I Made the Myth Template

"Ding!"

"Ding!"

The sound of iron picks hitting stones echoed in the mine.

Under the dim light, a long line of figures lined up in a chaotic rhythm, picking up the iron pick in their hands, and then hitting the stone wall with all their strength.

The mine is deep underground, and the surrounding environment is cold and humid.

To make matters worse, the height of the entire mine was so short that it was hardly enough for an adult man to straighten his waist.

Long hours of work coupled with the harsh external environment.

As you can imagine.

Staying here for a long time is simply a kind of prison-like torture.

"It's time for dinner!" A voice came from outside the mine.

After hearing the command.

Those miners who worked hard all day dared to put down the iron pick in their hands and wipe the sweat from their foreheads with the back of their hands.

After queuing up to the outside of the mine, there is still a mine with no end in sight.

only.

The environment here is always a lot more open, the strangely shaped incandescent lamps above the head exude a dazzling light, and the temperature has risen slightly, but the ground is still muddy and uncomfortable.

The Terran miners lined up obediently and sat in a drier place on the edge of the mine.

Soon, a humanoid came out of the shadows of the mine, pushing a creaking cart.

Wait to walk in.

The lights dispelled the darkness, and it was discovered that it was not a human but an alien who was pushing the dining cart from the depths of the mine.

They also have human-like limbs and facial features.

But the difference is that these guys are extraordinarily large, with thick limbs and a belly high enough to fit an adult into it effortlessly. In addition, their pupils always flashed with a chilling tyranny and murderous intent, and sharp teeth like rasps protruded from these abnormally shaped lips.

Orcs.

Unlike the violent orcs in epic tales.

These orcs who appeared in the world of Terraria not only possessed strong bodies, but also possessed innate psychic power, as well as the inheritance of science and technology flowing in their blood.

Power, psionics, technology...

The Orc Legion has almost no obvious shortcomings.

It is precisely because of this that they can drive away the insect swarms entrenched in the Santorinian Islands in the stormy sea.

At this time, the orcs pushing the dining cart were distributing food to the surrounding miners.

"Remember, only pigs who have finished their work are eligible to eat. Pigs that have not finished their work can only be thrown to animals as food."

The orc, who was almost three meters tall, shook his head and said angrily.

in the dining car.

Two baby-sized, but skinny, orc **** were responsible for tossing the food from the carts at the miners.

Says it's food, but it's actually just some mud mixed with plant roots.

In particular, the two farts who were in charge of dividing the food deliberately threw the clumps of food towards the ground. When they saw that the exhausted miners had to lie on the ground like dogs and lick the food with their tongues. when.

The orc **** burst into shrill laughter.

The small cart swayed, accompanied by the powerful roar of the orcs, and gradually disappeared from the sight of the miners.

Artis was lucky today, he grabbed a clump of clean food.

At the moment, I was curling my body in the corner of the mine, with my eyes closed, I picked up a small piece of it with my rough, cracked and stained fingers, stuffed it into my mouth, chewed it carefully and swallowed it hard.

to be frank…

This dough doesn't taste good.

It's like eating mud, no taste at all.

But Artes still eats very seriously, as long as you work hard all day, any food is very delicious in front of you.

"Uncle Artas."

A slightly childish voice sounded in front of Artes.

The unshaven middle-aged miner opened his eyes and saw a group of fourteen-fifteen-year-old little guys gathered in front of him.

Because of malnutrition, their bodies appear deformed, and their height is no different from a normal teenage child.

The only comfort is that.

Those children's eyes are still shining, and they seem to have some kind of hope for the future.

"Can I continue to tell the story today? I want to hear the story of the Attas Iron Man Corps, where those iron men who traversed the sea of ​​​​stars went there in the end."

"Yeah, yeah, Uncle Artest, you can't sell your way."

The children gathered around Artes, raised their heads, and said eagerly.

"Well, I really can't stand you guys."

Although he said so, the smile on Artest's face still betrayed his true thoughts.

In the cold and damp mines.

It is really a joy to have the company of these little angels.

"...Those Athas warriors defeated the master of the swarm in the final war, but the legion itself was also dealt a devastating blow. The original thirteen legion commanders were all killed, and even the primarch was severely injured. into a deep sleep."

With a reminiscence expression on his face, Artes said, "Finally, they entered the mysterious warp and waited for the time to recover."

The story is over.

But the children still refused to leave.

"Uncle Artis, will those warriors come back, can they defeat those fat-headed orcs?"

"Of course."

Artes lowered his head, reached out and touched the child's head, "They are galloping across the starry sky, and they are invincible. All human enemies are not their opponents."

"Ding Ding Ding!"

The sound of the electric bell came from the depths of the mine.

This means that it's time to go to work again, and the children leave in a hurry.

Beasts have no mercy and mercy, and these children also need to work hard for a little bit of poor food.

Artis slowly got up from the ground.

At this time, the middle-aged man with a black tattoo on his arm stayed beside him, patted his shoulder and said, "I'm telling stories to those children again, obviously we have no hope."

"I'm not sure..." Artest picked up the iron pick beside him and sighed, "I have to give those children some light."

"maybe."

The tattooed middle-aged man stopped talking.

Artes followed behind him, lined up with the other miners, and entered the dark mine cave.

They used to be the masters of this land, but now, there are only endless difficulties in front of them, and even living has become a matter of courage.

...

at the same time.

Westeros in the perception world.

Garen also woke up from a long sleep that lasted for a whole month.

After devouring Quel'dos, Garen's vitality increased again, but it was not obvious. This shows that the growth of the fourth life level is not only a large amount of pure vitality, but also the growth of spiritual power.

"Do you still need to rely on faith in the end? But I always feel that it will be very troublesome to do so."

Garen opened his eyes from the throne.

Return to dragon form.

The difficulties encountered in the process of raising the life level made him a little distressed, but the setbacks that Kanen encountered were not a bit or two.

Of all the templates, Kanon has the most serious injuries.

Even on the verge of death several times.

Standing up from the throne, striding forward, the old brass gate opened automatically in front of Garen, and the bright sunlight fell on the half-dragon man.

Even if it shrinks in size, it appears in human form.

Kanon, who is nearly six meters tall, still naturally exudes a majesty as thick as a mountain.

"Great Emperor!"

The girl with a wreath on her head seemed to have been waiting outside the door for a while.

After seeing Garen, she curtseys.

A look of joy appeared on his face.

"I remember you." Garen lowered his head, rubbed the spur on his chin with his fingernails, and said after thinking for a while, "You are the leader of the Cylons, Garan Nord."

"You have something to do with me."

"I am honored."

With a surprised expression on the girl's face, she hurriedly said, "The gift from the Holy City has been delivered to Westeros, do you want to see it for yourself?"

On the eve of the decisive battle with the Protoss.

Garon, who had just stepped into the fourth life level, personally took action and forcibly occupied the Jose Barrier.

And after the war.

After a series of complicated consultations, the city of barriers returned to the embrace of the Holy City again. But at the same time, Garen also obtained a lot of equipment and materials from the Holy City.

And now.

After more than a month of preparation.

In this batch of supplies, the big guy at the bottom of the box was finally transferred to Garen.

"Really, the Valkyrie's actions are dissatisfied."

Garen's eyes lit up and he clapped his hands in admiration, obviously in a good mood.

"In that case, take me to see it."

"As ordered!" Galanord leaned over and said.

...

Surrounded by flying dragons and dragon tooth soldiers.

The Great Emperor of Westeros came to Flynn's Pier on the south side of the island.

This is a beautiful city with azure waters, seagulls flying in the sky and fine sandy beaches.

on the pier.

A large crowd of people surrounded by darkness.

They were raising their heads, looking at the wonders that appeared in front of them, their faces were amazed, and they couldn't help but talk a lot.

What appeared in front of him was a huge steel ship that was unparalleled, but it was not enough to shock the residents here.

after all.

Westeros itself is a city with very developed shipbuilding technology.

In the past, they used to create a huge steel ship like an island, no matter how harsh the sea area, it could travel unimpeded.

But what happened today is different.

Completely different from usual.

That giant ship... was actually floating in mid-air.

The dark gold shape of the whole body is like a strange ship, and the mechanical battleship with the steeple church on the deck is now quietly suspended directly above the Fulin Pier.

The entire battleship was more than three kilometers long, and the shadow cast by it shrouded half the city.

"The emperor is here."

in the crowd.

I don't know who secretly shouted, and the originally chaotic pier suddenly quieted down.

People looked in the direction of the flickering rays of light, and sure enough, the figure of the great emperor appeared in everyone's eyes, surrounded by the established golden armor and dragon teeth.

stop time.

A sense of terror rolled through the hearts of these people like a torrent.

Westeros is the center of the pirate world.

That is to say, the people here either used to be pirates themselves, or their family members were pirates.

After the war, the Emperor came to Westeros as the victor. For a long time after that, the inhabitants of the entire island lived in fear.

For fear that the alien emperor will turn over the old accounts and tear them into pieces and feed them to the beasts.

But then...

As time goes by.

People gradually realized that the emperor was not a murderer.

On the contrary, it is quite principled, and more powerful and wiser than all the sea emperors before Westeros.

Under the rule of Garen, Westeros has become more stable, more vibrant and energetic than before. People do not hate this kind of life, and slowly those islanders are no longer as afraid and repulsive of radiation as they were at the beginning. Legion.

Residents on the pier moved to the sides to make way for a passage.

Two figures appeared from the battleship overhead and landed smoothly on the pier.

One of the tall ones is the eldest prince Cardoze. And the one next to him is also not small, with white hair, but his face is not so good-looking.

"Father, this is Quinn, the engineer of the Holy City."

Cardoze came to Garen and pointed to the white-haired old man beside him.

"Storm-class battleship Judgment Trombone."

Even in the face of the monster-like emperor, Old Quinn still looked angry, without the slightest fear on his face.

He pointed to the ancient battleship hovering in the sky and said to Garen, "I don't know what kind of rhetoric you used to deceive His Highness Brynhill, but the battleship Inquisitor is one of the few treasures left in Terraria. , I hope you can take good care of her and don't let her get dusty."

"Of course."

Garen looked solemn and nodded seriously.

"Okay, my mission has just begun. According to the order of His Royal Highness Brynhill, I will be responsible for training a group of experts in the maintenance and operation of warships for you in the next three years."

"I'll do my best and never hide...but I hope those soldiers in your legion aren't just muscled idiots."

The old man's words can be a bit mean.

But Kanon, who just got the new toy, was in a good mood, and even looking at this old guy was a lot more pleasing to the eye.

He has been envious of Adam's Valhalla for a long time~www.wuxiaspot.com~ Now, he can finally own a battleship of his own.

Among the three types of battleships: Opalon, Storm, and Apocalypse, the Inquisitor belongs to the second rank and is the main battleship of the Human Federation in the Golden Age.

More than three hundred years have passed, and it is rare that it can be preserved so completely.

No fuss with Quinn.

Garen waved his hand and instructed Galanord next to him, "Take Master Quinn to find a place to rest, and at the same time start training the first batch of warship maintenance and manipulation talents, this matter will be handed over to you."

"As ordered!"

Garlan Nord's political skills are quite modest, and it is very suitable for her to do this.

Leave with Quinn.

However, before Garen could go to the battleship to observe carefully, a flying dragon fell from the sky, bringing him unexpected news, "Adam, he actually came to find me, this is a rare situation."