Chapter 1394: Flammable point

I really did n’t expect that the Father and God ran over by myself, saying that this morning I was holding a tea pot of popcorn in the yard and sprinkled the gang of crows and wild jingle on the ground (Do you think this scene is familiar? It ’s like feeding pigeons on the square-those mini Madiwen and wild dingdong have been raised as pigeons by me for a few days), I heard the gate of the yard 哐 Dangding rang two times, ran over to see, the Father God Standing like an overseas Chinese returning home to visit relatives, hey straightforwardly with me: "I'll make a door-will you help me pay the fare?"
I couldn't be surprised. I looked at the gate of the courtyard and saw a yellow and white taxi parked beside the road. A driver-like person was looking around in fog: around our house There is a permanent psychic interference field arranged by Sandora, which will lose the "focus of consciousness" near a certain area of ​​the house. The driver will probably soon forget why he drove here.
I found out that Father God had taken a taxi from the bus terminal, and hurried to run into the driver ’s money, and the driver was now ready to drive away. I saw that a stranger came from somewhere to stop him. Qian was so frightened that he and I waved hands again and again: "Wait until the place is settled again, our company has regulations, and two days are not allowed to charter privately ..."
This driver is really a real man. I hurriedly threw the money in the car and ran back: otherwise I had to be pulled around for 20 kilometers. After I ran back to my own area, the taxi driver master was confused for a few seconds, and then he ignited and left, while I was holding Father God ’s arm: "Why did you come here suddenly, let me say it first Go buy chives ... "
Father God: "..."
"Of course, I will prepare something else for you by the way ..."
"It's not necessary, there are so many rules in the door," the father smiled warmly. "It's mainly because the data library has counted everything. The situation is ... a little complicated, I have to explain it to you personally. Oh, do n’t worry, it ’s not bad news, the clue is. But I ’m afraid it will take some work to find your hometown.

I know that the other party must be doing something personally, so I dragged him into the room, but just two steps after the leg was lifted, there were dozens of black or green goblins flying in the grass. Press The color is divided into two strokes on the father and my trouser legs. Among the little girls with big palms is the green tinkerbell. Naturally, they rushed to the Father, the black ones were Di Wen, and of course they all hung on me. I judged that it was the wild dingdongs who first saw the Father and rushed up in excitement, and those mini-Medicals followed suit. Two groups of little guys clawed at the giant trouser legs in their eyes and climbed up cheerfully. The warm atmosphere is almost like a carnival: do creatures about three inches tall have their own silly Lotte aura?
The Father God saw the Douding goddesses hanging on his trouser legs and said thoughtfully: "Oh yes, this time I heard that there are many goddesses of life coming to work in shifts with you, these little guys It ’s been a big party, and it ’s been a few times now--would you give me a lot of trouble? "
I bent down and dangled my hands, so that the Medivh splits of those black and black dresses were hanging on my cuffs. Then they put their heads on their shoulders, and shook their heads: "No, these little guys are very interesting. You see, they and my group of crow gods have already become one, and my family is happy."
That being the case, I also realized that the slap goddess of life and the same slap Raven are similar in mind and intelligence. These two little things are really a combination of ingenious little friends. No wonder Madiwen has been here since early Excited late, turned out to be his "kids" to find playmates. The silly bird followed up with joy.
At this time, Father God finally noticed that I still had a tea pot full of popcorn in my hand, with a very surprised expression: "... Do you usually feed your goddess like this?"
Before I had time to speak, there were a few little wheat Diwen bouncing up to the edge of the tea pot, grabbing popcorn from the inside and eating: they waited for a long time to see no one to feed, so they had to find food by themselves. Some little crows remember their new friends. They grabbed from the air and slammed into their eggshells. Then they filled the eggshells with popcorn and flew them to the goddesses of life who fell on the shoulders of the Father God. After a while, the whole group was small. He shivered, and there was only a faint
click
click in the ears of Father and God.
I opened my mouth and raised the tea pot in my hand: "No way, they don't play well at all. I can only feed them like this, otherwise they will wipe out the grass in the yard in a few days ..."
Father God: "... I can imagine."
I led the Father to the room and greeted the family members loudly, saying that there was a noble guest coming. The Protoss sliver quintessentially sensed that the big boss was here. At this time, I hurried out to pay tribute, followed by Sandora and her sister. Come out to say hello to the father, and finally came out is Li Lina, this ghost girl bowed to the father: "Good chairman ..."
God the Father kept a cheerful smile in return, and finally couldn't help sighing: "I have been very touched a few times: you are really lively here, especially when you are all together."
The father and looked around, especially the Protoss sliver quintet: Except for Bingtis, who remained heartless and lungless, the others were nervous, especially Lin, the youngest. Her head was almost buried in her chest-and it was really thanks to her ability to bury it. So he waved with these living treasures: "What should you do? It's not a meeting in the temple. What position do you have? Just take me as a guest to your house."
After Bingtis Monina and they all left, the father felt that something was wrong and touched his chin. People? "
As soon as Father God finished speaking, Ding Dong got out of my jacket pocket, rubbing his eyes with small things, and then he saw who was standing in front of him, and he waved with joy: "Oh! Father! Come to Ding Dong Are you a guest? "
Everyone: "..."
I was particularly embarrassed and didn't look away: "So what, An Weina, please prepare some snacks, I'll talk to Xingchen."
Soon a group of people who came to visit the Father ’s house in the family separated. Only Sandora and I remained in the living room, oh. There is also a jingle that counts as a bound item. I took a fork to help Dingdang comb her hair, and looked up at the harmless Protoss elder brother who was sitting on the opposite side of the coffee table and said, "You said that the data library has come to fruition? The whereabouts of the hometown world ..."
"I haven't found any direct information about the world in your hometown," as soon as the Father and God spoke, I saw Sandora's face sinking, but soon the words of the other party turned round and round. "Indirect data was still found. It can now be determined that a soldier of the Protoss Expedition did indeed go to the homeland of your ancestors. That should be the age when the Spirits have not yet begun to explore the universe because the war was urgent and the soldier did not The local civilization contacted, so the ancestors of the Spirit did not know what the protoss was. For some reason, only the visit record was included in the information. No detailed coordinates ... "
"How can this happen?" Sandora frowned. "Aren't you going to register any world you find?"
"But the initial reporting system is not the same as the current reporting system. The current reporting system is to synchronize to the divine data library as soon as a new world is discovered, but a long time ago, the world management and void communication technology of the Protoss were not perfect. If it is a very far expeditionary army, the communication resources between them and the world are very valuable. The newly discovered world coordinates can only be kept by the protoss who discovered the new world, and then they will report to them when they are ready to retreat. His team commander, when he finally returned to the star field, the team commander then reported these coordinates and world data to the Pantheon, which was organized and recorded together by the Pantheon. "
I opened my mouth and couldn't help but say, "Well, it turns out that you guys have also developed a little bit like this ... how do I always feel that you seem to be omnipotent as soon as you appear ... that's how you took care of it What happened to the Protoss soldiers at world coordinates? "
"The Protoss is just a high starting point. If it doesn't develop, wouldn't it be a pool of standing water." The father and spoke slowly and then sighed softly. "Also remember that in the library tower that day, you and I found a strange left by the scouts Records? The soldier found several universes visited by higher civilizations, but in the subsequent materials, no expeditionary records of those universes were found ... "
As mentioned by Father God, I also had some vague impressions. At that time, it seemed that I saw some such documents. Those documents were quite old, as if they were left by a scout of the 12th Legion of the Star Expeditionary Force. s things. Those materials feel as if they haven't finished writing, which has also caused the curiosity of the Father and God. It was just that the father and I felt that the information was some outdated and severely expired files. Coupled with the fact that both of them were focused on finding things in their hometown, they didn't care much about it.
"It's that scout," God the Father sighed. "Later, I found the file of the Twelfth Legion of the year, and I realized that the documents you and I saw that day were really only fragments. The scout was killed on the eve of the expedition's return to the realm of God-she hadn't had time to put other The investigation report and the coordinates of several other newly discovered worlds were given to her chief. But in other documents we found the visit records she sent back in advance to confirm that the scout had contacted your home world. "
"Fall ..." Sandola's eyes dimmed. "And it's been so long ... What else can be left?"
"If there is really nothing left, do you think Xingchen will come here in person?" I reminded me, and Sandora responded immediately, looking at the Father God with anticipation as soon as her eyes brightened.
God the Father nodded: "I ’m here to tell you that the scout's relics may still be there. She should record the world coordinates in something--things made by God are immortal, as long as they are not destroyed, Time will be ignored. "
I opened my eyes: I have been to the Holy Spirit Tower with Bingtis, so I was very impressed with the "death" of the protoss. God will not leave the soul and the body after death, and it will definitely be due to the accident that can destroy the gods Destroy everything around God, and they will hardly leave any relics after death, but looking at what God Father now means, what does that soldier leave behind?
"The last time the scout noticed that she might not be able to return when she talked to her commander, she mentioned that she had sealed all the reports that were too late to be sent in something she made." Father God said Take out a scroll in your arms, and after activation, the scroll will form an image in the air: the image is a female protoss wearing a close-fitting golden soft armor and blond shawl, which looks like the fallen scout: it turned out to be female.
This seems to be the last communication. The goddess seems to have fallen into a world distorted by the abyss. She fears that uploading data in large quantities will spread the pollution together. Only a very short report came out. She mentioned that she had sealed everything in a "core", and she was preparing to end up with the universe. At the end of the video, which was only a few minutes, she mentioned how to salvage the core from the vast void ... ...
"At that time, the expeditionary forces tried to find the core, but found nothing. The impact caused by the end of the world may have destroyed the soldier's divine magic, and the core was lost in the void." Father God rolled up the scroll and said with regret.
"Then you found a clue now?"
I asked in surprise. An artifact that lost its roots billions of years ago, an artifact that had been searched by the Protoss Expedition but no one could find, it was found just now when we were about to use it, whether it was for the empire or the For Protoss. This luck is a little bit good-for-the-day. Since the day when I was a child, it was the first time I gave sugar paper to bread outside the stone and gave it to me the day I did n’t believe that there was good luck in the world.
The Father really shook his head slightly, and it seems that things are not so straightforward: "It is not the clues found now, but the clues long ago, but no one is going to recycle that thing."
I and Sandora both looked puzzled at the same time, and the father explained with a smile: "This type of exile has clues, but for a variety of reasons, there are many things that have not been retrieved temporarily-- You all know how far the Protoss Expeditionary Army can run every time. And if we just drop something, it ’s easy to reshape the cause and effect. To be honest, we do n’t have fewer weird things outside than you, otherwise there is no such thing in human legend. The story of many artifact artifacts. "
My sister-in-law, it seems that the Father and God have heard about the incombustible garbage littered by the empire, and what is more amazing is that it seems that the habit of littering non-combustible garbage everywhere is more serious in the Protoss?
"About 230 billion years after the original Twelfth Expeditionary Force, another Expeditionary Force happened to scan that thing." Father God said slowly, "but it has drifted to a very, very far place and deviated. Any world in the Protoss Expedition. At this time, hundreds of billions of years have passed, and the report left by that soldier has long been of no value. To recover that thing in the dangerous expeditionary area, it must be separated from the expeditionary force. A quite large-scale unit made a special trip to take it in, or let the senior commander of the expeditionary army take off-this is not very realistic. So we cast a mark on that thing to know where it is at any time. If a new one comes in the future The expedition plan approached it, and took it back by the way-it was dragged to this day. "
Sandora and I nodded in understanding. This is really nothing.
The relics of the fallen soldiers are personally unwilling to be left in the depths of the void, but you think of it this way: You lead a group of people to explore the barren land with a lifetime of death, and there is nothing on the road. Be careful of the enemy-occupied area (the route of the Protoss expeditions are all catastrophic areas of the abyss), after you have worked hard to bring back the survivors. Suddenly someone comes to tell you: "I just forgot the newspaper I just bought at the enemy's base camp. Boss, please help me pick it up ..."
Even if the newspaper is whose relics, even if you know that the newspaper is placed on the steps of the enemy's door, I guess that as long as people with normal minds will not agree to take it-let alone the newspaper was last year.
So the Protoss didn't take action after knowing the whereabouts of the relic, and let it stay in the far distance for so many years, and according to the tone of the Father God, I judge that something like this under surveillance but unable to retrieve is to the Protoss There are quite a few, they are already a race with a long history, and the rate of dropping a grain of sand every 100 million years is enough to fill the four oceans several times. Not to mention the Protoss, are there still few things like the Empire? After these four or five years of statistics and inquiries, we have determined from historical documents that there are countless ancient facilities currently in the territory of the fallen apostles or in the far reaches of the empire, but most of them are drones such as small tower detectors. Treasures such as library are worthless relics, but the meaning of getting them back is not enough to fly once for the "oil" money ...
"It seems that it is necessary to get the thing back now," Sandora sat upright, with a serious expression. "You come in person, it seems that this thing is no longer within the sphere of influence of your protoss ~ www. EbookFREE.me ~ Where is it now? "
"This is where the trouble is. After so many years of drifting, it landed in a very delicate place tens of thousands of years ago," the Father God stretched out his hand to draw two circular apertures in mid-air, and then pointed at the middle of the aperture. A very narrow point, "On one side is the Abyss Empire, on the other side you are. That thing is now on the dividing line between you and the fallen apostles, and it is the point furthest from the realm of God. You should be familiar with this point. Eighty percent of the friction across the border occurred around this point. "
The relics of the Protoss who recorded the coordinates of the hometown world are actually under the eyes of the new empire and the fallen apostles!
Sandora's mind was flying fast. At this time, many things had been analyzed. She drew the corner of her mouth: "This place ... We have at least a hundred manned and unattended monitoring stations staring at this area ..."
I moved my body: "The bad news is that the fallen apostles stared at more surveillance stations than we ..."
Father God shrugged: "That thing is in a local native world, the situation is so troublesome." (To be continued. If you like this work, you are welcome to come to the starting point (m) to vote for recommendations, monthly tickets, you Support is my biggest motivation. For mobile phone users, please read m.)