"Don't worry, as long as I'm still here, it means nothing will happen to you."
When Feng Yu saw Lu Tan lost in thought, he spoke.
Lu Tran had heard such words before, and he didn't know why at the time, but now it sounds like there may be some intersection between Lu Tran's future and Feng Yu's past, so at least in Feng Yu's perception, Lu Tran
The trip is now safe.
"That's great. When do we leave?"
Lu Jian asked.
"Any time."
Feng Yu replied.
Lu Tan didn't let Feng Yu wait too long. He tidied up and opened the Quiet Land panel again.
[Whether to enter a quiet place]
【whether】
After glancing at Feng Yu beside him, Lu Tan chose [Yes].
Suddenly, a strong wind blew up in the house. In the strong wind, yellow sand filled the sky, blocking the view, blowing the entire house apart, the walls collapsed, and the bricks and stones were swirling in the tornado. This unprecedented mania made Lu Tiao feel...
Something special.
At this moment, a hand grabbed him.
Lu Tiao looked to the side. Feng Yu was grabbing Lu Tiao's hand and opening up a slightly secluded path in the dark purple thunder and lightning set off by the tornado.
At the same time, in Lu Jian's field of vision, the cold and indifferent words of "Land of Silence" appeared.
[The time flow rate in foreign lands is inconsistent with that in the main world]
[This time ratio: 1:1]
【Heading to the wasteland】
The storm quickly obscured his vision, but Feng Yu's hand held Lu Tiao firmly. When he felt that the storm subsided and the surrounding area became quiet, Lu Tiao found that he was standing in a piece of sand.
The sky is blue, without a single cloud. In front, under the sun, a majestic city rises from the ground, blocking the horizon.
Most of the city is made of dark masonry buildings. There are no high-rise buildings, only a pyramid-like thing standing in the center.
Around the city, there is an endless stream of caravans riding strange creatures. The closer to the city, the denser the people. It is like the last fire of human civilization in the desert, shining brightly in the hot sun.
However, Lu Jian felt that this world did seem a lot more prosperous than when he first came to the wasteland.
"This is Utopia, the largest city-state in the wasteland."
Feng Yu pointed to the city.
She didn't know when she had put on a desert-style dress and covered her hair with cloth.
Lu Tiao was still wearing short-sleeved clothes.
The two of them moved towards the city, and Feng Yu said as they walked.
"The city-states in the wasteland are countries. Each city-state has its own saint. In other words, the inheritance of the saint is the basis for their establishment of the city-state."
“What exactly is a saint?”
Lu Jian asked. The gravel was quite soft when he stepped on it. The shoes he used for walking in the city quickly got into the sand.
"Saints are also called famous ones in this foreign land. Some people say that because most people in the wasteland have no names, famous people will become extraordinary ones. But in fact, it is just the opposite. The name of a saint itself is a kind of power."
Feng Yu watched Lu Tiao take off her shoes, pour a lot of sand out of them, then put them on again, and she continued.
"Since pollution is a kind of knowledge, why can't names become pollution?"
"You mean, these names themselves have power? But they are all names in the mythical history of the earth, nothing special."
Lu Tian tried to think of Achilles' name in his mind, but nothing unusual happened.
If the taboo name of the Old Ones would lead to pollution, then Lu Jian would think it was normal, but that is not the case now.
"In our mouths, some names are not taboo, right?"
Feng Yu glanced at Lu Tan.
"You think these names are not contaminated because you have already adapted to them. But for the wasteland, these names and the meaning behind them are quite powerful pollution."
Having said this, Feng Yu stopped. At this moment, they were walking on a sand dune. Further down, there was a bustling desert market outside an oasis.
There are many such oases scattered around the city, and in the city, there are small lakes and large expanses of greenery.
"It's like, do you think there has ever been a person with a similar name in this world?"
Feng Yu said.
Lu Tiao was startled.
Indeed, he himself knows Utopia and Achilles, and thinks that these are very normal names and their deeds are common sense.
But the wasteland is a foreign land.
In the history of the wilderness, the names of these saints may not exist at all.
Then, the origin of these names is very questionable.
Perhaps it was the knowledge spread by a certain chosen one when the wasteland was just rebuilt, or perhaps it was the random rumors that were spread into people's ears at the whim of some great being.
In short, these names that did not come from the wilderness came here and gained strength. Their legends formed the foundation of the saints and became the cornerstone of the establishment of the wasteland city-state.
Rounding up is also a good thing.
It is difficult for Lu Jian to say that if the wasteland had not been led by saints and these city-states had not been established, whether they could have survived until now. At least, in a world that has become the end of the world, extraordinary power is always useful.
The two came to the city gate. The guards here were not too strict. The cities in the wasteland were extremely far apart. Most of the people who could reach here were business travelers. They shuttled through the desert filled with yellow sand.
, trading specialties from different city-states and making profits.
Walking into the city, Lu Jian saw the low houses on both sides of the simple and plain main road, as well as the vendors along the street.
The items sold by these stalls are very strange. Most of them are cans, spoons and other metal products. Occasionally, you can see some stone sculptures. As for food or clothes, you can hardly see them.
It can also be understood that the nature of the wasteland is still in the desert, and resources are scarce. Except for the relics of the previous era that explorers found from the ruins, everything else should be prepared uniformly, and there will be no excess food for sale.
On the roadside, someone was eating from a broken iron can. The can was filled with a brown semi-solid that looked like paste. He drank it in one gulp and wiped his mouth, feeling quite satisfied.
Lu Tuan remembered that one of the major food sources in the wasteland was insects, but now it seemed that there were other crops.
"Please support our Huangsha Brotherhood, Master Iron Snake will lead everyone to live a good life!"
Lu Tan heard shouts not far away. Many people gathered there. Lu Tan and Feng Yu looked at each other and followed them.
They found that in the center of the crowd, there were several young men and a large pot with the brown paste stewed in it. They were shouting and distributing food to others.
As a result, the place was completely surrounded.
Thinking of this, Lu Tiao took out a bowl from nowhere and put it over.
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