Chapter 194 Angel Clan
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Then, the chief and Thors took the two to the black stone inlaid under the golden clock tower and introduced them:
"This is the stone tablet that we Shandia have guarded for hundreds of years. Although we don't know what is written on it, our ancestors have passed down that the text on it contains extremely important information. We need to protect it with our lives until someone who can make it fulfill its mission appears one day."
Ganfor stepped forward. He had found the golden bell with a group of pirates from Qinghai before. At that time, that group of people had explained what was recorded on the stone slab, and the Qinghai man named Roger said that he would take it to the final island, so the stone slab had actually completed its mission, and the Shandia people no longer needed to continue to desperately guard it.
Ganfor was about to tell the chief the good news, but he heard Gel casually say:
"Oh, the history text?"
The two of them turned to look at Ger with curiosity, and the chief asked excitedly:
"Captain Gill, can you understand what is written here?"
All the Shandia people around gathered around curiously. No matter who they were, they all wanted to know what important information was written on the stone that they couldn't understand but had made them guard it for hundreds of years with their lives. Even the people of Sky Island came over to gossip with interest.
The golden bell was immediately surrounded by three layers of people.
"Forehead..."
Looking at the situation in front of him, Gel felt that if he didn't say anything, it would be a bit awkward.
Looking at the thousands of pairs of eyes around him full of curiosity and thirst for knowledge, Geer felt that he had an obligation to continue playing.
"Of course, it's just ancient writing. Um, don't block me first, let me take a look."
When the chief heard this, he quickly stepped aside and prepared to listen attentively.
"Ahem, this word is 'respect'. This is to warn, respect, warn, our descendants, hope that they will unite, live in harmony, and restore the glory of our family..."
Captain Gul recited a bunch of classical Chinese that no one could understand. Apart from the total number of words being the same, there was no other relevant information at all.
Everyone was confused and felt their brains were becoming muddled.
All the Shandians turned to look at the most knowledgeable chieftain, hoping that he could translate Lord Gel's profound words. Ganfor and Kulokas, who knew the correct answer, frowned, and were made a little unconfident by Gel's calm and serious expression.
The chief's face turned red when he was stared at by everyone. He didn't understand anything at all. He just thought it seemed to be some teachings from his ancestors. But in order not to appear uneducated, he could only pretend to understand and shouted loudly as if he had suddenly realized something:
"So that's how it is! So that's how it is! We didn't understand the good intentions of our ancestors and almost made a big mistake!"
The chief burst into tears after he finished speaking. Even Ger didn't quite understand what the old man was doing. Thors, who was standing by, saw that the chief was so emotional that he couldn't speak. He could only scratch his head and asked anxiously:
"Lord Geer, what exactly is written here? Can you help us translate it? What you just said is too profound, and there is no way for us rough guys to understand it."
"Yes, yes, yes! Lord Geer, please help explain it. We also want to know what our ancestors left behind."
Captain Gir, who originally wanted to say something vague to get away with it, is now a bit under the fire. He changed his words and said that what was actually recorded was the location of the ancient weapon "Sea King" and some specific information related to "Sea King". He was just bragging just now, so isn't that a slap in his own face?
Seeing that everyone around him was looking at him with an open-minded look, Geer rolled his eyes and said:
"First, your ancestors recorded their origins."
Everyone immediately became interested and sat down on the ground, quietly preparing to listen to Lord Gel telling stories on the podium.
"The ancestors of the Shandia clan were originally angels who lived on the moon. They all had white wings on their backs. There was another race living on the moon. They were demons with black wings."
"Because the resources on the moon are limited, the two nations often go to war for resources. At first, the purpose was to rob resources, but later, due to years of war, the population dropped sharply. At this time, the resources on the moon are enough to support all the remaining people for thousands of years."
"The leaders of the two tribes realized the problem and wanted to stop the fighting and recuperate, but hundreds of years of war had accumulated an irreconcilable hatred between the two tribes. The war had reached a fever pitch and would not stop because of personal will, not even the tribe leaders of the two sides could stop it."
Upon hearing this, everyone fell into deep thought with complicated expressions, wondering in their hearts why the situation of these two tribes was so similar to the previous situation of the Shandians and Sky Islanders.
"Later, the technology of both sides advanced rapidly during the years of war. They continuously developed more powerful and lethal technological weapons and put them on the battlefield. In the end, the entire ecological environment of the moon was completely destroyed. The moon became an uninhabitable place. The ancestors of Shandia were forced to abandon the moon and migrate to this planet."
"They got separated from their tribesmen during the migration. It says here that when they landed, some of them fell on the clouds and stayed in the air, while Shandia's ancestors unfortunately fell on Qinghai."
"Because the gravity on this planet is several times greater than that on the moon, the wings of the angels could not fly after arriving on this planet and became decorations. The Diya ancestors who fell into the Qinghai Mountains could only die with regret, and were unable to return to the sky to reunite with their lost tribesmen. So they used this indestructible stone to leave a legacy, hoping that future generations would not forget to find their relatives. They believed in the prophecy made by the tribal priest: one day in the future, the wings of the angels will be able to spread their wings and fly again. They hope that by that time, future generations will be able to fly into the sky to find their lost tribesmen! Fulfill this wish for them!"
"Gudong!"
The square fell into deathly silence; even the sound of someone swallowing was noticeable.
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