Chapter 987

After being confirmed, Huang Yi couldn't help but glanced at the raised shoulder blades on the back of the old man again. △, I didn't expect that the Yuren clan, who were all-powerful back then, would degenerate into this appearance.

The Feather Race was once a great sky race in the Second World. They have a pair of wide wings and are covered with feathers, soaring in the vast sky.

They take the blue sky and white clouds as their home, the mountains and cliffs as their friends, and the breeze and sunshine as their companions. Their graceful flying postures once covered the sky of the entire second world. People on the earth often raise their heads and look up at their figures soaring in the sky with envy, like noble angels.

In the ancient times, the Yuren tribe gave birth to a great god-conferer, that is, the god of faith Johns!

His appearance made the Yuren race unprecedentedly prosperous, and once became the most powerful race in the second world, ruling the sky of the second world, even the mighty dragons had to lower their noble heads.

But after Johns became a god, the feathered people gradually declined. After going through the ancient times and the ancient times, the current situation of their population has become very severe, and they have been reduced to the point where they can only survive. And since ancient times, there has never been any feathered people in this world, and some people even think that the feathered people have become extinct.

Unexpectedly, in this isolated peach blossom garden, there is actually a degenerate descendant left behind.

"Why do you say that Johns led to the downfall of your feathered race?" Huang Yi asked suspiciously.

The old man squinted his eyes, as if he was recalling the stories passed down from generation to generation by word of mouth, and said slowly: "Johns used to be a member of our 'Zi Ri Clan', and the Zhu Ri Clan was once one of the strongest clans of the Feather Clan. Johns The name of Yuren is in the ancient saying of the Yuren tribe. It means "the light of the scorching sun". His life is indeed like his name. It is as dazzling as the scorching sun. The rest of the Yuren tribe were born in caves on the cliffs of high mountains, or It is in a big nest in the canopy of a giant tree. It is only after childhood that you can slowly start to learn to fly. But Johns was born when his mother was soaring into the sky. He was born directly from the sky and fell to the ground as soon as he was born. Other Feather-human babies would have fallen to their deaths, but it was before falling to its death. It miraculously learned to fly, as if it was born to belong to the sky, and it was destined to be different."

As the old man said, a yearning smile appeared on his face, his old eyes looked at the distant sky, and he continued: "Like all the feathered people of the 'Zhuri Clan', Johns believes in the warm sunshine, in order not to let the sun set , he always chases the sun and never stops to rest. He eats the wind, drinks the rain, and absorbs the aura of heaven and earth. For this reason, he follows the sun and surrounds the whole world over and over again. His golden wings always reflect the dazzling sunlight and become a landscape of the world .Countless children even sit in front of their homes every morning, looking up at Johns and the sun rising in the sky together.”

Huang Yi lay on the rattan chair, listening to the old man's words,

Looking at the blue sky and white clouds in the sky. He seemed to be able to see the golden figure chasing the sun, crossing the sky tirelessly over and over again.

The old man said, closing his eyes, and his voice became a little low: "Johns chased the sun with a pure heart, and his mind was simple, but because of this, he didn't know much about the world. He knew about the pain of life, depravity, evil, killing, darkness, etc. He knows nothing about negative emotions, and has never even seen the night. As he grows older and more knowledgeable, the doubts in his heart gradually deepen. At this time, the leader of pain, Groer Cannian, came to this world in person. Spreading pain and developing demon cult believers. Johns simply stopped chasing the light and turned to the embrace of the pain demon cult in order to study the demonic way. Where he flew over, there was no longer warm sunshine, but full of pain and Death. People began to fear his figure soaring in the sky. After seeing his flying figure, the children were no longer full of yearning, but hid in their homes and closed the doors and windows. Since then, he has become a public enemy of the world and forged a A lot of enmity, even implicated the entire Yuren clan."

The old man took a deep breath, slowly opened his eyes, and his voice was full of strength again: "Later, Johns understood the profound meaning of the devil way, finally corrected his evil ways, sentenced the devil race, and returned again. At this time, he has thoroughly understood He understood the essence of the world, and understood the light and darkness, the sacred and the evil. With his power over the top of the world, he unified all the clans in the Yuren clan, led the entire Yuren clan to true prosperity, and dominated the vast sky. That was the most glorious era of my feathered race, the whole world was shrouded in the shadow of our wings, and countless races bowed their heads to us."

Huang Yi heard this, touched his chin, and said quietly: "The so-called extremes must be reversed, and the next thing should be the decline of the feathered people!"

"Yes!" The old man nodded and regretted, "Under Johns' indulgence, the feathered people have become more and more arrogant, thinking that they are superior to all races, and all conflicts and contradictions have been brutally suppressed. Later, Johns became a god and entered the heaven. The feathered people lost his protection, but they still tried to continue the glory of the past. They maintained their previous arrogance and quickly became the target of public criticism. Those enemies that Johns provoked in the past, And those who had to succumb to the Yuren tribe due to the situation, united against the Yuren tribe one after another. To make matters worse, the Mozu also retaliated wildly against the Yuren tribe because of Johns' rebellion. Since then, the Yuren tribe has turned from prosperity to decline, and from heaven He fell into hell. It's like the old proverb of the feathered people - 'the higher you fly, the harder you fall.' Although there have been some amazing and brilliant characters in the feathered people, they have never reached John At a situation like Si, it is impossible to change the fate of the feathered people's decline."

"What is the direct relationship between this and the degeneration of your wings?" Huang Yi asked suspiciously, "Even if the race declines, the wings grow on you and you can use them at any time. How can they degenerate?"

"It's not that simple!" The old man shook his head and said quietly, "After the decline of the feathered people, they can't even keep a small piece of sky. They are like rats crossing the street. Everyone shouts and beats them. Whenever someone finds a flying The feathered people will attack in groups. In order to hide, the feathered people have to hide in some remote mountain cliffs, fly between hidden canyons, and compete with some birds for the small low altitude. The old flying Gone are the days of skyrim and globetrotting."

"If that's the case, the Yuren just can't fly that high or that far, won't they be reduced to the point where their wings have degenerated?" Huang Yi asked with a frown.

"This starts with the Oscan Empire." The old man narrowed his eyes and his face became tense, "By the time of the Oskan Empire, the Feather clan had been greatly reduced, and some clans had even become extinct. The clansmen all retreated into the mountains and valleys, and rarely participated in external disputes. However, the situation changed during the reign of the forty-seventh king of the Oskan Empire, Austria-Hungary. The war, the whole world was full of wars, full of gunpowder smoke, and the Yuren tribe was also affected. The only remaining members of the Yuren tribe were required to be forced to enlist in the army to fight for the Emperor of Austria-Hungary. Several clans headed by the 'Lightning Clan' succumbed to the great Emperor of Austria-Hungary and became his lackeys. And some clans headed by our 'Zhuri Clan' retained the pride of their ancestors and would rather die than obey. They were cut off cruelly lost their wings, deprived of the ability to fly, reduced to slaves, and allowed to be trampled upon."

"Later, the Austro-Hungarian emperor was defeated in successive battles, and those clans who succumbed to him gradually died in battle. Basically, only the crippled slaves whose wings had been cut off were left in the feathered clan, but they were more painful than death, because what they had The offspring produced have serious defects, and their wings become incomplete. Even if some lucky ones grow complete wings, there is no longer any tribe to teach them how to fly. Since then, these offspring have gradually lost the ability to fly Ability, after generations, the wings of the feathered people gradually degenerated, becoming shorter, smaller, and more fragile. The feathers on their bodies also fell off from generation to generation and became sparse. In the end, only the skin was left, no different from ordinary people. Of course, during the period, there were still some unwilling tribesmen who tried everything and made various attempts, and even a great tribe almost succeeded, but In the end, it still can't stop the tragic fate of the Yuren tribe."

The old man said, adjusted his sitting posture, and said: "Our ancestors were once a group of unbearable slaves. They escaped by luck and found such a place isolated from the world. They have stayed here from generation to generation. I have never been out again, and the ability to fly will never come back. But in our ancient books, we were once the Sun Chaser Clan among the Yuren Clan, the Sun Chaser Clan with golden wings chasing the sun and light; the one who was born The Sunstrider clan of Johns the God Conferred; the proud Sunstrider clan who never bowed their heads..."

At the end, the old man's tone trembled slightly. The raised shoulder blades on the back trembled slightly, as if dreaming of soaring into the sky and chasing the sun like their ancestors.

"So that's how it is!" Huang Yi finally realized, a little respect rose in his heart.

It is a miracle that the Yuren tribe survived the wind and rain, survived countless turmoil and ups and downs, and finally survived tenaciously in this way.

"Young man." At this time, the old man turned his head to look at Huang Yi, and said seriously, "I hope you don't leak this place to outsiders. We have been separated from the outside world for too long, and we don't want to go out anymore, and we don't want to be exposed by the outside world." If you can find this place, it means that you have a destiny with us, and we will not let you go back empty-handed. Our ancestors left some things that are no longer useful to us, but they may be useful to you. There are even Some are about Johns items." (To be continued.)u