Chapter 254: The Immortal Tribe
Wandou's expression suddenly tensed, and he subconsciously glanced at Rong Yuan, only to see him raise his arm and turn off the light in Wandou's hand. The light around him became dim and not quite bright.
The next moment, the rustling sound suddenly disappeared, and dozens of fully armed micron people appeared around them. They bent their knees slightly, half-crouched, and looked ready to attack at any time. When they saw Rong Yuan and Wandou, they were obviously stunned.
Several micron people who had come here to hunt earlier were still lying on the ground. Two of the newcomers immediately went out to check them out, and then made a gesture to the micron person standing in the front with a pair of black S-shaped horns on his head, probably to indicate that they were all still alive. Everyone's tense expressions relaxed, and as they looked at each other, the faint hostility dissipated. Curiosity and excitement gradually rose in their eyes, and their gazes involuntarily swept back and forth between the two men's legs.
The pointed-horned micron man in the lead spread his palms and made a strange salute, then looked at Rong Yuan and said, "I am Yadao from the Changguang tribe. Excuse me, are you two guests from the Fei tribe?"
It is said that Rong Yuan and Wandou were dressed exactly the same, except that Wandou's head was a little bigger, but there was no other difference. But after taking a look at them, Yadao decided that Rong Yuan was the one who could make the decision, and became more respectful to him. Wandou didn't notice anything wrong, and he looked serious, pretending to be a bodyguard, but he forgot that no one could see his expression through the helmet.
Seeing that the hat of becoming a tribe was already on his head and could not be taken off, Rong Yuan did not try to explain it, but just nodded and accepted this identity. Worried that he would confuse these microns again, he secretly adjusted it several times before sending out a consciousness wave: "Hello, I am Rong Yuan, this is Wandou, nice to meet you."
The voice transmitted through mental power was very different from the voice of his usual speech. It was hoarse and low, like the echo of an ancient bell, and seemed mysterious for no reason.
The team of microns immediately became agitated, their minds were filled with simple exclamations to express their surprise, and some even looked like they were about to faint from excitement. If it weren't for the bodies of their companions still lying on the side, it wouldn't be surprising if some people came around to ask for autographs.
After hearing what he said, Yadao looked relieved, but he was still a little more cautious and suspicious than his companions. He asked, "Can you please tell me what happened here?"
A beginning full of lies would lead to immeasurable variables. Although the microns on the ground might not know how they fainted, Rong Yuan still told them the truth. Hearing that their companions fainted because they could not bear the other party's voice transmission, several microns showed shameful expressions. However, when they knew that the balls on the ground fainted for the same reason, they were left with only shock and admiration.
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The tribesmen who went out hunting brought back more prey than they could have imagined, dragging and pulling. The whole Changguang tribe was in jubilation. Many children and elders gathered around to help, carrying the balls into the warehouse in cone-shaped backpacks and locking them in cages. Others kept surrounding the hunting team to ask what was going on. When they heard that they had such a big harvest with the help of the two legendary Feiyi tribes, the atmosphere became even more bizarre.
Yadao impatiently pushed away the two guys who surrounded him for the thirteenth time and asked him to tell them about their encounter with the Fei tribe. He looked around, pulled out the talkative hunting team member from a group of girls, and asked, "How are the unconscious members of the tribe?" He remembered that he had sent this guy to send several unconscious people to the doctor for treatment.
"Captain?" The team member was startled by his action. After seeing clearly, he smiled and said, "The doctor said there is no serious problem. He will wake up tomorrow morning."
He said absentmindedly. Although he was still held by Yadao, his eyes and tentacles had already turned to the girls. Yadao pushed him away, grabbed another person and asked, "Where are the two Fei people?"
"With the chief!" the man said hurriedly, holding a few thin sheets of paper in his hand, which recorded the gains of the hunting team.
Yadao strode towards where the chief was. The houses of their tribe were all built on the ground, with only a low hemispherical protrusion on the surface. Open the door and walk down a steep slope to find a different world inside. The tribe of the Micron people did not have a very obvious class distinction. Although the chief had a prominent status, his house was no different from the others except that it was in the middle of the tribe's land. There was no one guarding the door. Yadao knocked on the door, and after getting permission, he jumped down directly from the door.
When he came in, the two people who claimed to be from the Flying Tribe were sitting next to the chief. One was sitting properly, while the other was sitting casually. Their behavior was so casual that their chief looked like a servant. The chief's wife was also sitting next to him. In a corner of the room was a cradle made of flower petals, in which lay a baby sleeping with his finger in his mouth.
Yadao paused, walked to the chief's wife and sat down. The people in the room looked at him and continued their previous conversation. The chief's wife smiled at him and poured him a glass of water.
Yadao noticed that there were also some water and food beside Rongyuan and Wandou, but they were not touched at all. His eyes flickered, and he lowered his head and listened to them carefully.
The chief said in a deep voice: "No one knows where these white dragonflies come from. They seem to appear suddenly, taking away the water, destroying the environment in which we live, and polluting our food. Everything they touch seems to have been devoured of all its vitality. There are fewer and fewer things to eat, so we have no choice but to feed on this thing. But they are extremely fast and smart, and it is very difficult to catch them. We have very little harvest. If this continues, my people will die of hunger. Distinguished guest of the Feiyi tribe, I, Duoli, the chief of the Changguang tribe, am willing to pay any price, just asking you to save my people and give them guidance."
He bowed deeply, his forehead almost touching the ground. The chief's wife also bowed in the same way, and said in a trembling voice: "Our warriors are willing to fight and die, but we still have children, they can't fight this crisis. Please, help us."
Yadao hesitated for a moment, then bowed deeply. He heard the Fei clan member named Rong Yuan say, "No price is required. We are here for this very reason."
"Thank you so much! Thank you very much!" The chief bowed again, then stood up and said sincerely: "Please allow me to do my part."
"That's right, I need your help right now." Rong Yuan said politely, "Please give me all the information you have about this... Baise dragonfly. In addition, before I find a way to deal with them, I may need to live in your tribe for a while and do some experiments, and I may need help."
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The chief's wife went to arrange a place for Rong Yuan and his companion to stay. After they left, Ya Dao couldn't wait to ask, "Father, do you believe them? If they are liars..."
The micron people's consciousness transmission cannot be directed at individuals. When one person speaks, everyone around can hear it. However, the micron people also need privacy. Therefore, they apply some special materials on the buildings of their houses to absorb and isolate such sounds. Therefore, when Yadao speaks at this time, he is not afraid that Rongyuan outside will hear it.
"Shut up!" Chief Doli slammed his cup on the table and said sternly, "The Changguang tribe never doubts their friends. Yadao, you disappoint me so much!"
"But they may not be friends!" Yadao said hastily: "Although they look alike, didn't you tell me that the legendary Flying Clan never speaks? Father..."
Duoli raised his hand to interrupt him and said, "I also told you that not speaking does not mean that they cannot speak. Maybe it's just because there is no need to speak. What's more, legends are just legends. The Fei Clan has not appeared for a long, long time. During this long period of time, they may have changed. This is not a doubt."
Yadao said stubbornly: "Since legends are just legends, father, why do you believe them?"
Looking at his persistent eyes, Dori was worried that his suspicion would turn into hostility and push away the friends who might have helped them. So he sighed and said, "I told you that our ancestors had seen the Fei Clan with their own eyes."
"Yes." Yadao didn't understand why he brought up the old topic again.
Doli said: "What our ancestors left us is not only the deeds of this clan, but also a portrait." He turned around, took down a slender cylinder from a cabinet covered with tiny crystals, took out a scroll from it, and unfolded it with very gentle movements.
The "paper" of the Micron people is made of thin films peeled off from certain cells after special processing. The material itself is not tough and can only be preserved for a limited time, so it can only record some unimportant information. More important knowledge will be engraved on a piece of gold foil with a thickness of only 0.1 micron . But that material is very rare, and the chief only has a few pieces. It is said that in some large tribes, there are books made of that kind of gold foil, and their preciousness is unimaginable.
The scroll in Doli's hand was obviously made of cell membrane, a very fragile material, so the chief was very careful and even held his breath. As the scroll slowly unfolded, Yadao's eyes widened and he watched stiffly. Even when Doli put the scroll away again, he was still shocked.
"Father, this, this..." Yadao stammered, almost forgetting how to speak. A thought kept rolling over and over: How is this possible? This is impossible! But...
Duoli nodded, confirming what he saw: "Yes, that Rong Yuan is exactly the same as the Fei Clan that our ancestors saw in the legend."
"But, but..." Yadao's mind was in a mess. Yes, they were exactly the same, but time had passed so quickly, how many years had passed? It was impossible for two identical Micron people to exist in the world, so why did the Fei Clan have two identical people after such a long time? Even their outfits were exactly the same!
"In fact, there is an even more bizarre and incredible saying in the legend—" Duoli said in a low voice: "The Fei tribe is an immortal tribe. The Fei tribe that people have encountered in history are all one person!"
"This is impossible!" Yadao jumped up subconsciously, and was speechless when he thought of the portrait. However, he soon found a piece of evidence: "This time... we met two people! Maybe everyone in their clan looks like this?"
"Maybe." Doli rubbed his forehead tiredly and said, "But no matter what, my child, they are the real Feiyi people, and they are our last hope. You must be respectful and do your best to meet any of their requests, understand?"
Yadao looked at the place where the portrait was put away, pursed his lips, and said, "I understand, father."
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On the other hand, knowing that the microns around him couldn't understand their language, Wandou asked softly: "Rongyuan, don't you think that the microns are very similar to the spheres they call Baiselong? They are not species that evolved naturally on Earth, right?"
