Chapter 1505: Dust from the past

Both Robben and Nalan are inexplicable. No one understands what the lunatic is laughing at, but it is clear that the lunatic who rushed in with a murderous spirit has now been hit hard, and his laughter is full of helpless sorrow and grief. A sense of desolation suddenly seeped out of him, diluting the murderous aura in the air...
Robben didn't know if he should ask anything more, and Robben wondered whether he would answer even if he asked. Bing@火!中文
"Roben." Suddenly, Fleet shouted to Robben from a corner of the hall.
Robben turned his head and found that Fleet's eyes were staring at something on the ground in a trance, as if a little surprised. He looked back and saw that the lunatic was losing consciousness, and simply walked directly to Fleet with Nalan.
"What's happening?" Robben came to Follett and followed his gaze to the ground, only to see a broken wooden board with many mushrooms growing on it.
Fleet picked up a wooden board from the tattered piece, carefully peeled off the mushrooms on it, and said strangely: "There are Protoss text on it."
Robben took a closer look, and only then vaguely saw some faintly discernible characters under the moss, which seemed to be the characters of the Protoss.
"What did it say?"
"It's a prayer." Fleet said affirmatively, and looked up at the top of the hall, where there was a huge hole. Most of the hole was blocked by the collapsed superstructure, and the sunlight was not bright. Scattered from the other half of the hole.
"This is a piece of prayer in the divine scripture, and there are half of the remaining pictures. If you guessed correctly, this should be the decoration of the ceiling of the hall."
Robben looked up at his head weirdly, while Nalan asked directly, "Which place do you put the prayers and pictures? Do you have the habit of climbing on the wall to pray?"
Fleet suddenly became angry, but it was not easy to look at Robben's face, so he could only glared at Nalan, "In a sacred place. We have always been meticulous about architecture, and we are the one who builds the roof in sacred terms. The practice of fearing the gods."
Robben nodded, "You mean, should this place be the temple of the Protoss?"
"It should be, but..." Fleet frowned and looked at the hall. "The layout of this place is completely different again, I'm not sure. And..."
Fleet frowned when he looked at the wooden board in his hand, "Under the text of the Protoss, there are other text notes, these texts I..."
Seeing Fleet beginning to hesitate, Robben said in an interface: "You don't recognize it, you still don't want to say... or you don't want to say that it is the text of the Demon Race."
Fleet's face was a bit ugly. "It is indeed the words of the Demon Race. I don't understand why the words of the Protoss and the Demon Race are mixed together and appear in this supposedly very sacred place."
"It's not difficult to explain." Robben smiled helplessly, looking at Fleet and said, "The demons are dirty and evil to you, but they are indeed sacred in some places. This is outside of your protoss. It’s the same in human eyes."
"what did you say!?"
Robben shook his head and looked at the dilapidated scene around him and said, "Don't be surprised. Don't worry about these things... Obviously this is completely unnecessary. It seems... We are really late, maybe hundreds of years earlier. If we do, we can still see them."
"Who are they?" Fleet was very puzzled.
Robben glanced at the lunatic over there, and said regretfully: "It's a member of the predecessor's clan, as for the others, I can't say more, otherwise he will be angry, he will get angry... more terrifying than my Sasha. . I don’t want to move my head."
Patting Fleet on the shoulder, Robben said: "Let's go, there is nothing we need here. Let's go outside and wait. We will leave when the senior comes back. Now it is time to think about what happened after Caton. If something is wrong, you will definitely not get used to it. But that’s okay, humans are still easy to get along with, especially when you are on the strong side."
Fleet was full of doubts, "What the did he come here for? What exactly is this place. Is this a stronghold established by the Protoss in the Great Six of Humans? But why is there a text of the Demon?"
"Okay, okay, such a big person, don't ask endless questions like a curious baby. There are some things that you don't need to know so clearly and you can live well. Leave a little space for others." Luo Ben smiled and shook his head, leading Nalan to walk out first.
Fleet was a little surprised when he saw that Robben had left. He looked back at the madman who was still there. For a while, he was even more puzzled. He looked at the hall again, and finally sighed helplessly. Walk through the dilapidated gate.
On the bluestone square outside, Robben randomly found a place, cleaned up the moss and dust, sat down, looked at the surrounding scenery and said, "Nalan, we will also find such a place to live in seclusion in the future, okay? You see how clean it is. , No one will bother you, we do whatever we want."
"A place like this?" Nalan looked around a little unwillingly, "It's very air-conditioned and not lively at all."
"You know it's causing trouble in a crowded place." Robben knocked on Nalan's forehead directly, "This time you went to torture the statue again, I haven't settled with you yet!"
"In the end, it was obviously the master who made the statue ugly!" Nalan immediately countered, "Nalan clearly painted a lot of thoughts to get it right, so the master made it ugly, and said that Nalan's was wrong! Knock Nalan on the head!!"
Robben suddenly got a headache. Speaking of the statue...this time he was really a sinner. I hope that the second prince will not be surprised when he sees the masterpiece he left for him, and he can still see him alive this time.
Seeing Nalan's pouting Lao Gao, looking like he had a thousand reasons to wait to fight back against you, Robben scratched his head and changed the subject directly, "Then...what kind of place do you think we will find in the future?" Do you like living in the city?"
Nalan's eyes lit up immediately, "That's good, it's like in a fantasy world. We all live together, in a comfortable city, why should we go to such a desolate place?"
"Um... also, if we don't have to avoid anything in the future, it would be nice to live in a lively city, but... Nya will definitely have a headache then."
"Huh? Why?"
"Because you will cause trouble in two or three days, and in the end, I will have to explain the solution for you."
"People won't!"
"Ah...Yes, history has proven that the statement of two days and two ends really underestimates your ability to cause trouble."
"Um... I bite!!"
"Ah...why do you bite before you finish talking! Wait...if you bite again, oh! Stop...Naren, I warn you. If you...oh wait, if you have something to say..."
Nalan hugged Robben angrily, as if he was holding a chewy bone...
Fleet listened to the roaring noises of Robben and Nalan with a clouded face, his eyes still looking around, the buildings and the altar-like facilities in the square.
"Roben, you know where this is. Can you tell me?" Fleet couldn't help but ask.
Robben had already held Nalan's mouth and finally got out of the tiger's mouth, panting, and said, "Here...it's a little bit of dust from history, don't mind."
"A little dust of history?"
"Ah... Except for occasionally making people feel uneasy, there is no point anymore, you don't have to worry about it. Still think about how to live a good life in Caton, by the way...the food there will definitely make you Satisfied, it's not that I said bad things, the food of the Protoss is really terrible...Hey wait, Nalan...Shall we stop first?"
"How do you...how are you sure that this place is the dust of history? I can see a peculiar splendor in this place. Once...this must be a place where powerful collectives live, and... only a few hundred years ago, keeping it."
"Fleet. First of all, this is not the gathering place of the gods. Hundreds of years are long enough for this place, enough to cause many changes. This solemn hall that will be built even if you live in seclusion has been abandoned. I only I can say...they are no more. As for why I don’t know why, and I don’t want to pursue it. Those things...now belong to only one person and don’t mean much to us."
Fleet looked at the door of the main hall over there. The lunatic had slowly walked out of it, "Does it belong to only one person...Who is this guy?"
"You want to know too much..." Robben said jokingly, and finally successfully subdued Nalan, holding his arms back to his arms, "biting you, biting you, biting you..." "Roben bit on Nalan's ear like a chicken pecking rice. Itchy Nalan gasped with a smile...
After Nalan laughed with a stomachache, Robben finally let go of the opponent who had left a lot of tooth marks on him, and quickly walked to the lunatic, "Senior. We... are we going to leave?"
Robben noticed that there was a long wooden barrel in the hand of the lunatic, which seemed to be about the size of an ordinary scroll. The barrel was a bit broken, but traces of the seal could be vaguely seen on it, but the seal seemed Has expired.
The madman's expression looked a little lonely, "Well... let's go, there is no longer any value of nostalgia."
"Senior, are they...could they be elsewhere?"
The madman smiled, "Perhaps, they may have gone to other places, maybe... no longer exists, if you are interested, you can look for it again, maybe it will be rewarding."
Robben felt a little gloomy in his heart, and the madman said this, fearing that there was no hope at all.
This place is very hidden. Judging from the traces of being abandoned for many years, it is calculated that no one has been here since it is no longer inhabited. Then there is no need for people here to leave this carefully constructed retreat. It must be out. What accident caused them not to know where they went, or... disappeared from this world.
Although there was no dead body here, some graves were found on the way Robben came, scattered in the mountains and forests in twos and threes. I don't know if they are the last residents here.
The madman didn't say much, he slid the wooden barrel into the tattered clothes and walked out slowly. Robben suddenly realized that the broken sword in the madman's hand was suddenly gone.
The sword was held in his hand like a treasure of a madman. He had never seen him placed half a meter away from his body, but now he did not know where it went. Robben knew that there was no magic item stored in the madman.
"Senior, your sword!?"
The madman stopped and looked back at Robben, "That thing... is no longer needed. I took it from here. Now... just stay here instead of me."
Robben was a little shocked, but he didn't expect the lunatic to leave his sword here.
Step forward. The madman sighed and said: "Unexpectedly, after wandering in the human world for hundreds of years, this place has become like this. If you knew it, you should come back earlier. Maybe you can still see those old things. Now, hehe... I am about to become an old thing too."
suddenly. The madman took out the wooden barrel in his arms and shook it before Robben's eyes, "Boy! Do you want this thing?"
"Uh...this..." Robben shook his head quickly, "Senior's stuff, I dare not ask for it."
The madman laughed and put the barrel into his arms. Sorrowfully said: "If anyone wants this thing, it would be a relief for me. From now on...I am no longer who I was before."
Although he tried his best to tell himself that these things that had been turned into historical dust were of no value to him, and to explore it would only sprinkle salt on other people's wounds, but Robben couldn't help being curious.
"Senior, the end here..."
The madman has already strode forward. "Boy, let's go! Find a good place. If you have a good drink, I can tell you about these things, um... but after that, I need you to add something to my granddaughter."
Robben couldn't help scratching his head. The little girl brought by the madman is now living with the witches in the Hanging City. She is very used to being with the witches. I am very happy every day, occasionally crazy people will visit her, she is very close to crazy people, but...
Until now, Robben has not figured out the relationship between that little girl and the madman, and the madman's address to her is different every time, sometimes it is a daughter, sometimes it is a granddaughter. Sometimes they are nieces, sometimes they even become apprentices. Obviously they are talking nonsense and making no secret of...
But one thing Robben is certain. The lunatic valued this little girl very much, heeded her words, and often promised her some inexplicable requests, and then ran to find himself...
And what Robben was very puzzled was that if the madman took this little girl when he was expelled from the hermitage, then she would be at least six or seven hundred years old, but...
Robben really can’t see how this little girl looks like six or seven hundred years old. In this world, the human-like appearance of this little girl determines her limited race. But even if it’s a mixed race of Protoss and Demons, Will not be six or seven hundred years old and still look like a human teenager...
Robben now doubts the origin of this little girl. Perhaps her identity was the reason why the lunatic was expelled from her seclusion.
Of course, these Robben would not ask.
"Senior, if you have any needs, just say it naturally." Robben replied softly.
"Um... well! Let's go, protect that during this period. I drink less wine. I really feel uncomfortable." The madman's tone became lighter and he didn't wait for Robben to answer. Walked down the stone steps.
Looking at Nalan, who was rubbing his ears, and at Fleet, who was still full of weird faces, Robben had to shrug his shoulders and immediately followed the lunatic down the stone steps.
Several people followed the stone steps all the way down the mountain, and when they reached the foot of the mountain, the man in white actually appeared again.
"Are you leaving?"
The madman didn't even stop, and replied faintly: "This is not my place, I naturally want to leave."
"But where are you going? You have nowhere to go."
The madman stopped and snorted and replied: "It's a pity that I have a lot of places to go. It's right that I didn't leave it. You are decayed, but I am still alive. I left my sword. The only thing you can get from your hands, let it decay with you, it is considered as my memorial to you, from now on, I will not come to this place again."
"Where is she?" The man in white suddenly asked a strange question.
The madman turned around slowly, his eyes opened slowly, and Senbai’s murderous aura came out, "A wandering soul, you don’t need to know this. Even if you know it, it doesn’t make any sense. Once you leave here, I will Destroy you completely at once! You just stay here until the world comes to an end, which is considered to be forgiving for the sins of the past!"
The man in white was silent.
The madman closed his eyes, turned and left, "Farewell... I hope I won't think of this disgusting place again. UU看书www.uukanshu.com"
The white-clothed man remained silent, glanced at the lunatic one last, and quietly disappeared into the dancing grass.
Is the soul bound in this place? Robben looked at the majestic mountain in front of him, and was amazed in his heart. Obviously, there are still very strange powers of the lunatic clansmen. This is completely different from the existing magic. It is a power system outside of his own knowledge, perhaps one of the madman’s curse. The power is completely different from oneself because of this unknown power.
The soul of the white-clothed man is the best proof. He can't even figure out what kind of existence he is, why he is always here, keeping his heart and not being a small third, and even using powerful power, just like a living thing.
"Boy, don't look at it, there is nothing good about this grave." The madman's voice floated.
Somewhat reluctant, Robben looked away from the mountain, and quickly followed the lunatic out of this place.
"Roben, I want to go to the God Realm, is that okay?" As he walked, suddenly a madman jumped out.
This almost caused Robben to fall to the ground.