Rebirth of the Viking King

Unlike the Byzantine scholar Loki, he was too familiar with this huge architectural scale.

Whether it's Storm's End, Conqueror's Fortress, or the Sunken City.

All the things built by giants and gods similar to giants were of this size. He had seen it since he was a child in Scandinavia, so it was natural that he was not surprised.

"Miss scholars, I need to give you a kind reminder. Since I discovered this foothold 29 years ago, I have entered this abandoned temple no less than a hundred times, but every time, I just It’s just to escape the desert at night.”

As soon as the caravan entered the underground, Harsh immediately came over and explained to the Byzantine scholars in a very cautious manner.

"I had never really gone deep into those dark tunnels and had no idea where the building would go."

"There is an old saying in our industry - curiosity is the most terrible killer. If you want to survive, sell your goods well. Don't look at each other, and don't think too much."

"But of course, I also know your mission. If you really want to wander around, my people will not stop you.

But I have to say what I need to say first! After sunrise tomorrow, we will set off on time. If you fellow bachelors do not return to the team on time, please don't blame Old Hash for not waiting for you. "

The notebooks and charcoal pens that the bachelors had just taken out of their leather bags were slowly put down before they were lifted up. They all turned to look at Mergwen.

The Royal Academy of Sciences did not pay too much attention to their expedition. Therefore, all those who followed her into the Black Desert were those who had just entered the academy and were eager to collect some credits and obtain "explorer qualifications" as soon as possible. young people.

Mergwen looked at them. She knew exactly what the young bachelors who had just entered the school looked like. But then again, she herself is only 22 years old.

If she really encounters a poisonous scorpion beast in a dark passage, or if someone gets lost, she cannot bear the responsibility of losing her team members.

In the silent silence, a big hand stretched out.

Old Harsh looked back and found Loki stepping out of the carriage.

"You rode on horseback for a day, but I slept comfortably for a long time. This wind-sheltered cave has its own door. If you don't need to stay on guard at night, I can escort the bachelors to explore the cave."

"Sir, you" Before Harsh could finish his words, waves of fatigue suddenly came over him like a tide.

They marched under the sun throughout the day, trying to identify the direction while organizing a camel caravan of more than a hundred carriages. It was approaching midnight, and he still had to take care of the servants and women in the team, including cooking, distributing water, and feeding the horses.

He is no longer young, and he really can't find the energy to do everything in detail.

In the end, he could only wave his hands and tell them to take care of themselves.

Loki took the torch, looked at Concubine Xue at the door, and made a calm gesture. The "soul sacrifice" in the carriage had been taken off the carriage by the Tang soldiers. Seeing that everything in the carriage was going on in an orderly manner, he turned around and led the bachelors into the dark cave.

For some reason, he enjoyed his experience with this group of academic explorers.

There is not much greed and murderous intention among politicians in their hearts, only the eternal pursuit of academics.

This not only reminded him of the days when he was in college in his previous life.

**

"Senior sister, when we just walked into the village, did you notice the outline of the village?"

After just a dozen steps, while Loki was still lighting the torch on the outer wall of the passage, a tall, freckle-faced young man in the team took the lead to approach Mergwin.

If I remember correctly, this young man seems to be the youngest among this group of bachelors, having just turned 16 this year.

"Hans, you don't need to tell me, I have already discovered it along the way," Mergwin replied softly, "The Black Desert is indeed a strange place. It is unimaginable that the research on this land in the city is still blank!"

Hans Wells, a tall and lanky young man, was a minor nobleman who migrated south from the "Kingdom of Wales" among the seven countries of the English Islands. His father didn't have much of a future, and his biggest hobby every day was drawing prints and building gardens in the castle.

Influenced by his influence since childhood, Hans also has a high talent for craftsmanship.

When he was 14 years old, he visited Constantinople and accidentally participated in the "Tree Root Carving Competition" organized by Elder Crassus. While other contestants were chopping hard with big axes, Hans silently observed the shape of the tree roots, and finally carved out a huge sea monster struggling outward from the tree roots with only a few knives.

Elder Crassus was amazed by his talent and personally wrote a letter to introduce him to the "Royal Academy of Sciences" to study architecture, hoping that he could contribute to Constantinople in the future.

What Hans discovered was the village's completely different "urban texture."

After a city appears, the buildings that make up the city will be like a huge colony of wild animals, with all buildings obeying a unified system.

For example, baboons in the same group. They may be tall or short, fat or thin, and each one is different from the others in subtle ways.

But if you break out of the individuals and place them together, you can still see that they belong to the same group.

Even if all the baboons in this group died and only the corpses were left, you can still see the harmony and unity that remains in the wreckage.

After entering the Black Desert, the same is true for the villages the caravan passed along the way. In villages belonging to the ancient Egyptians, buildings were mostly distributed in groups of three to five throughout the village, leaving the spare parts of the buildings to form small squares or gathering places.

The temples in villages are often built on the top of low hills, allowing a bird's eye view of the entire village.

However, the village where Harsh lived at this time was completely different from the villages they passed by.

Judging from the ruins, the entire city is square and square, and the buildings placed in it are as neatly arranged as the spots on a snow leopard. This does not conform to the architectural style of ancient Egypt. If you look for similarities, it does look somewhat similar to the majestic Chang'an City on the other side of the eastern continent.

"Walking on this road, we must go to more dangerous places!"

On the other side of the team, an older female bachelor with curly hair said in a deep voice.

"My mentor, Chief Potion Master 'Dre Rotten' once reached important conclusions through alchemical experiments. If the pigments extracted by the ancients using colored stone powder are frequently exposed to flowing air, the colors attached to them will quickly As it fades, the handwriting will become blurry.”

"Although Boss Hash will block the vents every time he leaves, you can see that the murals outside the underground palace still have a large area of ​​color decay due to their arrival."

"I know what you're looking for!"

"If we want to find out that the 'Sumerians' and the 'ancient Egyptians' once interacted with each other, or even migrated, we must go into deep passages where the air cannot circulate."

"Looking for clearer, more complete text!"