Chapter 892: Spark Plan
The Mud Village had changed so much that Ma Lie wandered around the entrance of the village for a long time before he found the landmark he was most familiar with as a child - the Mud Spring.
Next to the mud spring, many lizardmen were burying themselves comfortably in the mud, leaving their heads exposed to enjoy it.
Their tails swung from side to side in the mud spring, and they constantly scooped up the warm mud and poured it over themselves.
As the mud gradually cools and hardens, the temperature of the mud will enter the Lizardman's body, and in the process, it will also kill many parasites and microorganisms that breed in the Lizardman's scales.
"Haas~" "Haas~"
Every lizardman in the mud spring would involuntarily make a comfortable cry, and for a moment, the sound was everywhere.
"Walk three hundred meters to the right from the mud spring and you will find your uncle's house."
Ma Lie, carrying a bow and arrow, walked step by step towards the place in his memory. As the distance got closer, Ma Lie's heart beat faster and faster, and his breathing became more rapid.
Finally, when Malie saw the old figure standing in front of the lizard's nest, bending over the leather to dry, he could no longer hold back and shouted loudly:
"Uncle! I'm back!"
With the call of uncle, Ma Lie finally settled down after ten years of wandering, and his eyes couldn't help but become sore.
When Old Matt heard the voice, he was stunned for a moment.
He glanced at Ma Lie but didn't recognize him, so he stretched his head out again, squinted his eyes, and looked carefully.
"Little Malie? Little Malie, is that you?"
"That's me! Uncle Matt!"
"Hass! It's really you! Little Malie, after ten years, you're finally back!"
Old Matt's hands began to tremble with excitement.
Ma Lie ran to Old Matt, opened his arms and hugged him warmly.
"Good boy, good boy."
The old and blurry-eyed Matt excitedly grabbed Malie's arm. Malie, who used to be only up to his waist, was now two heads taller than him.
"My dear, where have you been for the past ten years? Why have you disappeared without a trace?
I asked people to go to the Swamp City, and I went there several times myself, looking for news about you everywhere, but I couldn't find any trace of you."
At this point, Matt's eyes welled up with tears.
“You know the era ten years ago, the death of a lizard man was normal.
I always thought you were dead..."
"Don't say anything, Second Uncle, I understand everything. I have never blamed you."
Ma Lie supported Old Matt and said in a trembling voice:
"Back then, everyone was lucky enough to take care of themselves. Second uncle, you took care of me for so long after my parents passed away. Even the coldest-blooded lizard would wag its tail for that."
"nephew!"
"Second Uncle!"
The sentry drums stop people from walking, and there is a wild goose cry in the autumn at the border. The dew starts to be white tonight, and the moon is bright in my hometown. My brothers are all scattered, and there is no home to ask about their life and death. The letters I sent have not arrived for a long time, and the war has not yet ended.
When relatives who have not seen each other for a long time finally meet, they always have endless topics to talk about.
Before we knew it, the sun god was resting in the dark and night had arrived.
The lizardman uncle and nephew finally talked about the present instead of reminiscing about the past.
Marx said solemnly to Old Matt:
"Uncle, I have something important to tell you.
The great God of Miracles, the Seven Pigeons, has forged the dynasty weapon of our fortress power, the [Tidal Kingship]. "
"【Tidal Kingship】? What is that? It sounds powerful?"
Old Matt was a little confused.
“Uncle, you don’t have to worry about it. You just need to know that with , the troops of our Fortress Force will have extremely strong adaptability to the world.
We can survive in any world and slowly transform where we live into a swamp.
The decisive battle between our Yasa world and Chaos will come soon, and the gods of our world are very confident that they can win.
But no matter how confident you are, you still have to consider defeat before victory.
Under the command of the Seven Pigeons, our fortress forces selected a troop, which was called the Fire Troop by the Seven Pigeons.
The Fire Seed Force needs to take the information seeds of all living beings in the Yasa world, board the sky boat, and head to another void to find one or even several homes to settle down.
It is better to be prepared.
If the Yasha world loses the war with Chaos, the Fire Seed Force will become the last hope for the Yasha world to overthrow Chaos.
I am a member of the Fire Troops. According to the rules, I have the right to bring my six closest relatives with me.
Uncle, you know my background. Both my parents are dead.
After I left the Swamp Village, I never got married, had eggs, or had a partner or offspring.
Second uncle, you are my last relative.
Second Uncle, are you willing to leave the Yasha world with me and join the Fire Seeds Team organized by the Seven Pigeons God?"
"This..." Faced with this unexpected question, Old Matt seemed very confused.
What the hell?!
Of course he knew the Seven Doves, the God of Miracles.
[The Strongest Chosen One of Yasha], [Apostle of the Six Gods], [The Patron of the Mother Goddess in Charge of Destiny], [Demigod Architect], [The Creator of the Three Eras of the Underworld Farm Era, the Great Fertility Era, and the Great Development Era], [The Founder of the New Yasha World], [The Great Ruler Who Changes the Destiny of Living Beings], [The Protector of Weak Arms], [Chaos Slayer], [Miracle Incarnation], [The Lord of the World Without a Crown], [The God Above God Without a Godly Position]...
Old Matt has heard these titles so many times.
Every bard who came to the Swamp Village had to recite the various great achievements of the Seven Pigeon God, and then add his own carefully prepared words of praise.
The poems and songs praising the Great God of Seven Pigeons were longer than each other, as if one's poem was shorter than the other, showing insufficient respect to the Great God of Seven Pigeons.
Old Matt could even memorize the names of the numerous female confidantes of the great God Qi Ge.
But what does the great God Qi Ge have to do with him, Old Matt?
Can I reach it even if I fly?
ah?!
What is the Seven Pigeon God? What is the Fire Force? How can I, Old Matt, have access to these things? Just hearing the name is enough of an honor for me.
Old Matt was dazzled and couldn't believe it.
It’s like a handsome man wearing a supreme dragon robe suddenly appears in front of you and tells you that he is the legendary Qin Shi Huang. He is not actually dead at all, but ascended to the fairyland and became an immortal, and you are his 108th generation descendant.
Now he wants to take you back to the fairyland with him to enjoy happiness, and asks you if you are willing to go.
"No, nephew Ma Lie! Is it a question of whether I am willing to go?
Forget about whether I am willing or not, I don’t even dare to believe it.
"Nephew Ma Lie, what have you become of yourself in the past ten years? You... you... how come you are so powerful that you can even be related to the great God Qi Ge?"
Seeing Old Matt's slurred speech, Ma Lie immediately understood what was going on.
He patted his forehead and said apologetically, "Oh, it's all my fault, it's my fault, I didn't explain it clearly.
I'm not that great now, but I promise that what I said is true.
Occasionally, I can still see the Seven Pigeon God, although I can only see him from afar and it is difficult to talk to him because I am not qualified.
I didn't ask you to make a decision immediately.
I came back this time just to say hello to you and let you, second uncle, know what's going on.
The formation of the Spark Force is no secret.
In addition to us, the designated Spark Guards, the Spark Force will also recruit some logistical soldiers from the nine major forces who are willing to join the Spark Plan.
Soon, many bards will come to the village to preach.
Second uncle, you can discuss it with your own children at that time, and contact me when you are sure."
As Ma Lie spoke, he took out a colorful conch the size of a finger from a cloth bag around his waist and placed it in front of Old Matt.
“If I have left the village by then, you can contact me by blowing the conch shell.
This conch is disposable. If you haven't made up your mind yet, don't blow it for fun."
Hearing what Marx said, Old Matt put down the small conch in his hand with a wry smile.
"That was close. I almost blew it up."
Old Matt looked at Marx eagerly, still in confusion and unable to believe it.
It happened so suddenly that he couldn't react.
Just as Old Matt was about to ask in detail, suddenly, a crisp crackling sound came from the south of his house.
"The sound of bamboo flute..." Old Matt and Ma Lie's expressions became serious at the same time.
Bamboo bamboo is a plant that grows in swamps. Its branches are similar to real bamboo, but it has no bamboo leaves. Instead, it has fruits shaped like bean pods.
When the ripe bamboo fruit is roasted over a flame, it will make a loud noise, and is often used to warn villages, hold lizardman pairing meetings, and other occasions.
At this time, this continuous crackling sound can only be produced by old bamboo fruits that have grown for more than two years.
This old bamboo fruit is only used in one occasion...
One by one, the [Swamp Flower Oil Lamp] was lit by the Lizardman villagers, and the entire swamp village slowly woke up to the crisp sound of the old bamboo flute.
"Hass!"
Ma Lie stuck out his tongue vigorously. The painful memories that had been sleeping in his mind for more than ten years suddenly awakened at this moment.
Old Matt opened the door in a hurry, and saw an old lizard man who was over 40 years old, kneeling weakly in front of his house with a cane.
"Matt, your aunt is gone."
There were no tears in the old lizard man's eyes. That kneeling seemed to have exhausted all his strength.
"Uncle! My condolences."
Matt and Mali hurried out of the house and helped up the old lizard man who came to report the death.
"Your aunt didn't make it."
The old lizard man patted Matt on the back and said sadly:
"I'm fine. I'm not sad. Your aunt is 46, like me, and she's very old.
I have to go somewhere else.”
The old lizard man gently broke away from Malek and Matt, and slowly walked towards the other lizard nests with his crutches.
"Uncle, please slow down."
Ma Lie stared at the old lizard man's back, speechless.
Twelve years ago, when his father died from injuries sustained while hunting, he did the same thing, kneeling from house to house to inform the villagers of his death.
"Let's go." Matt sighed, picked up two benches and walked towards the lizard man's house.
In every house in the mud village, wives put on cold-proof coats for their husbands, young people carried sturdy earthen tables, the elderly brought fruits and grains, cooks carried woks, and musicians brought their instruments.
Thousands of lights converge towards one house.
The villagers lit the [Swamp Flower Oil Lamps], helped pull out the weeds, solidify the mud, decorate the venue, put out tables and chairs, prepare the banquet... Many lizardmen villagers performed their duties and cooperated with each other. The venue that originally took a family of lizardmen several days to prepare was completed in just a few hours.
Then there is mourning, condolences, and comforting each other.
When the sun god's rays fell, the grandson of the lizardman aunt raised his neck and roared loudly:
"Hahaha~hiss~listen to the signal!
Neighbors everywhere! "
"Ha!" The lizardmen responded in unison.
"Friends and family!"
"ha!"
"I'm the only one shouting!"
"ha!"
"You all should join in the conversation!"
"Hey!"
"Isn't it bad that I yelled?"
"good!"
"Please bear with me!"
"good!"
"Come with me!"
"ha!"
"The sun god is rising!"
"ha!"
"This is the old lady's last day!"
"good!"
Afterwards, the twelve-year-old grandson of the deceased lizardman aunt, with tears in his eyes and his head raised, led the entire village of lizardmen towards the swamp.
The villagers of the Swamp Village took turns carrying a coffin made of swamp vines and mud thatch that looked like a canoe, and walked behind the Lizardman's grandson.
Everyone was silent, missing and mourning.
It was not until the coffin slowly drifted away along the muddy river under the gaze of everyone that the sad cries slowly rang out.
Malie half-hugged his little lizardman grandson and gently stroked the scales on his back to comfort him.
The lizardman's little grandson is the same age as he was at that time.
He was also twelve years old when his father died.
This could not help but make him feel sad and tears welled up in his eyes.
This is a farewell ceremony unique to the Mud Village, tragic and sad yet full of warmth.
After the farewell ceremony, even the poorest families in the village would squeeze out some supplies to help the families who had lost their loved ones.
It could be furniture, nutritional supplements, or even precious military equipment.
Ma Lie’s first bow was given to him by his second uncle after his father passed away.
Ma Lie couldn't help but feel a little emotional.
Now, under the leadership of the Great God of Seven Pigeons, the Lizardman Village has become prosperous. These supplies seem insignificant and can only be regarded as a simple gesture of the villagers.
But when he was a child, these supplies were life-saving for families who had lost adult lizardmen.
Without those supplies, he would not have been able to survive even with his second uncle's help.
After all, my second uncle was still young at that time and it was difficult for him to support himself.
In the difficult times, no Lizardman villager was absolutely selfish, because the villagers all knew that if they didn't help each other, no one would survive.
Things are different now.
But we still need to be prepared for danger.
No one knows whether the era of suffering will come again.
That is why the Fire Plan is so necessary and important.
At dawn the next day, a canoe came hurriedly from the Mud River.
The lizardman boatman and his wealthy businessman son arrived late.
They set out overnight to the Swamp City and brought back the [Lizardman Witch] from the Swamp City.
The [Lizardman Witch], wearing a straw hat and a straw raincoat, stood barefoot on the surface of the Swamp River, praying for the deceased who were drifting in the Swamp River, and wishing them to sleep peacefully in the arms of Mother Yasa.
The villagers were immersed in sorrow. They did not notice that a group of well-equipped lizardmen soldiers were slowly approaching the swamp village.
