same time, discover the source of the corrupt monster lairs one by one...

   It sounds cool, but it's actually just a tower defense game of a fuzzy pixel color block and another pixel color block. Now the performance of the Canaan Moore terminal can only support so much.

   But for the people of Terra, this is already very cool, even to the point of unbelievable.

While waiting for the detection equipment to be recharged, the explorers rely on Plants vs. Warcraft to pass the time. They use this game to compare the length of the clearance, to pass the test with the least cost, to try a variety of completely different combinations, and to learn to find one. A way to find the longest hold in infinite mode.

  Although the game is very fun, playing for three or four months in a row will obviously have an indelible impact on the human spirit.

   "Ah, I understand!"

  Among the sky full of ice and snow, a mountain dweller suddenly had an epiphany when the sun rose for the hundredth time: "Look, isn't this nut the wall of our city?"

   "These cherry and potato mines are our city's traps, fortifications or other defensive measures!"

   "Those sunflowers and luminous mushrooms are our logistics... Aren't the corn cannons and other pea shooters our alchemy artillery and soldiers!"

"That's how it is. The lord uses such a simple game to teach us the basic principles of war... Feiyan is powerful and possesses the power to take the initiative to attack. We can only defend passively and deal with their wave after wave of offensive, or Counter their sneak attack straight into our hinterland!"

   "Isn't this what we are doing now? Originally, I didn't quite understand that my lord has not expanded the urban area recently, but has been continuously strengthening the old urban area, all in order to deal with the upcoming raid of the Flame Land!"

"Uh." His companion, another mountain dweller, euphemistically reminded this friend who seemed to have enlightened in the snow: "It's written in these newspapers. Xiahui led the second week of December 774 'War is close at hand'. Article."

   "I have seen it." The enlightened mountain man was full of glory, and he laughed loudly: "But didn't you understand it before? Now I understand it!"

   "Sure enough, you still have to experience it yourself to understand it!"

  Games are such things. Some 'false things' that can be simulated can remind people of some real truth and logic.

  But there are actually some truths, and it may be a bit late when I realize it.

  For example, don't make a loud noise on the snow mountain.

   Even if one is enlightened, it will not work.

  Boom...Boom boom!

In the horrifying look back of everyone, accompanied by the loud noise like continuous thunder reverberating in mid-air, large groups of ice and snow mixed with solid ice capsized down the hillside, and the tsunami-like snow flow rushed to kill the mountain people. Teams and probes engulf, and...

  The keel cliff that vaguely presents the shape of a curled up dragon behind it is exposed.

  Getting the news, Ian, who led the team to the rescue at the first time, first rescued a few lucky and unlucky people who were buried in the snow.

  It's a good thing they're wearing exoskeleton armor, otherwise they would be dead.

   After being rescued, Ian looked at the place where the keel of the ice dragon was with burning eyes.

"finally found you."

   It is regrettable and natural that before his death, Ice Menglong released all his power between the heaven and the earth, turning it into endless wind and frost between the heaven and the earth.

  So among its remains, there is nothing left except for the indestructible and stable ice bones.

   But that doesn't mean it's a bad thing.

The entire Daxueding is the cemetery of Ice Menglong, and its body is the center of the natural field of this land. In other words, Ice Menglong used his own life to create an extremely rare "high spirit zone" , and under the thick ice layer, there are countless ores and unmelted ice that have been alienated by the power of the dragon.

   What's more, Ian didn't intend to dismantle the remains of the Ice Menglong. He is now an ally of Longdao, so he directly called Longdao and asked them to send dragons to collect them.

   As a price, Long Island will also provide Ian with some things he wants, some more precious materials.

  Some materials that can be used to break through the fourth energy level, and even perfect the fourth level of the arcane path.

   "It's really nice here."

  Ian said to Scott and Roland, who climbed the mountain with him, and now have some altitude sickness, and Xiou, who is spreading his arms and feeling the cold wind: "This can be used as a new 'holy place'!"

It's not that the original Qiangang holy mountain of Qianganglong is impossible, but Ian has to make a distinction. He can't tell all the mountain people to believe in him and the "dragon" behind him, but the smart mountain people have already realized I realize that even if Ian is the real messenger of the Dragon God, what he wants is definitely not just the belief of the Dragon God.

  So, the smartest mountain people have begun to obey the propaganda of Chongling Sect. Of course, some people choose to resist Ian. Those chiefs and priests who intended to reshape the belief in Dragon God were all smart people.

  They are well aware of the meaning of culture and tradition, and know that if all these are rewritten by Ian, then the mountain people will lose their own particularity, and gradually become an appendage of the Xiahui collar from an independent civilized nation.

   Becomes 'Silver Peak People'.

  Ian doesn't think they are wrong, but who made the mountain people too weak to choose him as the leader? That's the price. Ian will lead them out of poverty and into abundance, at the cost of losing themselves.

   Even lost the 'Holy Land'.

   "In the memorandum, the future sect headquarters of the Chongling Sect can be built here. The natural spiritual energy field is so abundant here... even fairies can live here!"

Ian has not forgotten those hot water goblins in his hometown. Although they are about to become sewer cleaners in Sequoia Base (they claim to be the king of underground waters), Sequoia Base does not have a very stable soul except Crystal Lake. Energy field gathering place.

But Crystal Lake is the site of Crystal Dragon. Although Shuangdie has canonized Qing Tong as the general of Crystal Lake, it may be okay to keep some goblins in Nanling. They are all nested in Sequoia Base, and Ian is not good. take care of.

   "I just don't know if the elves are willing to change from hot water elves to ice elves again... Let him ask first and then talk."

  Ian shook his head slightly. Anyway, he has chosen the place, and there should be fairies willing to come to Daxueding to play.

  Thinking of this, he turned his head, looked at the keel of the Ice Menglong, and thought of the real dragon who could be alone in the Institute of Alien Species, chatting with Echo for hundreds of days.

   "It can make this lonely place lively. If Bing Menglong knows, he will be very happy."

Scott on the side heard Ian talking to himself, and couldn't help looking at his lord with incredible eyes—and when Ian realized that he had expressed his true inner thoughts because of his fairy heart, he couldn't help but look up. Frowning: "Why, don't you think this kind of words don't look like me?"

   "Not really, I can always feel the thoughts in your heart, my lord."

Chief Tie Zhimin touched his chin, and he thought of a metaphor: "But this time you are willing to speak out, which means that you are more confident, and it also means... you were too cautious in the past, and even some of the words in your heart You have to think twice before you can say it."

   "And now, with the development of our territory getting better and better, your strength is getting stronger and stronger, sir, and you don't have to pretend to be yourself anymore."

   "Be cautious...disguise." Ian chewed on this sentence, and then smiled: "It is true."

  Now is no longer the day when he needs to hide everything. Up to now, his prophet has been exposed, and the identity of the disciple of Fudojian City has also been revealed. What is hidden is nothing but the existence of the star god's gift.

   But even with this identity, as long as 'Mahdi' is still on Dragon Island for a day, the nations of Terra will not turn their attention to 'Ian'.

   "So this is freedom?"

   Feeling a little emotional, Ian has to admit that he is really not very good at disguising. His intelligence, strength, and character are not good at caring about aspects that he doesn't even bother to hide, but is forced to do so because of survival.

   But now... everything is back to normal.

"really not bad."

  For some reason, Ian suddenly became in a good mood. Soon, with the establishment of the temporary camp on the top of the snow, he began to discuss with Roland and Xiou about the construction of the "Sacred Land of Chongling Sect".

  The so-called holy land in Terra is not simply a 'holy place', it must be the core of a spiritual field, with a large number of inscription arrays inside, forming a huge 'spiritual fortress'.

  This fortress must have the ability to shelter the congregation, cultivate successors, fight the enemy, and reserve key resources.

  In addition to this, it must also have some extraordinary holy relics—for example, the whole body of the Sacred Steel Mountain and the dragon god's sacrificial fire.

  In this way, the Holy Land is the Holy Land.

   Fortunately, Daxueding Keel Peak (named by Ian just now) fully meets the conditions.

Originally, with the current productivity led by Xiahui, there is no way to build the holy land while supplementing the agricultural building, helping the mountain people rebuild the gathering place and clearing up wasteland—not to mention that Ian is still expanding the alchemy park, which is enabled by the way Four mountain mines.

  If it weren't for the heart of Terra to regulate and control most of the simple and repetitive resource allocation and related calculation issues, everyone is probably still writing drafts.

  But Ian didn't expect to be able to do this entirely on his own territory.

   "Do you think the King of the Mountain will agree?"

  Ian asked Xiou, and Xiou, who has been digesting the harvest from the trip to the Alien Research Institute, thought about it for a while, and replied confidently: "I don't know!"

"However, if you really return the bones of the Ice Menglong to Longdao, then my mother will help you dig a hole in the mountain that can be stuffed into a super building. It will definitely not be a problem. Anyway, it is nothing more than building a dragon's nest. It's just a hole, and it's only a few months at most.”

   Saying this, Xiou put his arms around Ian's shoulders rather brotherly, and laughed loudly: "It's a big deal, please ask me for help! Absolutely free and no wages!"

   "I'm afraid you'll dig the mountain down." Ian said righteously.

  Actually, Xiou's ability to dig down mountains is an exaggeration, and it's also an exaggeration for a few months. With the power of the fourth level of the king of the mountain to build infrastructure, it can be completed in a week at most.

  However, considering Ian's request is very detailed, it is indeed possible for a few months... But the most important thing is that Ian wants to use this matter to vaguely bind the King of the Mountain.

  It is not too late to entrust Xiou after the King of the Mountain refuses. Anyway, it is the same as Xiou said, and she does not want wages.

   It was also when Ian was discussing specific architectural drawings and construction details with Roland and Xiou.

  Perhaps it was also an explosion of luck related to Chongling Sect.

  In Xiahui's territory, another unexpected good thing is happening.

   This thing is about Loren.

  Since getting permission from Ian last summer to enter the Xiahui Leading Ascendant Training Camp, Loren has spent a long time here.

   At first, Loren felt a little inferior to his own identity.

He indeed awakened psychic power because of his respect for Lord Ian, but so far this psychic power has not shown any special power, although the adults have been telling him that his psychic power is a must for the new era in the future. 'Elements', but Loren was actually quite uneasy.

  He very much hoped that he could show the power to help adults immediately, but it backfired.

   Fortunately, everyone in the training camp is very nice.

Up to now, Loren has overcome the restraint and shyness when he first entered the training camp, as well as the vague inferiority complex in his heart. Whether it is a familiar classmate or a stranger, he can communicate with them smoothly, confident and humble Introduce yourself honestly, and face up to your past despair and sadness.

  He will even show his skills, weave some flower crowns and give them to familiar friends, and chat with them about his recent life with a smile.

It was only after this that Loren was a little surprised to find that not all the descendants of nobles or knights in the training camp for sublimators led by Xiahui were not all descendants of nobles or knights, but many of them were children of ordinary people, descendants of merchants, and even Even the Westland refugees existed—this was very different from the Ascendant training camp he had imagined.

  He thought he was the only child from a poor family.

Because of Loren's excellent grades in the cultural class, he even became the representative of the cultural class, and became the outstanding student of that semester. Since then, even some old classmates who were somewhat proud of the early training began to respect Loren Woke up.

  During the past six months, they marched in the mountains together, rowed boats against the river together, meditated together, gritted their teeth together for strength training that oppressed the human body to the limit, ate delicious school meals together, and formed a team to deal with dangerous monsters together...

  In the Xiahuiling training camp, Loren can eat eggs every day. Not one, not two, and he could have eaten as much as he wanted if it weren't for the high cholesterol.

  At first Loren would just be happy about it.

   But when he really integrated into this training camp and completely integrated into the order of Xiahui, he was in his place, crying bitterly at the egg in his hand.

   No one laughed at him. Too many people in the training camp have also felt this kind of inexplicable sadness, a kind of sadness that reflects the endless hardships of the past because of joy and happiness. On that day, Loren received several hugs and a friend who was willing to listen to his troubles in the past.

   That friend's name is Miles, a tall Westlander. He is silent but reliable on weekdays. He is the representative of martial arts in the training camp, and his swordsmanship is very good.

  He also has psychic powers, and he also has something he wants to tell. After Loren told his past, he also slowly told Loren his story.

It's about psychics, about laboratories, about princes and empires, about flamelands and disasters...death, pain, the death of all relatives, loved ones, people who care about and want to embrace, and the final departure .

  Listening to this friend's story, Loren went from being shocked at the beginning, to self-ashamed in the middle, to faint realization at the end.

  Shocked because Miles had never told anyone about his past before, and everyone thought he was just an ordinary refugee from the western border, who fled all the way to Xiahui Territory, that's all.

  Who would have thought that he walked out of the azure city where no one survived, the Avak territory that turned into a dead zone?

  Being ashamed is because compared with Miles, his pain and despair are so 'insignificant'. Miles walked out of **** with the despair and resentment of his hometown, but he...

No.

  Thinking of this, Loren understood a little bit.

  My own pain and Miles' pain are the same pain. It does not distinguish between high and low because one side only involves family members, and the other involves a city or the entire territory.

   Could it be said that the indignation of being helpless when one's relatives are about to die is not as good as the despair of the destruction of one's hometown? Delicious food and fun games may be able to distinguish between high and low, but the despair in everyone's heart cannot be compared.

  Their pains all stem from the mistakes of this world, the Flamelands, the Empire, the Ascendants, the Psykers, all the people who should be able to do something, but don't.

"We are all the same." At that time, Miles said softly: "We all awakened psionic power because of powerless despair, but recalled the pain again after gaining power, imagining 'if I had the power I have now' Strength and knowledge would be nice'."

   "This is an inevitable regret, imagine... how much I want to go back in time with this power, and save my mother and Aunt Lydia's family."

   "But I can't. None of us can."

   "Loren...you are the same age as my sister."

  The purple-haired swordsman said softly: "If I were you, I would definitely suffer more than you, so if you want to cry, just cry."

   "No, thank you, Brother Miles."

  After understanding why he wanted to cry, Loren didn't want to cry.

  He is just lonely, just unwilling.

  I just feel that I have begun to be happy, but grandma can't enjoy all this.

She has obviously started to grow and become an excellent child, earning points for her, allowing her to live with peace of mind and enjoy the fragrance of sweet-scented osmanthus flowers... But she is still in the ward of the laboratory, waiting for death advent.

   This unwillingness, this powerlessness, this pain made him at a loss.

   Fortunately, he is not alone.

  Loren finally understood—after first choosing to follow the adults, he finally understood the meaning of his belief in this world.

  I will no longer deal with suffering alone. Lord Ian, Miles, my friends, all teachers and classmates have gradually become a whole with him.

  He is no longer alone, and understands why everyone gathers together and becomes classmates and friends.

  Because he is a Xiahui leader, they fell in love with this land from the bottom of their hearts.

  They all chose to gather under the command of Ian Silver Peak...

  Become the people of the prophets.

  (end of this chapter)

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