"Have you ever seen a god?" Chen Senran looked at the child’s serious face and suddenly missed Doby.
"No … no" Nunu suddenly faded when he heard this question, but then he waved his arm and said excitedly, "But I touched that road. I … I also saw the patriarch go from that road to worship God. I still remember that the road felt warm … I …" The more he said, the more excited he became. His face became more and more red, and the red was a little purple in the dim light.
"Well, I believe it." Chen Senran couldn’t help laughing. This is really an interesting child.
"You …" Nunu didn’t believe Chen Senran when he heard it. He actually came. He could shut up and take Chen Senran to see it, but being proud of being a snowman made him decide to say that Chen Senran believed in this fact before he would give up.
Just when he didn’t know what to say more eloquently, someone interrupted him.
"Hundreds of years ago, Freudemire fell into chaos, and several tribes fought a brutal war of strangulation in the middle of Freudemire, forcing the Yeti tribe whose ancestors had been born in the middle of Freudemire to migrate eastward." The speaker was calcas, who had been following Chen Senran behind them like a ghost before, and only then did he speak. The ice reflected his black veil and dragged it out on the ground, which was particularly ferocious.
Chen Senran didn’t speak. He couldn’t figure out the old guy’s intention. He tried his best to see the god. If he wanted to do something to kill the god, it would be very bad.
Nunu didn’t speak again. He was obviously a little afraid of calcas, but when he heard calcas talking about their stories about the Snow Terran, he cocked up his ears and couldn’t bear to turn around. After all, I’m afraid the heads of families didn’t know about it two hundred years ago.
"Two hundred years ago, Zhuode in East Foehrer was at the height of the rune storm, and it was snowing all day long. After walking eastward for two days, the Terran lost nearly a quarter of its people. Some snowmen chose the original road to return, preferring to accept the sword rather than die of ice and snow, while more snowmen moved on." calcas continued to tell seemingly unrelated stories as if nothing was happening. He also stopped to touch the adventure log in his hand with heavy gloves and dry hands. "But fate did not care for them until the seventh day, and their number was left.
I have to say that calcas’s storytelling level has improved, and Nunu’s shortness of breath is the best proof
"They’re not dead, are they?" Although Nunu didn’t come alive until the last snowman, there wouldn’t be the Snowman Terran now, but he still unconsciously asked, and he no longer cared about calcas’s terrible.
“就在第七天黑夜快要降临所有雪人生命都要被吞没在黑暗里时候”卡尔萨斯根就没有理会努努继续有条不紊地吊着胃口“有天蓝色光华在天尽头刺破了整个世界雪人们顺着那光华一路走找到了一处温暖山坳活了来”
“那就是神指引啊我听族里老人说起过”努努听到这里整个人都颤抖了起来似乎在那一刻他也见证了那一段已经过去苦难黑历史
“雪人们将那光奉神并寻找神踪迹”卡尔萨斯将手伸到了粗糙干燥岩壁“它们十年时挖出了这个山洞找到了神居住山百多年时挖出了一条路见到了神”
“那是一条堆满了数雪人族尸骨道路每一寸土地都有着它们血肉”卡尔萨斯故事进入收尾他咏叹调般语气说出了注脚“据说你现在去摸那些冰雪台阶还有狂热余温”他是说着温暖这个词却没来由阴气冲天
努努情不自禁地打了个哆嗦似乎是想起了什么怔怔地看着自己手发起了呆
陈森然也有那么一刻失神他甚可想象那些狂热雪人们日继夜地它们粗粝指掌一寸寸挖掘着坚冷寒冰血肉四溅精疲力尽死了就被埋葬在雪里和那台阶化一体然后是更多雪人前仆后继
那是一种怎么样神圣和残忍啊
"Let’s go" Chen Senran moved his stiff neck and found that the little girl in her arms was a little cold and couldn’t help hugging her more strongly.
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When that road really appeared in front of Chen Senran, he realized that exaggerated and fierce words could not form it.
It is a truly miraculous road, and it should be a truly qualified road to the place where God lives.
Every step of it is scarred, but the curvature is correct, and it is never narrow-minded. Its surface texture is mottled, but the color inside is the purest blue sky.
There is no other attachment around it, and it stops layer by layer until the other side of the highest sky. It shows the most deadly sacredness in the simplest way.
Savagery and greatness are integrated in its body.
It is embedded in the steep mountain wall in the most unnatural way, like a dragon that has been sealed for thousands of years.
Fierce and rough
It’s peerless
At that moment, Chen Senran felt a little awe. For this strange greatness, he consciously walked to the steps, squatted down, stretched out his left hand and touched the first step.
It’s warm. It’s like a piece of flesh and blood that still hides vitality, breathing in your palm.
At that moment, Chen Senran felt that the whole step was alive. It was like the snowman who went on and on, and when his fingers touched the step, they revived, kowtowing and screaming.
Those calls poured into his veins all over the sky through his fingers, and they dragged Chen Senran’s body wildly. Those flames seemed to destroy Chen Senran’s body and his spirit.