Chapter 257
Yang Xun was confused: "Where did I get this?"
Yang Xun was shocked: "Is this still in China?"
Seeing this scene, those who don't know would think that this is the secluded place of some hermit.
Look at the unknown plants drying.
Look at these simple tools made of wood.
Although they look a bit strange, Yang Xun still recognized their general purpose at a glance.
Drying rack.
Graphite.
Fighting.
Bamboo basket.
There is also a crescent lake next to the huge ancient tree.
The water is clear.
You can clearly see fish playing in it.
...
Just... just know it suddenly.
Yang Xun walked into this paradise with a gun.
Shashasha...
The leaves blown by the wind.
Make a shasha sound.
There is no living creature in this paradise.
But there are obvious signs of life.
This means that there were people here before.
They just weren't in the nest.
Yang Xun looked at the huge bamboo lounge chair in front of him and fell into deep thought.
He jumped on it.
This bamboo lounge chair was too big for him to use as a bed.
Sitting on the edge.
Legs drooping.
The black spear was placed beside him.
Yang Xun looked at the entrance with a sharp gaze and whispered: "I want to see who lives here."
However, it is very likely that it is an orc, but this orc is more civilized than other barbaric orcs.
To be honest.
If you don't want to say that this is an orc relic.
Yang Xun thought he was back to his grandparents' home in the countryside in the summer.
Especially the bamboo lounge chair.
It's very modern...
No, bamboo items also have a long history.
It can't be said to be a modern product.
Yang Xun waited.
And in the dream, he told Lin Jinyun about what he saw.
Lin Jinyun was also surprised after hearing it.
She expressed her curiosity and wanted to see it.
Yang Xun just laughed it off.
After waiting for about an hour.
Three creatures appeared within Yang Xun's telekinetic perception range.
Yang Xun ended his dirty joke chat with Lin Jinyun.
He stood up holding the black spear.
His eyes looked at the entrance.
A very strange combination.
A deer-shaped orc.
Two tiger-shaped orc cubs.
Other orcs either didn't wear anything or wrapped themselves in animal skins.
And these deer-shaped orcs and tiger-shaped orcs actually wore cloth clothes?
It was the kind of clothes made of very rough linen.
This was very human.
Could it be that the orc civilization was not as barbaric as he saw?
And there was also a very developed civilization.
It's just that the Yellow Wind Valley was too backward.
It's like modern times.
It's the 21st century, can you imagine that there are still cannibals and primitive tribes?
He was proficient in the language of the orcs and could understand the conversation between the three orcs.
The yellow tiger orc on the left: "We picked a lot of muggles today."
The white tiger orc on the right: "Mother deer, what are we going to pick tomorrow? I want to eat ground honey."
The deer-shaped orc with huge antlers in the middle was smiling. He was not as ferocious and barbaric as other orcs, but was calm and rational.
"Okay, we'll go dig ground honey tomorrow and roast it for you to eat."
As they spoke, the three orcs walked to the huge ancient tree.
They saw Yang Xun at a glance.
The deer-shaped orc was stunned.
He looked at Yang Xun's appearance and widened his eyes. Yang Xun saw surprise in them.
"Originally I came to kill you to get the crystal core, but you are different from other orcs, I am very curious, so I decided to spare your life for the time being."
Yang Xun spoke.
He used the orc language.
But the deer-shaped orc's next words made him dumbfounded.
"Are you... human?"
Longguo language.
Although there is a little accent.
But it is indeed Longguo language.
And it is northern Mandarin.
This makes Yang Xun unable to speak.
Oh no.
I speak to you in the language of your tribe.
You speak to me in our human language.
Who is the orc between us?
But the deer-shaped orc's words reminded Yang Xun of something.
"Have you seen other humans?"
The deer-shaped orc was not afraid after seeing Yang Xun, nor did he show obvious murderous intent and bloodthirstiness.
Instead, the two tiger-shaped orcs bared their teeth at each other.
Protecting in front of the deer-shaped orc.
Yellow tiger beastman: "Who are you and why are you in my house!"
White tiger beastman: "That's right, you are not welcome in my house!"
The deer beastman put down the things in his hands and put his hands on the heads of the white tiger and yellow tiger beastman.
"You go inside first."
"But mother deer..."
The two tigers wanted to say something, but they were picked up by the deer beastman and thrown into the tree hole.
Deer beastmanHe looked at Yang Xun and said, "Many years ago, I met a human being. He taught me a lot. Most of what you can see here was taught to me by him, including the language."
Yang Xun asked, "How many years ago?"
Deer-shaped beastman: "Five or six hundred years."
Five or six hundred years?
That seems to be the Ming Dynasty, right?
Good guy!
Someone entered the ruins during the Ming Dynasty?
Yang Xun asked, "What about him?"
If he is a superpower, and a very powerful superpower, he should be able to live for hundreds of years, right?
Yang Xun felt that he could live for three or four hundred years now.
The deer-shaped beastman replied, "He is dead. He is just an ordinary person.
After that, no human came here again."
Ordinary people?
Probably entered the ruins by mistake.
At that time, there were no superpowers... or evolved creatures.
In that era, living to the age of fifty was considered old.
But none of this matters.
This orc seemed to be much easier to talk to than the other orcs.
Of course.
Those who were not easy to talk to were killed by him.
But he could ask her about the orc ruins.
Yang Xun said: "How much do you know about this place?"
The deer-shaped orc walked to a bamboo chair and sat down.
"This place? Do you mean the Yellow Wind Valley, or the world outside the Yellow Wind Valley?"
Yang Xun replied: "Both."
"The oldest legend here says that this is a place abandoned by God, and we are all products of failure, abandoned garbage."
"Orcs?"
Orcs may be the product of a big hand.
It's just that they didn't meet expectations and were abandoned.
What kind of existence can create a race?
How far is the star field level from the realm where this big hand is?
Yang Xun pondered, and doubts arose one after another.
Not only orcs.
Or spear monsters.
Cyclops.
Wait for the monsters in the fog.
Are they all the same as the orcs?
Are they all abandoned failures?
Then what are humans today...
What is the cause of this global evolution...
There are too many questions.
There will be no answers for a while.
Yang Xun asked a very important question now.
"I heard that there are 12 fourth-step warriors in the Yellow Wind Valley before, so are there any fifth-step warriors?"
Hearing Yang Xun's words, the deer-shaped orc nodded affirmatively.
"Yes."
