The Record of Unusual Creatures Chapter 1119: Bokken

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As a vital transportation gateway, this huge steel platform is busy and crowded. A variety of machinery and equipment, as well as the front and carriages to be assembled are filled here, even if the edges of the platform are crooked The slanted administrator's tin house also seemed as if it was about to be squeezed down. Busy workers are running around between various equipments, preparing for the next departure, or busy repairing mechanical equipment destroyed by magic energy radiation, almost no one has spare time to pay attention to the sudden appearance on the platform Uninvited guests-because a few face-to-face supervisors are standing on the tower, any lazy behavior can't escape these guys' eyes, compared to the meal money earned after work, a group of strange costumers who suddenly appear Nothing.

Hao Ren and his party walked through this busy and messy platform under Wendell's direction and walked towards the administrator's tin house not far away. A boiler under maintenance was rumbling and tumbling not far away, the pungent smell of engine oil accompanied by the sound of steam diffused, making Lily sneezing all the way: This twilight capital is for the Husky girl It left a very bad first impression, and the pungent smell here was almost a torment for her.

In the end, she had to put on the life support collar again—she had taken it off after entering the Twilight Barrier.

"Every ten hours, two locomotives depart at the same time, from here to the quarry in the wilderness," Wendell pointed to the rough steam locomotives, "Send a batch of numb miners, pull back a batch of tired The half-dead miners and the newly mined ore, and then these ores were sent to the big forge to become the building materials and repair materials of the city. There are also several such stations in the outer edge area, which are connected to the dark wilderness. There are several other mines in the world. If you have a chance, you can go to see those mines. You have magical ancient technologies. I really hope that you are willing to use these technologies ... forget, we will talk about them later. "

The iron house of the administrator is as old and messy as the rest of the platform. The only thing that can show that it is different is that the black painted iron house has an eye-catching roof painted with red paint. Make it look very bright in the dull station building. No one came to trouble along the way, and Wendell led the crowd directly to the tin house, and then pushed open the rusty door.

A rough and angry voice came from inside. The voice was previously isolated in the door: "... You idiots whose brains are blocked by motor oil! I want you to check every gear, Every bolt, every one, listen, every one! Instead of taking a nap around the machine, then come back and write a piece of 'everything' waste paper to Lao Tzu! You know that once the locomotive stops in the dark area means What? It means that it will almost stay there forever! Unless I kick you scum out of the barrier, and let you repair those machines in the dark with blisters! You know there were really unfortunate egg has done this, and now his bones are still hanging outside! A bunch of waste ... "

The sound of "slap" came from inside the room. It seemed that something was heavily patted on the table, and then the rough voice yelled again: "Now all give me Roll! Go check the machine, check the boiler, Check every rivet and shaft! Otherwise you will be kicked out of the barrier one day sooner or later! "

Sounds of panic footsteps sounded in a hurry, and five or six people in coarse tooling ran out of the tin house as if they were escaping their lives. One of them even nearly hit Wendell. These locomotive technicians who had just been reprimanded (this position) noticed that strangers were standing at the door, but they barely dared to stop and take a look. Before the roar in the room roared again, they ran away.

Hao Ren they looked at each other and then followed Wendell into the house.

A huge desk was placed in the tin house, and the table was filled with in chaos stuff, and a man with a stout red nose "stacked" with the debris: he was curled up in an impure posture On the large backrest chair, the sloppy clothes are almost as messy as his desk. The man with a red nose put his hands in his arms and chewed a stick in his mouth, chewing as if he was trying to relieve his hatred: "The new technicians are all a bunch of wine bags, no sense of responsibility, no match ... who let you Come in? I did n’t mean ... Wendell?! "

The red-nosed man finally noticed the group of people standing in front of him, and saw a familiar face from this group of people. He jumped up almost like a fright and made a move that was completely inconsistent with his appearance: I pinched my thigh hard, then gritted my teeth in pain.

"Wendle! Old stuff! Are you back alive ?! The ancestors show their spirits, is this true? I have n’t started drinking today !!"

Wendel greeted the old friend. Although the two people looked different from each other by more than one generation in age, they hugged each other like the best friends for many years: "Boken, you Loud voice, I can hear your soaring voice outside the door! "

"Nonsense, the sound insulation of this door has always been good!" Burken, the red-nosed yelled around his neck, pushed away Wendell, as if looking up and down like a rare creature, "You are so real He ’s back, he ’s really back, and he ’s not covered with poisonous sores, and there ’s no place to shrink or die ... Is n’t your old guy really blessed by his ancestors, he can come back alive twice! ”

"The ancestors bless," Wendell smiled softly, breaking apart the finger that Burken grabbed on his arm. "Be careful, my age is old enough to bear your slap."

Bokken finally calmed down a little from his excitement, he exhaled: "You are such a lifeless old guy, even dare to participate in the light seeker twice in a row, I'm too high to be as crazy as you ... Are you coming back alone? "

Wendel ’s eyelids drooped, with a gray look on his face: "There are not many people who can return from under the night."

"May they rest in the Eternal Kingdom," Boken chaotically gestured a few prayer gestures on his chest. The rugged clothes and his casual tone made this prayer sound sincere in limited sincerity. Then, he finally turned his attention to the line of Hao Ren who had been standing next to him for a long time. "What's the matter with these people ... Depending on their clothes, how many are from the upper city?"

"No," Wendell suddenly smiled mysteriously. He tried to control his expression to be more serious and mysterious, but the excitement from his heart made his smile more and more obvious. "They came from outside. Of. "

"Oh, outside, it's very far away ..." Boken waved his hand at random, but he didn't react at all, but his movements froze after a while, his eyes grew bigger and his throat grew bigger. There were a few weird noises in the room, and suddenly he jumped up, "Here he came from!"

His voice almost shakes and his ears hurt.

Wendel grabbed Birken ’s shoulder and pressed firmly: “Be quiet, you will knock the entire station down. Yes, it is from outside, outside the twilight barrier, outside the twilight capital! They are from Asgard. "

"Asgard, Asgard ..." Boken repeated several times in a confused way, "Oh, what I learned, the ancient kingdom, it is said that the gods ruled there in the past ... My God, the old Man, are you really here? No, no, it ’s not like that. You came to me for amusement ... You were burnt out by the darkness outside, or I was infected by the toxin you carried ... "

Wendle patted Boken's shoulder hard: "It's not like you, when did you become so rigid?"

Boken ’s face drooped down: "Is this true?"

“It ’s true, and it ’s not only true. These messengers from Asgard still have something for you to help,” Wendell pointed to the Hao Ren line. “I ’m going to take these people to the light seeker headquarters, They are in a hurry, and the most convenient transportation I can find is your locomotive. "

Bokken touched his nose: "Riding the car? That's okay, but I can only send you to the upper city. The shaft from the upper city to the lower city does not belong to me. You have to deal with the people in the steam council. But if caught by the gang of bureaucrats, I guess you and your friends will have to go through a lot of procedures. Their identity is too ... special. "

Lily rolled his eyes when he heard this: "Aren't the people of the Steam Council happy to see other survivors in this world? Will they make trouble?"

“It ’s not trouble, the people of the Steam Council are also people, and of course they are happy to know that there are other survivable areas outside the Twilight Capital,” Boken spread his hands. “But the bureaucracy is the bureaucracy. The District was born to deal with them not very well. "

"Where you can take us wherever you want," Galazoll waved indifferently, "The rest will depend on the situation."

(Speaking of June 10th, YY Channel 54631703 has a Dragon Boat Festival event! The time is starting at 8 pm, everyone is interested in the past to join in the fun.) (To be continued.)