Chapter 628: smoke

Bran originally wanted to delay for a while, arranging a good place for Zulong, as compensation for their knowledge and interest back then. Moreover, the order given to Zulong was only-assistance.
But never expected that Nita's enthusiasm would be so high! Standing in front of the idol every day and mumbling is really annoying.
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In fact, this kind of thing is no wonder Nita. Although the image of a giant tree appeared in the dream, I know that it is connected to thousands of stars, but only Nether, Labyrinth and Qiming can clearly tell the roots.
Nether, now everyone knows-that is the destination of the soul after death.
When I first heard the news, Nita was not surprised like many people, because everything had a trace.
In these years, the destiny after death has been an important cornerstone of faith. The pursuit of peace before and after death by dark night believers is also widely used in the spread of faith. Although the rituals of the Light God family hugged a group to reject the dark night party, they did not hinder their admiration and imitation of certain behaviors.
In the process, the dead on the barren continent have become negative examples time and time again.
Even setting aside beliefs, these dead are enough for the master to think of a lot, so Nita believes in certain rumors about the netherworld. It is precisely because of belief that Nita never mentions Nether. It does not want to experience death prematurely, and hopes that the experience will be as late as possible.
The maze makes Nita give birth to many bad associations.
Nita knew that part of Bran's power was very similar to that of the brief contact on the Black Dragon Cliff. Bran's body also enveloped a world. It's just that it's different from the dream, the world is also real and illusion.
When the two worlds come into contact, Bran's world changes with the changes in the dream, and a winding path is paved in the dream in an instant.
And it just lost its way on that path...
Of course Nita could choose to wait, but for some reason she lost her patience.
If Bran knew that Nita had just lost patience, he would definitely try to stop it. It's just Nita's ability that makes Bran think that this old dragon sees cheapness again, and wants to pounce on it.
Bran can think of it, and other people can think of it, so many people can't sit still. After the old dragon Nita, some extraordinary people followed.
To be honest, others may not listen to it as a lie, just as no one believed what Nita had said at the time-it could not foresee the appearance of another world.
But after I arrived, I realized that something was wrong-Nita, an old dragon nestled in a corner of the camp all day, fell asleep.
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At this time, the infinite swarm of insects had emerged on the invisible ridge, and saw the "human smoke" on the other side of the mountain. Unlike here, the greenery gradually grows as the mountain goes down, turning into a rich green at the end of the field of vision.
Mela squeezed out of the insect swarm, panting, and looked down the mountain. Against the background of the blue sky and white clouds, several plumes of smoke are so conspicuous.
Seeing this, Mela tried to urge the swarm to move forward, but received no response. They stood quietly, as if waiting.
This made Mela a little confused, but the doubt did not last long, and a figure wearing wings fell. For a moment, Mela even thought it was the light.
Fortunately, I noticed that the opponent's body shape and clothes were wrong, and stopped the act of worshiping.
The man is extremely arrogant, not only ignoring the swarm, but also her. Just stand in the leading position naturally, looking into the distance.
Mela glanced at it, but he couldn't tell because of the hood.
After a long time, the man turned his head to Mela, "I am the creation of the of light-an angel, and some people over the camp call me the envoy of light."
Mela blinked vigorously, just thinking of a scene outside the camp not long ago. She tried to force herself to believe that the living "person" in front of her was actually just a creation made by the gods.
The divine envoy ignored Mela who was a little dazed, and continued to say bluntly: "Persecute, surrender, and don't mass murder for now."
"Why can't we kill on a large scale?"
"oracle."
Hearing this answer, Mela dared not ask any more.
"Bring them."
After speaking, the divine envoy jumped out.
Insect swarms also followed it closely, one after another, a torrent of torrents flowed from the back of the mountain across the ridge, glide down the mountain and rushed towards the nearest smoke pillar.
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The village of Bulu is not big, it exists to prevent the monsters on the other side of the mountain from attacking. When the number of incoming monsters is scarce, the people here will look for opportunities to tear them down; when the number is large, they will temporarily evacuate.
For the people in the village, this work is not as dangerous as it seems, but it will bring considerable wealth. If they can catch those stone monsters more completely, they will use water milling time to split a piece of stone and take out the gems inside.
Don't underestimate these gems, they have magical powers that will make processing and forging easier. In fact, along this invisible ridge, there are many villages that make a living. It's just that they are relatively lucky today, and have not yet entered the eyes of the envoy.
The abnormal movement on the ridge has already alarmed the villagers. So they skilfully picked up the most valuable possessions and ran away. According to past experience, they have enough time to evacuate calmly, so everyone is relaxed, and even in the mood to tease and joke.
Some people feel wrong, "Why didn't those stone heads rush down directly?"
"Fear of heights, my legs are frightened."
Along with the self-deprecating ridicule, a group of people subconsciously speeded up their pace while laughing and joking. Walking and walking, the sky suddenly became overcast...
A group of monsters that have never been seen before, passing by like dark clouds. Then a wisp of smoke separated from the dark clouds, coiled a few times above the head, and fell to the ground, surrounding them.
A woman broke free from the monster's arms and looked at them curiously a few steps forward.
Someone boldly asked: "Who are you?"
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Mela knew that it was asking, but he didn't know what it was asking.
Are these people in front of you? At least they resemble her in outline, and they have traces of civilization. Clothes, weapons, and the language just shown. Most importantly, she understood the emotions of these people-panic.
She stretched her finger to her chest and said loudly, "Mella—"