Chapter 123 Overlap
"It seems that Rembrandt must have mentioned me to you." The Wasteland Shaman was not surprised that his identity was revealed. After smiling, his eyes fell on Leo's hands. He was stunned for a moment and asked in confusion: "Why don't you wear the strange object I made? If the location of the Silver Moon Tower's beacon is not locked outside, it will be useless to wear it after being pulled into the other plane."
Leo asked, "Do you need to obtain permission from the Silver Moon Tower to locate the location of the Silver Moon Tower's beacon?"
"Of course." The Wasteland Shaman nodded, and also realized what Leo wanted to say. His expression became a little serious, and he said in a deep voice: "You suspect that the Silver Moon Tower..."
Leo didn't wait for the Wasteland Shaman to finish, and asked again: "Have you signed an agreement with him to borrow the beacon?"
The Wasteland Shaman shook his head.
"Then why should he help you?" Leo asked again.
The Wasteland Shaman argued, "Wouldn't this help him too?"
Leo said coldly, "How can it help the Silver Moon Tower? If the beacon is useful, he will have to face dozens of competitors who can also use the beacon to escape. If it is useless, he will also be trapped in it." He paused and said, "I never put my hope on others. Some things, especially such life and death matters, are better to rely on yourself."
The Wasteland Shaman wanted to say something, but after opening his mouth, he didn't say anything in the end. His face became a little ugly. After thinking for a while, he took off the stone bracelet on his wrist.
"Are you interested in cooperating with us?" The Wasteland Shaman proposed abruptly.
Leo found that although the strength of this Wasteland Shaman was very strong, perhaps he had stayed in the wild for too long, or perhaps his status was too high, and he was not very good at some human relations, otherwise he would not suddenly propose cooperation to Leo, a stranger.
Despite this, Leo didn't dislike such people, so he nodded and said, "How do we cooperate?"
"Uh!" Leo agreed so readily, which was somewhat beyond the expectations of the wilderness shaman. He was a little overwhelmed and speechless for a moment, then smiled awkwardly and asked, "Hehe! I just said it casually, actually I don't know how to cooperate?" Then he worried that Leo would misunderstand, and added, "I have never cooperated with anyone before, do you have any good suggestions?"
Leo began to feel that it might be a wrong decision to cooperate with the wilderness shaman in front of him, but after entering an unknown dangerous area, having a powerful collaborator like the wilderness wizard can greatly increase the chance of survival.
Thinking of this, Leo took a deep breath, suppressed the urge to turn around and leave, then stretched out his hand and said calmly: "Let's start with self-introductions! After all, as collaborators, perhaps the last collaborators, we should at least know each other's names. Hello, I'm Leo Dodd, an Inger soldier."
The Wasteland Shaman also thought Leo was very interesting, shook Leo's hand, and said: "Hello, I'm Jingti Luanta, the wasteland shaman of Mosan Continent."
Leo felt that the other party was not the kind of person who was difficult to get along with, so he continued: "Since we are collaborators, you can just call me Leo, and I'll call you..."
The Wasteland Shaman also took the initiative to ask: "Just call me Jingti Luanta."
Leo didn't act pretentiously, nodded in response, then thought about it and said: "This is the first time you and I have cooperated, you don't know my ability, I don't know your ability, and there is no time to practice cooperating with each other, so you and I can only We are allies. Once something happens, you and I must stand on the same side and fight the enemy together. As for normal times, we will take care of each other. If we find anything, we will communicate with each other. What do you think of this kind of cooperation? "
"Very good, let's cooperate like this." The wasteland shaman Jingti Luanta nodded in agreement and asked, "But when encountering problems, who should be the leader?"
Leo quickly replied, "It's very simple. Whoever has the most convincing reason will be the leader."
"Well, I have no problem!" Jingti Luanta nodded, then he rummaged in his waist bag, and finally took out a leaf, handed it to Leo, and said, "Keep this leaf. If we are separated by accident, this leaf can help you find me, and it can also let me sense your location."
After Leo took the leaf, he showed a little doubt, because he did not feel any spiritual energy from the leaf. Even if he used spiritual vision to observe, the leaf looked no different from ordinary leaves.
Perhaps sensing Leo's doubtful mood, Jingti Luanta smiled and gently touched the leaf in Leo's hand with his fingers that gathered psychic energy. A circle of psychic waves spread out from where his fingers touched, and under the stimulation of the psychic waves, the Turing roots hidden in the leaf patterns emerged, and disappeared after the psychic waves disappeared.
"Is this a natural Turing root?" Leo could see that this Turing root and the surrounding leaf patterns were perfectly integrated, without any traces of artificial carving, and he also found that this Turing root was the most complex Turing root he had ever seen, and even the secondary brain system could not interpret how many basic roots were contained in it.
Jingti Luanta explained: "The Gamorre language originated from this natural spiritual pattern. The spiritual pattern is a resonant pattern produced by the influence of the spirit of nature on all things in nature, and has the effect of affecting the power of nature."
After hearing this, Leo also tried to focus his spiritual energy on his fingers, and lightly tapped the leaves. Then, just like before, the leaves revealed the natural Turing roots hidden under the leaf patterns.
However, Leo discovered that there were some differences between the natural Turing root stimulated by his spiritual energy and the Turing root stimulated by Stampede.
According to the record analysis of the accessory brain system, the Turing radical he inspired has at least hundreds of different basic radicals, and these radicals are mixed into the natural Turing radical, making the natural Turing radical cracked The difficulty increases at a geometric rate.
According to the estimation of the accessory brain system, if it is forcibly cracked by relying on the calculation ability of the accessory brain alone, it may take tens of thousands of years to completely crack it.
Leo didn't think that the person who first discovered the secret of this natural Turing root in the past could have a computing power that far exceeded that of the accessory brain. And since the other party was able to decompose the Turing root and find out the basic root combinations in his lifetime, then It means there must be a shortcut to crack it.
This shortcut is probably the combination law of Turing's radicals. As long as the combination law is found, the time required to crack it will be much less.
At this moment, Leo felt that the Turing root on this leaf was very important to him. If he could decipher it, perhaps his psychic strength could be greatly improved without increasing his basic physical fitness.
"What kind of leaf is this?" Leo couldn't help but be confused and asked.
"The leaves of the Mother of Plants." When Treading mentioned the Mother of Plants, his expression looked very solemn. It was obvious that in his shamanic teachings, the Mother of Plants must be a very high-status natural spirit.
Leo put the leaf into the pocket of his leather windbreaker, but after hesitating for a moment, he took it out and put it inside his shirt to keep it close to his body.
For Leo's careful storage of leaves, Stampede looked very satisfied with a smile on his face.
"Let's go! I think there should be a lot of people gathered in the house." Leo straightened his clothes and turned to look at the strange spire-shaped building not far away. The firelight could be seen through the broken window. The figure in the middle is shaking.
The two quickened their pace and soon arrived in front of this strange building.
I don’t know if the people who built this spire villa took into account that no one would live in the building for a long time, and no one would repair it. Therefore, except for a few parts such as doors and windows, the main structure of the building rarely used materials that would decay. The wood is made of marble strips specially selected from quarries.
Although these stone strips are covered with traces of wind and rain erosion due to some external reasons, the main structure is still strong. At least in the past few hundred years, this building will still be able to stand here if it is not forcibly destroyed by external forces.
If you stand outside the house, you just feel that the shape of the house is weird, but when you enter the house, you can feel as if you have entered an ice cave, and even the breath you exhale turns into cold frost mist.
Just like the doors and windows of the villa, all the wood inside the house, from the stairs to the floors and ceilings, were all rotten. In many places, large holes even collapsed. The roof could be seen directly through the collapsed caves.
After Leo and Jingturan stepped into the house, they both activated their spiritual vision. Although their spiritual visions were fundamentally different, the effects they achieved were similar.
In their spiritual vision, the decaying houses seen by the naked eye were all intact, just like the gardens full of flowers and weeds they saw outside the house, as if there was an unchanged No. 9 Golden Oak Street and a changed Golden Oak. Street No. 9 overlaps.
"This was not the case a few days ago." Frightened Hoof had come here to check on the situation a few days ago, but he did not encounter anything unusual at that time, nor did he see this scene in his spiritual vision. scene.
"The moon." Leo pointed to the silver-blue moonlight shining outside the door and said.
"The ancient poet Mussel once described the moonlight as a passage leading to the Holy Spirit. Perhaps it was because he accidentally entered an unknown alien plane through the moonlight." At this moment, a gentleman dressed in The man in the formal dress came out of the side hall where the fire was coming out, saluted Leo and Scaredy Foot, and said, "You two must also be here for the secret of No. 9 Golden Oak Street! Please come in." Bar!"
Leo felt a little weird when he saw someone inviting him like the owner of this villa, and Treading beside him also frowned, as if he was a little disgusted with the person in front of him.
However, neither of them said anything. Instead, under the guidance of the man, they walked through a small corridor and came to the side hall where the fireplace and oil lamps were already lit.
While walking through the aisle, Leo suddenly stopped and looked at a broken picture frame. Although the picture frame and canvas appeared to be completely decayed to the naked eye, in his spiritual vision, the picture The frame and the painting inside are still intact, and the painting is a family portrait of the last owner of the house.
What really caught Leo's attention was the incomplete architectural structure diagram that served as the background of the family portrait. He saw the shadow of three-dimensional characters in this incomplete architectural structure diagram.
Unfortunately, the family portrait blocked most of the architectural structural drawings, making it impossible for Leo to see the full architectural structural drawings clearly.
Jingti Luanta also noticed something from Leo's abnormal behavior, but he didn't understand Gamorrean language, his attention was all on the few people in the painting, and he didn't have a secondary brain system to help him remember the whole picture instantly and put it on the retina after sorting it out, so he didn't show the same surprise as Leo.
At this moment, nearly forty people had gathered in the side hall. Although there were so many people gathered here, the room seemed very quiet. Everyone was doing their own things and had no desire to talk, which made the atmosphere in the room very tense.
Leo looked at the people in the room through his spiritual vision, and saw that everyone here was surrounded by psychic energy, with different strengths. The strongest one should be similar to the psychic strength of Vashj, and the weakest one was about the same as Leo who had just activated the psychic energy.
Although the strength of psychic power cannot represent the overall combat power of each person, in a place like No. 9 Golden Oak Street, people who do not have a detailed understanding of mysticism and are not strong in psychic power will probably be the first to be eliminated, so among these people, no less than ten have been sentenced to death in Leo's mind.
When Leo came in, the others also looked at Leo and Jingti Luanta. Obviously, compared to Leo, who is unknown in the dark world, Jingti Luanta, the wilderness shaman, is much more famous in the dark world. Many people recognized him, and their faces showed surprise, and their hands naturally touched the stone bracelet on their wrists.
Perhaps because everyone was touching the stone bracelet, Jingti Luanta felt a little embarrassed. Under everyone's gaze, he walked to the center of the room and reminded loudly: "Everyone, if anyone gets the signpost bracelet I made, please don't have too much expectation for it, because I found that there are huge defects in the bracelet, and it is likely to be misled by some people, so it is better not to use it if you can."
Hearing Jingti Luanta's words, everyone present was stunned, and their eyes looked back and forth at Jingti Luanta's body and the bracelet on his wrist.
Some of the people with average strength turned extremely pale, and their eyes were full of panic. They obviously put their hopes on the bracelet, so they boldly decided to come to No. 9 Golden Oak Street for adventure. Now the bracelet maker said that the bracelet was useless, which immediately made their full confidence fall to the bottom.
This part of people did not dare to question the wasteland shaman, and could only admit that they were unlucky. They all got up and walked quickly out of the house, so as not to stay here and be affected.
As for the rest of the people, they were just a little disappointed. Whether the bracelet was effective or not was not a big deal to them. Even without the bracelet, they would still come here. So they just took off the bracelet, put it aside, and continued to wait quietly for changes at No. 9 Golden Oak Street.