The most important thing for a tribe is its customs and rules.
Tribes without rules will eventually collapse, and tribes without customs will eventually be assimilated.
From the age of ten, whenever I and all my peers listened to the teachings of the tribal shamans, I could learn about the past and traditions of our tribe from the shamans’ mouths.
I am a son of the mountains and forests, a native of the Absalom Mountains as the people of the Flying Flames call me. Among the Children of the Forest, all children must learn combat skills from the age of ten, join the hunting team, and use our lives and force to protect our sacred forest.
These are our customs, traditions and rules.
Originally, we did not need to emphasize the protection of the sacred forest. In the ancient past, before the Feiyan people arrived, we roamed freely among the mountains, walking with the moving sacred forests that were constantly migrating in the mountains, and crossing the mountains together, leaving behind a sacred crystal path. road.
Before the arrival of the Feiyan people, we didn't know how much value that thin crystal road contained. Although it was bright, it would disappear in a heavy rain and merge into the earth.
But those Feiyan scholars were astonished and called it 'natural high-purity source crystal', and called our sacred forest a living plant crystal vein... This attracted the attention of the shaman priests who were already wary. , and their next actions angered our ancestors even more.
They want to evict us and use the sacred grove for their own use.
They didn't succeed.
We move forward and fight together with our hometown and sacred grove. Facing the army of Feiyandi, the power of the sacred forest descended on the witches. The power of the mountains and forests twisted and spread. The endless green mixed with anger turned into mountain giants hundreds of meters high, driving away those unkind visitors. , leaving them with debris all over the ground.
We won, the greedy people of Feiyan Land did not succeed, and our ancestors protected their hometown.
But we also failed. The military strength and strong men of the Flying Flame Land forced us deep into the mountains, and we became bereaved dogs that kept escaping and slowly dying.
But we have not abandoned our traditions and rules.
Every time I wake up late at night, I always feel my heart is burning as it has become the Great Witch Festival. Inheriting the ancient memories of the witches, I always dream of a grand destruction - the flames of heaven fall from the sky, the wrath of the gods pours down, and the world collapses.
The most ancient ancestor released the Holy Spirit sealed in the bottle in the white palace. The Holy Spirit named 'Fire' promised him three wishes.
The ancestors prayed for 'life', 'survival' and 'order'. So a seed fell into the palm of the ancestor, and the ancestor nourished it with blood, causing the holy sapling to grow, and eventually turned into a sacred forest that carried the group.
To this day, the dead tribesmen will return to the sacred forest. Those scholars from the Flying Flame Land say that we use our blood and souls to nourish the ancient alien monsters and make them recover from time to time. When they are complete, we will be the whole tribe. Devoured by the sacred grove.
Haha, they are close to the truth. But they simply don’t understand our connection to the sacred grove. It is a promise, a contract and a belief. That is our culture, the foundation of the Sons of the Forest.
That is the customs, traditions and rules of the children of the mountains and forests. The reason why we are the children of the mountains and forests itself means.
To this day, I still hear those instructions in my dreams, in the memories of witches, and in the intermittent words of my ancestors.
——Remember, the sons of the forest live forever in the sacred forest.
——Remember, outsiders are never allowed to enter the sacred grove, and their feet are not allowed to step on the soil of the sacred grove.
——Remember, we are the guardians of the sacred forest, and the sacred forest is also our guardian. We protect the sacred forest during our lifetime and return to it after death. The sacred forest gives us strength, and the sacred forest also protects our existence.
——And, most importantly...the 'truth' that only the Great Witch Festival can know.
——Remember, the sacred forest must not be allowed to grow or spread. The size of the sacred forest must not exceed the 'limit'! Once approaching, immediately perform a 'sacrificial ceremony' to seal the will of the sacred forest.
——And the consciousness of the sacred forest will also allow itself to be sealed by us. This is the agreement, and we have maintained a tacit understanding for thousands of years.
——This is the trust and agreement that we, the children of the forest, are proud of.
remember.
Remember those.
Remember those customs, festivals. Remember those taboos and rules.
Remember those oaths and agreements. Remember the rituals, the history.
The people of Feiyan have violated the taboos of the Sons of the Mountain and Forest, so we must become enemies of them.
Yes, the people of the Flying Flame Land are very powerful. The Sons of the Mountain Forest were able to repel one of their attacks, but were unable to truly defeat them. We were forced to flee into the Holy Mountain and enter the gap between the Flying Fire Land and the Empire. We were forced to stay away from the "civilized world" and were forced to live with countless monsters.
We have lost a lot. Life, parents, brothers and sisters, hometown, peaceful life, the smiles and songs of children.
So we are angry, we want to resist, we want to protect our land and our home.
The Flying Flames can expel us and repel us, but they can never defeat us or change us.
Our anger, our beliefs, will, our culture, customs and obsessions are all indestructible and will never change!
I have always believed so. Because we are the sons of the mountains and forests, we are a clan protected by the sacred forest. We abide by traditions and contracts, we adhere to our own customs and beliefs, and we will never compromise with outsiders.
Likewise, even so, even though the tribe is already in dire straits, I still firmly limit the size of the 'Sacred Forest' and never let it exceed the limits set by the ancestors, and the Sacred Forest will accept this result.
Even if I know that this will cause the power of the Holy Forest to stagnate at this level, making it impossible for us to defeat the Feiyan people.
I think we can persevere and it won't be difficult.
Until a whole new group of people comes to us.
They call themselves the 'Silver Peak Leaders', and each one of them is wrapped in silver metal armor nearly three meters high, like a towering little giant.
They are a brand new force, coming from the old enemy empire of the Feiyandi people, and their leader has defeated the Feiyandi people who often invaded us, and defeated the strongest bloodline with Absalom as his surname.
That's great. I wanted to entertain them warmly and celebrate the news, but soon, I discovered that they were actually no different from the people from Feiyan.
The Yinfeng leaders wrapped in silver armor stared at me through the cyan observation port. Their atmosphere was cold and silent.
Even through the opaque glass crystal, I can still feel the overlooking view from above.
[Submit to the Silver Peak Leader, the sons of the mountains and forests need to obey the orders of the General Political Bureau]
The leader of the Silver Peak people said in a tone that could not be refused: [The area inside and outside the Absalom Mountains is already the territory of the Grand Duchy. You are barbarians, and you and your sacred forest need to be registered. Also, from today on, you are not allowed to have contact with this dangerous larva of the alien fire god. Your primitive sacrifices and barbaric sealing rituals have almost tortured him crazy. Silver Peak will accept him and try to restore him. It’s normal, this is a good ending for both of you]
[The General Political Bureau will arrange your belongings]
The Son of the Forest will not accept such an arrogant order - he actually asked the Son of the Forest to leave the Sacred Forest. This is simply ridiculous!
There is no difference between this group of freaks and the Feiyan people. Without any hesitation, I want to start a war.
[You say we are the same as the people from Feiyan? 】
However, when the supersonic wooden spears of the tribal warriors and the bows and arrows entwined with psychic energy bombarded the armor of the Yinfeng people, these instincts penetrated the ordinary steel armor, and the attacks that penetrated the chariots were all in vain. Smooth off a bit of the pattern.
All the Yinfeng people who were attacked didn't care about this. Their eyes all lit up with silver light, making the outer layer of their armor an indestructible shield. The leader, who called himself Miles, 'The Yinfeng people said calmly before launching the attack: [Listen, the biggest difference between us and them is that we will ask before asking, and after you refuse, we will not draw our swords immediately]
[But we are the same as the Feiyan people in that we will definitely achieve our goals. Sons of the forest, you have no idea what your sacred forest is and what its value is, but I do know that all the rights to allocate resources in this world must be in the hands of adults. It is a complete waste in your hands]
[And, until the end, we will not kill you. Even if you don’t want it, you will be taken back by us to be civilized, educated, and abandon those traditions and rules that may have been very important in the past but are now meaningless. Finally...]
【Become us】
Before the Silver Peak people raised their weapons, I took the lead in launching a charge, bringing all the clan members with me.
Not out of anger, but out of fear.
Because I feel that everything we once stood for is meaningless in front of these monsters. They don’t care about our culture, our festivals and rituals at all. They are unwilling to understand our past and study our history. Naturally, they also We completely do not understand our dream of roaming freely among the forests and mountains, nor do we understand our love and restraint on the sacred forest.
They are monsters, arrogant demonic armies, and enemies we must not defeat.
Then……
We lost.
In just ten minutes, our anger and dreams, our customs, traditions and culture, everything, were crushed by an even more powerful silver torrent.
Those anger, those battles, those blood and tears, those smiles and faces, the struggle and battle that started in the Flying Flame Land six hundred years ago have finally come to an end.
We were disarmed, we were knocked to the ground, we were gathered into cabins, put on new clothes, bathed, treated, sent into the abominable, debilitating, rock huts only for outsiders, He was pressed onto a soft white bed that was neither vines nor leaves.
I fell asleep faster and more comfortably than I imagined.
And when I woke up, through the transparent glass window, I saw the dazzling and bright sun that was rarely seen in the dense forest.
I burst into tears.
The history of the Sons of the Forest is over.
Silver Peak Territory, the most abominable place of demons.
Ian Silver Peak, the most hated demon king in the Demon Land.
He destroyed everything we had in the past thousand years, all our persistence, all our beliefs, and all our history... The leader of Silver Peak told us that we are descendants of researchers from the ancient pre-era civilization laboratory. He told us that we In order to survive, their ancestors released an alien fire god that was originally safely stored, and used many methods to restrain and seal his will, making it a living doomsday shelter.
They say that we have been coexisting with alien gods for thousands of years, and those rituals, traditions, and customs are all 'methods' to control alien gods. Our ancestors turned all instructions, seals and maintenance methods into a ritual. We don't need to know the principle, we just need to do the same thing every year and make the same sound, and the alien god will never wake up.
They said that our ancestors and the sacred forest were the saints of the lost era. They restrained and saved each other. The sacred forest did not become the raging fire god of the lost era, and our family could also be saved from natural disasters. Both parties wrote to each other to maintain the relationship. The inheritance of the race continues.
They said that our family is an extremely rare example of symbiosis, so the living conditions will be very good.
besides. They say: Welcome to Yinfengling.
…
The more I read, study, and understand Ian Silver Peak and Silver Peak Collar, the more I hate Ian Silver Peak and the Silver Peak Collar.
Because they are too arrogant, because he regards everything as a toy.
The devil named Ian Silver Peak ruthlessly destroys everything for others for his own dreams.
All this happened naturally just because he wanted it. He didn't care about the past of the Sons of the Mountain and Forest, or our perseverance, beliefs and past. Everything we believe in is just dust in his eyes.
He just wants to move us, the unstable elements in the Absalom Mountains, into his labor force and population, and then reclaim the sacred forest, restore it to normal, turn it into the intelligent fire creatures he needs, and then cooperate with it , using it as a high-efficiency factor crystallization biofactory.
As weaklings, we were defeated by him, accommodated by him, absorbed and digested by him without any resistance to rights. We were regarded as toys by him and placed wherever he wanted.
…
But, I also know. I actually love him paradoxically.
I'm not stupid, and I'm not stubborn. With the power of spiritual energy and the sacred forest, I inherited the memories of the witches. Of course I know that the source of all contradictions and disputes in this world lies in the differences between 'us', 'you' and 'them'.
If we want to convince each other and understand each other, the world will not be able to truly be peaceful in ten thousand years, one hundred thousand years, or even one million years.
On the continent of Terra, only strength can break all barriers. Only the strongest can destroy all 'you' and 'them' and integrate all different beliefs, cultures and customs into a whole.
I know, of course I know.
Only the one who tramples all our history, past, hatred, beliefs, dreams and desires, tramples on the hearts, wills, souls, determinations and loves and hates of all other people in this world, uses it as his own cornerstone and plays with it as a toy , and then take steps towards...towards a place no one knows.
Only he, who tramples on the whole world fairly, plays fair with the whole world, and treats everyone and things as his beloved toys, is the one who treats everyone in the world fairly.
Only Ian Silverfeng is the king who can change the world and truly rule the world.
