Text Chapter 375 A Group of Technical Nerds

Anger comes from longing for hometown. The star spirits cannot leave the star spirit world. Although their lives seem infinite, they cannot touch every bit of their hometown in the endless years after recalling their memories. Those protoss who have lived through several epochs may be okay, but for Kabu, who wakes up in the eighth epoch that has not yet ended.

As long as there is a little bit of news about my hometown, I will be fascinated by it.

But with this kind of anticipation, what he heard was the news that his hometown had been destroyed. How can this be tolerated by the protoss who keep their homesickness in mind?

Zhao Nan saw Kabu's bristling hair, a pair of misty eyes, two lines of tears, pale face, and no way to affect it, it was all true feelings from the heart-Kabu is a person who loves himself very much. hometown people.

As if responding to the grief and sadness in the maker's heart, the golden armor giant raised his head, and the helmet suddenly opened. Inside the empty body, the magic circuit shone brightly, and a palpitating howling sound Like a sharp arrow, the situation changes in an instant.

The Red Dragon over there frowned, walked two steps faster, and approached Zhao Nan. Don't talk about her, everyone else has their own preparations.

But Zhao Nan put his hands behind his back, made a wait-and-see gesture, and shook his head slightly.

After a while, Mr. Kabu let out a long breath. After venting the sudden resentment a little bit, all that was left was sadness and a wry smile.

"Even so, what can I do?" Mr. Kabu shook his head lowly and waved his hands.

As a protoss, even if you are full of anger, you can't leave the protoss world. Even if the enemy is still alive, there is no way to take revenge. This is the saddest thing.

The giant in the golden armor was attracted by a strange magic circle in the air, came out and disappeared in the sky.

Mr. Kabu sighed again, walked up to Zhao Nan, reached out and patted his shoulder, and said in a rustling voice, "Nevertheless, I still want to thank you for telling me the news."

Zhao Nan nodded, and said in a low voice, "I should be the one who is happy to meet the elders of the clan in the Star Spirit Realm."

Mr. Kabu laughed, and suddenly frowned, "Are you here for the water of the gods?"

Zhao Nan was taken aback for a moment, the other party didn't seem to be easy to fool. Thinking about it, these protoss retrieved their memories, the old guys who were all monsters in the paradise, although their feelings were sincere, their wisdom was still there. Zhao Nan nodded, "Yes, senior."

"Just call me Kabu." Mr. Kabu said softly: "We scholars don't pay attention to these things. We are of the same race and we are also collaborators."

Zhao Nan smiled and called Mr. Kabu.

Kabu suddenly said at this time: "The spring of the star spirit will be opened soon?"

"It should be three months."

Kabu bowed his head and pondered for a moment, then suddenly asked, "What's your name?"

Zhao Nan said softly, "Just call me Aogu."

Kabu nodded, "I didn't come to the fourth floor this time for the water of the gods, but for another purpose. Now it seems that there is enough time, I want you to go with me to a place."

"Is that the purpose of Mr. Kabu's trip?" Zhao Nan asked with a thought.

Kabu laughed and said: "That's right. In the eighth era, although our scholars concentrated on the research of magic technology, most of them were weak, but there were also a small number of people who had reached the level of heaven and man through the study of magic circuits. .Although there are very few of them, there are still some scholars in the astral world over the years. This time, the destination is a family of the same clan on the fourth floor."

He looked at Zhao Nan and said sincerely: "Since you have retrieved your memory, I will naturally guide you to the other clansmen. I believe they will be very happy to see you. What do you think?"

This person obviously possesses huge abilities. Not to mention anything else, even the huge magic tool man just now, I am afraid that only Sophia can stand up to it here. But even so, there is still no way to be domineering and polite to the younger generation.

"If time permits, the boy is of course willing to visit the ancestors in the clan." Zhao Nan nodded and agreed softly.

Zhao Nan would naturally be willing to learn more about the highest masterpiece, the Ghost of the Dawn, from Kabu. After all, so far, he still doesn't know where the university student Iverson is. Now it's best to meet someone who was the founder of the Supreme Masterpiece Project.

"Are they also part of the bereaved family?" Mr. Kabu looked at Zhao Nan expectantly and said.

"They are all my companions, unfortunately not." Zhao Nan shook his head.

At this moment, Sophia frowned suddenly, and said to Capo, "Sir, are you a member of the Scholars Association?"

"Hehe, I'm just one of the small characters." Mr. Kaboo was stunned for a moment, then said modestly.

"Scholar's Association?" Now it was Finina's turn to be a little confused.

Sophia smiled and explained: "The Scholars Association was established by the Protoss of the Eighth Era. The civilizations of different eras are different. Magic technology is a feature of the Eighth Era. In fact, the Scholars Association has a huge influence on the Protoss world. Sharing, one of them, is to re-establish the passage between each floor - the ladder. Thanks to the Scholars Association, the transmission time of the ladder is greatly reduced. Before the Scholars Association appears, enter the fourth floor from the third floor, The time it takes is a thousand astral days."

Therefore, the so-called Scholars Association is an organization founded by a group of awesome technical nerds.

Zhao Nan was a little surprised and said: "The Scholars Association is so powerful?"

Sophia nodded and said: "Although it is difficult for scholars to produce superpowers, magic technology alone is enough for the Palace of Guardians to attach great importance to. Even if the president of the Scholars Association sees the king of the Palace of Guardians, he will No need to salute."

Illya clicked her tongue secretly, she knew exactly what kind of existence the so-called king of the realm was.

Kabu smiled and said: "It's just that Lord Kai is flattering us."

Over there was Tuoba Xiaocao and Linglong who were privately drizzling. Zhao Nan's luck was so unbelievable that he ran into a high-level organization like the Astral World when he went out for a stroll.

But Zhao Nan couldn't be happier. It would be fine if Kabu was alone, but there are still so many people in the Scholars Association. If one is accidentally discovered that he is not a survivor of Pompeii, the consequences seem to be a bit serious.

But when Kabu saw Zhao Nan's face, he got it wrong. He patted him on the shoulder and said, "You don't have to worry. The Scholars Association formed by our generation is just to fight against the oppression of our technology by the protoss nobles. Essentially , The Scholars Association is very united. As long as you are of the same clan, we will give the greatest protection! We will not do anything to you. Therefore, Augu, you are also a member of us, so you can be proud."

That's what worries me the most.

This kind of extremely exclusive organization.

But now Zhao Nan couldn't evade it anymore, thinking that as long as it didn't take long, the flaws might not be exposed, so he said: "Mr. Kabu, these are my companions, this trip..."

But Kabu waved his hand and said, "It's your friend, and naturally it's also a friend of our Scholars Association."

"Father, if we can get the help of the Scholars Association, we will have a great advantage in capturing the Protoss Water this time."

Somehow, Sophia's voice rang softly in Zhao Nan's ear.

Zhao Nan thought about it secretly before saying, "Thank you so much, Mr. Kabu."

But Kabu said casually: "What nonsense, you are our junior, if you don't take care of you, who will take care of you?"

Zhao Nan pretended to be grateful, but finally agreed.

He didn't even know where Mr. Kabu was going... This group of technical geeks didn't seem to pay much attention to the regional environment of the astral world. In other words, for them, apart from studying magic technology, they don't need to care about anything else.

But it's rare to meet a younger generation, so the nostalgia is naturally out of control. Although it is good to know that Pompeii has become a ruin, I hope to hear more complete stories. This statement, Zhao Nan can only be one part truthful and nine parts false. Fortunately, he used the reason that he had been wandering outside since he was born, so that Mr. Kabu could not doubt it.

But speaking of it, this guy seemed to be more than half suspicious from the beginning.

"The magic-shaped room... It was designed by one of my cousins. I didn't expect it to be used in the end."

"So you are Edith's disciple! No wonder I see your way of drawing magic circuits so familiar!"

"That guy, Edith, was still clamoring to participate in my experiment with a snot in his nose. He didn't expect me to become a senior scholar after I left. It's a pity for his talent, otherwise, he would also be a university student in the future... ..."

"Really? That old boy Iverson really got the Ghost of the Dawn out! Oh my god, did he finally crack the emotional circuit?"

Speaking of this, Zhao Nan had no choice but to say: "Scholar Iverson seems to have not finished it. If he hadn't left Pompeii to find a way to complete the highest masterpiece, Pompeii probably wouldn't have been destroyed."

Mr. Kabu sighed and said: "We have been exploring the end of the magical technology all our lives. For this, we don't blame him. If we want to blame, we can only blame the world for coveting our property."

Zhao Nan echoed a few words, and then asked: "Mr. Kabu, is it because of something from the Scholars Association?"

Kabu chuckled and said, "No. This time, it's just a private gathering of a group of old friends with similar research directions. I have a friend who lives on the fourth floor. He bought it from the black market a year ago. A damaged magic man. But the production technique of this magic man is not a known method. He tried unsuccessfully to repair it, so he invited us to take a look together."

"Magical equipment... people?"

"I heard it's a magic tool man who looks like an elf." Mr. Kabu thought for a while.

Zhao Nan was stunned for a moment—it couldn't be such a coincidence, could it be that the man with the magic tool is Locke? (To be continued. Please search Piaotian Literature, novels are better and updated faster!)