A row of new graves stood beside the grass, and everyone rested here for a day before setting off on the road again.
There is no doubt that Tataro became the most depressed of the group, and even including Sharpa, everyone really didn't have much of a good face for this guy.
Todora was also depressed by the damn "probability" mistake of the life magic he used at the critical moment.
Char was directly annoyed and called the magician a waste.
Although Dora had already mentioned that the life spell left behind by the turtle "Hirafinkya" was incomplete, and that this life magic had flaws that were difficult to overcome, it was not Toddoro's own will.
Without the pursuit of the lizard swarm, and without the leadership of the Zaku Turen, Char took Sharbadodoro and the remaining three mercenaries, and six people formed the final team.
Fortunately, Ah Zuo had already told Char the route map before, and as a hunter turtle born in the mountain forest, with the guidance of the road map provided by Ah Zuo, this huge mountain forest would be difficult for Char.
They first made their way back to the stream, and then walked along the stream all the way upstream to the north.
This process lasted about four days before finally reaching the source of the stream.
It is a lake in the middle of the mountains, and the surrounding verdant forests and the thick fallen leaves on the ground around the lake indicate that there is very little biological activity here.
Char forbade everyone to leave the party and go alone, and the lake gave him a bad feeling.
Moreover, the road map left by Ah Zuo indicated the lake, but on the very scribbled map, a big "X" was marked on the location of the lake.
It is clear that on the road map of the Zakutu people, this lake is not a good place.
The ground by the lake is very soft, and when you walk on it, you will sink deep into the mud with every step of your foot.
"Don't stop, get out of here immediately."
Char frowned and looked at the calm lake, the water was obviously very clear, and there was no trace of danger around, but the uneasiness in Char's heart could not be erased.
No one disagreed with Char's order, and after a brief replenishment of water, everyone hurried out of the lake.
I went all the way to the east, but after walking for less than half an hour, I found a mountain stream in front of me.
This wide gap made everyone dispel the intention of jumping from above for the first time: the width in front of them, even Char, who was the best in the team, did not have the ability to jump over.
This mountain stream is like an ancient god, a crack in the earth with an axe, standing next to the mountain stream and looking down, not seeing the bottom, but faintly as if to see a black mist floating below, deep and deep, Char seemed to stay for a while, staring at the fog for a while.
"Did you hear anything," Char suddenly turned to look at Sharpa.
Sharpa, who was unpacking the water bag to drink, shook his head: "No, did you hear anything?"
"It could be some rat or something."
Char thought for a moment and looked around, this mountain stream is very long, and the left and right sides are boundless, if you want to go around, I am afraid that I don't know how many more unjust roads I have to walk.
"Or, let's cut some vines and make ropes and find a way to climb to the other side."
Sharpa looked at Char and said with a wry smile: "I suspect that this damn mountain stream is probably dozens of miles long, and if we go around, we will have to walk a lot more." ” Char approved this idea, and several mercenaries immediately took axes to cut down the vines around, the big trees in the mountain forest are extremely thick, and the vines on them are at least as thick as a human arm, each one is very tough and strong, even if a strong man holds a sharp axe, he has to cut it three or five times with all his strength to cut one.
What's even more bizarre is that after these vines are cut off, the broken incisions are like human limbs, and a very large amount of proportional mucus will flow, as if bleeding, these liquids are sticky and have a pungent smell.
When it gets on your hands, it can quickly cause a tingling itch.
The width of the mountain stream reached at least thirty meters, and several people were busy until it was almost dark, and finally enough length of vines were collected, Char used a few ropes to tie the vines to a short spear that was picked up, and the other end was directly tied to the trunk of a large tree near the mountain stream.
Char, who had the greatest strength, grabbed the short spear tied to the vine, stepped back a little, and then ran a few steps, with the power of running, and fiercely penetrated the short spear to the opposite side of the mountain stream, and finally, with a poof, the short spear pierced into a big tree on the opposite side of the mountain stream, stuck in the trunk, Char pulled it twice hard, and after making sure that it was firmly fixed, he looked at the people around him: "I'll climb over first, and then think of a way." ” "Wait a minute."
Duoduoluo suddenly stopped Char, and then in the puzzled eyes of others, Duoduoluo lifted another vine on the ground and walked to Char's side, looking a little timid: "Master, tie a vine to your body, in case something happens, there is also a guarantee." ” Char glanced at Tadoro, this magician was scolded too hard by him all the way, and he obviously looked a little cringe at the moment.
Char sighed and whispered, "Thank you." ” A vine was also tied to his waist, and Sharpa and the others grabbed the other end, and Char began his first attempt.
After all, he was born in the mountains, and this kind of thing of walking on a single-plank bridge in the deep mountains is no stranger to turtles, and if necessary, he can even be more dexterous than an ape.
The vine was across the mountain stream, like a rope bridge, and when Char walked on it, although because of his weight, the vine quickly sank, and it swayed and swayed, a little swinging, but the turtle walked very steadily, and soon he walked to the middle of the mountain stream.
Sharpa and the others behind him originally held their breath, but seeing that Char's skills were so sharp, everyone couldn't help but relax, and they were about to let out one or two cheers Suddenly, at this time, on the left side of the mountain stream, a strong wind suddenly swept from the upper reaches of the huge cliff This strong wind came without warning, as if it suddenly swept over the tree and vine bridge where Char was located, and was suddenly blown high by the strong wind, rippling like a swing Char, who was standing on it, suddenly shouted, and his body fell from above, and the Sharpa and others behind him exclaimed at the same time, but when the turtle rolled down, his feet hooked hard, and he hooked the tree vine with the arch of his foot, so he didn't fall down in the end, but the wind seemed to be blowing more and more violently, and the vine was blown back and forth, and he was in the wind, his head was down, and his eyes couldn't be opened by the wind, so he could only hook the rope with his feet desperately, relying on strong strength and flexibility.
Reluctantly bent over, holding the vine with both hands.
But even so, he was like a leaf in the wind, blown up and down, and finally, snapped This crisp cracking sound, everyone heard it clearly, probably because the wind was blowing too violently, and the amplitude of the tree vines was too large, and finally broke in the middle, and Char, who was holding the tree vines, didn't even shout, just screamed directly, and fell into the mountain stream in the air "Hell See" Sharpa roared, and a few mercenaries hurriedly hugged the end of the tree vine connected to Char's body, and sure enough, the pulling power soon came, Sharba and the others hugged it, and after feeling the force of Char's body falling, they pulled back desperately.
Sharpa kept shouting: "Char Char, you're not dead, are you?"
He shouted five or six times before he finally got Char's answer, and the voice of the turtle came from the mountain stream: "Lao Tzu is not fucking dead, he hit the mountain wall, and a branch almost stabbed Lao Tzu in the eye" Sharba laughed, and the guy grinned in relief: "Don't move, we'll pull you up" He turned around and shouted: "Brothers, work hard" The vines were dragged tightly on the edge of the cliff of the mountain stream, and there was a "click" sound in the friction, and after pulling only a few meters, Char suddenly heard Char shouting loudly below: "Stop, stop, stop" "What's wrong," Sharpa immediately hugged the vine.
"Put me down" In the mountain stream, Char's voice carried a kind of surprise: "There seems to be something too far down the fuck, Lao Tzu can't see clearly, put me down Fucking slow, don't put it too fast" The turtle felt that he couldn't breathe well, and when he fell from it just now, fortunately the tree vine tied around his waist pulled him, but the force of the fall was all on Char's waist, and it hurt him so much that he almost fainted.
The vine tightly strangled his waist, and he immediately felt that it was a little difficult to breathe, and just now because of the force of the fall, he was pulled by the vine, and when his body hit the mountain wall, a raised branch on the mountain wall almost poked directly on his forehead Even if Char's body was strengthened by dragon blood, such a violent poke made his eyes blacken, and if that part was only two fingers wide on the ground, it would directly poke into the turtle's eyes He still maintained his head-down position, and the blood in his whole body rushed to his head, making him feel dizzy, and if this position was maintained for too long, he even suspected that he would be brain congested.
But fortunately, grasping the mountain wall, Char reluctantly hugged a raised stone and adjusted his posture, which was slightly relieved.
At this moment, his body had submerged into the black mist in the mountain stream, and when he looked up, the mist was hazy, and he couldn't see anything on it at all.
In this mist, Char only felt the damp and unbearable smell of moldy rancid air breathed into his nose.
The smell reminded him of goblin bathwater Just when he heard the roar of the Sharpa above and was about to climb up, very accidentally, Char looked down completely subconsciously.
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Just at a glance The fog below seemed to be much thinner, Char hung on the mountain wall, and seemed to be able to vaguely see the bottom of the mountain stream, although it was still a little vague, but in the haze, some strange outlines made Char a little curious.
After he stopped the shalpa, he felt that he was listening to him, and after putting down the vine little by little, Char gasped, and forcefully loosened the vine on his waist a little, first let himself breathe a little easier, and then touched it in his arms, felt a branch, and then wrapped it in a prepared ball of cloth soaked in some special plant powder of viscous ointment, and quickly took out the fire clip in his arms and hit it twice.
With a bang, a flame ignited, and soon the ointment on the cloth was ignited.
This fire-making thing was learned from the Zaku natives, and it was made by mashing the fruit of a plant that grows in the mountains.
Carrying this small torch, Char shook it in his hand, then took a deep breath, and threw the small torch down to the bottom of himself, and the flame passed through the black mist, swayed, and finally fell to the bottom of the valley, which made Char breathe a sigh of relief, the bottom of the valley was indeed a dry place, not a river, and the torch was about ten meters high from his position, and by the light of the fire in the fog, although it was still very vague, But the clarity is enough for the sharp-eyed turtle to see a lot of things.
After seeing it clearly, the turtle's eyes immediately widened "Let go and let go," Char shouted loudly, and then little by little he dragged the vines and carefully climbed down the mountain wall.
Unfortunately, when he shouted the tenth "put", the roar of Sharpa came from overhead, and because of the distance, or because of the strange black mist, Sharpa's voice sounded a little indistinct.
"The length of the vine is not enough at the end" Char sighed, at this moment he was still five or six meters away from the bottom of the mountain stream, he hesitated for a moment, and shouted: "You wait for me not to pull the rope when will I call you to pull it, pull it again" After receiving the response from the Sharpa above, Char took a deep breath, and then quickly untied the vine around his waist.
It was only five or six meters above the ground, and this height was difficult for Char, so he quickly and skillfully found a few places on the mountain wall to borrow strength, and finally jumped down lightly and skillfully.
The valley floor of the mountain stream is very narrow, so to speak, the whole mountain stream, if it were cut cross-sectionally, then its shape should be "V" shaped.
The part at the bottom of the valley was only about three or four meters wide, and after Char landed, he immediately felt the hard thud of the ground under his feet, which shook the soles of his own feet.
He immediately picked up the torch on the ground that he had dropped before, this torch only burned less than a third, Char raised it in his hand, shook it at the bottom of the mountain stream, there was almost no vegetation, not even any thorns and dead branches, etc., but when Char picked up the torch, he alarmed a fat mouse, and the thing writhed its fat body, and quickly ran away.
Char stood at the bottom of the valley, looked ahead, then turned around and looked behind, under the light of the torches, Char's face expression was extremely strange, and he took a deep breath, as if talking to himself.
"Oh my God, look what I found" The ground was full of broken armor and weapons, and some rotten bones, these things were everywhere in such a place, how to describe it There is no doubt that this is the remains of an ancient battlefield At the bottom of this narrow mountain stream, if you stand in it, you will feel as if it is a narrow "passage".
Now Char was standing in the middle of the passage, and all he could see in front of him were tattered and rotten weapons, armor, and skeletons.
Unlike the obvious Byzantine armor, these remnants are more peculiar in style.
Today, the country with the highest recognized armor-making skills in the world is Byzantium, and Byzantium's hill armor is already a very high-grade armor, and Char himself has a very good set of hill armor.
However, standing here, Char only glanced at it, and immediately identified something that surprised him This ruin, this ancient ruin, I don't know how many years have passed, these things that I have seen, not to mention, just armor, seem to be much higher than the hill armor of the Byzantine Empire Yes, there is no doubt that it is advanced, and it is leading The closest to Char was a skeleton shelf leaning against the mountain wall, and the owner of the skeleton had probably sat on the ground before he died, his back pressed against the mountain wall, his head drooping.
When Char walked over, a mouse about the size of Char's fist crawled on the other party's helmet, and it slipped away with a squeak.
Char quickly grabbed the helmet, which was like a ball-shaped helmet, not like the general helmet commonly used by the Byzantines, nor like the horned helmet used by the Odin, the round shape looked a little ridiculous.
But what surprised Char was that this round helmet was actually a complete whole When I held it in my hand, I clearly felt its unity It is not nailed up with pieces of iron, but it seems to be a complete iron helmet Although Char was not very skilled in blacksmithing, he also understood that such a complete round helmet without any seams was not yet capable of being made by the Byzantine blacksmiths he knew The style of today's helmets is generally made of some fine steel or iron pieces that have been tempered, and then put together, and the seams are marked with raised steel nails, which looks like a spirit and can also ensure the degree of sturdiness.
But this helmet is as if it is made with an abrasive, and then directly poured into it with molten iron, and after cooling, it is a complete iron bowl But Char understands that it is definitely not so easy to make a helmet like an iron bowl, but it is by no means as simple as directly grinding it with molten iron A good metal material needs to be beaten to eliminate impurities, if you just grind it directly, you may be able to make an iron bowl, but the material in it must be mixed What's more, the helmet was rounded without any deformation, that is, it was definitely not hammered by blacksmiths with hammers.
Throwing the round helmet in his hand aside, Char leaned over to take a closer look at the armor on the dead guy for an unknown number of years.
There was no doubt that the style of this armor was completely different from any armor that Char knew of now.
First of all, instead of using something like a "cuirass", it uses an archaic style that is almost complete, similar to a "plate armor".
It stands to reason that such plate armor has a strong defense against blunt weapon attacks, but it lacks the necessary role in the face of attacks by sharp weapons such as bows and arrows.
But most of this "plate armor" uses a convex spherical shape, which makes up for this very highly.
Char saw an iron rod about ten centimeters in the skeleton's hand, he picked it up, it was already full of green embroidery marks, Char took it in his hand and weighed it.
Perhaps, this thing is more like an iron bar, thick at the ends and thin in the middle, and there is a piece in the middle that resembles a gauntlet.
Char grasped it in his hand and felt that the weight of this thing was far heavier than it looked.
There was also a small trigger-like thing on the grip, Char tried to press it twice, probably because it was too old, something in it was rusty, Char pressed it twice, but there was no response, he tried to knock it on the stone twice, and immediately a fine piece of iron dust fell from it.
When he pressed that trigger again, it clicked After two dull sounds, I saw the two ends of the iron bar, and suddenly a round piece of iron was instantly supported It's like a folding fan The thick pieces of iron were made by stacking them one by one, and once they were opened, they became a complete and delicate round shield in their hands Yes, this is a shield that can be retracted I'm afraid that even dwarves may not be able to make such a process Char was stunned, looking at the small shield in his hand, he was stunned for a long time, and then without hesitation, Char took out an empty cloth bag from his arms and threw things into it.
As far as the eye can see, the passage at the bottom of this mountain stream is full of fallen skeletons.
These guys, I don't know when they died, the armor they wear, the weapons they use, are all things Char has never seen before.
What surprised Char even more was that these things, they sat on the ground staggeringly, and some of them lay on the ground and died, but they obviously didn't have any scars In other words, the skeletons of these things left behind tend to be intact, and there is no fatal injury to be seen from the death of any weapon attack.
To Char's surprise, he quickly overturned his speculation that this was an "ancient battlefield".
Because very simply, all the deceased, the weapons they wear and use, seem to be of the same style, that is, the dead here, they should all belong to the same group None of them looked like corpses left behind by enemies.
In the mountain stream, looking around, a cursory look, such corpses are only afraid of thousands of pieces, and there may be more in the distance.
So many corpses, if they were an army, judging from the equipment of these guys, this is obviously an "elite", but so many elites, all of them died in this place, in this dark and invisible valley.
Died in such obscurity.
"These guys, it's not like they were killed."
Char walked all the way, he was still collecting these strange armor weapons at first, but he soon gave up, because there were too many of these things, "These guys, look at these corpses, these skeletons, they seem to be very calm when they die, is it suicide?"
When Char said this, he couldn't help but shake his head: "It's impossible to be in this place, the number of these guys is at least a few thousand, and there may be more elite troops with such equipment in the distance, even if it comes to the most critical moment, they will not choose to commit suicide collectively."
What surprised Char even more was that he walked all the way a hundred and ten meters and saw so many corpses, and the weapons used by these guys, or the weapons that Char picked up, surprised him very much.
The shape of the knife and sword does not seem to be much different from today, the only difference is that the size of these weapons is not too large, short blades and short swords.
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But not every corpse is equipped with these fighting weapons.
What Char saw more was that the skeletons were staggering and dying in the valley, but there was something like an iron pipe next to them.
Iron pipe, of course, is Char's name.
In fact, these things, about the length of a short spear and about the thickness of an arm, were hollowed out at one end and rounded inside, while the other end was made into a bracket, and Char picked one up and tried it a few times in his hand before finding the trick.
As if this was a long-range attack weapon similar to a "hand crossbow".
It's just that its shape is much larger than that of a hand crossbow, but Char didn't see any crossbow arrows.
"Obviously, this is a long-range weapon like a crossbow arrow, a firing device, but what is it that is fired" Char frowned.
In addition, what surprised him was that all these "iron pipes", the pipes inside, were polished very round, without a trace of flaws.
Finally, after walking forward for a while, a big guy in front of him answered Char's question.
A huge metal shelf rested in the middle of the stream, two metal wheels, one of which had rotted, leaving the contents of it crooked to the side.
And there is a thick round iron pipe erected on it, maybe it is not iron.
The shape of this thing made Char understand at a glance: "This seems to be a cannon." ” The Byzantine Empire has this thing, and the Rantis also has it, and Odin also has it.
But the cannon in this world is not a weapon, but more of a ceremonial thing, and its only function is: to fire fireworks.
Char had seen the appearance of a salute in Yanjing, that kind of thing is like this, there are wheels underneath, and every time it is fired, the people next to it can fill it with some special materials that have been wrapped, and then light it with a bang, and you can spray out the kind of fireworks that make children cheer during festivals and celebrations.
But this thing in front of you is obviously not a ceremonial thing The base of the cannon was a square thing, and Char looked at it carefully, and after knocking off most of the rust with a fire fork, he saw some vague patterns left on it.
"It seems to be," Char hesitated.
"Don't doubt it, these are the patterns of the magic array."
In her mind, Dora sighed: "Look at this barrel, there is also this pattern, and it must be a spiral pattern. ” Char immediately double-checked some of them, and sure enough, they were all as Dora said.
"Boy, congratulations, what you have found is a treasure that has been completely extinct in this world so far, if you can carry it completely outside, then any great magician will be willing to exchange all his property with you" Although the content of Dora's words was inspiring, her tone was clearly marked by a deep mockery.
"What the hell is this," Char frowned.
"It's very simple, have you ever heard of the magic cannon," Dora smiled, and then said: "Of course you haven't heard of it, boy, because you are a turtle, you don't even know the history of the Demon War, in fact, many truths are unknown to ordinary people, these things are only in the hands of a few top classes in your human world, such as those great magicians, they can have the opportunity to see those mysterious texts that have been handed down from ancient times." ” Char grinned and knocked on the half-rotten iron frame beside him: "This thing is very powerful" "Awesome" Dora snorted: "Legend has it that the magic cannon is a magical weapon, it is the best weapon that combines machinery and magic, and the magic cannon with the most powerful energy is extremely powerful, as long as one shot, it can kill a dragon directly" One shot and one dragon Char opened his mouth, and the turtle immediately widened his eyes and looked at this thing carefully, and then he shook his head and sighed: "It's a pity that it's a rotten one." ” Then he suddenly had a cleverness: "Then those iron pipes, are they all magic cannons, I see, those iron pipes are a bit like the miniature version of the magic cannons you said." ” "Congratulations, you guessed it right again."
Dora's voice was gloomy: "Those things, if I'm not mistaken, in the ancient texts, called them demonic fires.
These are all weapons with magical powers, and you can understand that these are bows and crossbows with magical powers.
Legend has it that a single launch of demonic fire can easily kill an elite samurai."
Demon Fire Char looked around: "The magic cannon that easily kills a dragon can easily kill a samurai's magic fire damn, where did these dead things come from, these guys' equipment is so powerful, how can they all die in this kind of ghost place" Dora was sighing, and her "shy" laughter rang in Char's mind, and the laughter was filled with disdain and mockery: "You have actually guessed a little bit about the proud human beings, but your subconscious mind doesn't want to think about that possible surname, right?"
Char's face changed suddenly He raced past several skeletons, lifting them up one by one to take a closer look at them before throwing them away.
These "things", their sizes, are clearly some kind of advanced race of creatures that walk upright However, in terms of physical appearance, they are much shorter than humans, similar in stature to dwarves, but not as majestic as dwarves, and appear thinner.
"It's not humans, they're much shorter than humans, they're not elves, and I've never seen elves, but I've heard that elves are about the same size as humans."
Char's breath was a little short: "It's not that dwarves are more majestic than these things, are they?"
"They are" Char took a deep breath, and her face suddenly became very exciting: "They, they are" "Goblin" Dora's voice was smiling maliciously: "Congratulations, you have found the ancient era, the real, the dominant race of this world, the real goblin" Goblins Seeing such a group of "ancient", "real" goblins looking at these Char should be very familiar with these "things", wearing armor that is more elite and advanced than humans, and using weapons that are more powerful and powerful than humansThere is no doubt that these dead goblins, if they are really an "army", then excluding the combat effectiveness of individual warriors, just from their equipment, it is enough to overwhelm the elite level of any Byzantine army that Char knows What it's like As you can imagine, a group of despicable and ignorant monkeys who only know how to scream "Okeok", who do not bathe all year round, and who will kill each other indiscriminately for a small bag of food, suddenly appear before your eyes, fully armed, in the form of the most sophisticated group form of the biological race, and look very powerful, "I know what you are thinking, boy.
Dora's voice became very serious: "These are real goblins, real high-level intelligent creatures, and the things you encounter that can only scream Ork, these guys are the masters above all other creatures in ancient times" After a pause, Dora whispered, "Based on the texts I've seen, I've never heard of anyone finding any complete goblin civilization ruins, so look around, and maybe find something else."
To be continued 〗Hanyu Pinyin "" is simple and easy to remember: