Chapter 1375 Culture and Heritage

The majestic ancient city wall of Horleta really stood in front of everyone. Every brick and tile and even every line on the city wall attracted the eyes of those "alien" people from the earth. They looked at this in amazement. An ancient and glorious city, looking at its spectacular and solid buildings, looking at the crowds moving between these buildings, looking at the Laita runes engraved on the surfaces of the buildings, looking at all these things gradually revealed Things that transcend material foundations: culture and inheritance.

Alienation still exists, and the feeling of strangeness is inevitable. In fact, Hao Ren almost never expects those aliens on earth to feel homesick after seeing the dream plane - this is impossible, because they The memory in this regard has long been completely disappeared with the impact of the original sin of divine blood, but he can still hope that those ancient aliens with profound knowledge can experience the richness of a cultural heritage after seeing all the things in the dream plane. This heavy feeling has nothing to do with whether they recognize it or understand it. It is permeated in every brick and tile of every civilization that has gone through the baptism of time. As long as it comes from the collective civilization, you can naturally smell its smell. , and it will help every "chosen one" realize the "reality" of the dream plane. As long as this kind of "authenticity" is established, the aliens on Earth will recognize the existence of this world from the bottom of their hearts and think about it as an established fact - thinking about the meaning of this "hometown" to them.

Where is the culture and heritage? It is not in repeated preaching, not in those travel brochures and information collections, nor in the holographic projections that are played repeatedly in the Giant Turtle Rock Platform. It can only be found in the place where it was born and multiplied: ancient buildings, oral language, The words that have gone through changes over the years are its carriers. The hawking sounds in the streets are culture, the repair craftsmanship of the tannery shops along the street is culture, the coat of arms on the helmets of the royal knights is culture, and even the gestures of people on the street waving after seeing visitors are culture - and these things have been around since ancient times. It has been passed down to the present, has become an element that people are accustomed to, and is displayed in front of you. This is inheritance.

The alien races living on the earth do not have these things, which is the saddest thing about them - even in the glorious and powerful mythical age, they ruled the entire planet by force, making the real indigenous owners of the planet tremble and kneel at their feet. Nor can he change the fact that he has no culture or heritage. They don’t know what kind of ancestors they should worship, they don’t know the meaning of their names, they don’t know their social structure and technological system. The powerful Olympus pantheon is just a chaotic big family, Mesopotamia Every indigenous god on the Ya plain lives a chaotic life of constantly collecting treasures and delicacies, then eating and sleeping, even if some of them rack their brains and outline some etiquette, laws, and culture in a flash of inspiration. Things, their sparse and extremely unstable population simply cannot maintain it.

Therefore, the heterogeneous ethnic groups on the earth do not have their own cultural heritage, and they have never thought about what it would be like if their own race had their own cultural heritage.

In the Dark Night Nobles District of the Royal City, the young nobles from the Horleta Blood Clan enthusiastically introduced the origins and myths of the Dark Night Nobles to their compatriots on Earth. They mentioned that the first generation of Blood Lords were seeded from the Origin. He was born from the juice, and the patron saint of the early Vampires was a god named "Hertoli". That god lived on the larger moon. Even today, some Vampire elders living in remote areas believe in these things. A mythical story.

While visiting a war gallery, Elson, the kingdom's werewolf general, proudly told the werewolves from Earth that their family has been the most brave and combative race on the planet since ancient times, and they were also early explorers of shadow magic—— Although werewolves were later overtaken by vampires in the field of shadow magic due to their physical limitations, werewolves' achievements in the field of seeking truth have always been recognized by the world. Werewolves once established a powerful magical empire on this planet, and to this day, the large and small kingdoms they established are still a decisive force in this world. He also told those ignorant compatriots from the earth that werewolves have a holy mountain. The holy mountain is in the west of the kingdom. It is covered with snow all year round. It is the wish of almost every werewolf to make a pilgrimage to the holy mountain...

After all, the rune dwarves did not find their lost enchanting technology inheritance, because those technologies were also lost in Horleta, but the rune dwarves found something more precious than that: they found the writing of their ancestors.

Those words were engraved on one hundred and twenty-two stone slabs and kept in the treasure house of the Horleta royal family. If it were not for this extraordinary "visit", the stingy His Majesty Moroun might not be willing to part with it. Bring these collections out for people to see. The attitude shown by the rune dwarves when they saw those stone slabs even shocked Hao Ren to the point of dumbfounding: a group of rough dwarves who looked like muscle mass hugged each other and cried bitterly, their beards soaked with snot and tears. , completely unable to see the futility and indifference when they set out.

Hao Ren didn't have much contact with these rune dwarves. He only knew that they were once part of the Nordic pantheon. Before the arrival of Ragnarok, they got wind of the news and built a giant brass ship to escape Yugu, which was about to capsize. Dorasil, under the nose of the witcher, fled to the depths of the ocean and lived in seclusion underground. They are the origin of many strange stories on earth about underground spirits and hollow holes in the earth. It was not until the recent establishment of the Shadow Council that these solitary hermits came out again.

He curiously asked Hesperius about these dwarves, and finally figured out what was going on.

"They have been looking for their lost words," Hesperius pointed to the short men with bald heads and beards that almost reached the ground. "They attach great importance to the inheritance of words, but they traveled through time 10,000 years ago. What they lost the most when they arrived on Earth was their memory of writing. Did you see the symbols on their skin? That was the 'writing' they barely retained. It is said that when the first generation of rune dwarves just woke up, they only had They could vaguely remember these symbols, and then they immediately engraved these things on themselves. While they were engraving, they forgot the meaning of these symbols. They continued to engrav until their bodies were dripping with blood, and they completely forgot their own words. . From that day on, each generation of rune dwarves engraved the words of their fathers on themselves, passing these things from generation to generation in this way, hoping that one day they could decipher them and re-understand the mystery of their own words. However, Perhaps due to the influence of the 'Divine Blood Original Sin' you mentioned, all their efforts in this regard have failed..."

As Hesperus spoke quietly, Hao Ren could restore the scene in his mind:

Ten thousand years ago, Yggdrasil carried countless refugees from the Dream Plane and broke out of the horrific energy storm caused by the God-killing War. It tore through the wall of reality and crashed on the earth. Many arks The passengers died the moment they landed...

The surviving refugees were ejected from Yugudora Hill one by one under the control of some kind of automatic program, and were thrown to all corners of the earth. The planet was still wild at that time, and only wilderness, mountains, forests, swamps and wastelands greeted the refugees. Although Yggdrasil may have screened the emergency landing site in advance based on the environmental index of the landing planet, I am afraid that a considerable number of the more vulnerable refugees died in the first few dozen days to several months.

The rest woke up in fear and confusion.

It was under such circumstances that the rune dwarves woke up. They woke up in the cold tundra of ancient Europe, like they had had a long and real nightmare. Then they found that the nightmare had come true. They didn’t know where they came from. Come, where are you going? They don’t know where this world is. They may want to record the information they collected first-hand, but they are horrified to find that they are gradually forgetting their own words - in the process of fast fading memory, They can only choose to engrave those things on the place where they will least be forgotten: themselves.

Then it was carved like this for ten thousand years.

The rune dwarves excitedly asked the Kingdom of Horleta to allow them to take away a slate rubbing. Naturally, their request was met, so they hugged and cried again. These loud-voiced guys almost made the entire gallery stunned. The conversation didn't stop. After the dwarves calmed down a little, Hao Ren couldn't help but sigh to Hesperius: "I didn't expect that among the aliens on earth, there are people like them who are struggling to pursue the lost cultural heritage. I thought you all were interested in those things. Disdainful."

"Because the rune dwarves escaped Ragnarok, they are one of the least damaged races after the end of the mythical age, probably second only to the sea monsters who were not damaged at all, so they have extra energy to think about cultural inheritance. Problem," Hesperus said lightly, "As for us...many of us are not indifferent to these, but we have no spare power at all, just like me, the only one left in the entire Olympus family, including me. With so few survivors, how can we have time to think about the question of where civilization belongs?”

Vivian said next to her: "But weren't you also fascinated when someone talked about the Thunder Giant in the War Gallery?"

Hesperius's expression changed, and he deliberately kept a straight face and said nothing.

Hao Ren smiled slightly and watched the "tourists" he had brought continue to visit under the "tour guide" arranged by Horleta. After a long time, he nodded: "Anyway, it's finally... It’s somewhat useful.”

"But the biggest meaning is not here." The data terminal floated next to it and reminded him aloud.

"Of course, the biggest meaning is not here." Hao Ren nodded slightly, then raised his head, his eyes seemed to penetrate the vault of the building, staring directly at the endless deep space of the universe.

More and more divine power oscillations are emerging throughout the Dream Plane and are captured by drone swarms.

A "network" that was well hidden before seems to have finally emerged.