The Earth People are so Fierce

The eyes of the human face spider, like a large-scale medical device scanner, scanned Meng Chao's injuries from top to bottom, from inside to outside.

When he realized that Meng Chao was okay and had just broken through the life barrier, regardless of his serious injury, sparks of joy burst into his eyes.

However, when he realized that Meng Chao's body structure was subtly different from that of ordinary Turan people, the spark of joy turned into suspicious ripples.

He spoke.

It speaks ancient Turan language.

The tones are complex and changeable, and the semantics are obscure. Each syllable is full of tongue curling, tongue flipping, tongue swallowing, and tone sandhi. Sometimes it is as cheerful and enthusiastic as the floral soprano on the earth, and sometimes it is like a soprano. It is from the dolphins in the ocean, deep and long, which can directly penetrate the soul.

Even when he was speaking, the carapace of his body was trembling and rubbing at high frequencies, making a sound of mellow metal collision, forming a rhythm similar to Morse code.

Meng Chao doubted very much that the ancient Turan language used by human face spiders was not only more straightforward, simple and rude, and even slightly naive than the Turan language used by modern orcs, which contained hundreds of times more details.

Even if compared to the language of the people on the earth, they can exchange three to five times more information per unit of time.

Unfortunately, Meng Chao couldn't understand what he was talking about.

Originally, Meng Chao's Turan language was two swords.

It's not bad to be able to communicate with modern orcs skillfully in daily life.

The "ancient Turan language" that I occasionally comes into contact with is also from modern witch doctors, priests and chiefs. It has long been simplified and even mistranslated. It conforms to the communication habits of modern orcs, but it is far from the original meaning.

Meng Chao even felt that he had not grown an organ that received such high-frequency information.

You can only spread your hands, point to the other person’s mouth first, then point to your own ears, and finally wave your hands to signal: "I'm sorry, I don't understand..."

I found that the purebred "human" in front of me without the characteristics of beasts turned out to be naive and ridiculous "modern orc language", and the human-faced spider seemed a little disappointed.

However, he seemed to have experienced countless blows that were a hundred times more severe than this in the long years, and soon recovered, using the stuttering modern Turan to communicate with Meng Chao.

"We... run out of time..."

He frowned slightly after only saying this half sentence.

It seems that he dislikes the barrenness and crudeness of modern orc language, and it is impossible for him to express his emotions, ideas, and the massive information that he desperately wants to pass on to the latecomers.

He simply closed his mouth and waved his blade limbs, beckoning Meng Chao to follow behind him and walk towards the depths of the cave together.

Supernatural Meng will not refuse.

He looked at the scene in the cave curiously.

I found that this long and deep cave was very different from the natural caves he had explored in the past.

The vast majority of naturally formed caves must be winding, uneven in thickness, sometimes so cramped that they can only be squeezed sideways, and sometimes suddenly open up, with caves and cavities larger than basketball courts.

Although this cave is deep, it is straight and flat, like a secret passage built by man.

The walls of the cave are as smooth as a mirror, and the surface is covered with some kind of metal and rock formation at super-high-speed friction, high-temperature molten rock, and the traces of cooling and solidification, like rainbows extending toward the dark depths.

There are also a lot of debris scattered in the cave.

Most of the remains are fragments of fragmented arc-shaped armor, thicker than Meng Chao's palm, with sections stacked on top of each other, like seven or eight layers of composite structure compressed together.

According to Meng Chao’s experience, this is the outer shell of some kind of large-scale vehicle or war machine.

It should be the spaceship of the ancient Turan people. When it crashed into another world, it scraped the rock formations all the way, was torn and scattered.

In this case, could it be said that the space folds hidden in the rock formations were created by the forced landing of the Turan spacecraft?

Meng Chao was amazed.

From this cave and the scattered shell wreckage, one can imagine how thrilling the Tulan spacecraft passed through in the past.

With a little carelessness, the entire spacecraft and the last hope of Turan civilization will be annihilated under the crust of another world.

In addition to the debris of the spacecraft hull, Meng Chao also found a large number of remnants of the spacecraft's interior in the wreckage.

Although the ages are too far apart, and the two civilizations are very different, Meng Chao couldn't figure out the purpose of these strangely shaped relics.

But he was inside and found a small amount of plastic products.

Meng Chao's breathing suddenly stagnated.

Plastics are polymer compounds made by polymerization of monomers as raw materials through addition polymerization or polycondensation reactions.

The ability to produce plastic products on a large scale has extremely high requirements for materials science and industrial systems.

It can even be said that the large-scale production of plastic products, like the large-scale use of steam and even electricity, is a sign of the maturity and even glory of civilization.

Modern orcs have long forgotten how to produce plastic.

Even a handful of witch doctors and priests still pass on the ancient production process by word of mouth.

However, there is no corresponding source of raw materials and large-scale industrial system.

So much so that they picked up a few carbonated drink bottles washed down by the Dragon City from the Turan River, which would be regarded as treasures, used to store the teeth of the prey or the secret medicine of the witch doctor.

The emergence of plastic products made Meng Chao firmer in his views.

The ancient Turan people have a civilization and industrial system that is no less than that of the people on earth.

In some areas, even above the earth.

Soon, he found more evidence.

For example, there are densely packed sculptures on the cave wall.

Turan people seem to like carving and painting on walls, bulkheads, rock walls...everywhere.

However, what Meng Chao saw on the bulkhead inside the Sacred Mountain Temple were crude and savage murals that resembled primitive art, depicting the desperate fight between Turan warriors and totem beasts.

What I see here are intricate, endless, criss-crossing, dizzying formulas.

Yes, although the numbers and operation symbols used are completely different from the earth civilization.

The numbers and operation symbols of the ancient Turan people are like crystal clear snowflakes and bunches of flames that keep forking.

But together, the feeling that is more mysterious and complicated than the wordless heavenly scripture immediately reminded Meng Chao of his fear of constructing various psychic force fields and calculating the concentration of spiritual qi in college.

He is energized and observes carefully.

Of course, I don't expect myself to be able to realize my inspiration and understand the thousands of formulas left by the ancient Turan people.

Instead, observe the brushstrokes engraving these formulas on the cave wall.

The brush strokes are deep and shallow, and the brushwork is also different. Some formulas are flying and uninhibited, while some formulas are upright and straight.

It's like through the hands of different people, even in the long thousands of years, over time, one after another, only to construct a "formula ocean" that is enough to submerge the entire cave and even the entire holy mountain temple.

Occasionally, Meng Chao can also find a few lines of relatively simple ancient Turan in the overwhelming and surging formulas.

After all, the "shelf life" of words is longer than that of words.

These few lines of text, like formula derivators and calculators, swayed indiscriminately under the turmoil and emotions, and did not deliberately pursue grammatical accuracy and semantic richness.

Meng Chao even guessed, but he was able to guess the general meaning of some of the words.

One of the formula derivators, thousands of years ago, full of fear and even despair, carved on the cave wall: "No, this is impossible, none of this is true!"

However, there are other formula derivators who have left messages:

"I will definitely think of a way!"

"Never... be controlled by it!"

"For our civilization!"

"I thought of it! I thought of it!"

Meng Chao narrowed his eyes.

My thoughts seemed to travel back thousands of years ago, and I witnessed an ancient Turan, full of different moods, or excitement, or Shen Yi, or madness, or full of fear but never give up, using his own blood and even life , In the depths of the otherworldly land, branded the mark of Turan civilization.

For some reason, the image that appeared in his mind was not as domineering and majestic as the ancient warriors like "fist, stomachless king, broken wings".

It is also a far cry from modern orcs like "Horn of Destruction, Blade of Fury, Demon Wolf of Doom".

Instead, they are a little thin and weak.

Think about it too.

If it is the bloodhoof clan, those muscular madmen with fists bigger than casserole.

Or the wolves, tigers and leopards of the Golden Clan with extremely sharp teeth.

How could it be possible to stay calm, spend all of your life's hard work, and leave so many formulas in an unknown cave deep underground?

The Human Face Spider noticed that Meng Chao's footsteps were getting slower and slower.

When I looked back, I found that Meng Chao was carefully observing, studying, and feeling the formula on the cave wall.

His gradually withered face immediately showed radiant pride.

The deeply sunken chest also seemed to have absorbed brand new vitality from the formula and became full again.

Meng Chao noticed the blood flowing from the human face spider all the way.

His pale golden blood was like a bright and dazzling beacon, illuminating the darkness ahead.

"Your injury, are you okay?"

Meng Chao couldn't help asking.

"It's okay... don't worry about me... and more important..."

The Human Face Spider motioned to Meng Chao to speed up.

The breath of life finally came from the front.

On the surrounding cave walls, there are a large number of similar fungus blankets, rockweeds, creepers and grape vines. It is not clear whether it is the primitive life of fungi or plants. It forms an underground ecosystem with small sparrows and complete internal organs.

No, it should not be said to be "primitive life".

Meng Chao noticed that under the fungus blanket and between the branches of the "vines", there were countless thin hollow metal tubes faintly entwined.

The metal conduit seemed to have life, slowly creeping, plunged deep into the rock formation, absorbing the psychic energy from the depths of the rock formation.

It is like an intricate root system and even blood vessels, providing sufficient nutrients for the entire ecosystem.

The raw materials that make up the "root system and blood vessels" are surprisingly liquid metal-like substances!