"The world has changed. People on the edge of the far north have access to something called electricity. Everyone can keep warm at home. The rebels you call are indeed still running around on the cold land, but they are the same after returning home.

The warmth, and they don’t need to be on tenterhooks, they don’t need to worry about the birth of their children, every child born will be blessed.”

As he spoke, the village chief raised his voice, "What the children need is not the blessing of gods, but the blessing of their parents, the blessing of their tribe, the blessing of the world, the blessing of life, and the blessing of... freedom!"

Phyllis trotted all the way to the crowd and pulled a girl of her own age, "Haqiu, run! Do you want to be beheaded too!?"

She didn't dare to look at the bloody scene in front of her. Just running here had already summoned up tremendous courage, and her hands and feet were trembling.

"Ah? But my parents said that we must listen to the gods. Our lives are given by the gods."

Ha Qiu was also very scared, but the education she received since she was a child made her understand that she might be used as a sacrifice sooner or later. Over time, she was no longer so scared. She just felt, ah... has this day come? I want to be glorious.

He dedicated his life to God.

"What nonsense are you talking about? You were born by your mother and have nothing to do with God!"

Phyllis pulled her friend angrily. Her words should have angered many Inuit people in the front row, but no one looked at him angrily at this time.

Because they were all stunned by the village chief's words, is it... so good outside?

"Don't believe him. The village chief has been deceived by outsiders. He is a traitor. There will be no good end for disobeying the gods. Look, the anger of the gods has not subsided!"

He pointed to the several bronze soldiers in front who were still killing. As he spoke, he stood up piously, rushed to the front row, and threw himself into the arms of death with enthusiasm.

"Haqiu, didn't you say you wanted to know what a flower looks like? I found one today. Come with me and I'll show it to you. And I heard that there are many warm spring-like places in the outside world, where flowers are blooming everywhere!

"

Phyllis continued to persuade her little friend.

"Outside...is there a place where flowers are blooming?"

Ha Qiu turned around and asked with some expectation.

"Yes, my good-looking brother told me that there are beautiful mountains and rivers outside, there are seas of flowers, there are grasslands, they are free and vast!"

Phyllis pulled Haqiu down again, and this time he stood up.

The old village chief walked into the crowd again and said loudly: "Look at what these are, dead bronze objects! And even if you are an envoy of God, do you have to kneel down and wait for death!?"

No one answered, and the old village chief took two steps back in despair.

He was wrong, terribly wrong.

Their family is a hereditary village chief, and each village chief will teach his children and clan members not to be brainwashed by God's theories, but to have their own hearts.

But of course this "reactionary" theory cannot be spread on a large scale in the village. Now he found that the tribesmen were far more numb than he thought. They would rather die on their knees than live standing, which was ridiculous to the extreme.

Under the hacking of the bronze soldiers, two to three hundred people had already died. He never thought that the target of five hundred people would be reached so quickly and easily, and this was not a sacrifice at all, just a massacre!

"Village Chief, you have also seen that these are the soldiers of the God. It is impossible for us to defeat them. Maybe we can survive when the God's anger subsides."

Someone spoke up and the words were quite respectful.

The old village chief laughed angrily, "Hahaha... alive? Even if they stop, are we still alive now?"

"You are not alive if you can eat, drink, and breathe."

Some people wondered.

"We are humans, humans, humans! Understand! We are not domestic animals! How do you think we are different from domestic animals when we are living like this!?"

The old village chief roared, "As Phyllis said, some people outside live a miserable life, and some live a rich life, but whether they are poor or rich, at least their lives are decided by themselves, and they have a better life.

Pantou, you say the ice field is cold, but I think it’s even colder here..."

He pointed to his heart, "Your blood is cold. This is a cold more terrifying than the extreme northern wind and snow!"

"Outside, is it really...that good?"

Maybe it was because more and more people were dying in the front row, or maybe it was because the village chief's words shook people's hearts, and finally someone was shaken, and people gradually stood up.

"It's cold outside, but at least we can really live."

The village chief walked into the crowd and continued: "Heroes have already arrived at this time, but those who are waiting to rescue are waiting to die, and those who save themselves are waiting to live. For hope, for a free world, and for our future children, now..."

The village chief raised his crutch and rushed towards the bronze soldier with a roar: "Take up arms!"

…………

Fingel frantically wrote and drew on the paper, and when the drawings were full, he threw them to Shutoku Mai. He did not need to use paper and pen to retain his memory. This was just a process of deepening memory and calculation.

At this time, Chu Zihang and Fingel were both sweating profusely. They had been running in the Bronze City for a long time, and they were drawing while running. This was a test of physical and mental strength to the extreme.

Chu Zihang's physical strength was good, but his mental strength was somewhat behind him, while Fingel used both to the limit.

Mai Shutoku ran beside the two of them, taking over the maps drawn by the two of them again and again. She had a feeling of doubting life, thinking that I was the one who should help, but now I feel that I am... useless?

After drawing another map, Fingel did not hand it to Shude Mai, but tore up the paper irritably, "This is useless! There is indeed a certain pattern in the operation of the Bronze City, but there are too many changes.

The possibility of random transformation of more than 100 digits is like asking us to guess an eight-digit password. Even if there are certain rules, there are at least millions of possibilities!"

He can't figure it out!

Chu Zihang also stopped writing. He also realized that hard calculation would not work and they needed other clues.

Mai Shutoku held a stack of maps and frowned slightly. Why did this happen?

The boss has no plans. He should take all situations into consideration. It is not an easy task to challenge the Dragon King against the Super White Rabbit. This is why Yanling has been banned. Does the boss want the Super White Rabbit to die?

But it shouldn't be. Since she was asked to follow him, it was to assist the Super Little White Rabbit in defeating the Dragon King. But now Lu Chen was being chased all over the city.

If the boss wants to tell them some clues through my mouth, he should show up now. If it is too late, it will be too late when the super white rabbit loses his strength.

This was not a suitable place for a decisive battle. She couldn't figure out the boss's intentions. Why didn't she just expose the news about Old Tang to Lu Chen halfway and let him stop the attack outside? It should be very easy for Lu Chen.

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"Are you scolding me in your heart?"

Suddenly, a male voice sounded, and the whole world fell silent.

The turbulent flow of elements in the sky stopped, the trembling of the bronze wall disappeared, and time seemed to be blocked. Only she and another supreme man were left in this world. This was an absolute realm.

"boss!"

Mai Shutoku said in surprise that if the boss didn't show up, she felt that she would have to explain it here when the super little white rabbit was exhausted.

"Don't look back. Time is limited. Keep the story short, otherwise he will find out. I will give you a hint directly."

The boss's voice was serious, and his pair of golden pupils seemed to be able to see through the battlefield in the distance. He looked at the young man who was still moving slowly in the field. Judging from the man's gradually frowning brows, he might have noticed something abnormal.

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"The alchemy formation established by Norton is similar to the ancient Chinese Bagua. It's just because the changes were too rapid that you couldn't control the overall situation. That's why you didn't see it. Tell Chu Zihang and Fingel that they will find the remaining ones."

It’s a six-handled sword.”

After the boss's voice fell, Mai Shutoku felt that the world was functioning normally again, but when she picked up the map and pretended to analyze it, she heard the boss's voice again, as if he was whispering to her.

"Girl, stop guessing. I have no plans to do anything to him. I'm still counting on him to bring our little white rabbit with me in the future, so you guys do your best and don't let him die here."

Jiude Mai suddenly turned her head, Fingel and Chu Zihang looked at her doubtfully, thinking that some enemy was coming.

"It's nothing, it's just that I seem to see the pattern here."

Jiudoku Mai covered it up, saying that what Chu Zihang and the two of them were most concerned about was what they said.

"What rules!?"

The two asked in unison.

"It's somewhat similar to your Chinese Bagua array. Brothers and sisters, please compare it."

Mai Shutoku said.

"Bagua Array? According to the secret party's records about the Dragon King of Bronze and Fire, he once changed his name to Li Xiong and appeared during the Han Dynasty, but Zhuge Liang was after that, right!?"

Fingel was a little confused, but he also started to check the map again.

"What Senior Aki said may not be accurate. The formation here is based on the Bagua. Zhuge Liang is not the inventor of the Bagua. He also constructed the Bagua array by referring to the Bagua map. Moreover, Zhuge Liang's Longzhong alignment can also be seen.

The prototype of a certain message written by Li Xiong, maybe there is some relationship between the two."

Chu Zihang explained while taking the previous map in Jiude Mai's hand and started comparing and analyzing it.

"Oh, let's put it this way, when it comes to this formation, Norton is Zhuge Liang's ancestor. Maybe it's true that Zhuge Liang can borrow the east wind. It's a big talk."

Fingel sighed with emotion and turned over the map in his hand.

Mai Shutoku looked at these two people and said to herself that many people would never be able to learn this dual-purpose in their lifetime.

After several people had been running for nearly a minute, Fingel suddenly spoke first, "Go left at the fork in front, pass it at high speed, and then continue to turn left!"

Chu Zihang and Mai Jiude did not question it. When they ran to the last passage, they carefully discovered that the wall on the right was not moving.

When they crossed this road, there was a small bronze altar on the right, with a Scottish broadsword stuck in it.

"It's like the sword in the stone."

Fingel complained, and then stepped forward to draw the sword. It seemed that he had to use all his strength to pull out the sword.

The moment the sword left the altar, several people felt that the power that suppressed their bloodline was much weaker. Chu Zihang even felt that he could use his speech spirit slightly.
To be continued...