I'm trapped in a cube

Another moon altar in the sky disappeared.

The petals continue to wither.

Mo Ling reached out and tried to catch the scattered light spots, but they were like quicksand and couldn't be caught.

They scrolled and froze again, and the faint sound of conversation came to my ears again.

"General, you still haven't replaced the eternal life." This time, another voice did not wait for Jeff to ask.

"I understand." Jeff said calmly: "How about the loss of parts?"

"More losses." Another voice replied: "Every time we are about to wake up, the fog will come back. They seem to have found a pattern."

"Didn't those Cha Li tribes have any effect?"

"The effect is not big. The Chali tribe should know that we want to use them to attract the mist, so they separated again as soon as they returned to normal state, which can only delay it a little."

"It's good to have a little effect. Don't force it too much. It won't take too long to wake up. After waking up, we will first determine whether the eternal life has been replaced, and then confirm the development of the new soul. It won't take us too long."

"Okay general, I think so too. This can greatly increase the number of times we wake up."

"Let's do it like this. Go and do your work first and seize the time."

"Okay general, see you in two hundred years."

"goodbye……"

Mo Ling felt a little dizzy listening to their conversation.

"Are they using the Chali Tribe to attract the fog?"

How to attract?

Just as he was wondering, Mo Ling suddenly thought of the immortal wood balls that he had arranged for the Sea Moon Ceremony before. According to the ancient fish-men books, the new murlocs used the immortal wood balls to hunt for food and put them on the moon altar.

"That can bring the Chali clan back to normal?"

Mo Ling suddenly realized that since the soul and body can be separated, they can also be reunited.

Bai Zhou had told him before that the disciple's soul separated and returned to his body again.

But Mo Ling didn't expect that after such a long time, the Chali tribe could return to its original state after the body was processed into a small ball.

The ancient fishmen used the Chali tribe to divert the attention of the mist and delay their plans.

As long as there are enough people who know eternal life, the fog will not have time to attack them!

However, as the fishmen said, the Chali tribe is also aware of their plans, so as soon as they return to normal, they will separate again immediately and will not give them too much time.

Therefore, the fishmen had to go back to sleep before the fog came again.

The two thus reach a delicate balance.

Every time they wake up, both parties will repeat this process.

In fact, we all know what the other party is thinking, but they are all racing against time.

The newly born fishmen were all kept in the dark, and they arranged the Haiyue Ceremony step by step based on the records in ancient fishmen books, not knowing at all that there was a game between the two races behind it.

They didn't know why they did this. They arranged the Haiyue Ceremony exactly according to the records and did not dare to make any changes.

The mist will become thicker and thicker when the ancient fishmen are about to awaken. This is just to plan ahead and attack those ancient fishmen after they wake up, but this is regarded by the new fishmen as a sign of crisis.

This also makes them believe in the contents of ancient books more.

The two confirmed each other, and the new fishmen could not escape the control of the ancient books.

Their level of civilization is not high and they cannot find any other way to fight against the increasingly dense fog. They can only pin their hopes on the experiences of their predecessors, even if these experiences have not been confirmed at all.

Mo Ling guessed that those ancient books must have been specially modified to make the contents consistent with the phenomena that happened on the island. They were half true and half false, so that the new fish people had to believe them.

This led them to fall into it step by step.

Faced with a crisis, they have no choice.

…

Another lamp in the sky went out.

Mo Ling lowered his head blankly, looking at the petals that continued to wither. At this time, the shadow under his feet was already mutilated.

The light spots drifting with the current flowed around Mo Ling and rolled into the air.

Standing under this "spotlight", Mo Ling felt that this "stage" was deserted and a little hopeless.

"This is how these new fish-men have lived for two thousand and two hundred years?"

Although he had only arrived on the island not long ago, Mo Ling had carefully observed the living standards of the new fishmen.

The fog is spreading on the island. Although they will not actively attack the new fishmen, if they stay in the thick fog for a long time, items will decay faster, making it difficult for various technologies and cultures to develop.

If they hadn't traded with humans, they wouldn't even be able to wear clothes, and even food would be in short supply.

He obviously has various powerful abilities, but due to environmental restrictions, he has been living in a primitive society.

With resources scarce and culture depleted, these new fish-men are like the rotting sludge on the island, trapped in the swamp forever.

That's why those pseudo-fish people before were so envious of humans.

"If you have food, drink, and beautiful clothes to wear, you will be strong..."

Therefore, at that time, Jeff would always curiously ask Li Luo what human society was like.

The new fish people have never given up their yearning for a better life, but they can't do it...

It is this group of fish-men who live in dire straits. Every two hundred years, they have to spend manpower and material resources to build a moon altar that they don't know the principle of, to face crises that they don't know where they come from.

Mo Ling suddenly understood why Jeff was in a daze when he looked at the tribesmen running on the moon altar.

"The fishmen shouldn't be like this..."

The moonlight was a little more suppressed.

Under Mo Ling's distracted gaze, the spiral light spot solidified again.

Another cold conversation between the two came from the channel.

"Eternal life is still without replacement, General."

"Well, I understand, is there anything unusual?"

"No……"

"..."

Mo Ling had never seen how the moon altar was built, nor did he know how long it would take the new murlocs to build a moon altar.

But he understood that for that kind of "wonder" that even humans would take a long time to create, the murlocs with backward productivity would definitely spend more time and energy.

When Mo Ling saw the Moon Altar for the first time, the spectacular scene was still vivid in his mind.

But at that time, Mo Ling would never have imagined that there were many such wonders.

In the distant sky, another moon altar was extinguished, like a broken lamp that suddenly lost its light.

The old souls casually plucked the bulbs and threw them in the trash.

Then, just wait for the arrival of the next light.

The lightbulbs came on and the light illuminated the entire stage.

The rushing light came again, swirling on the stage, and fell silently on the flowers, withering as the petals.

For some reason, rows of ants appeared on the ground. They lined up as if they wanted to leave the range of the moonlight and hide in the shadows.

But after struggling for a long time, I still couldn't climb out...