Doomsday Totem

Chapter 97 The Elders

Following the faint light of the fire, through the barren ruins, Iron Slag came to the collapsed temple.

On the ground in front of the temple, round stone pillars were scattered all over the place, some were broken into several pieces, some were cracked from the middle, and some only had square bases left.The surface of these stone pillars is uneven and riddled with holes. It is hard to imagine what kind of disaster has happened here.

While thinking, he walked over the messy stone pillars and walked up the steps of the temple.Looking down, the stairs are all made of huge stone blocks.At this moment, the surface of the stone was full of pits and cracks, as if it had been bombarded by an invisible force.

In a blink of an eye, he stepped onto the top step.Looking up, the gate of the temple has collapsed.Of the two gateposts, one was askew and the other was broken.Many rocks piled up at the door, blocking the way.Standing in front of the door, one could vaguely see a faint flame coming out from the cracks in the rocks.

He looked left and right, and soon saw a broken wall on the side of the temple.He walked over to observe for a while, and found that this place seemed to have been repaired by someone, as a temporary entrance and exit of the temple.

anyone?

Iron Slag frowned, and walked into the gap in the wall.The front suddenly opened up, and the interior of the temple was very empty, with collapsed stone pillars and building debris everywhere.Looking up, most of the roofs have collapsed, leaving only some broken stones and broken tiles.The bright moonlight penetrated through the gap and sprinkled on the mottled ground.

However, even if it collapses like this, it still doesn't make people feel dangerous.It seems that over time, some kind of stable structure has formed in those collapsed places.

Looking back, there is a stone altar in the middle of the temple.There is a big brazier built on the altar, and there is a trace of pure white flame dancing in the brazier.The faint fire light emanates from here.

He walked over, stood in front of the altar and looked at the dancing flames, feeling an unprecedented peace of mind.It was as if this was his sanctuary, and everything was safe when he came back here.A deep tiredness welled up in his heart, and he relaxed unconsciously.

The flames exuded a faint warmth, and he had never felt such warmth since the fuel was exhausted.

He just stared blankly at the flames, not knowing how long it had been...

"Friends from afar, in front of you is the last fire of the Temple of Glory."

An old and deep voice came from the side, and Tie Slag turned his head to look.I saw an old man holding a candle walking slowly in the depths of the temple.The old man was tall and strong, wearing a gray linen robe, with a string of colorful wooden beads hanging on his chest, and a hemp rope tied around his waist.

The old man came to the side, held a candle in one hand, and stretched out the other hand towards him, saying at the same time, "Hello, friend, I am Kezan Blood Wolf, the guardian of the holy fire."

Iron Slag held onto it, and the old man's palm was broad and warm.With the faint firelight, he finally saw the old man's face clearly.This is an elderly man with a kind face. His face is wide and the wrinkles on his face are deep, but his eyes are piercing and bright.

"I'm Tie Slag, this is my invitation letter..." As he spoke, he fumbled out a small paper tube from his pocket and handed it to the old man.

The old man opened the paper tube, took out the scroll and looked at it carefully for a while, then raised his head, looked at the iron slag, and said solemnly: "My friend, please follow me." After speaking, the old man walked to the depths of the temple with a candle in his hand. place.

Iron Slag followed quickly, then took out the last piece of compressed biscuit from his pocket, tore off the greased paper, and ate it as he walked.He hadn't eaten for many days. Originally, this was saved for the last, as a glimmer of hope.However, now that he had reached the temple, he would not starve to death, so he ate.

"Friend, you..." The old man stopped and asked when he heard the sound of eating.

"Eat... eat something." Tie Slag said while eating.

"Okay, let's wait a while," said the old man.

"Walk while eating..." Tie Slag said.

"My friend, it's not appropriate for us to walk in the hall to commemorate our ancestors and eat while walking." The old man said with a slight smile.

"Understood." Tie Slag responded, ate up the compressed biscuits, patted the residue on his hands, and said, "It's over, let's go."

The old man nodded, turned around and walked towards the depths of the temple.

Iron Slag followed the old man through a long passage, then down a deep staircase, and entered an arched underground passage similar to an air-raid shelter.

Tie Slag looked around curiously, the underground passage was huge, and there seemed to be a lot of things on both sides.The old man's candle was too dim, and he couldn't see what it was, so he took out his flashlight and shone it.

In the dazzling light, a rusty mech appeared on both sides of the passage...

Tie Slag was about to go over to have a closer look, but at this moment, the old man who noticed something strange turned around and came back, stopped him from using the flashlight, and said, "This is the palace where the heroic spirits sleep, you can't use the flashlight to illuminate, it will disturb their long sleep."

"Can these mechas still be driven?" Tie Slag asked.

"The insides are all damaged, and most of them are just empty shells." The old man replied.

"Then why stay here?" Tie Slag asked.He talked a little too much today, but these days, he was alone, except for a few words with Alice occasionally, he basically had no chance to speak.

"This..." The old man paused, and said, "You will understand later, come on, let's go to the reference room first." The old man found that the young man couldn't stay idle, so he had to find something to say, otherwise he would cause trouble everywhere.

"Reference room? I think we should go eat something first." Tie Slag suggested.He hadn't eaten for several days, and he relied on the aftereffects of that "fire of life" to support his body.

"There is hot water and biscuits in the reference room." The old man persuaded.

"It's biscuits again..." Tie Slag said disappointedly.These days, he has eaten biscuits to the point of fear.

"There's a piece of elk leg in the restaurant. I'll get you something to eat after we finish checking the information," said the old man.

"Can't we eat first?" Tie Slag really couldn't wait.

"Do you want to know your own life experience?" the old man asked back.

"Birth experience? What kind of background?" Tie Slag frowned and asked.

"Your parents, your family, your roots." The old man replied.Iron Slag was silent for a while, then nodded his head in agreement.Afterwards, the old man continued walking with a candle in his hand, and Iron Slag followed.

The old and the young walked silently. The passage seemed very long. They hadn't finished walking for twenty minutes.

"Is it very far?" Tie Slag couldn't help asking.

"It's almost there." The old man replied, and then explained that this is the resting place of heroic spirits, where tens of thousands of holy wolf guardians are sleeping.

"You mean, this is the cemetery?" Tie Slag asked.

"You can say the same thing," replied the old man.

"Tens of thousands..." Tie Slag repeated to himself, and added, "But, I didn't smell the corpse."

"It's been nine years since 170, so naturally there's no smell, and..." the old man sighed, his voice full of unspeakable vicissitudes, "Most of the guardians' bodies have been torn apart, and they can't be retrieved. "

The atmosphere suddenly became heavy, the old man waved his hand and said, "These are all things in the past and have nothing to do with you..."

"En." Tie Slag nodded in response.

Then, the old and the young walked in the dark for about ten minutes, and finally reached the end of the passage.The old man opened a wooden door and walked in, then lit the oil lamp on the wall.

Gradually, a dim light illuminates the hall.Standing at the door, you can see that there are bookshelves on both sides, and the bookshelves are full of thick files.

"Young man, the number of your token is 1950, we will start from the genealogy with the number 1950." As he spoke, the old man took out an aluminum lunch box from his arms and handed it to Iron Slag.And Tie Slag recognized it as his own after just one glance, he was too familiar with such things.

"Where is the number, why didn't I see it?" Tie Slag looked at the lunch box and asked.

"Put the holy wolf totem on the box lid over the fire and you'll be able to see the serial number," said the old man.

Iron Slag opened the lid of the box to try it out, but it was baked on the oil lamp for a few seconds, and a group of dark red numbers appeared under the holy wolf logo: "1950"

"Every item of the guardian of the holy wolf is engraved with a unique family number." The old man explained.

"Do I have a family?" Tie Slag didn't think it would be credible, what if the old man Tie found the lunch box in the trash, or his biological parents picked it up in the trash...

Seeming to see Tie Slag's doubts, the old man smiled slightly and said, "The genealogy of the Temple of Brilliance will record the genetic characteristics of this family in detail. If most of them match, it is generally not wrong."

Going to the depths of the hall, there is a generous table.The old man put down the candle, picked up the marching cup and the silver kettle on the table, and poured a cup of warm water for Iron Slag.

Tie Slag drank it in one gulp, stretched out his cup, and said, "Come again." In this way, he drank all the water in the kettle, and then he took a deep breath and said, "I haven't drank warm water for many days, and I'm eating water." Ice cubes."

The old man chuckled and said, "I'll get you some if you don't have enough."

Tie Zha waved his hand and said, "No need, it's just enough to drink." As soon as the words fell, Tie Zha himself was startled!Then he looked at the marching cup in his hand and confirmed again that this marching cup is new!

They have traveled so long to get here, and the cups are brand new, the water is just lukewarm, and the amount of water is just enough to drink!

Does this old man know when he will come?
A feeling of being calculated came to his mind, Tie Slag couldn't help but frowned, and said, "What's going on, how do you know I'll come? How do you know when I'll come? You don't even have time to dawdle on the road." Calculated!"

The old man showed approval, and then said: "The source force guides my direction."

(End of this chapter)