Invincible Heroes - Hidden Architect

The changes in Mud Village were so great that Ma Lie wandered at the entrance of the village for a long time before he found the landmark he was most familiar with when he was a child - Mud Spring.

Next to the mud spring, many lizardmen were burying themselves comfortably in the mud, exposing their heads and enjoying themselves.

Their tails swayed from side to side in the mud spring, constantly scooping up warm mud to pour on themselves.

As the mud gradually cools and hardens, the temperature of the mud will enter the body of the lizard man. In the process, it will also suffocate many parasites and microorganisms that breed in the scales of the lizard man.

"Haas~" "Haas~"

Every lizardman in the mud spring will involuntarily make a comfortable chirp, and for a while, the sound of Hass became a chorus.

"Go three hundred meters to the right from the mud spring and you will find your uncle's house."

Carrying a bow and arrow on his back, Ma Li walked step by step towards the place in his memory. As the distance gradually got closer, Ma Li's heart beat faster and faster, and his breathing gradually became faster.

Finally, when Malie saw the old figure standing in front of the lizard's nest, bending down to dry the leather, he could no longer hold it in and shouted loudly:

"Uncle! I'm back!"

Called uncle, ten years of wandering took root, and Marx's eyes couldn't help but feel sour.

Old Matt was stunned for a moment when he heard the sound.

He glanced at Marx and Len, but didn't recognize it. He stretched out his head again, squinted his eyes, and looked carefully.

"Xiao Ma Lie? Xiao Ma Lie, is that you?"

"It's me! Uncle Matt!"

"Haas! It's really you! Xiao Malie, it's been ten years and you're finally back!"

Old Matt was so excited that his hands were shaking.

Malie ran to Old Matt, opened his arms, and embraced Old Matt warmly.

"Good boy, good boy."

The dim-eyed Matt grabbed Ma Lie's arm excitedly. Ma Lie, who once only reached his waist, was now two heads taller than him.

"Good boy, where have you been in the past ten years? Why has there been no news from you?

I invited people to go to Quagmire City, and I went there several times myself. I asked everywhere for news about you, but I couldn't find any trace of you. "

At this point, Matt burst into tears.

"As you know in that era ten years ago, it was normal for a lizard man to die.

I always thought you were dead..."

"Stop talking, second uncle, I understand everything. I have never blamed you."

Malie supported old Matt and said with a trembling voice:

"In those days, it was good for everyone to take care of themselves. My second uncle took care of me for so long after my parents passed away. Even the coldest lizard would wag his tail for it."

"nephew!"

"Second uncle!"

The garrison drum interrupts the pedestrian movement, and there is a sound of wild geese in the autumn. The dew is white tonight, and the moon is bright in my hometown. All my brothers are scattered, and I have no family to ask about life and death. The letter sent was not delivered, but the troops were not suspended.

Relatives who have been separated for a long time finally meet again, and there are always endless topics to talk about.

Unconsciously, the sun god dimmed and rested, and night had arrived.

The two lizard-man uncles and nephews finally moved from reminiscing about the past to talking about the present.

Marxist solemnly said to old Matt:

"Second uncle, I have something big to tell you.

The great God of Miracles, the Seven Doves, has forged the dynastic weapon of our fortress force [Tidal Power]. "

"[Tidal Power]? What is that? Does it sound powerful?"

Old Matt was a little confused.

"Second uncle, you don't have to worry about it. You just need to know that with the Tidal Kingship, the troops of our fortress will have extremely strong adaptability to the world.

We can survive in any world and slowly transform the place we live into a swamp.

The decisive battle between our world of Yasha and Chaos is coming soon, and the gods of our world are very sure that we can win.

But no matter how confident you are, you still have to calculate defeat before calculating victory.

Under the command of the Seven Doves, our fortress forces selected a troop. This force is called the Fire Force by the Seven Doves.

The fire troops need to take the information seeds of all the creatures in the Yasha world, take the sky boat, and go to another void to find one or even several homes to settle.

Be prepared.

If the war between Yasha World and Chaos fails, the Fire Force will become the last hope for Yasha World to overturn Chaos.

I am a member of the Fire Force. According to the rules, I have the right to bring my six closest relatives with the army.

Second uncle, you know my life experience. Both my parents are dead.

After I left Quagmire Village, I never got married and had eggs, and I had no partner or offspring.

Second uncle, you are my last relative.

Second uncle, are you willing to leave the world of Yasha with me and join the fire force organized by the Seven Doves? "

"This..." Faced with this unexpected question, Old Matt looked very confused.

What the hell? !

Of course he knows about the Seven Doves, the God of Miracles.

[The Strongest God of Yasha], [Apostle of the Six Gods], [Blessed by the Mother Goddess in charge of destiny], [Demigod Architect], [The founder of the three eras of the Underworld Farm Era, the Great Fertility Era, and the Great Development Era] ], [Founder of the New Yasha World], [The Great Master Who Changes the Destiny of All Creatures], [Protector of Weak Soldiers], [Chaos Bane], [Incarnation of Miracles], [Lord of the World Without a Crown], [ A god without a god]...

Old Matt has already heard these titles rottenly.

Every bard who comes to Quagmire Village must recite all the great achievements of the Seven Dove God. Then add your own carefully prepared compliments.

Those poems and songs praising the God of Seven Pigeons are one longer than the other, as if whose poems are shorter, it means that he does not have enough respect for the God of Seven Pigeons.

Old Matt can even memorize the names of the many confidantes of the Seven Pigeon Master.

But, what does the Seven Pigeon Master have to do with his old Matt?

Can I fight with eight poles? Can I reach it if I fly?

ah? !

What is the Seven Pigeon God? What kind of fire force? How can I, old Matt, have access to these things? Just hearing the name is enough of an honor for me.

Old Matt was dazzled and couldn't believe it.

It's like suddenly a handsome guy wearing a supreme dragon robe appears in front of you and tells you that he is the legendary Qin Shihuang. In fact, he did not die at all, but ascended to the immortal world and became an immortal, and you are his 108th descendants.

Now he wants to take you back to the fairy world with him to enjoy happiness, and asks you if you want to go.

"No, Marxist-Leninist nephew! Is this a question of whether I want to go or not?

Don't say whether you are willing or not, I don't even believe it.

Nephew of Marxism-Leninism, what have you been doing outside in the past ten years? You...you...how are you so powerful, and you can still be related to the Seven Pigeons? "

Seeing Old Matt's slurred speech, Ma Li suddenly figured out the whole story.

He patted his forehead and said apologetically: "Oh, it's all my fault. I didn't make it clear.

I'm not very powerful now, but I promise that what I say is true.

Occasionally, I can still see the Seven Doves Master, although I only have a few glances from a distance and it is difficult to strike up a conversation. I am not qualified yet.

I didn't ask you, my second uncle, to make a decision right away.

When I come back this time, I just want to say hello to you, so that you, my second uncle, can be aware of it.

The formation of the Fire Force is no secret.

In the Fire Force, in addition to us, the default personal guards of the Fire, we will also recruit some logistics troops from the nine major forces who are willing to join the Fire Plan.

Soon, many bards will come to the village to preach.

Second uncle, you can discuss it with your child then, and then contact me after you are sure. "

As Malie spoke, he took out a colorful conch the size of a finger from a cloth bag on his waist and placed it in front of Old Matt.

"If I have left the village by then, uncle, you can blow the conch and contact me.

This conch is a one-time use. If you haven't decided yet, please don't play with it. "

After hearing what Marx said, Old Matt put down the small conch in his hand with a sneer.

"It was so dangerous, I almost blew it."

Old Matt looked at Marx helplessly, still confused and unable to believe it.

It happened so suddenly that he couldn't react.

Just when Old Matt was about to inquire carefully, suddenly, a crisp crackling sound came from the south of his house.

"The sound of bamboo sticks..." Old Matt and Malie's expressions became serious at the same time.

Bamboo bamboo is a plant that grows in swamps. Its branches are similar to real bamboo, but there are no leaves. Instead, there are pieces of pod-shaped fruits.

When ripe bamboo fruit is grilled over a flame, it will make a loud noise, which is often used to warn villages, lizard people matching conferences and other occasions.

At this time, this kind of continuous crackling sound can only be produced by old bamboo fruit that has been growing for more than two years.

This kind of old bamboo fruit is only used in one occasion...

One after another [Swamp Flower Oil Lamp] was lit by the lizardman villagers, and the entire swamp village slowly woke up to the crisp sound of old bamboo sticks.

"Haas!"

Malie stuck out his tongue vigorously, and the painful memories that had been sleeping in his mind more than ten years ago suddenly woke up at this moment.

Old Matt hurriedly opened the door and saw an old lizard man over forty kneeling in front of his house, leaning on a cane.

"Matt, your aunt is gone."

There were no tears in the old lizard man's eyes, and he seemed to have exhausted all his strength when he knelt down.

"Uncle! My condolences and acceptance."

Matt and Malie quickly ran out of the house and helped up the old lizard man who came to report the funeral.

"Your aunt didn't make it through."

The old lizard man patted Matt on the back and said sadly:

"I'm fine, I'm not sad. Your aunt is forty-six like me. She has a long life.

I have to go somewhere else. "

The old lizard man gently broke away from Malie and Matt, and slowly walked towards other lizard nests with his cane.

"Uncle, please slow down."

Malie stared at the back of the old lizard man, speechless and choked.

Twelve years ago, when his father passed away from a hunting injury, he was like this, kneeling from house to house to announce his death to the villagers.

"Let's go." Matt sighed, lifted up the two benches, and walked towards the lizard man's uncle's house.

In various houses throughout the mud village, wives put on cold-proof coats for their husbands, young people carried sturdy [earth tables], old people carried fruits and grains, cooks carried woks, and musicians carried musical instruments.

The lights of thousands of houses converge towards one family.

The villagers lit [Swamp Flower Oil Lamps], helped to pull out weeds, solidify the mud, arrange the venue, set up tables and chairs, and prepare for the banquet... Many lizard villagers performed their duties and divided the labor. It would have taken several days for a family of lizards to do this. The prepared site was completed in a few hours.

Then comes mourning, condolences, and mutual comfort.

When the sun god's light shone down, the lizard man's aunt's grandson raised his neck and roared loudly:

“Hahaha~his~ you guys follow the instructions!

Neighbors everywhere! "

"Ha!" the lizard people responded in unison.

"Friends and relatives!"

"ha!"

"I'm the only one calling the shots!"

"ha!"

"Everyone of you, please pick up the tune!"

"Hey!"

"Did I yell badly?"

"good!"

"Please bear with me!"

"good!"

"Come with me!"

"ha!"

"The sun god has risen!"

"ha!"

"It's the old lady's last day!"

"good!"

Then, the twelve-year-old grandson of the deceased lizard man aunt shed tears, raised his head, and led a village of lizard men toward the swamp.

The villagers of the Quagmire Village took turns carrying a coffin made of swamp vines and mud thatch that looked like a canoe, and walked behind the lizard man's grandson.

Everyone was silent, missing and mourning.

It was not until the coffin slowly floated away along the mud river under the gaze of everyone that the mournful cries slowly sounded.

Malie half hugged the lizard man's grandson and gently stroked the scales on his back to express comfort.

This lizard man's grandson is as old as he was at the time.

He was also twelve years old when his father died.

This couldn't help but make him emotional and burst into tears.

This is a farewell ceremony unique to Mud Village. It is solemn, sad and full of warmth.

After the farewell ceremony, no matter how poor the family is in the village, they will squeeze out some supplies to help the families who have lost their loved ones.

Or furniture, or nutrition, or even precious military equipment.

Marx's first bow was given to him by his second uncle after his father passed away.

Marxist-Leninist couldn't help feeling a little emotional.

Now, under the leadership of the Seven Doves, the lizardman village has become wealthy, so these supplies seem insignificant and can only be regarded as the simple thoughts of the villagers.

But when he was a child, these supplies were life-saving for families who lost their prime-age lizardmen.

Without those supplies, even with the help from his second uncle, he would not have been able to survive at that time.

After all, the second uncle was still young at that time and it was difficult to support himself.

In these difficult times, no lizardfolk villager is absolutely selfish. Because the villagers all know that if they don’t help each other, no one can survive.

Today is different from the past.

But we still need to be prepared for danger in times of peace.

No one knows whether the hard times will come again.

That is why the Tinder Plan is so necessary and important.

At dawn the next day, a canoe hurried up from the Mud River.

The lizardman boatman and his wealthy merchant's son arrived belatedly.

They set off overnight last night and rushed to Quagmire City, bringing back the [Lizardman Goddess] from Quagmire City.

The [Lizardman Goddess] wearing a straw hat on her head and a raincoat on her body stood barefoot on the surface of the Mire River, praying for the deceased who drifted along the Mire River, and bless them to sleep peacefully in the arms of Mother Asa.

The villagers were immersed in grief. None of them noticed that a group of well-equipped lizardmen soldiers were slowly approaching the Quagmire Village.