At this time, everyone, whether they were the giants of Long Bo Kingdom, the Triscarians of the Three Body Kingdom, the undead people of the Immortal Kingdom, or the ordinary people living in Chaoge City, all faced the people who were arraying outside the city. The bronze-armored warriors lowered their heads.
The originally noisy and hustle and bustle inside and outside the city seemed to have been pressed on the pause button at this moment.
Only the sound of groups of expressionless bronze warriors lining up and walking was left.
Armor next to armor, halberds connected to halberds, the spears pointed straight outwards, raised high, as if to pierce through the layers of haze.
No one spoke, and no one spoke loudly at this time.
Even the gods above the sky held their breaths.
The focus of the world seems to be these bronze warriors.
And they had stern expressions. Although they each had different faces, they seemed to be carved from the same template.
Fu Haofei landed in front of the formation and waved the bronze ax in her hand.
The bronze ax with the two tigers biting the human head pattern was flashing with dazzling golden light, pulling on the clouds and turning into the black bird's flag.
All the bronze warriors raised their heads, looked at the black bird spreading its wings, and raised their weapons.
They had no sound, but they seemed to be making a more solemn oath than speaking loudly.
"They are all warriors who have been to the battlefield at least once and died there."
"The Lord will hold sacrifices on Mount Tai to bring back the heroic souls who perished on the battlefield. The Great Shang Imperial Master collected the essence of five coppers and refined them into magic beans. After integrating the heroic souls, they turned into these brave warriors. "
"After they sacrificed their lives, they set foot on the battlefield again, and maybe there will be a next time, and a next time! But maybe, after this time, their souls will be completely crushed, and there will be no way back." A voice said to Cao Zhe rang around.
Cao Zhe had already noticed this visitor.
He was dressed in white linen and dressed very simply.
He has black curly hair, deep facial features, and dark-yellow skin. He is not similar to the descendants of Yan and Huang.
Even though the ancient ancestors had various 'mythical forms', their general skin color, emission, pupils, and facial features were still consistent with those of the descendants of Yan and Huang.
"Who are you?" Cao Zhe asked.
Although he was asking questions, Cao Zhe did not introduce himself first.
Cao Zhe stood on the city wall for a while, but did not attract any attention. Naturally, it was because Cao Zhe turned a blind eye.
After Cao Zhe activated the "turn a blind eye" effect, he was in Fu Hao's personal space, and Fu Hao did not notice it immediately.
However, at this moment, he was noticed by this man and approached him.
While Cao Zhe was wary of it, he was also a little curious.
Of course, Cao Zhe didn't just ask questions.
He also used the identification technique at the same time.
"I'm Mo!"
The man smiled at Cao Zhe and said.
At the same time, Cao Zhe's identification skills also received feedback.
Thirteen Mo, body nine, strength three, Qi five, skills: dream bubble, root bone one, understanding two, remarks: fake! Of course they are all fake!
Cao Zhe's expression did not change at all, but his vigilance towards the sudden approaching person in front of him became heightened again.
Identification is of course not 'absolute'.
Cao Zhe has known for a long time that the basis of appraisal technique is his own 'cognition'.
The effect of the identification technique is just to collect statistics and summarize his knowledge of things.
In other words, in Cao Zhe's perception, the statistics of this man who calls himself "Mo" are indeed "horrible".
But this is false, no one's data can really be this bad.
Even Wang Yu, who was despised by heaven at the beginning, his data has never been so bad.
"You can't hide it completely in front of me. Or can you hide it, but deliberately reveal it a little bit?" Cao Zhe immediately had a question in his mind, but he was not in a hurry to know the answer.
"Are you a Dravidian?" Although Cao Zhe was asking, his tone was actually quite firm.
It doesn't matter if you guess wrong, don't be afraid of embarrassment.
If you guess correctly, you will get a more accurate answer.
"Maybe!" Mo said as he looked to the west with a strange look on his face.
The "Dravidians" mentioned by Cao Zhe are ancient Indians.
He is also one of the founders of ancient India among the four ancient civilizations.
However, with the invasion of the Aryans, ancient India was shattered and the Dravidians were "nominally" destroyed.
In the later caste system, Sudras, the lowest caste, may be the remnants of the Dravidians.
"Are you the one chosen by the Whirling Eye?" Mo asked Cao Zhe.
Cao Zhe was slightly surprised, but not too shocked.
After all, Fu Hao has all the tricks to summon future emperors.
Mo knew that he was sent here by the Whirling Eye, and there was nothing surprising about it.
Cao Zhe suddenly remembered that Fu Hao had said before that "the method of external demons can force the spirits of kings". Could it be that the "external demons" in Fu Hao's words were the "Mo" standing in front of him at this moment?
"Did you teach your wife well enough to change the Human King Formation and connect with the Whirling Eye?" Cao Zhe asked Mo.
Mo nodded and said, "Yes! It's me!"
"However, I don't know exactly what will happen."
"Summoning the future emperor is just a hypothesis, communicating with the Whirlpool Eye is the purpose."
"In other words, the arrival of many future emperors was actually influenced by you."
"It was your time travel that enveloped them and brought them together to this time and space that does not belong to them."
When Cao Zhe heard this, a trace of doubt in his heart was quietly resolved.
No wonder the 'emperors' who appear in that space are basically the 'emperors' he recognizes.
That is not only a kind of 'identification' in terms of cultural inheritance, but also Cao Zhe's own 'identification'.
The Swirling Eye only captured Cao Zhe's cognition, and then carried out directional locking during the process of traveling through time and space.
To a certain extent, the "many emperors" are Cao Zhe's stand-ins, a deception.
The purpose is to offset the 'directional' target.
The single shuttler seemed less conspicuous compared to an entire batch of shuttlers.
Of course, if Cao Zhe reveals himself that he is not an emperor, he will become conspicuous again.
Although the emperor currently in that space barely knows the identities of several of Cao Zhe's vests, they don't know Cao Zhe's true identity, and secondly, they haven't come out, so for the time being, it has no impact.
"What exactly is the Whirling Eye?" Cao Zhe asked Mo.
At this time, Cao Zhe had not yet been able to completely connect the Mo, ancient Indian civilization and Buddhism in front of him.
Perhaps, knowing what the Whirling Eye is can solve this question.
"It's a mystery!"
"A mystery that cannot be explained!" Mo replied to Cao Zhe.
This answer is almost like no answer at all.
Cao Zhe was not satisfied with this answer.
There is nothing we can do for the time being.
He couldn't understand the 'mo' in front of him. If he did it naturally, the probability of capturing it in one fell swoop was infinitely close to zero.
"So, why did you come to me?" Cao Zhe asked again.
"I don't know! You are the choice of the Whirlpool Eye, and whatever you do is right for me."
"And I only need to do my best to support you, which is the purpose of my existence here." Mo replied.
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