A convoy of several large vehicles drove slowly on a road in the fields, pulled by the Mule Beast, and finally stopped at the junction of Melrose Village and two nearby villages.
These carts did not carry harvested crops, but all kinds of farm tools, including sickles, rakes, plows and picks, and they all looked brand new.
Different from the traditional homemade farm tools that were silly, thick, and black in the hands of the villagers, those on the carts not only seemed to be much better made, but also had a lighter and more reasonable structure. Many villagers followed them to watch along the way.
At the intersection where the motorcade stopped, there were also many people wearing rainproof linoleum jackets waiting here early, as if they had been notified long ago.
These are all prestigious elders in each village. They are usually responsible for some public affairs in the village. They are waiting here now, preparing to receive and distribute the newly made farm tools.
In fact, there have been rumors recently that a new workshop has been built in Rogge's camp, and various new farm tools have been manufactured in recent days. And the vast majority of these villagers have only now seen the things made in that workshop for the first time. They seem novel and expectant, and a little confused in the face of change.
Before this, many people still stubbornly believed that tools made by themselves were the most convenient, but when they actually saw these new farm tools distributed for free, they still said they were really delicious.
At present, the most important tool they have on hand, which can also be said to be the most technical tool, is the plow for plowing the ground. It is made of iron and has four wheels to ensure the depth of the plowshare into the soil and the time it travels. of stability.
It's just that the plows, which look like four-wheelers, are very inconvenient to turn, and their complex structures also make them more prone to failure and damage.
On the other hand, the plows unloaded from the cart are just a few simple hardwood and metal plowshares riveted together. However, in the hands of the demonstrator, they shuttle back and forth in the field like a fish that can escape from the earth, setting off Rows of waves of dirt and screams of surprise from the villagers.
There is also a rotary cultivator driven by wheels. It can be dragged back and forth several times in the plowed field to break up all the large soil clods and remaining roots. This is much better than they used to do this while holding a hoe and bending over. The job is several times faster.
Tim was also among the crowd, thinking about how happy farming would be next year after receiving these farm tools, and he also looked happy.
But then, a name mentioned by the person in charge of distributing farm tools made him think deeply.
Is it a coincidence?
That Grand Duke Lu Gaoyin. . . . Why does it have the same name as the kid Akali brought back?
From Rogge Camp, young man?
They also like to tinker with weird things. . .
The man said he was very energetic, but the more Tim listened, the more certain he became. The person who designed these farm tools should be Mo Bei and he didn't run away! I was confused by this somewhat absurd fact for a moment, and I didn't even know whether to be happy or worried.
Why didn’t that girl Akali say anything to them?
After thinking about it, he felt relieved. If you really know this level of identity, you will be a little cautious when getting along with him.
However, I really can’t see it at all. . .
He looks just like Alvin, the silly boy from the next village. . . He actually has such an amazing identity.
Mo Bei, who was tens of thousands of miles away, suddenly felt a strange negative emotion towards Alvin for no reason, but it was fleeting and made him feel a little baffled.
As soon as they returned to the harbor, they arrived at the Kurast ruins through the teleportation circle, and had already set foot in the uppermost area of the ruins, the former holy city of Trevank.
Just like it looks from the outside, the entire abandoned city is shrouded in gray fog. All the colors here seem to be a bit pale, even the people and things that have just entered it are no exception. Mo Bei felt as if his eyes had an extra layer of filters.
However, in fact, this was far more than just a visual illusion. After entering Cui Fank, the six of them found that all their senses were affected by Mephisto, the King of Hatred.
This is also the main purpose of their coming here, to experience firsthand the difference between the three original demon gods and other demon kings.
Back in the underground mausoleum of Khanduras Monastery, their most intuitive feeling was the pain originating from their consciousness. It was as if even the air they breathed had become extremely bitter, and they needed to mentally resist that inexplicable pain all the time. erosion.
Compared with the negative effects brought by Andariel, the cold and biting effect in Duriel's lair is more direct on the body, and even the pain when being attacked will be doubled. This is completely a purpose. A cruel worm that exists to kill and torture.
The illusion of Belial, the King of Lies, may be regarded as an alternative. It can lay out fatal killings unknowingly, but it is difficult to say that that is its most threatening method, because what they feel right now is nothing but the continuous emergence of unreasonable hatred. In addition, the body is also suffering from the influence of evil forces.
They are familiar with this burning sensation in their eyes and skin, the feeling of life slowly slipping away. When this evil power reaches a certain level, it will have a corrosive effect on all living things, just like the black mist released from the remains of Mephisto.
Although the body's recovery ability is enough to offset this kind of damage, this is still not a place for them to stay for a long time, let alone those adventurers who have not drank the Life Mixture. A fierce battle in this environment can be extremely stressful. And know.
From this point of view, it is indeed understandable that many teams regard killing the Mephisto Projection as an impossible challenge. Perhaps when they set foot in Cui Fanke, they already had that kind of despair.
The six people walked cautiously and quickly along the wide and straight trail towards the core of Cui Fanke. However, every building here was amazing enough, giving people a kind of shock that cannot be done by human beings.
Take the ten-foot-wide bluestone trail that six people set foot on, for example. Although it is somewhat dilapidated, it can still be seen that each piece of bluestone has been polished to be extremely regular and smooth, and the seams are as thin as hair. It is said to be meticulously carved. It’s hard to overestimate it, let alone those huge superstructures.
This made them all begin to doubt the records in the history books. It took only one year from the beginning to the completion of the construction of this indescribably majestic and dense city. This is impossible no matter how you look at it.
Salina was convinced of this. Cui Fanke had already completed the construction when she was born and did not see the construction process with her own eyes. However, after all, it was only a few decades ago, and the records and rumors of such a major event were very complete.
"It is impossible to erect such a huge and towering dome with the strength of ordinary believers alone, but at that time, countless strong men personally participated in the construction in order to create a miracle and highlight a glorious era. .Looking back, I felt so complacent..."
Serena revisited her old place with a hint of self-mockery on her lips. She looked at those magnificent temples as if she were looking at abandoned tombs.
Who could have imagined at the time that this great monument built on a prison of hatred would become a hotbed for Mephisto to regain strength.
Mo Bei listened to Serina's story, but complained silently in his heart.
When you build a house, you don’t consider Feng Shui at all. . .
A straight road faces the main entrance of the central temple, with no obstructions or turns. Isn't this just a spear pointed at the door?
There is a big evil spirit trapped inside, so it is strange that the house is built so carelessly and does not cause trouble. . .
