I Created the Myth of the Old Ruler - Chapter 854 853. The name is pollution

   Chapter 854 853. The name is pollution

   "Don't worry, as long as I'm still here, it means nothing will happen to you."

  Feng Yu said when he saw Lu Jian was thinking.

Lu Bian had heard such words before, and he didn't know why at the time, but now it sounds like there may be some intersection between Lu Bian's future and Feng Yu's past, so at least in Feng Yu's perception, Lu Bian's Stumbling is now safe.

   "That's fine, when do we leave?"

   Lu Kizuna asked.

"anytime."

   Feng Yu replied.

  Lu Bian didn't make Feng Yu wait too long, he cleaned up, and then opened the panel of A Quiet Place again.

  【Whether to enter the silent place】

【whether】

   glanced at Feng Yu beside him, Lu Bian chose [Yes].

Suddenly, a gust of wind broke out in the house. In the gust of wind, the yellow sand filled the sky, obscuring the view, and blowing the whole house apart, the walls collapsed, and the bricks and stones circled in the tornado. Something special.

   At this moment, a hand grabbed him.

  Lu Bian looked aside, Feng Yu was grabbing Lu Bian's hand, and a slightly secluded road was opened up in the dark purple thunder and lightning set off by the tornado.

   At the same time, in Lu Kian's field of vision, the cold and indifferent words of the Silent Land appeared.

  【The time flow rate of the exotic world is inconsistent with the main world】

  【This time ratio: 1:1】

  【On the way to the wasteland】

  The storm quickly obscured his vision, but Feng Yu's hand firmly grasped Lu Bian, and when he felt the storm subsided and the surroundings became quiet, Lu Bian found that he was standing in a sandy field.

   The sky was blue, not a single cloud, and ahead, in the sun, a magnificent city rose up, obscuring the horizon.

  The city is mostly made of dark masonry buildings, there are no tall buildings, only a pyramid-like thing stands in the center.

   Around the city, there are endless caravans riding strange creatures. The closer you get to the city, the denser the people. It is like the last fire of human civilization in the desert, shining in the high temperature of the sun.

   However, compared to when he first came to the wasteland, Lu Bian felt that the world was indeed a lot more prosperous.

   "This is Utopia, the largest city-state in the wasteland."

   Feng Yu pointed to the city.

   She didn't know when she had changed into a desert-style dress and covered her hair with a cloth.

   Lu Kizuna was still wearing short-sleeved clothes.

   The two moved towards the city, Feng Yu said while walking.

   "The city-states in the wasteland are countries. Each city-state has its own saint. In other words, the inheritance of the saints is the foundation of their establishment of the city-state."

   "What the **** is a saint?"

   Lu Kizuna asked, the gravel was quite soft, and the shoes for walking in the city quickly got caught in the sand.

   "Saints are also called famous people in this foreign land. Some people say that because most people in the wasteland have no names, famous people will become extraordinary people, but in fact it is just the opposite. The name of the saint itself is a kind of power."

  Feng Yu saw Lu Jian took off her shoes, poured out a lot of sand from them, and put them on again, she continued.

   "Since pollution is a kind of knowledge, why can't a name be pollution?"

   "You mean, these names have power in themselves? But they are all names in the mythological history of the earth, nothing special."

   Lukan tried to think of Achilles' name in his mind, but nothing abnormal happened.

   If the name of the old rulers would lead to pollution, then Lu Jun thought it was normal, but now it is not the case.

   "Some names are not taboo in our mouths, are they?"

   Feng Yu glanced at Lu Bian.

   "You think these names are not polluted because you have already adapted, and for the wasteland, these names, and the meaning behind them, are quite powerful pollution."

   Having said this, Feng Yu stopped. At this moment, they happened to be walking on a sand dune. Further down, there was a bustling desert market beyond the oasis.

   There are many oases like this, scattered around the city, and in the city, there is a small lake and a large area of ​​greenery.

   "Like, do you think there was ever someone with a similar name in this world?"

   Feng Yu said.

   Lu Jun was startled.

   Indeed, he himself knew Utopia, knew Achilles, thought it was a normal name, and their deeds were common sense.

   But the wasteland is exotic.

   In the history of the wasteland, the names of these saints may not have existed at all.

  The origin of these names, then, is debatable.

  Maybe it was the knowledge spread by a chosen one when the wasteland was just rebuilt, or maybe it was the babble that some great beings casually passed into people's ears.

   In short, these names that did not come from the wasteland have come here and have power. Their legends have formed the foundation of the saints and the cornerstone of the city-state of the wasteland.

   Rounding is also a good thing.

  Lu Kian is hard to say. If the wasteland had not been led by saints and had not been able to establish these city-states, would it still be able to survive until now, at least, in a world that has become the end of the world, extraordinary power is always useful.

The two came to the gate of the city. The guards here did not have too strict scrutiny. The distance between the cities in the wasteland is extremely far. Most of the people who can get here are business travelers. They shuttle through the desert with yellow sand. , trade the specialties of different city-states and make profits.

   Walking into the city, on the simple and plain main road, Lu Kian saw low-rise houses on both sides, as well as vendors along the street.

   The things that these vendors sell are very peculiar. Most of them are metal products such as cans and spoons. Occasionally, you can see some stone carvings. As for food or clothes, you can hardly see them.

   It can also be understood that the wasteland is still in the desert, and resources are scarce. Except for the relics of the previous era that the explorers found from the ruins, everything else should be prepared uniformly, and there will be no extra food for sale.

   On the side of the road, someone was eating something in a tattered tin can, which contained brown semi-solids similar to paste. He drank it in one gulp and wiped his mouth, feeling quite satisfied.

  Lu Kizuna remembered that one of the food sources of the wasteland was bugs, but now it seems that there are other crops.

   "Please support our Huangsha Brotherhood, Lord Iron Snake will lead everyone to a better life!"

  Lu Bian heard shouts not far away, many people gathered there, Lu Bian and Feng Yu looked at each other and followed.

They found that in the middle of the crowd, there were a few young lads, and a large pot with that kind of brown paste simmered in it, and they were shouting and distributing food to others, and then As a result, it was surrounded by water.

  Thinking of this, Lu Bian didn't know where to find a bowl and went over.

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   (end of this chapter)