It was probably around 1st o'clock in the morning, but the sky was still gloomy. Dark clouds enveloped the entire world heavily, and what was also present was the never-ending violent storm between heaven and earth.
A huge dark shadow gradually emerged from the sea, and the whole picture gradually emerged - the Dingbei formation, sailing firmly in one direction in this violent storm.
But a few nautical miles ahead of their course, there was already a strange scene——
There, a huge island surrounded by mountains seemed to have existed since ancient times, lying quietly in the violent ocean.
It was as if the sky was cut by an invisible line. There was a violent storm in the sea, but on the island, it was sunny and windy starting from the offshore. It was quite a scene of sunrise in the east and rain in the west.
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Compared with the violent ocean full of gray, black and blue, this island is simply beautiful - it has a sky mixed with light blue and cold emerald, the ubiquitous breeze and warm sun, and large tracts of high mountains and ridges among it.
On the plain, densely spread green. Looking from a distance, it seems that... in its sky, there are strangely floating... small islands?
Maybe it’s because this is a weak place in space on the planet. A huge amount of space magic energy exists in this area, blocking the rioting elemental magic fields. This makes the entire area warm as spring, unchanged in four seasons, and incredibly beautiful. But those small
The small floating island seems like a mystery, adding an extraordinarily mysterious color to this dreamlike and beautiful island.
At this time, at what seemed to be a natural harbor on the island surrounded by mountains, a small black dot was struggling to approach the harbor.
When I looked closer, I saw that the little black dot was a small sailboat that was already in tatters and looked more like a medieval creation.
On the sailboat, two people were busy jumping off the boat to prevent various elements from rioting and destroying the boat...
Human beings...human beings? Human beings?!
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"Oh my God. I finally see Nagrand! Beautiful Nagrand, damn Nagrand!"
"Dear Song, we are finally here, but I am thinking how are we going back? Our boat is broken and the sail is broken. Oh no, I am really fed up. If God gives me another chance to choose, I will
I must tell you resolutely: No! Never!"
"Yes, of course we are worried that the mother planet will be invaded again by the damn barbarians, but what can we do? We are just the descendants of the poor people who were captured and enslaved by the barbarians during World War I! Even if it is like you said, the barbarians must have opened up
Only through passages or something can we invade our home planet. But is it really possible for us to sneak past as you said? Could it be that people won’t close the door when they open it? Just leave the door there? How is it possible!”
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"As for taking the opportunity to learn their method of opening the door...Brother, this is somewhat feasible. But please believe me, even if you Chinese people really have the kind of racial talent that the barbarians call 'copycat', you can't do it.
Arrived. This is the realm of God! At least, it’s not the realm of elemental magic!”
"And what did I do? I was so beguiled by you that I agreed to accompany you? Damn it! Don't you know that apart from the flying demons in the sky, only the barbarians in the Ocean of Storms have artifacts and the blessing of their damn gods?
Can just anyone pass? But damn, we are just two small star demons fighting! We are lucky if we can find Nagrand!"
"And don't you know? No one dares to enter Nagrand except for the barbarians who have the blessing of God! It is full of God's Cracks! Do you understand the God's Cracks? We will die, we really will die."
At this time, on the sailboat, a figure who looked like a middle-aged man from the western land of the mountains and seas jumped up. He waved his knife to break up a huge wave that rolled towards the sailboat, but he kept complaining.
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"Baker, shut up. If you don't protect the ship, we will really die. We Chinese people are not like you Xilu people, who can live happily in the barren land. While we are fighting, we are yearning for it all the time.
I want to return to my homeland! The legendary homeland, the homeland that haunts my dreams..."
At the other end of the sailboat, a middle-aged human with black hair hurriedly broke through several wind blades and replied smoothly.
"And the damn barbarians actually invaded our home planet again. What do we have to do? There is no fighting on the cross front, and Commander Lin is also preparing to gather strength to counterattack. And we, if we don't go to Nagrand to see how they got there,
How could I be willing to do so!"
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"Counterattack? In fact, I don't think this is a good idea, dear Song. You know, the god of the barbarians hasn't left yet. Although we don't know what he is, what we can be sure of is that it must be Super Star.
The legend of Yao exists. Even if we invade the territory of the barbarians, what can we do to stop the barbarian gods? What's more, the puppet troops confronting us on the cross front were not taken away by the barbarians. Do you think they are vegetarians? "
The Westlander known as Baker shrugged.
"No, Baker, you don't know that the primitive god may have been seriously injured. This is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity."
The black-haired man said.
"But we have no power, do you understand? We are just a group of poor civilians, descendants of the magic-armed soldiers who accidentally entered here in the late stages of World War I! We have no soul, no knowledge, no culture, and even the civilization of our home planet has been lost for generations.
In the dark magic crystal mine."
"The only thing we have is numbers, tens of millions of people. Since we revolted under the leadership of our king and successfully escaped to the Barrens, and the barbarians seem to have no interest in the Barrens, we have survived until now.
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"We can only hold on to the cross front by imitating the magic tank we mistakenly entered during the First World War on the Western Continent. And in terms of strength, we only have a few sky magic tanks at the moment - oh damn, another one
Huge waves, I hate this sea! I don’t have much magic power left, we are almost there, come on, paddle faster! I don’t want another wave to knock us back.”
Baker shouted.
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"Bah, uprising under the leadership of your king? Are all you people in the Western Land so shameless?"
"I admit that if your tank troops chasing the barbarians actually strayed into a natural passage and miraculously followed the barbarians across the Sea of Storms and arrived here, our uprising might not have been so smooth and we would have finally succeeded in enslaving the barbarians.
I have to flee. But when will it be all your king’s credit?”
"Moreover, for hundreds of years, if we, the Chinese, had not been on the front line, we would have been defeated by the barbarians long ago. What are you, the king, doing? Becoming a breeding pig with nothing to do in Stormwind City! And you also claim to be contributing to the growth of mankind on alien planets.
Contribution? Bah!”
"As for the powerful ones, do you know that there are only a few sky demons? If we hadn't accumulated a lot of intermediate souls over the past few hundred years, if we hadn't made friends with our close allies, even if the barbarians were interested in hunting us down
Not big, but we have abandoned the barren land like a shoe, and only miss our home planet. We have also been swallowed alive by the barbarians a long time ago. Do you understand if we were swallowed alive?"
When the Chinese Song heard this, he was rowing hard in the water and retorted disdainfully.
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"Anyway, we now have tens of millions of people. Don't we? Dear Song, population is everything. Unplanned parenthood is a long-term basic national policy. Our goal is to allow every family to
Having one more child unplanned will contribute more to the growth of mankind."
Baker suddenly smiled with ridicule, but his words aroused Song's ridicule.
"Bah, in the beginning, there were only 100,000 of you. But since the Thousand Years War, we have had millions of people. But now, hundreds of years have passed, you are more than 7 million, and we are more than 5 million.
Except for women and children, almost all of us are soldiers. But most of you are working as pig breeders and farmers in the rear!"
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"Okay, dear Song."
Baker spread his hands: "In fact, I also have opinions on my king's policies. It is wrong to let you be responsible for most of the war. We need freedom. But we need freedom watered with blood even more. What's more, our current population is larger than yours
There’s more. But that’s why I showed up on the front line and became life and death brothers with you in the trenches.”
"Furthermore, it is undeniable that the Kingdom has always provided necessary logistics for the front line. If it weren't for the difficult output of the barren land, you would have starved to death. What's more, if it weren't for the Kingdom, our civilization would have been completely lost.
, where did the magic tank come from? Yes, we are the continuation of civilization."
"Continuer? Don't be ridiculous, you are just resting on your laurels. Where is the magic fighter that your first generation king promised? Back then, he vowed that in his knowledge system, we can use the magic crystal engine to drive the propeller as power, and it will
Let us soar like a magic war in the sky - ha, each generation is worse than the last, how many experimental products have you crashed now? Are you still testing?"
Song already had a sarcastic smile on his face.
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"In any case, although our civilization has degraded, it is still at the forefront of this alien planet..." Baker said weakly, as if he didn't have much confidence.
Song smiled: "Haha, you are wrong again. It is us who are at the cutting edge, not including you - even if we know it and don't know why, and after several generations, we finally lost all our cutting edge.
Magic equipment technology allows them to exist only in our legends."
"But haven't you seen that even the barbarians have given up their crude writing and switched to our Chinese language? Have you not seen that even our close allies are full of praise for our writing and language? Have you not seen that our great Chinese language
Is it almost becoming the second language and lingua franca of this planet? This is the cutting edge of civilization, the art of writing!"
"By the way, I remember that someone had a very painful time during the listening and speaking test of the Chinese Language Test Band 4?"
After a pause, Song looked at Baker teasingly.
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"Oh damn, don't mention it. This is the most painful memory in my life. Eating grapes and spitting out grape skins. Not eating grapes and not spitting out grape skins. The pole was tied to the bench. A goose crossed the river. In the end, it was a goose crossing the river.
Or the geese crossing the river... God! I really don’t understand how such an obscure language can become so popular."
Baker hugged his head and shouted.
"But you can't deny that only my Chinese language can express anything you want to express in an exquisite and artistic way. Not to mention those poems. If it were your Xilu language, I'm afraid the meaning and artistic conception of each poem would be different for you.
You have to write a paper to explain it clearly. You know? This is the art of words, the elegance of spring and snow."
Song smiled proudly.
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"Okay, I won't argue with you anymore. In fact, I have never been able to argue with you, but it's meaningless."
Baker's face was full of helplessness: "I just think that my king at least said something right, didn't he? We should unite sincerely... Oh no, my pants are hooked, dear Song, the time has come to unite me,
Come and help me—hey, what are you gaping at? Have you seen God?"
"When you look back, you will feel that you have also seen God..."
Song ignored Baker in his predicament at all. His eyes were staring straight into the distance. He murmured with a look of disbelief on his face.
When Baker heard this, he turned his head in confusion——
"ohmygod..."
His expression suddenly became dull, and he even subconsciously spoke the Xilu dialect that they rarely used anymore.
Just in the distance between their eyes, on the sea level, a streamlined, huge battleship with the dual beauty of power and art, with the unique light gray color of steel, is slowly appearing from top to bottom...
Afterwards, countless hazy and huge steel ship shadows in the storm also curled up on the sea level. (To be continued...)
ps: There will be an additional chapter in ten minutes.