Ning Caifeng, who came over after hanging up the phone, was standing beside the field world.
He knelt down and pulled out the panel.
Comparing the pictures above, I want to see where the fire-breathing scorpion tribe that gave birth to the miracle is.
"You are too young, I can't see you."
On the panel screen, the ice-blue fire scorpions were cheering and shouting, while a huge giant as big as the world was squatting next to it, trying to find the carrier of the miracle from the world.
Unfortunately, pupils as big as mountain peaks were watching from the side, and fire-bathing scorpions as big as ants were cheering from the side.
His pupils turned, and the cheering Fire Scorpion couldn't see him, and he couldn't see it either.
"Sure enough, you are too young and I am too big." Ning Caifeng shook his head slightly and stood up.
He also wanted to see with his own eyes what the first race to climb up the dike he raised was like.
Returning to his seat, Ning Caifeng leaned over and looked down. In the field world, the ice-blue fire-bathing scorpion was spitting ice to build a house in a cave.
"A race with completely different capabilities from the Fire Scorpion."
Ning Caifeng was amazed when he saw the air flow of ice spitted out by the Ice Blue Bathing Fire Scorpion.
The Fire Scorpion is [High Temperature], but the extraordinary element awakened by this Ice Blue Fire Scorpion is called [Cold].
[A group of climbers who were rejected by the Fire Scorpion race, when they were about to die, activated the extraordinary element of [mimicry] in their bodies and successfully simulated the cold air around them to survive]
"Excluded climbers?" Ning Caifeng was a little confused. In Scorpion, climbers would not be ostracized for their behavior.
Clicking on the panel, the time of the icy blue scorpion bathing in fire on the screen was rewinded by Ning Caifeng.
The scene also went from the cold mountains to the tribes burning in war.
On the screen, fire scorpion bandits are scattered throughout the tribe, eating the fire with enjoyment.
And underneath them were the newly killed tribal villagers, tied at their feet like dry firewood.
Punch by handful, they were piled there and slowly carried away by the robbers and scorpions.
And further away, a scorpion with no flames on its body was hiding in a hole in the ground, holding back tears, trembling and afraid to come out.
Ning Caifeng was silent for a moment when he saw this, because after he continued to look back in time, he found that it was once the descendant of the Fire Scorpion that he paid attention to in the first place.
The same beginning, the same encounter.
After going back to this point, Ning Caifeng changed time and let it continue to flow forward.
The surviving Scorpion was accepted by another tribe just like his predecessors.
It's just that this tribe gathers basically the same fire-bathing scorpions as it does.
Unable to emit fire, he was ostracized and despised by the entire race.
"It turns out that being excluded means that they don't have the extraordinary elemental talent of [high temperature]."
Because he is weak, he is rejected.
This is quite normal.
At this time, Ning Caifeng was already able to take a calm view of the bullying of the weak.
"But why can you persist until now?"
In the Scorpion Bathed in Fire, the weak are always the first to die.
Not to mention that now is the end of the war, and just the word weak is enough to make them die on the earth.
The scene on the panel continued to pass. After another experience of avoiding bandit attacks, the Fire Scorpions in the tribe decided to start migrating.
Go to a world without war.
It's ideal, but many scorpions in the tribe don't think they can do it.
But as long as they can get out of here and not be eaten by bandits, they are willing to go anywhere.
The weak ones packed their luggage quickly and sneakily escaped before other robbers came.
Fortunately, because their [High Temperature] talent is weak, they can survive in such weather better than ordinary fire scorpions.
Perhaps thanks to God's help, their next trip went smoothly.
On the way, we encountered weak fire-bathing scorpions who suffered the same fate as them. Occasionally we would stop to exchange supplies with each other or help the injured.
But more often than not, they stop to pay silent tribute to a certain companion and hold a funeral.
The funerals of Scorpions Bathed in Fire are all water burials. They used to be buried in the ground, but now they are all buried in water.
The road in the dark world is lonely. Ning Caifeng watched them walking alone on the earth from outside the world.
Surrounded by war-torn bandits, greed and violence are the keynotes on the ground.
This quiet tribe of them is out of place here, as if they are lonely survivors surrounded by a sea of ​​fire.
The picture was dragged away by Ning Caifeng, getting further and further away from the Lihuo Dynasty and away from the scope of their previous life.
Until in front of a mountain range, an old and dying scorpion pointed at the sky in the distance and said hopefully:
"Go there, there won't be any war."
The bloodthirsty bandits behind them were rushing over greedily. They, a group of lonely survivors, could only take the food from the old man, silently walked past the old man's stiff body, and continued to move forward.
Under the night, Ning Caifeng paused this scene as he looked at the group of fire-stricken scorpions climbing the mountain with their tenacious will.
He recorded the number of species for this group of fire scorpions.
Thirteen.
From the bottom of the barren mountains to the cold mountains, there are only thirteen of them left in this group of fire-bathing scorpions with simple ideals.
Looking at the color of their bodies, they changed from red to ice blue, and ice blue plate armor was added to their backs.
The overall image is closer to the real scorpion.
"So, let's call you Ice Crystal Scorpions."
A low voice appeared in the hearts of the ice crystal scorpions who were building the house. They, a group of scorpions who had just been happily discussing their future lives, were startled.
"Who? Who is it?!"
The scorpions look around in panic. The days when they are chased by robbers are the nightmare in every scorpion's heart.
If they will be chased by those bandits here, what's the point of their hard work climbing here.
After realizing that these ice crystal scorpions have not recovered from the war, they are still in a state of post-traumatic stress disorder.
Ning Caifeng thought for a moment, slowed down the flow of time, and then dug out the transformer he used last time from his house.
Since ancient times, what can best heal a wounded soul and make it better?
spiritual beliefs.
Therefore, Ning Caifeng planned to create a spiritual belief for these ice crystal scorpions so that they could truly live with peace of mind.
As long as you can survive, more miracles will be born.
"I looked for it, and I remember that when I bought it, it seemed that there was an ice-cold Royal Sister's voice on the Internet."
I bought it on a whim, so I haven't used it much.
It's a bit difficult to find a female voice.
"Okay, found it." After adjusting the tone, Ning Caifeng looked at the group of panicked ice crystal scorpions and smiled.
The sound came closer, and the arrogant and ethereal voice came from the sky, soothing the hearts of this group of wanderers who had fled their hometown.
"I am the God of Ice and Snow!"
Chapter completed!