At that time, when the ups and downs of tens of thousands of years did not happen, this mountain was much higher than it is now, and it had another name, called Holy Mountain.
The pure white light went up the foot of the mountain and finally landed on the top of the snow peak.
They stood side by side gently and calmly, overlooking the whole land for the last time on the top of the mountain, all the outlines became blurred, the golden red flame gradually extinguished, and the dazzling white light became warm and shallow...
In the end, it flows down from the top of the mountain and covers the whole earth, like the gentlest ray of morning light.
Three days later, people who were lying across the continent woke up one after another.
In the woodland outside Bass Valley, the little lion class was one of the first to wake up. He lay on the ground in a daze for a while, as if he didn't realize where he was and why he was in this place.
He blinked, and found that he suddenly couldn't remember what happened before. He only remembered that he seemed to be entangled by snake-like vines and sucked into jerky.
Fuck jerky? !
Ban Yigulu turned over and sat up, only to suddenly realize that he was no longer in the form of a beast, and had changed back into a human form, presumably Betan Day has passed completely. He lowered his head and pawed every part of his body until he confirmed that his skin and flesh were all there, fresh and elastic, and then he let out a long breath of relief.
But before he breathed out, he was shocked again. Because he slowly remembered what happened here before he was entangled by the cane, although it was not so clear. He remembered that he and his clan had a very tragic fight with sand ghosts, and many people died...
resemble! And Dan!
Bamboo got up, and rushed towards the two beasts that were still lying not far away... Oh no, they have turned back into humans.
However, after only one glance, he was stunned. If he remembered correctly, Xiao and Dan's hands and feet were crippled in that tragic battle, and the excessive blood loss alone was enough to die several times. But at this moment, most of their wounds had healed, and it wasn't as bad as Ben remembered.
They were lying sprawled on their backs. If it weren't for the frowning and the crippled legs and feet, Ben would have suspected that he was dreaming.
He scratched his chin, still a little unsure, so he stretched out his hand to gesture on the body of the strong man Dan, and picked a place around the waist that was most likely to hurt and twisted it hard.
"Aw—" Dan let out a cry, closing his eyes and frowning, and slapped Ben's paw that needed a beating away like a mosquito.
"It will hurt, it's not a dream!" the wicked little boy thought contentedly.
In fact, he is still young, he should be at an age that does not know worries, but he has tasted the feeling of being relieved of a heavy burden and remaining alive after a catastrophe in advance. He glanced at the clansmen all over the ground. They were still awake, and their brows were wrinkled in sleepiness. He should have called them up one by one, but suddenly he felt lazy and wanted to have a good stretch.
In fact, he put it into practice. The little boy fell straight down with a "boom", and rolled three times on the grass, rolling like a mud dog, before lying on his back with his arms and legs wide open, and laughed "hehe" twice.
Before he woke up just now, he had a dream. He dreamed of his father who was as tall as a mountain. He dreamed that Mai rubbed his head, and then lifted him up like a puppy and put him on his shoulders, carrying him. Walking in the mild morning light...
A few days later, most of those who suffered from the accident woke up. They shouted one by one and looked for the rest. They picked up a group from the dense forest and valley, and another group from the desert wilderness. Finally, they found There is also a big one lying on the south coast.
There are thousands of people here, it seems that they all floated up from the sea and ran aground on the beach. The clothes on them were dried in the sun, and they also harvested a little sea salt for nothing. If you shake it casually, you can save two bowls, which is quite a deal.
The claim of these "floating corpses" at sea is not troublesome, because most of them come from San Antis and some nearby towns. Not long after it was discovered, a group of troops from the Golden Lion Kingdom brought it back.
Human beings are worthy of being a very resilient existence. They can withstand blows and suffer disasters. From returning to their own towns with injuries and a messy face, to jumping around the streets with their arms hanging and crutches, this whole transition The period only took about a month.
The emperor of the Northern Emerald Kingdom took the lead in risking his death, turning himself into a human skin sandbag, and disappeared along with the group of palace guards who had been harmed by him, and went to accompany the sand ghosts under the loess. Those small city-states have long since lost their leaders.
So after this incident, the area of the Golden Lion Kingdom has doubled as expected, reaching as far as the north