Old days in the box

Chapter 359 Why did the Frost Giant come to join in the fun?
Zhou Xiao was a little confused, and the sliding arrow clicked on the personal biography of this crystal clear king.

"Tutankaka, King of the Loess Empire, 78 years old."

"The ruler of the great world of Nero Kaka (the name of the Rock Man Civilization for the Middle Court) was appointed by the Lord of the Deep Sea who controls all the sea water in the world and became the 107th ruler of the Loess Empire (self-identified), After persevering in the cold wave crisis targeting the world of Nero Kaka, I finally got a miracle from the Lord of the Deep Sea and disintegrated this shocking conspiracy to annihilate the desert!"

"Click to see more information."

"What's this all about..." Zhou Xiao was completely confused by this very personal character and said, covering his face.

The current king of the Loess Empire, the suffix of his name is Kaka, so forget it, so why are even the biographies of the characters so full of secondary feeling?
Also, what the hell are those parenthetical comments in character biographies!

R'lye and the other old marines present were also confused by this, and they did not follow the thoughts of the glass king whose body was reflecting light.

But King Tutankaka did not notice their confusion, and still ran up to the throne on the stone foundation, and excitedly took out a heavy dusty book.

"The records in the Great History of Loess are indeed accurate! The desert is the center of the world of Nero Kaka and the origin of all civilizations! At the beginning of creation, the great Lord of the Deep Sea created us, the Rock Human Tribe, out of water and soil, and appointed us to manage this world. World, all this must be God’s arrangement!”

"Great divine envoys, you must have been sent by the Lord of the Deep Sea to help us solve the cold wave crisis, right?"

Hearing this, Raleye and the Old Navy were completely speechless.

Therefore, according to their latest calendar calculation, at least four loess years have passed in the Nile Continent since Godzilla began to swim in the courtyard.

The ebb and flow of the tide became the measure by which they recorded days and months, storms were signs of the birth of great men, and tsunamis were expressions of the wrath of God.

Despite the king's exaggerated words and Chuuni's statement, his expression didn't look like he was lying.

It seems that this loess empire built in the desert is more isolated than they imagined. Not only is its production technology backward, but its understanding of the outside world is also seriously lacking.

"That's what we originally thought! But on the third day after the sun rose again, the cold wave swept to the edge of the desert again, extending its claws of invasion to us again! They must be coveting the center of the world. !”

Raleye finally couldn't help but interrupt King Tutankhakar's passionate speech and tried to get to the point with him.

The king's expression became anxious and he shouted loudly outside the stone palace.

"Calm down, King. I am indeed here on behalf of the great Sons of the Old One this time, but it is not to solve any crisis...Besides, hasn't the cold wave of the winter in Finbul been dispelled by the sun?"

"The vicious invaders from outside the world want to turn our desert treasure land into permanent frozen soil and seize the home of our rock people! It's really hard to explain clearly in words...Dolkaka, Tamburkaka! Bring! God’s envoys go and see for yourself!”

Due to the year-round high temperatures, almost no one except the rock people can live here for a long time. They are surrounded by the endless yellow sand in the middle of the desert, and naturally they have developed the custom of worshiping sea water and the ocean.

"What exactly is the cold wave crisis you are talking about?" Raleye couldn't help but ask.

This huge king of monsters will pass back and forth along the coast of the Gold Coast according to a certain pattern. Occasionally, it will even roll over from the shore and quickly swing its ridge-like tail.

"I bet you, everyone in the country has Kaka in their name, right? It's too abstract..." Zhou Xiao could no longer complain and just continued to move the camera, following their footsteps into the desert.

Two strong soldiers with granite muscles walked in, took the king and Raleye out of the palace, crossed the town where the rock people gathered, and continued towards the depths of the desert.

Of course, this situation has become more serious since Zhou Xiao unified the maritime authority and sent Godzilla to cruise the sea.

But since the five-day blazing sun returned to the world, the Fimbul Winter should have completely disappeared from the courtyard. How could there still be a cold wave left here, and also in this extremely hot desert place?

The original rock people prophets weaved these marine phenomena into their witchcraft scriptures, giving more meaning to these sea wonders.

Over time, the ocean has become an elusive holy land in their hearts, and the face of the Lord of the Deep Sea has become increasingly blurred, giving people a fear of unpredictable grace and power.

They will kneel down and pray for a long time facing the direction of the sea, and regard every oasis water source they find as a gift from the Lord of the Deep Sea. They will integrate all the visions that appear on the sea into their own worldview, and provide these wonders with Weaving out an understanding unique to the rock people.

This miraculous phenomenon of giant beasts passing by immediately attracted great attention from the Rock People, and even caused the two desert countries on the Nile Continent to rarely stop the war. The two sides sat down to discuss the phenomenon of this giant beast passing by. It is designated as the alternate symbol of each year in the Nile continent.

However, as the journey deepened, Raleye and the fellow deep divers gradually realized that something was wrong.

The temperature in this place is really slowly and subtly lowering.

Raleye looked up at the endless sky. The celestial miracles that circled for five days were still moving between the universe, and they were giving the most direct scorching heat to this desert.

Logically speaking, there is no possibility of the temperature in this place dropping.

Moreover, as they advanced, the number of light-concentrating towers built by volcanic slaves along the way gradually increased. They all stood on both sides of the road, forming a wall-like protection, constantly refracting and focusing the sunlight in the sky.

If it were an ordinary place, with so many towers gathering sunlight and dissipating heat at the same time, it would have been steamed long ago.

But not only did it not feel hot here, but it felt cooler and cooler, as if something at the end of the road had sucked all the heat away.

The two soldiers took them to the end of the road, and together with King Tutankaka, they climbed onto the high tower wall built by the rock men, and looked outside the wall that was always on guard.

There, they finally saw what the cold wave crisis that the king had been talking about was.

The civilization of the rock people may be ignorant and backward, thinking that they are the center of the atrium, but there is one thing they will not be mistaken about, that is, the enemy has indeed attacked.

Deep in the desert far away from the towns of the Loess Empire, an extremely ugly dark black flame was burning fiercely in the void.

This black fire tore apart the barrier of reality, carrying indescribable terrifying power to open up the barrier between realms, allowing the endless cold wave from another world to cross this ugly crack and rush into this desert.

A large number of light-concentrating towers were built here, absorbing the sunlight from the sky. After refraction, they all focus on the center of this crack, throwing a large amount of light and heat there. However, those hair-raising cold waves continued to leak out crazily, turning all the nearby deserts into frozen soil, spreading around like cancer.

In the center of the empty desert, there is such a battlefield where light, heat and cold conflict sharply!
Zhou Xiao frowned, and the huge spirit came from the sky with a strange divine gaze.

He knew that it was no ordinary cold wave, but he also knew that it was not the remnants of the Fimbull Winter.

It was the cold wave coming from the glacial world that had been frozen for thousands of years, Jotunheim, the country of giants. It was a living storm and a primitive life that was born together with Jotunheim.

The forbidden knowledge of divinity burst into Zhou Xiao's mind, as if he saw countless lost words come to life, narrating the long history of the gods to him.

It gave birth to all the frost giants and mountain giants in the world, and it always wanted to erode other worlds outside of Jotunheim, until the entire nine realms were frozen in the ultimate heat death, losing all possibility of movement.

But how could the cold wave from Jotunheim, the country of giants, leak out from the courtyard?

"Look! That's the cold wave coming from outside! They come one after another with the last cold wave, trying to replace our desert with endless cold and rob us of the center of the world of Nile Kaka!"

The king pointed at the cold storm and shouted loudly with righteous indignation. At this time, R'lye finally understood why the light-concentrating towers they saw along the way were built.

It turns out that those were not useless things that the Loess Empire drove slaves to build, but their city walls and guards.

They were preparing in advance for this cold crack.

"How is this possible?" Raleye looked to the left and right, and the elven deep divers accompanying her also showed puzzled looks.

They are all just old relatives who have been blessed by the gods, and have never visited other worlds outside the atrium. Naturally, they do not know what the living storm from Jotunheim is, but the madness and erosion contained in this cold wave, But they really felt it.

"Besides the cold wave, have there been any other unusual phenomena?"

"There are no other phenomena... but the high tower we built failed to suppress the invasion of the cold wave. The temperature in this area has dropped a lot. If it is allowed to leak like this, our great Loess Empire may... "

King Tutankaka sighed, and the crystal clear crystal rock body seemed to dim. Occasionally, around them, completely frozen volcanic rock slaves could be seen being carried out one by one. It can be seen that the leakage of the cold wave has not Get control.

But how could such a spatial rift suddenly open between Jotunheim, the country of giants, and the Atrium?

Zhou Xiao moved the mouse pointer over, wanting to click on the crack to view it.

But the crack itself is not a specific object, so no window pops up.

The power to travel between different realms should be controlled and controlled by the authority of the gate.

But the crack in front of me was burning with abhorrent black flames, constantly corroding the barrier of reality and forcibly opening a dark and chaotic passage. It was definitely not caused by the power of the gate's authority.

But then the question becomes more complicated and confusing. Who is bypassing the God of Door Keys, forcibly opening the gap between the realms by some unknown method, and introducing the cold wave of the Kingdom of Giants into the atrium?
Without having time to think about it, Zhou Xiao immediately wrote a short command in the new text document and threw it to the world in the window.

A huge piece of paper fell from the sky with a strange wind, and suddenly landed on the sand not far away.

Raleye and a group of deep-diving elves who were familiar with the miracles of the past raised their heads and looked at the giant paper miracle that fell from the sky.

"Close it."

This huge piece of paper did not describe too much unnecessary content, it just gave them the most concise order.

Close this crack in the realm, no matter where it comes from or where it leads.

"Yes, it's a gift from the Lord of the Deep Sea, isn't it? I knew you were the angels who came to save the desert!" King Tutankaka was dumbfounded, and immediately clapped his hands and laughed, making the sound of crystals colliding.

"Escort His Majesty the King to retreat... The rest of the people follow me and close the crack!" The dependents of the old days did not hesitate at all and acted immediately after seeing the order from the sons of the old days. stand up.

Now that the gods have set their sights on this place, they have nothing to hesitate about.

The cause of this crack can be investigated slowly later, but the first thing they have to do now is to close this damn cold wave channel in the name of the past.

R'lye untied the robe belt around his waist and led hundreds of elite deep divers among the deep elves towards the front of the city wall.

There, the cold wave fighting against the gathering light and heat is constantly leaking out in all directions, sweeping up the bone-chilling wind, like an eye of the wind blowing out a steady stream of frost storms.

Raleye took a deep breath, and the tentacles around her waist sensed the vainly rising magic power in her body, and all of them squirmed and grew, extending from her back to her feet.

All the elite deep divers filled their hands with the eight magical winds at the same time, and used the wind of flames to condense into radiant spears and meteors, and threw them towards the eye of the wind filled with cold waves, annihilating the leaked cold waves.

The fire worked. Under their continuous elemental bombardment, the cold wave was suddenly bombarded by light and heat even more than the light-concentrating tower, and continued to shrink from the cracks.

R'lye used his tentacles to wrap up the elite deep divers, soared from the top of the city wall, took off and landed, and came closer to the crack.

They all waved increasingly intense meteor fires in their hands, forming bright red pillars of fire that continued to scorch the cold wave of the crack, evaporating all the spewing frost and letting out twisted wails.

However, just when it seemed that it was about to end, a faint ridicule came from the depths of the crack corroded by black flames.

Zhou Xiaolian suddenly noticed an abnormal will in his sense of the atrium. This crack in the reality of the atrium... was not just the product of an accident!

The black flames deep in the crack suddenly exploded like a resurgence, tearing open the scar that tore reality apart again, forming an even bigger crack.

An even larger amount of cold wave and snow suddenly poured out from this expanding crack, instantly swallowing up the magical fire of the deep divers. At the same time, giant figures shrouded in frost and snow walked out of it!
(End of this chapter)