Oh My God! Earthlings are Insane!

Meng Chao tried to walk a few steps on the "relief".

He found that his feet were slightly sunken, and the armor covering his feet also melted into a liquid-like metal substance, which merged with the "relief".

Bunches of weak biological currents were introduced into the neural network from the soles of the feet, and rushed into his brain on the information highway formed by the spinal cord.

A large number of Turan orcs who died heroically in battle three thousand years ago, the last memories and fighting skills were poured into his brain like a torrent of information.

Meng Chao could only feel the muscle fibers all over his body bouncing uncontrollably.

The nerve endings are more like being surrounded by flames, but there is no burning pain, but a feeling of renewal.

He enjoyed the stimulation of bioelectricity to the fullest, his arms turned into spears and sabers, and he swiped lightly in the void.

The air in front of the arms was torn and pierced by him immediately, turning into faint ripples, rippling around.

"My fighting skills are more proficient than before.

"Three thousand years ago, the miraculous feats of Turan warriors were all accompanied by the stimulation of bioelectricity, which was deeply imprinted in my muscular system and neural network.

"It seems that the relationship between the totem armor and the holy mountain temple is like the relationship between carrier-based aircraft and aircraft carriers in the Earth era.

"When the two are connected together, the properties of liquid metal-like substances can be used to fuse and split at will to transmit massive combat data instantaneously.

"It's like, I downloaded a large amount of combat data from the Holy Mountain Temple and entered it into the totem armor and even my body!"

Meng Chao was amazed at the technology of the ancient Turan people.

It's getting more and more strange, how could the Turan people, who had such a good hand, play their civilization into the muddy look it is today?

But seeing that the wolf king was also trembling slightly beside him, he also received a large amount of battle data, and said ecstatically: "Reaper, have you felt that the power of the totem from three thousand years ago is continuously pouring into our bodies?" !

"No wonder, the Turan warriors 3,000 years ago wanted to kill bloody heads and even roll heads in their respective tribes and clans, just to fight for one who came to the top of the holy mountain, worshiped the ancestors, and received the blessings of the ancestors." qualifications.

"We have acquired such a wealth of combat experience and skills before entering the Holy Mountain Temple. It is hidden in the depths of the Holy Mountain Temple. The real heritage will definitely make us a hundred times stronger than we are now!"

That's right.

It's just, can the power that is a hundred times stronger be controlled by them, or will it turn them into slaves of power and become completely unrecognizable?

Meng Chao didn't have an answer yet.

Having said that, the Holy Mountain Temple has a taste of "teaching without discrimination, and treating everyone equally".

Meng Chao was obviously not a Turan orc.

But neither the totem armor nor the holy mountain temple seems to exclude him.

I don't know if it's because people on Earth and Turan orcs have a very close genetic relationship, they are basically the same thing.

still……

The power dormant in the depths of the holy mountain temple has been sleeping for too long, hungry and hungry, as long as it is a carbon-based intelligent creature, all comers will not be rejected?

Meng Chao continued to move forward, and the content of the "relief" under his feet gradually changed.

From the fierce battle between the Turan orcs and the Shengguang people, it became an internal contest between the five major clans of Turanze.

The lionmen and tigermen stretched out their sharp claws, the tauren and wild boarmen stretched their muscles, the winged feather tribes soared in the sky, launching surprise attacks like air-to-surface missiles, and the snakemen and lizardmen curled up their scaly bodies , dormant deep in the shadows, suddenly launched a lightning-like sneak attack.

There are also treants with the smallest number but also the most peculiar shape. They seem to move slowly and are harmless to humans and animals, but on the vines wrapped around them, there are huge flower buds that can open their bloody mouths at any time, spraying deadly acid and The venom is like a blossoming piranha.

The five major clans, each showing their abilities, presented a series of wonderful killing games to the great ancestors on the top of the holy mountain.

Similarly, when Meng Chao's feet stepped on this "relief", a large amount of information, accompanied by the tremor of bioelectricity, poured from the soles of the feet to the spinal cord, and then to the brain.

Let his soul travel to the top of the holy mountain four or five thousand years ago, and enjoy the grand, solemn, bloody and gorgeous "Games of the Brave" personally.

In addition to the dazzling and exciting contests between the five major clans, he also saw that whenever a killing game ends, the winner lives and the loser dies, and the winner will respectfully carry the loser's body, Amidst the envious yells of countless companions, stepping on a ladder that still existed at that time, extending obliquely to the depths of the ground, sent the body of the loser to the holy mountain temple.

The wolf king told Meng Chao that what they read from the "relief" was the oldest custom of Turanze.

According to tradition, only the bravest and most powerful Turan orcs, who died in a wonderful contest or fierce battlefield, are eligible to send their bodies to the holy mountain temple for burial.

The Turan orcs believed that no matter how fragmented and horrible their corpses became, even if most of their limbs and organs were missing, as long as there were still a little bit of corpses, they would be buried in the holy mountain temple.

Their souls can hear the call of the ancestors, and they will be resurrected in the depths of the holy mountain temple, the eternal hall and the battlefield.

From then on, they became part of the ancestral spirits, able to repeat endlessly on the two favorite things of Turan orcs, revelry and bloody battles on the battlefield, forever.

Only the bravest and most powerful Turan orcs can send the warrior's body to the holy mountain temple for burial.

By the way, I got the blessing of the ancestors, and while upgrading the totem armor, I got a lot of battle memories from the ancestors, which made me stronger and qualified to participate in more dangerous and exciting battles. I challenged the limit again and again until I also won The most heroic way of sacrifice is to be sent to the holy mountain temple for burial.

The holy mountain temple is the home of Turan warriors.

It is a pity that this tradition was interrupted by the invasion of the Holy Light Army three thousand years ago.

Since then, no Turan warrior has been able to be buried in the holy mountain temple.

Countless warriors went forward to explore the holy mountain. The best result was to push their own corpses below the top of the holy mountain, into the blood pool of the scarlet mountain peak.

"If the legend is true, then we are likely to see the corpses of Turan warriors from five to six thousand years ago, or even seven to eight thousand years ago in the holy mountain temple—each corpse is a They are the most powerful men who once dominated the world and shocked Turanze and even the land of the Holy Light. Their great achievements are all engraved in the war epic and remembered by every Turanite."

The Wolf King stretched out his barbed tongue, licked his lips, and said, "Maybe even their souls are wandering in the depths of the holy mountain temple, waiting to give us the 'baptism of the strong'! "

Meng Chao shivered deeply.

Damn it, he didn't want to see the souls of Turan warriors seven or eight thousand years ago in the depths of the holy mountain temple, and he didn't even want to accept the "baptism of the strong"!

The two continued to move forward, and the "relief" under their feet changed again.

This time, it became a scene of magnificent, solemn, magnificent cities rising from the ground.

Meng Chao discovered that this "relief" scroll seems to use time as the axis to flashback the history of the Turan civilization over the past ten thousand years.

From the epic battle 3,000 years ago, to the battle between the five clans 5,000 to 6,000 years ago, to the construction of Chijin City, Black Corner City, and Baijian City 7,000 to 8,000 years ago.

The "relief" composed of liquid metal-like substances is constantly changing, showing fine details.

The bioelectricity introduced into the body along the soles of the feet also stimulated Meng Chao's visual nerves and memory cells, and magnificent scenes emerged in his mind.

Meng Chao was quite surprised to find that the ancient Turan people's way of building cities was completely different from that of Earth people.

They first used some kind of plant similar to the Datura tree to penetrate deeply into the earth, winding and wrapping the spar and metal veins.

Afterwards, absorbing the spiritual energy, heat and metal elements from the depths of the earth, these plants broke through the ground at a speed visible to the naked eye, and grew in the wind, and soon grew to a height of tens of meters, hundreds of meters or even two to three hundred meters. , like skyscrapers piercing the sky.

These living skyscrapers also stretched out countless branches horizontally, connecting with the branches of the surrounding skyscrapers, like an intricate air passage extending in all directions.

If the ancient Turanians lived in such a "biological building", they would be able to travel directly to and from any corner of the entire city without going downstairs.

"Great technology!

"This is not only a miracle of architecture, but also a breakthrough in material science. The ancient Turanians have been able to tame various metals with different properties just like the people on Earth tame flames. A superalloy that can change at will, and even blend with plants, and then use it to build the backbone of the city.

"However, it seems that even this technology of building cities and smelting alloys has been lost for a long time.

"Seven or eight thousand years ago, the newly built Black Corner City was a hundred times more magnificent, huge, brilliant, and advanced than the Black Corner City I saw with my own eyes today.

"If you say that the newly built Blackhorn City is a resplendent palace.

"Today's Blackhorn City is the ruins left after the palace was repeatedly attacked by fire, flood, storm, and even rebellious soldiers. Beasts took over and turned it into a nest, and they just picked up some dead branches and mud on it.

"The whole city, as if it has experienced a series of collapses in the long years, the height alone has been reduced by more than half.

"The superalloy material that has lost its spiritual power has gradually exceeded the limit of metal fatigue. It is on the verge of crumbling, covered with rust and cracks everywhere, and was randomly piled up with bricks and smeared with mud by the Bloodhoof clan. But it's just fake.

"A series of methane explosions in the area almost destroyed this once indestructible and glorious city..."