The Origin of Arcane

Wynd coughed and explained a little embarrassingly: "The reason for this is a bit complicated, but one thing is for sure. We haven't died, and we haven't been to the world of the dead. We just went outside the swamp and are now back."

"You mean, you two ran away from home?" Pooh's eyes widened.

The embarrassment on Wynd’s face became stronger, and his voice became much lower. “You can understand it this way, but we just want to go out and take a look at the outside world and see if we can learn more to help the tribe.”

"The God of Water, you abandon your people and run away from home, do you know how much your family worry about you? Wycliffe, do you know that your mother even cried blind for you, Wynd , Do you know how sad the patriarch has been over the years? You still have the face to come back."

Pooh, who was above his vitality, didn't even care that Wynd was his young patriarch. He picked up his spear and smashed his head and face. Fortunately, he didn't completely lose his mind. Before that, he knew that he would turn the spear upside down.

"My mother is blind from crying? Is she okay now? Where is my father?"

"How is my mother? Is there anything wrong with her?"

Wynd and Wycliffe asked anxiously, because they were ashamed, they didn't dare to dodge.

When the two and a half of them ran away from home, it was pure enthusiasm for young people and they didn't think so much.

By the time the passion had calmed down, several years had passed, and when they dreamed back at midnight, all they thought of was their family.

This yearning increases with age.

But the longer the time, the less they dared to mention the word home, because they didn't know how to face their families.

Had it not been for the sudden news this time, it would have been impossible for them to figure out how long they would have to wander outside in order to muster the courage to go home.

"You still have the face to ask, since you are so concerned, why did you go early? Come back early! I smoked you for your parents, two bastards, why don't you die outside clean."

Pooh became more and more angry, and couldn't help adding a little more energy. The two men who had been on the battlefield had to squat on the ground with their heads in their heads, and stopped speaking, until the other party vented their anger.

After all, Pooh shot them because of kinship, not hatred. After venting for a while, he slowly stopped, and still grunted: "Get up and talk. You still have a little conscience. You haven’t waited until your Uncle Pooh’s seventy-eighties. Come back again at the time. At that time, even if you want to smoke, you don’t have the strength. Don’t worry, everyone is still alive except Wickliffe’s mother’s eyes. Get up, it’s good news that you are not dead after all. Uncle Pooh, if you can do it, your family may be reluctant to smoke you."

"Uncle Pooh is also good for us. After all, we had the fault first." Wynend licked his face and said, having been hanging around for so many years, the craft of Erpi Face must be mastered.

What's more, love is deep and hateful. If the other person has no feelings for them, they don't bother to care about them, whether they are dead or alive these years.

After this meal, the meat hurts but my heart feels better.

"It's good if you know it. Come here and get to know them. These two are from our tribe. Little Wynd and Little Wycliffe, who just ran around and were devoured by the quagmire, saw a living person this time. "Pooh said to the team of young people he led.

When these young people came to say hello, the expressions on their faces were weird. There were elements of wanting to laugh but not smiling, some of them looked at rare animals, and a few young ones. It seems to have a bit of worship.

Damn it.

My own people are using them as negative teaching materials to educate the next generation. The village still doesn't know what kind of situation is waiting for them.

"Uncle Pooh, why did you patrol here? If I remember correctly, there are still several villages away from our town." Wynd asked without seeing this gaze.

Pooh glanced at him obliquely, and said with a lingering breath: "You have been away from home for too long, and great changes have taken place in your clan. This place has been annexed by us five years ago and belongs to our territory. Since last year, the weather has become very abnormal. The fishing grounds to the north have been exhausted. Our fishing grounds have begun to move here. The situation is a bit chaotic now. Fortunately, you met me. If you change to other villages, or If someone who doesn’t know you leads the team, that’s bad."

Wynd just wanted to say that we are not weak girls, and we have encountered more chaotic situations along the way. The reason why we are caught in a hand is because you are our clan.

But looking at the other's surging face, and when he reached his mouth, he swallowed again and said yes with a smile. Why haven't I found Uncle Pooh's temper so violent before? Is it because of his age?

"How is the situation in the clan now?" Wynd asked flankingly.

"It's not very optimistic. There is little rain and the sun is poisonous. Many fishing grounds that have water all the year round have been exposed. Under this situation, even if there is more rain, it will take several years for the fishing grounds to recover. Fortunately, we still have the mother river. Although the water level has dropped a lot, the output is not much less, and low water level has the advantage of low water level. You don’t have to worry about turning the leaves, you can freely enter and exit for fishing. The days are not bad, and it can barely be maintained, but this situation continues. If it continues, it’s really hard to say."

Pooh's face was so sad that he couldn't hide it, he glanced at the young people walking around, and whispered: "Tell me the truth, you two really didn't go to the world of the dead and come back again?"

Wynd and Wickliffe looked at each other and said in unison: "Uncle Pooh, it's really not. The world of the dead is just a legend. For so many years, those things that have been resurrected from the dead are not a lie, let alone the legend, death. The spirit doesn't have any temperature. If you touch it, we are all living beings."

"Okay, okay, don't be so loud." Pooh said meaningfully. "There was no before, it doesn't mean there is no now. The things that have happened in our family in recent years are far more than you think. Too surprised."

"Is there anything else we haven't seen?" Although Wynd and Wycliffe didn't say it, they didn't care about it. After all, no matter how they said, they are people who have walked out of the swamp of despair and have seen the world with their eyes open. There are definitely more things than these people trapped in the swamp of despair.

After having acquaintances to lead the way, they were obviously much faster, and in the chat, they quickly returned to the town.

When they saw their town clearly, Wynd and Wycliffe stood outside the gate, speechless for a long time.

Pooh didn’t bluff them. They had been away from home for too long. Great changes have taken place here. Their towns have been relocated. If they weren’t lucky enough to meet Pooh, they wanted to find their own Relatives, I'm afraid it will take some setbacks.

"What's the matter with this castle? Is it because our people have built it in the past few years?" Wynd could not help asking.

What was in front of them was a magnificent castle. No, it was half a castle.

But this half of the castle is not everything from the middle to two, but everything from the top to the bottom is two. What they see now is only the upper part, and a part is hidden under the water.

Even so, the upper half of the exposed part is larger than most of the castles Wynd had seen in the plains of Asia Minor.

Based on the situation he showed, Wynd knew he had asked the second half of the question for nothing.

This is obviously not the handwriting of the crocodile tribe.

Not to mention whether the crocodile people have such great ability, just say that so many huge stones for building castles are nowhere to be found.

Unlike the Byrons, who like to build stone houses, desperate swamp boulders are rare. Crocodiles usually build houses with mud mixed with water and weeds. If possible, they can only build wooden houses with logs and build castles with boulders. That is really unheard of. .

"Five years ago, the Nu River changed its course and took away most of the water from the Green Algae Lake by the way, and Lausanne Castle was exposed. This is not a gift from the **** of water, but a legacy left by our ancestors." It was not Pooh who answered Wynd’s , But another middle-aged man.

The middle-aged man had a loud voice, and he walked over quickly, with a dashing manner in his steps, a bit of a desire to embrace Wynnde, but he was stopped again.

On the contrary, Wynend couldn't help but gave the other party a bear hug, tears poured out uncontrollably, and he kept apologizing, "I'm sorry, I'm sorry."

The middle-aged man stiffened a bit, then patted Wynend's shoulder unnaturally, and comforted: "Just come back! Just come back! Just come back!"

Just three come back, which contains countless feelings of middle-aged men.

The strong-tempered middle-aged man may have been angry before.

But under the impact of time, the anger subsided, and all that was left was deep longing and the last trace of luck.

As long as his son is still alive, it is better than anything else.

This middle-aged man is Wynd’s father Webb Saroph, the ruler of Lausanne.

Compared to the restraint of the two men, the blind mother of Wycliffe on the other side was crying with her son who thought she was already dead. This was a cry of joy that was lost and recovered.

After seeing each other for a long time, naturally there are endless things to say, but Wynend did not forget the reasons that prompted them to rush back in a hurry, and whispered to his father: "Father, we need to talk alone. We brought back the whole swamp of despair. News of the life and death of the crocodile."

Weber stared at his son for a few seconds, nodded and said, "Come with me."

Wynd made a gesture to Wickliffe, and followed his father with strides.

Weber took Wynd directly to the top of the castle. The father pointed to the bottom and said to his son: "Look down from here, what do you see?"

Wynd leaned forward and looked at the whole town. Even the Desperate Nu River, which was respected as the mother river by the Crocodile tribe, was faintly visible.

However, compared with the flooding in memory, the desperate Nu River is more in line with the image of a mother, calm and vast, with countless large and small boats shuttled and hunted on it.

Several answers flashed through Wynd’s mind, and finally froze in one word, and replied: "Home."

"Yes, it's home. No matter what you are dissatisfied with here, this is the home where you are born and raised. I hope you have learned enough lessons. Before you make a decision, you must consider this first." Weber said vaguely Out of dissatisfaction with the son ran away from home this time.

"I didn't understand it before, but now I understand it." Wynend nodded cautiously, "We came back for this, too. I don't know if my father still remembers that the swamp of despair was not what it is now. , But a fertile plain, a land of fish and rice, because of natural disasters, it became what it is now."

"Of course I remember that I read the clan code back to you." Webber seemed to think of something, the corners of his mouth curled slightly, and a smile appeared, which made his stiff face soften a lot.

"This record is true. Now history is playing out again, but the situation is completely reversed, and the swamp of despair will become the Jiangnan Plain again." Wynend looked at his father very seriously, "For this we ran there personally. I have seen a large reflowing river. It is a river that is wider than the mother river. Two years ago, it was only a small river only tens of meters wide..."

"I know."

"You know?" Wynend looked at his father with a look of stunned expression. This answer was completely beyond his expectation.

On the way back, he and Wycliffe discussed repeatedly. The most difficult thing is how to make his father believe that every word he said is true. After all, he has never seen before and after the relapse. Jacob Jiang, it's hard to believe this.

"Because someone told me the same thing three days ago and told me that everything was done by them." Weber's face became so profound that it was difficult for people to figure out what they were thinking at the moment. What they said, I will be skeptical, and now my son has returned from a long distance to tell me about this, so I will not leave ten!"

"Who told you about this matter? He said they did this matter?" Now it was Wynd’s turn to be full of doubts. He thought he was bringing back first-hand news that shocked the entire tribe. It suddenly became second-hand.

"An Andean, he represents the Yongye Army." Weber replied. "He told me that it was the Yongye Army who led the ground lake on the upper reaches of the mother river and let the lake go north. The biggest source of the river is cut off, and it won’t take long for the Despair Swamp to revert back to the Jiangnan Plain during the ancient Andes Empire.”

"Andean? The leader of Yongye? Is it true that the legend is true?" Wynd said with a look of surprise~www.wuxiaspot.com~Have you heard of them? "Weber was not as calm as he appeared.

Just like what Wynd said just now, this is a big matter related to the life and death of the entire crocodile family, and he can't help but be careless.

When he first heard about this, especially when he heard it from the mouth of a complete stranger, he was completely in a state of high doubt. These days, he was racking his brains on how to verify what the other party said.

There are many methods, but none of them can get immediate results and they all take a lot of time.

Unexpectedly, his son, who had been in an accident a long time ago, not only returned safely, but now he also brought back key information, which made him feel particularly excited. He doesn't believe in outsiders, can he believe in his son?

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