Law of the Devil
Chapter 366 [Mythology]
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Chapter 342 [Mythology]
Jolyn continued: "The land is fertile and the rain is abundant. The climate is hot and sunny. More importantly, spices, gems, gold are still on the island! They also raise a strange giant creature called the Elephant! The animal is huge, far more powerful than a lion tiger, and even more powerful! I saw Nanyang domesticate this elephant, then join the army, use it in the war, if you concentrate a hundred and ten heads to storm up... then the power is really indescribable! I'm afraid even the more powerful cavalry, the front is absolutely irresistible! When it comes to vulnerabilities, the only thing is that they are slower, and the numbers are not widespread. And... it's too far away for me to get it back. This time I brought four objects, four male and four female. Unfortunately, only three male and three female are still alive. ”
Jolyn stood up and walked over to the desk, pointing to the island, and said: "The island, called ‘Boroman Island’ by the natives of the South, is right in the middle of the island, where they call it the Mount of God. Legend has it that every hundred years, the mountain will erupt with flames. During the week, there will be hidden noisy movements. Once there is movement, around this mountain, the earthquake will vibrate, the birds will leave the beast frightened, unable to stand..."
Dewey nodded and said, "What mountain is a volcano?" As for the domestication of elephants... war elephants, although I haven't seen them myself in previous life, at least I've played Imperial Era.
“Above Boroman Island, arguably the most densely populated place in the entire Southern Ocean. In fact, it is my understanding that the entire civilization of the South also originated almost here. Moreover, the frequent imperial expeditions to the South Ocean in recent years have caused tribes to migrate southwards near the waters here in the Roland mainland, increasing the population of Borromen Island. I have heard locally that Mount Shen, just in the middle of Boroman Island, is a sacred place in the hearts of these peoples. But this has to do with their gods' legends. ”
Speaking of which, Dewey cheered up. After all, that message on Luffik's foot plate was too shocking.
“When it comes to the gods, the civilization of the Southern Yankees is very different from ours, and by some estimates, their religious lineage is as follows: In the earliest days, the legend was that there was a temple on the hill in the middle of Brahman Island, and according to the local Nanyang indigenous legend, in ancient times, there were spirits living in that temple! The spirits possess extraordinary powers and live in the temples of the mountains, while also protecting the people of that land. Whether it's a tsunami or a hurricane, or a disease, the spirits in those temples can help lift humanity out of its predicament. I even looked into the Nanyang legend and found that the details were well documented. According to their legend, these gods are called earth bodies, gods in charge of wind, gods in charge of fire, gods in charge of thunder, etc. … In their beliefs, each god is divided according to its own ministry. Because of your instructions, I paid close attention to these legends, and I finally found the source and discovered that all the legends originated from the temple on that hill. So..."
Dewey nodded with a glimmer of anticipation: "So you want to go up to that temple? ”
“I really thought so. But the temple is invisible.” Jolyn smiled bitterly: “Because, the temple, it no longer exists. ”
“Doesn't exist?”
Jolyn nodded: “It doesn't exist anymore. According to local legends, in ancient times, it was said that it was because of the protection of the gods, too much greed, which resulted in anger at the gods, disaster came to punish people, let the mountain spark flames! And that time, the gods no longer helped mankind, and in the flames of the mountain, according to legend, dozens of miles in all directions became scorched earth, and the legendary temple on the mountain was completely destroyed in the flames. So the people of the South Ocean were terrified, thinking that the gods had abandoned them and left them. ”
Speaking of which, Jolyn smiled bitterly: "I'm not happy yet, but I decided to go up to Mount Shen. The locals regard the mountain as an absolute sanctuary and do not allow anyone to climb it, even under the mountain there are many samurai guardians. But I still snuck up. As a result, nothing was found, and there were no more temples on the mountain. I even wondered if the temple really existed... after all, even if there were gods in the world, it wouldn't be possible to live in the world. However, the local legends actually say that there are noses and eyes, and even different tribes believe in different gods, but the description of the temple and the mysterious' Father God ’is completely consistent. ”
Dewey thought about it carefully: "Tell me about the Father." ”
“Yes, my lord!” Jolyn slowly said: “If that temple is the source of all the myths and legends of the South, then the Father, the Father, is the origin of all this. Legend has it that the Father, the patron saint of the Southern Yankees, built a temple on the mountain peak of Brahman Island, and then the temple was all kinds of fire gods, water gods, thunder gods, rain gods, wind gods, etc., all of them are just new gods he created. And since the ancient flames erupted in the mountains, the gods punished mankind, the Father and all gods disappeared. But there is still a legend in the Southern Ocean that the Gate of the Spirit is back in heaven. But the Father God's mercy still did not completely abandon his people, leaving behind a pulse, the so-called Father God's pulse, which is the Path Fick, and all of them engraved the tattoo on the soles of their feet, indicating that they were walking on behalf of the Father God. Other gods, too, have descendants left in the South Yankees, which are tribes that believe in different gods... In short, the myths and legends of the South Yankees are very confusing, especially among different gods, as if there are contradictions, it's okay to call and fight, it's a mess. I carefully sorted out the earliest myths and legends, mainly about the various miracles of the Father God, but later, as if the Father God, would not show up, and the mythology was rarely mentioned. Only the legends of the new gods that followed. ”
After listening to this, Dewey thought about it and suddenly grabbed a piece of paper and drew a pen on it for a while.
A moment later, he suddenly asked, “There are so many legends about the Southern Yankees, did they say that the so-called Father God built the temple, at the temple? How many years ago was the so-called ‘ancient’? A thousand years? ”
This made Jolyn look sad. "My lord, I've looked into this question carefully. Unfortunately, however, these Southern cultures are far too far behind our continent of Roland to say the least. Though the tribes of Boroman Island are much more advanced in civilization than those of the Turks in the north who are close to our empire. But in general, most of them are still in a state of semi-barriage. Most depressing to me… the entire Southern Ocean does not have a unified calendar!” Speaking of which, Jolyn seems to be crying: “There are more than twenty big tribes on the island, but each tribe is completely different in its calculation and recording of time! We Roland Mainlanders, used to one day, January, a year. That's not how it counts when you get to them. Some tribes will see the sun and the moon once each, even if it is a day, but... if there are so many days in a row, clouds in the sky, they can't see the sun and the moon, then they also think that this‘ day ’is not over! It wasn't until the sun and the moon came out that the day was over. But according to our Roland habits, we don't know how many days have passed! More tribes, there is no concept of‘ days' at all, they only count ‘generations’. This‘ generation 'is even more obscure. Their habit, the time of tribal chieftainship, is a‘ generation ’. If this chief dies and changes to a new chief, then it is a new‘ generation ’. But the problem is, people are old and sick, God knows how long they are, and some of them may live longer, and some of them are seventy or eighty years old, and they are considered a' generation ’, and some of them are short lived, and they die in a year or two, and they are a' generation ’. There are a lot of weird calculations like this, it's kind of weird... so they can't even tell how long it's been, and I can't tell by their mythological legend how many years ago the temple was. Some tribes say how many generations have passed... but God knows how many years this‘ generation ’is?! ”
Dewey listened and couldn't help but laugh.
So it's really hard to judge.
In his heart, however, a speculation gradually emerged.
“Dewey, how are you? Surprised? ”
Is that the so-called Father Father, Aragon?
Or look at it from a different angle.
The level of civilization still lags far behind when the South Yankees arrive. Well, I'm afraid a thousand years ago, in Aragon's time, they were even more foolish!
When Aragon arrived in the Southern Ocean, he ran over the volcano on Boroman Island and built a temple. He was the strength of the most powerful man on the continent. Naturally, he was vast in divinity and was mistaken for a god by those ignorant Nanyang natives.
As for the so-called new gods of the chaos of the temple... what kind of wind god fire god rain god thunder god and other shit, most of it Aragon himself harvested disciples, the subordinates who have been conditioned!
It's not hard to guess, it's not hard to understand. Teaching magicians from several faculties with the skills of Aragon is an easy thing to do.
What indigenous people call the Wind God Fire God Rain God Thunder God, I'm afraid it's just a magician from Aragon who taught the Wind System Fire System Water System and so on!
So the myths of the Southern Ocean can be explained, and the words of Lufik's foot plate can be explained.
As for later... mythology rarely mentions “Father God" again, it is presumed that Aragon has left, or... he is dead. It's all possible.
After losing this father, the disciples of Aragon were naturally less powerful than Aragon, and as a result, in a volcanic eruption, they all burped into the cold. It's not that gods punish humans for abandoning humans. It is the eruption of volcanoes. The magicians in the temples cannot resist themselves. Either they are all dead, or they are scattered as birds and beasts... As for falling into the folk, scattered, it also makes sense.
Even…
Why did Aragon go to the Southern Ocean to build a temple when Dewey suddenly moved and even thought about it one step further? Running to protect the ignorant indigenous people? Dewey cannot guess these questions… After all, although he is Aragon, he cannot answer them himself until the memory of his previous life is awakened.
As for... that volcano erupted...
Dewey frowned and thought. If a group of magicians were present in the temple, a volcanic eruption in the district would not necessarily allow a group of magicians to die. Even... it could have been that bitch of the Light Goddess!
These things can be slowly thought of later.
Dewey put that map away and suddenly came up with the idea: Perhaps, if I had the chance, I should go to the Southern Ocean to see that island of Brahman?
And I looked at Jolyn, and I said, "This is the legend of the myth, and you said," How much did the United Kingdom in the South Ocean pay for ransom to redeem their little king? How many good things did you bring back to me this time? ”
Speaking of which, Ruo Lin smiled...
At this moment, she smiles, even a little bit like Dewey. It's like when Dewey was shady on a weekday, he was just as insidious and cunning...
“My lord.” Jolyn smiled: “This time I went with more than 30 boats. Before I went out, I managed to get some more. Finally, our fleet reached 80! Back and forth a year, we lost three boats on the road due to storms and reefs and some accidents on the road. I brought it back this time. Seventy-seven boats! This time I brought twenty boats to Dido, but the big troops stayed at the port of Walker, off the southeast coast of the mainland, and because the Lancang Canal was too narrow after all, all the biggest seaships, unable to come in, stopped at the port of Walker. Because this time it was too much. I really can't bring the Emperor all at once..."
Dewey's heart started pounding...
“Too much? How big is it? ”
Where is the monthly ticket? Where is the monthly ticket?
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