Doomsday Totem

Chapter 98 Tinder
If you are thirsty, you will have water to drink, and if you are sleepy, someone will give you a pillow.This is a good thing, but the feeling of being peeped inside is very uncomfortable.

Seeing Iron Slag's doubts, the old man continued, "Origin force refers to the power to sense the origin of the world, or it can be said to be the ability to sense the laws of the operation of all things."

Tie Slag shook his head, expressing that he did not understand.The old man picked up the paper tube just now and said, "Can you judge where it fell?"

"How do I know, you haven't thrown it yet." Tie Slag said.

"Now?" As he said, the old man threw the paper tube high.Iron Slag dodges and catches the paper tube exactly where it hits.

"You can predict where it will fall because you have seen it and judged it according to the usual rules. However..." the old man paused and asked, "When you can't see it, you can't judge it. ,Is it right?"

Tie Slag nodded, and the old man continued, "The source power is like a pair of invisible eyes, which can 'see' the operation of all things. Simply put, it is to feel what is about to happen."

"Is it the ability to predict the future?" Tie Zha recalled the stories he heard in bars in Tieshan Town when he was young.

"Not exactly." The old man shook his head and said, "The source force will guide us in the direction, but it won't tell us the result."

Tie Slag shook his head, expressing that he did not understand.

The old man made an analogy, saying that when he got up this morning, he suddenly realized that the old cup was a little damaged, and it was time to replace it with a new one.So he went to the warehouse and fetched a new cup.But when he got here, he found that the old cup was still usable, so he put the new cup aside.In the afternoon, he suddenly felt thirsty, so he went to fetch a whole pot of boiling water.But when he came back from fetching water, he was not as thirsty as he expected.So the water was not finished.In the evening, he suddenly felt that he should take a look at Tinder, so he encountered Iron Slag.

He didn't know the result and future of doing so, he just did what he should do based on his feeling.

Under normal circumstances, there is no difference between a force-aware person and an ordinary person.However, if driving a mecha, ordinary people are easy to be hit, while those who perceive the origin can easily avoid some deadly dangers.

"Can I sense the existence of Yuanli?" Tie Slag asked.This thing sounds quite useful, and like all young people, he wants to have what others have.

"Everyone can sense the existence of the source force, but the intensity of the induction is different. Some people are slower, some people are more sensitive, some people can only sense the danger in front of them, and some people can sense the changes in the world, for example , our glorious Great Prophet."

Tie Slag scratched his hair and asked, "Since the Great Prophet can sense the changes in the world, why didn't he avoid the... of the temple..." He thought for a long time before he thought of the appropriate wording, "Catastrophe. "

"Our glorious great prophet has endless wisdom. He can sense the distant future. Some things must be done, and some things can only be done. This is his wisdom, and we may not be able to understand the deep meaning. Just like the ancient There is a saying in the East - 'If you lose your horse, you will know it is not a blessing'."

Tie Slag shook his head and said, "Why do you have to sacrifice countless companions when you know the result of failure? I...don't agree." In You Ge's story, anyone with a discerning eye can see that the temple and the temple at that time strength gap.There are many dioceses in the temple, and psykers are rising strongly, but there are few dioceses in the temple, and the power of worms is gradually declining.So much so that in the end, the interior of the temple was divided.However, things have come to this point, and the Brilliant lineage is still persistent in fighting that war that has no chance of winning.Until the end, sinking in the long river of history.

"Friends, please don't jump to conclusions about things that you don't fully understand. There are always many sides to things in the world. Maybe when you know more, you will have different opinions." Holding up the candle, the old man continued, "Now, let's look at the family tree numbered 1950."

After speaking, the old man came to the other side of the table, put down the candle, and opened a thick file.

"The Norses family, genetic characteristics, black hair, black pupils, 81% of the offspring's ring finger and middle finger are similar in length, 93% of the offspring have the ability to transform into a carapace, and 91% of the offspring are compound evolutionists of traditional and insectization ..."

Iron Slag involuntarily raised his hand to take a look, and found that his ring finger was indeed slightly longer than the average person.

"Come on, look here."

Iron Slag followed the old man's fingers and looked at an old and yellowed photo in the file.With the faint candlelight, it can be seen that the person in the photo has many similarities with him, and the eyebrows are exactly the same.

"Look here again..." The old man continued to turn the pages after Tie Slag saw it clearly.After looking at about twenty photos, although the people on them are different and have different expressions, they all have the same appearance, more or less similar to Tie Slag.

An indescribable intimacy arises spontaneously...

"I think, I should call you Iron Slag Norses." The old man smiled gently.

"No, my name is Tie Slag. Maybe they have some connection with me, but to me, they are just strangers."

"The letter from Lina Yuklis explained your situation. I know that you must blame your parents for abandoning you, but I think they must have no choice." The old man turned to one of the pages and said, "Come on, look here."

Tie Slag looked over, only to see something impressively written on the paper:

Nohai Norsesth, Dr3531, The Last Battle, deceased
Serra Norsesth, Dr3531, The Last Battle, deceased
Sky Norsesth, Dr3531, The Last Battle, deceased
Bloodlin Norsesth, Dr3531, The Last Battle, deceased
Falcon Norsesth, Dr3531, The Last Battle, deceased
Lohi Norsesth, Dr3531, The Last Battle, deceased
……

Looking at the long list of deaths, Tie Slag couldn't help taking a deep breath, only feeling that his chest was extremely heavy.Perhaps, this is the resonance from the same blood.

"These are your ancestors. Do you believe that such a person, such a family, will abandon their descendants?"

"My ancestor certainly didn't die in that battle, maybe he was a deserter..." Tie Slag's guess was well-founded, and he proved it alive.

"Look at this..." The old man turned a page again, and at the bottom of the list was written:

One-Eyed Norseth, Dr3512—? , tinder
"This is the fire seed selected by each family before the war. They hid in the corners of the world, waiting for the re-ignition of the glorious torch." The old man looked at the iron slag and said deeply, "Child, to be the fire seed is the most precious fire." The painful choice is also the bravest path."

Tie Slag was silent for a long time, and asked, "Why do you want to continue fighting even though you know the result, and compromise like the ancient temple, isn't it good?"

"In this world, some things can be compromised, but some things cannot be..." The old man raised his head, looked at the dancing candlelight, and said slowly:

"To this day, I still clearly remember the words spoken by the Brilliant Great Prophet..."

"Darkness is coming, we are powerless to stop it, and the era of Glorious Warsong is about to come to an end. However, if we compromise now, all the worms and all the people on the ground will think that we have abandoned them and that the Temple of Glory has abandoned us." Kill them! They will despair, will lose their way in the dark..."

"Today's battle is not for victory, but to prove that the Glorious Temple will always stand by their side, until death!"

"Our bodies will die, but the glorious holy fire will burn forever!"

"The great prophet's choice is to leave the last fire in people's hearts, as long as the fire is not extinguished, the glory will last forever!"

The old man's voice was deep and long, as if a call from the depths of the soul, transcending those vicissitudes of life, making the blood on the young man's body boil involuntarily.

Turns out, we're not wrong, dirty, evil beings, we're human, and I'm not a rat.In this world, we still have people who agree with us and brilliant beliefs!

After a long silence, Tie Slag spoke again, asking in a hoarse voice, "Then my parents, why did I..."

"Son, you have to believe it, believe that they have unavoidable difficulties." The old man patted Tie Slag's shoulder lightly and said, "Okay, let's go eat something first, maybe you will appreciate the ice crystal fruit wine I brewed." interested in."

"Ice crystal berry wine!" Tie Slag said with wide-eyed eyes.After eating it once at Snowy Night Icefield that day, he never found that delicious berry again.

Looking at Tie Slag's expression, the old man hastily added, "But don't drink too much, only a small cup at a time."

Tie Slag picked up the kettle on the table and said, "Okay, just a small cup."

"This..." The old man looked at the huge kettle, his voice could not help but tremble, "Ten years of harvesting can only produce half a barrel, good things need to be tasted slowly..."

"I know." Tie Slag grinned, expressing his understanding.But how much sincerity, only he himself knows.

Not long after, the old man walked out of the reference room with iron slag, turned into a tunnel on the side, walked for a short distance, pushed open a wooden door and walked in.

The old man explained that this is the entrance to the Hall of Valor, the Temple of Glory, where generations of spirit guards have lived.At present, only he and the "messenger" live here, and the messenger rarely comes back all year round, basically he lives alone.There are hundreds of rooms, large and small, and he let Tie Slag finish eating, and then went to pick one to live in.

After entering the door, here is a kitchen, about ten square meters in size, with a thick log long table in the middle, and low stools of different lengths on both sides.On the side of the long table was a stove, and firewood was crackling inside. Iron Slag couldn't help but wonder where the firewood came from.In his impression, there are no plants around here at all, only endless glaciers.On the other side of the long table is a wall covered with old and yellowed photos.On the short side of the long table, the inner part is the stove, on which there is a large pot, steaming with steam.

The kitchen felt very warm, and the iron slag rushed in. He picked up the fruit in the basket on the table, and couldn't understand what it was, so he picked it up and ate it.The fruit tastes sweet and has a fragrant smell, which makes him feel very comfortable after eating.

While eating, he sat on the table and raised his legs on a low stool, looking very leisurely.

"Sitting at the table to eat is not the proper etiquette for a Norses." The old man said gently.

"What?" Tie Slag looked blank, as if he didn't understand.

"I mean, Iron Slag Norses," repeated the old man.

"My name is Iron Slag, not Norses." Iron Slag emphasized while eating the fruit.

"Okay, okay..." The old man said helplessly, "Sitting on the table and eating is not the etiquette that a young man should have."

"Go and get the deer legs, and we'll talk when we're done."

Seeing this, the old man shook his head helplessly, went to the stove, tied on an apron, and then took a dried deer leg from a high place, and began to process it...

(End of this chapter)