Mystery: Those years when I was a foreign aid for the Aurora Club

Chapter 69 Broken Diary (5)

*Great twist in the fog of history (not
In the planet that has stopped rotating, in the star core that has been extinguished for thousands of years, the God of Order is sleeping and dreaming of the beautiful dreams of the past.

The white god was curled up, her face was covered by long hair, surrounded by dead flowers and plants, and the tattered shade turned starlight into specks of light on her white fur.Occasionally, she would hear the language of her native land in her dreams, and see her father and mother, who had forgotten their faces, as well as her siblings.The younger brother seems to have inherited his mother's light blue eye in one eye, while the younger sister scratched her left ear from a child's mischief, leaving a small gap.As for father and mother, those are more distant memories that have been buried in ashes.

Ahhh, but she still remembers.Remember the fragrance of the soil, remember the vast grasslands, remember the stars all over the sky, and the comfortable wind that surrounds you when you gallop with other races.

I remember rolling on the grassland with the grazing livestock when spring came, and planting new flowers for the walls of the stone houses that had been empty for a year.Remember to make a contract with the tree people early before winter comes. The tree people will spend several days fixing themselves next to the stone house and wrapping the house with their own branches and trunks.In winter, the tree people will fall into regular deep sleep, they use their bodies to help themselves and their compatriots resist the wind and snow, and they need to provide food regularly to maintain their lives.

Such a beautiful memory, such a beautiful hometown...

1000 years ago, the star core went out and the planet stopped turning.Lost gravity, deviated from the track, and ushered in a century-long cold wave since then.In order to maintain her homeland, she chose to become a god and set a new order for her hometown that could continue to survive.So she finally found the only life among the thousands of possibilities of death.I reject the cycle of life and death, so all things can live again under the shelter.

In the barren land, even a full stomach is a luxury.

So civilization is forgotten. (God decides to give up civilization)
With the long cold winter and short spring, the weak new life cannot grow normally at all.

So all children must be born with extraordinary abilities. (God made the two races fight for extraordinary characteristics)
Without the help of the tree man, the stone house could not withstand the severe cold.

So the gods allowed the same race to hunt and kill the treants in order to survive in the winter, and then help them reproduce in the spring.

Years of cannibalism have caused the population of the two races to drop sharply.

The god instructed the two races to help each other when food was plentiful, but this time they did not obey the oracle.

100 years, 200 years.Civilization is forgotten, the world is no longer progressing, and deep-seated hatred pervades everyone's hearts.

The god of order often thinks whether he has not resisted the cold wave, because the omen of destruction never goes away.

How much I want, how I want to hear the language of my hometown again.

How much, how much I want to eat delicious broth again.

However, all she was left with was a chaotic and crazy dream.

One day, her spirituality was suddenly touched, and she felt a powerful creature gradually approaching her sleeping place.

It was a treant. She had only seen such a powerful treant in the world in her memory, and she couldn't help but miss it for a while.She saw this being coming to the top of her hiding place, looked around, and set up a simple ceremony—so she was going to pray to her?—She woke up a little bit, and wanted to see this strange creature What believers ask for.

"God of Order? No."

The tree man's body language revealed a sense of impatient impatience, which made her even more novel.

"—Blannka."

said the tree man.

The God of Order was stunned suddenly, this is her language, the language of her own race, the language that the civilization buried deep in the ice once spoke!Are you my compatriots? Could it be that you, like me, have been sleeping for a long time, and thus escaped the great cold wave? Are you also unwilling to forget the good life of the past, just like me, please say more, please say more !Whatever you say is fine, I am eager to hear this language that has been lost for thousands of years and no one knows it!

As she wished, the tree man spoke slowly:
"I've never seen such a useless and selfish god like you."

"Look at what you have done? Is there any need to save this broken place? Your love is to let us kill each other?"

"Climb quickly!"

TBC
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Decline, a god with a bad temper since childhood.

(End of this chapter)