The majestic ancient city wall of Holleta really stands in front of everyone. Every brick, tile and even every line on the city wall attracts the eyes of those "heterogeneous" people from the earth. They look at this place in amazement. An ancient and glorious city, looking at its magnificent and solid buildings, looking at the crowds moving between these buildings, looking at the Leta runes carved on the surface of the buildings, watching all these things gradually revealed Things beyond the material basis: culture and inheritance.
The alienation still exists, and the sense of strangeness is inevitable. In fact, Hao Ren almost never expects those aliens from the earth to have any homesickness after seeing the dream plane. The memory of this aspect has long been completely disappeared with the impact of the original sin of blood, but he can still expect that those ancient aliens with profound knowledge can experience a heavy sense of cultural inheritance after seeing the various things in the dream plane , this kind of heavy feeling has nothing to do with whether they agree with it or understand it. It permeates every brick and tile of every civilization that has gone through the baptism of time. As long as it comes from a collective civilization, it can naturally smell its smell. And it will help every "chosen one" realize the "reality" of the Dream Plane. As long as this "authenticity" is established, the aliens on the earth will recognize the existence of this world from the bottom of their hearts, and think about it as an established fact-think about the meaning of this "hometown" to them.
Where is the culture and heritage? Not in the repeated preaching, not in those travel brochures and information sets, and not in the holographic projections that are played repeatedly in the giant turtle rock platform, it can only be in the place where it was born and multiplied: ancient buildings, oral language, The words that have gone through the years and changes, these are its carriers. The hawking in the streets and alleys is culture, the repairing skills of cobbler shops along the street is culture, the coat of arms on the helmets of royal knights is culture, even the gestures of passers-by on the street waving after seeing visitors are culture—and these things have been passed down from ancient times. Up to now, becoming an element that people are accustomed to and showing it in front of you is inheritance.
The alien races living on the earth do not have these things, and this is their saddest place—even in the glorious and powerful age of mythology, when they ruled the entire planet by force, and made the real native masters of the planet kneel at their feet tremblingly, they would still I can't change the fact that I have no culture and inheritance. They don't know what kind of ancestors they should worship, they don't know the meaning of their names, they don't know their social structure and technological system, the powerful Olympus pantheon is just a chaotic big family, Mesopotamia Every indigenous god on the sub-plain lives a chaotic life of constantly collecting treasures and delicacies and then sleeping after eating, even if some of them rack their brains and outline some etiquette, laws, and cultural aspects in a flash. things, their sparse and extremely unstable population simply cannot sustain it.
Therefore, the heterogeneous races on the earth do not have their own cultural heritage, and they have never thought about what it would be like if the race they belonged to had their own cultural heritage.
In the dark night noble area of Wangcheng, the young noble children from the Holleta blood clan enthusiastically introduced the origin and myths of the dark night nobles to their fellow earth compatriots. They mentioned that the first generation of blood lords came from The patron saint of the early vampires was a god named "Hertoli", that god lived on the larger moon, and even today some old vampires living in remote areas believe in these Unreal story.
When visiting a war gallery, the kingdom's werewolf general Elson proudly told the werewolves from the earth that their family has been the most valiant and warlike race on the planet since ancient times, and they are also early explorers of shadow magic. Later, due to physical limitations, werewolves were caught up by vampires in the field of shadow magic, but the achievements of werewolves in the field of seeking truth have always been recognized by the world. The werewolves once established a powerful magic empire on this planet, and until today, the large and small kingdoms they established are still a decisive force in the world. He also told those ignorant compatriots from the earth that werewolves have a holy mountain, which is in the west of the kingdom, where it is covered with snow all the year round, and it is the wish of almost every werewolf to go on a pilgrimage to the holy mountain...
After all, the rune dwarves did not find their lost inheritance of enchanting techniques, because those techniques had also been lost in Holleta, but the rune dwarves found something more precious than that: they found their own ancestral writing.
Those words were engraved on one hundred and twenty-two stone slabs and kept in the treasury of the Holletta royal family. If it wasn't for this extraordinary "visit activity", the stingy Majesty Moroen might not be willing to Bring these collections out for others to see. The attitude of the rune dwarves when they saw those stone slabs even stunned Hao Ren: a group of rough dwarves who looked like muscular blocks hugged each other and cried bitterly, their beards were drenched with snot and tears. , completely unable to see the meaninglessness and indifference when they set off.
Hao Ren didn't have much contact with these rune dwarves. He only knew that they were once a part of the Nordic pantheon. Before the arrival of Ragnarok, they heard the news and built a giant brass ship to escape from the about to capsize Yugu Dora Hill, under the nose of the witcher, fled to the depths of the ocean and lived in seclusion underground. They are the origin of many strange stories about underground spirits and empty lands on Earth, and it was not until the establishment of the Shadow Council recently that these solitary hermits came out again.
He curiously asked Hesperis about these dwarves, and finally figured out what was going on.
"They have been looking for their lost words," Hesperis pointed to those short mounds with bald heads who almost dragged their beards to the ground. "They attach great importance to the inheritance of words, but they traveled through When they arrived on Earth, what they lost the most was the memory of words. Have you seen the symbols on their skin? That is the 'words' they barely kept. It is said that when the first generation of rune dwarves just woke up, they only had They can vaguely remember these symbols, and then they immediately engraved these things on themselves. While engraving, they forgot the meaning of these symbols, until the whole body was covered with blood, and they completely forgot their own words .From that day on, each generation of rune dwarves has engraved the characters of their parents on themselves, passing these things down from generation to generation in this way, hoping to decipher them one day and re-understand the mystery of their own characters. However Perhaps because of the influence of the 'Original Sin of the Divine Blood' you mentioned, all their efforts in this area have failed..."
In the quiet narration of Hesperis, Hao Ren can restore the scene of that scene in his mind:
Ten thousand years ago, Ugudora Hill carried countless refugees from the dream plane, and rushed a bloody path in the terrifying energy storm caused by the war of killing gods. It tore through the wall of reality and crashed on the earth. Many arks Passengers died the instant they landed...
The surviving refugees were ejected from Ugudora Hill one by one under the control of some kind of automatic program, and were thrown to all corners of the earth. That planet was still wild at that time, and the only places to welcome refugees were wilderness, forests, swamps and wastelands. Although Ugudora Hill may have screened the forced landing site in advance based on the environmental index of the landing planet, it is likely that a considerable number of relatively vulnerable refugees died within the first few days to a few months.
While the rest woke up in fear and confusion.
The rune dwarves woke up under such circumstances. They woke up on the cold and frozen soil of ancient Europe, as if they had a long and real nightmare, and then they found that the nightmare had come true, and they didn't know where they came from. Come, where are you going, don't know where the world is, they may want to record the information collected first-hand, but they are horrified to find that they are gradually forgetting their own words - in the process of memory fading rapidly, they You can only choose to engrave those things on the place where you will least forget: yourself.
Then it was engraved like this for 10,000 years.
The rune dwarves excitedly asked the Holleta Kingdom to allow them to take away a copy of the slate rubbings, and their request was naturally granted, so they hugged and cried again. These loud guys almost made everyone in the gallery feel uncomfortable. The conversation didn't stop. After the dwarves calmed down a bit, Hao Ren couldn't help but sighed to Hesperis: "I didn't expect that among the aliens on the earth, there are still people who are struggling to find the lost cultural heritage like them. I thought you were all familiar with those things. Disregard it."
"Because the rune dwarves escaped the twilight of the gods, they are one of the least damaged races after the end of the age of mythology, probably second only to the sea monsters that were not damaged at all, so they have extra energy to think about cultural inheritance. The problem," Hesperis said lightly, "as for us... many of us are not indifferent to these things, but simply have no energy left, just like me, the entire Olympus family is only left including me There are only a few survivors, how can we have time to think about the belonging of civilization?"
Vivienne said next to him: "But when someone talked about Thunder Giant in the War Gallery, didn't you also listen to it fascinated?"
Hesperis' complexion changed, and he deliberately kept a straight face and said nothing.
Hao Ren smiled slightly, and watched the "tourists" he brought continue to visit under the guidance of the "tour guide" arranged by Holleta. After a long time, he nodded: "Anyway, it is finally It's kind of useful."
"But the biggest meaning is not here." The data terminal floated beside him, reminding him aloud.
"Of course, the biggest meaning is not here." Hao Ren nodded slightly, then raised his head, his eyes seemed to penetrate the vault of the building, staring directly at the infinite high and deep space of the universe.
More and more divine power oscillations are emerging everywhere in the dream plane, and are captured by the drone swarm.
A previously well-hidden "network" seems to have finally surfaced.