The Song of the Mermaid: Shura Field 03
Not to mention the light that rushed up into the sky from the bottom of the sea after the mermaid ancestor Lizhu absorbed the moon scales of the previous mermaid king.
The mermaids in the sea don’t care about this at all.
They looked at the image projected from the palace in shock.
In the diffuse halo, there was the silhouette of a young mermaid. It seemed to be an ancient photo stored in a pillar, and no one knew how it was preserved.
The mermaid's tail is blue, representing the king.
It just looks a little different from the mermaid's tail now. It looks softer and more flowing, and not as aggressive.
In the photo, the mermaid, who was a king of an unknown generation, was sitting on the reef, humming softly to the conch in his hand.
The soft and soothing song, filled with a hint of sadness and longing, was captured in the photo and instantly spread across the entire sea.
The incomprehensible humming tone was very strange, spanning who knows how much time and space, yet still retained a faint sense of soothing.
Ning Ren listened to the song quietly. The mermaid's back always made him feel somewhat familiar.
He subconsciously reached out, wanting to see the mermaid's face.
I don’t know if it was a coincidence, but the mermaid turned her head slightly when he reached out his hand. Her clean and clear eyes curved and she spoke in an ancient language that no one in the tribe could understand.
Then he threw away the conch in his hand and jumped into the sea.
The halo of light slowly disappeared.
But unexpectedly, the conch did not disappear, but solidified little by little and gently fell into Ning Ren's palm.
The tribesmen outside the palace had no idea what was happening inside. After the video finished playing, an uproar erupted almost instantly:
“Just now, was that… was that the First Ancestor?!”
"He was a king from ancient times, but he's not necessarily the ancestor!"
"Oh my god, there really is an ancient image appearing, seriously..."
"Did you guys record the singing just now? It's so ethereal, yet so sentimental."
"Are you still fussing over this?! Hurry and get to the palace! Something big must have happened to trigger the image. Didn't you see the beam of light emanating from the palace's forbidden area still there?"
"Young king! The king of my tribe is also there!"
"The photo must have appeared because of Wang Zai!!!"
Ning Ren was still hiding behind the pillar, with a blue and white conch in his hand. His mind gradually became clear. The mermaid just now was... Yu An?
She looks so different from when she was with him. Not only has her temperament changed a lot, but her fully mature form looks like a perfect work of art.
Only the eyes remained unchanged.
The light and shadow have disappeared, leaving only the heavy conch in the palm of my hand.
He couldn't explain the feeling in his mind. The short cub couldn't see that the pillar was actually a tombstone. He could only see a small area of the pillar in front of him, and belatedly found traces of time from the cracked and ancient lines on it.
Seeing the friend he once knew, Ning Ren's vigilance towards the unfamiliar environment was no longer so strong. His pointed ears pricked up, listening to the movements around him——
The fierce voice just now disappeared, and I don’t know what the situation is now.
In fact, the three city lords outside were already dumbfounded at this moment, especially City Lord Abra, who had just fiercely shouted "Come out!", now regretted it to the point of turning green with regret.
The tone he used just now must have scared Wang Zai.
None of them had expected that the young king would appear in the forbidden area of the palace, let alone recognize the king under such circumstances.
Look at all the wasted tributes on the ground. The squashed fruits are obviously because the king has not grown sharp teeth yet, so he can only squeeze them to get the juice to fill his stomach.
What does this mean? This means that the king is now hungry!
They became even more anxious, but they didn't dare to swim over and pull the cub out.
Lorenzo couldn't help but move forward slowly, lowering his voice and first making a soft sound, like an adult mermaid calling its cubs.
Ning Ren's ears twitched and his body instinctively relaxed a lot.
The tip of his taut tail loosened, and a blue tail fin floated out from behind the pillar.
Blue fishtail, the symbol of the Mermaid King!
Although they had already made up their minds, they still couldn't help but tremble when they saw the brilliant blue in the deep sea with their own eyes.
Abra and Alison joined Lorenzo in calling out, and gradually, the guards who had been guarding outside the palace also arrived.
More and more mermaids came to the scene after hearing the sound. Some were outside the forbidden area, some were outside the palace, and their throat bones vibrated with the same sound waves. Some were female, some were male, some were young, and some were old. Their low, soft, and non-aggressive voices merged into a pure melody.
They called for the young king's response.
Finally, a short hand with scales that had not yet completely shed stretched out from behind the ancient pillar, and then half of a small head cautiously poked out.
She had naturally curly golden hair, delicate features, and beautiful blue eyes that seemed dull and lifeless for some reason.
The little mermaid responded to their call:
"babble……"
There are so many people.
The mermaids waiting nervously outside were almost melting.
Mermaids are a race with extremely high aesthetic standards. They are eager to collect all beautiful things, and even want to inlay their tombstones with gems after death.
The mermaids, who had not heard the king's voice to soothe their irritable mood for almost sixty years, all stared at the mermaid cub that poked its head out.
Wang is so cute!
Ning Ren observed for two seconds.
Didn't feel threatened.
He shouldn't die before he grows up.
It's just that there were too many people, he made a mess of the place and secretly took a lot of food. Now he was being watched, so he didn't want to swim out from behind the pillar completely.
Abra no longer cared about Yue Lin at this time. Seeing that the king had relaxed, he immediately dispersed the tribesmen around him, leaving only a part of the guards and their three city lords here.
Then he extended his hand respectfully and expectantly, "King, don't be afraid, please come out."
Ning Ren: “?”
Is he the king?
As soon as the hand protecting the seaweed bag of food loosened, the guilty feeling of eating the food secretly was immediately swept away.
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Half an hour ago.
City of chaos.
The moment the pillar of light from the sacrificial altar shot up into the sky, the ground throughout the Northern Territory shook considerably.
At this time, the Northern Territory had just experienced the Sky Crack disaster five years ago and was still in the recovery stage. The memory of the world-destroying scene five years ago had not faded at all.
So when such a big commotion happened at the Mi tribe's sacrificial altar, their first reaction was to scream and flee into their homes, looking up at the sky in panic, fearing that they would experience the horror again.
The fierce man patrolling on the city wall scolded the guards who were whispering to each other below, then frowned and looked towards the north.
After a moment, he said, "I'll go back and find the right inspector first. The deputy guard is here, don't panic."
After arranging the thick city wall on this side, Nianlie quickly returned to the central palace and skillfully knocked on the door of the office of the chief steward of the City of Chaos.
Jie Ling stood in front of the window wearing a coat and holding a cup of hot tea in her hand.
Ever since he exhausted his potential in the battle against the Sky Crack, his body has become half-wasted and he feels cold all year round.
Hearing the rude sound of the door being pushed open behind him, Jie Ling didn't turn around. There was no one else in the whole Chaos who dared to enter his office like this.
"We anticipate unrest. Have you arranged for the city's defenses?"
"I came here after everything was arranged." Nianlie said gloomily, "Why are you always so calm? There was such a big commotion during the sacrificial light pillar, why didn't you go and take a look?"
Jie Ling: "Si Mao is already there. He will come back to find us after he figures out what's going on. There's no point in worrying now."
"And, look."
He gestured fiercely to look towards the east and west.
"It's not just us in the Northern Territory."
The eastern sky was illuminated by the flames, looking as if it were stained with blood, and strange phenomena also appeared in the western regions.
Among the four regions of the continent, namely the southeast, northwest, northeast and southwest, except for the southern region with extremely few resources and weak and rare races, the strange phenomena that appeared in the remaining three regions in such a uniform manner must not be a coincidence.
It would take a while for Si Mao to arrive, so the two inspectors went to a stone house in the clan territory together.
It is heavily guarded and very quiet here.
Jie Ling waved her hand, removed the guards, gently pushed open the door and took a look inside.
Time seemed to have stopped in this room. It was still the same as it was five years ago. No one had changed or touched the traces of the young master of the Chaos City who had lived here. At most, they would come here every few days to wipe off the dust.
Sunlight streamed through the windows of the stone house, and tiny specks of dust danced in the light. The young chief was still sleeping, holding a baby doll made of clothes, and had not woken up because of any unusual movement in the tribe.
It's like a quiet painting that will never fade with time.
This is a wound that all the tribesmen in the City of Chaos are unwilling to touch. Their little master, who has not grown up yet and knows nothing, used his life to protect the tribe without hesitation and left them forever.
Even the leader was heartbroken and fell into a deep sleep for several years.
The City of Chaos is leaderless, but the Northern Territory is in a recovery period. Each tribe only cares about its own affairs and is rarely peaceful. They even treat the City of Chaos with courtesy.
The Red Horse, the Beautiful Snake, and the White Feather Clan even promised that they would not wage war against the City of Chaos while the current leader was in power.
It’s probably all because of the young master.
Jie Ling closed the door and sighed softly, her expectations dashed.
…I originally thought that the unusual movement was related to the leader.
After the door closed, the sleeping leader's fingertips suddenly moved lightly.
At his heart, the blood knot that had been broken solidified for a moment, and then disappeared like an illusion in the blink of an eye.
-
Due north, where the light column is worshipped.
Si Mao stuck a bird feather on his head and fought back and forth with the Guhuo Bird, "Do you understand? Do you understand?! Ahhh, stop nagging. I just stole a bite of your food!!!"
The cat's claws pressed down on the wings of the Guhuo bird, and Simao's tone collapsed.
"You've been eating and drinking for free in Chaos City for five years and I didn't say anything. Why is it so difficult for you to see something now?"
Ever since the strange phenomenon appeared on the sacrificial altar, some incomprehensible words have appeared on it. These words look like paintings and pictures, and seem to record a story.
But Si Mao scratched his head and looked at it for a long time. Apart from recognizing that it was ancient text, he couldn't understand what it was about.
Looking at the entire chaotic city, only the longest-lived Guhuo Bird could understand it.
But this guy's soul was eroded by birds. Even after he recovered, he still had convulsions and acted stupidly from time to time, and he didn't have much normal time!
The eyes of the Guhuo Bird were dull, but when its phoenix eyes swept across these strange yet familiar words, clarity struggled to flash in its eyes.
She became quiet.
Ten thousand years of time were too cruel, the erosion of birds damaged her soul, and the once unforgettable scenes had long since faded and mottled. From the occasional fragments of memory during lucid moments, all she saw were searching and waiting.
Si Mao urged, "Do you understand? What does it say?"
Alas, there are so few things handed down about the ancient times that it makes people doubt whether the period when "God" descended really existed.
If it really doesn't work, it will call people from other tribes who have studied ancient characters.
Just when Simao was about to go crazy again, Guhuo Bird spoke.
She read: "He will come back..."
Si Mao: "What? Who? Who will come back?"
The tip of Guhuo Bird's wings pointed at the words on the round table and said seriously, "My child, you will come back."
“…”
Si Mao rolled his eyes and jumped off the stage. "Forget it, I'm sick again. I'd better go find someone else."
The Guhuo bird stayed here for a while, then folded its wings and stared at the lines of words without blinking.
"It will come back, Mom can feel it."
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