People are singing in the tide, but there is no crown

"Now everyone seems to think that the formation of afterimages is disordered," Lian Feng said.

"Isn't it?" Ling An was puzzled.

Although he is now a residual image, he has no idea of ​​his origins.

"It's not just that." Lian Feng shook his head, "Some of the formations of residual images are related to legends or even real history."

"Are you referring to the turtle that rings the bell?" Ling An looked at the huge ancient bell in the center of the lake.

"Yes, it is said that the former army of the Longlong would ring the bronze bell during the war to encourage the soldiers to fight bravely, or as a trumpet of triumph."

Ling An recalled the sound of the bell just now. Indeed, that bell sound was simple and ancient, and it was made by the turtle that rang the bell.

"In history, a bell ringer who accompanied the army to war once rescued a turtle by the Qing River. The turtle lived and trained with the soldiers and had become a member of the Longlong Army.

But after a fierce battle, the bell ringer fell on the eve of victory, and the triumphal bells should never ring again on the battlefield..."

Lian Feng also stared at the center of the water, not knowing whether he was looking at the ancient bell or the bell-ringing turtle under the ancient bell. He slowly said, "But that day, the bell still rang."

Ling An understood immediately: "The turtle took on the mission of ringing the bell, right?"

Lian Feng nodded: "Yes, this ancient bell... is exactly the same as the bronze bell of the Longlong Army back then... The turtle has disappeared, and only a giant remnant of the ancient bell and the occasional sound of the ancient bell are still echoing in the Mingzhong Gorge."

Listening to Lian Feng's narration, Ling An nodded silently.

He already understood the story behind it.

The birth of the bell-ringing turtle probably originated from the stories of bell ringers in the past.

The so-called specific frequency is the stereotyped behavior of the bell-ringing turtle.

Long, long ago, when it was just a weak little turtle, it saw with its own eyes how the bell ringer rang the bronze bell and how the Longlong army fought bravely to the sound of the bell.

The little turtle was trapped in the sound of the bell all his life.

Even though it can now easily emit a tsunami-level power, it cannot escape the scene of the audience blinking its mung bean-sized eyes as it watched the bell ringer excitedly ring the bronze bell.

"Patrol Captain Ling An, I have no other intention in telling you so much. You know the second rule of the Elephant Hunter." Lian Feng said.

"Never sympathize with the remaining elephants..."

"Yes, even though it has a tragic past, it has now become a remnant. If it moves, countless people may die..."

Lian Feng looked at Ling An and said, "I'll leave this to you. The advance team is too badly injured. I have to take them back to Jinzhou for treatment."

"Go."

Ling An did not look back. It was good that Lian Feng left. With his current cat-like body, he was still a little weak facing the Bell-Ringing Turtle.

"Patrol Captain Ling'an, ring the ancient bell and fight as close to it as possible. I'm waiting for your good news in Jinzhou."

Lian Feng left a few words and left with the wounded.

In Mingzhong Gorge, only Ling An was standing alone outside the water, staring at the ancient bell in silence.

He never likes to hear sad stories. Even when playing games, he always stays up all night just for a happy ending.

As a fellow remnant elephant, how could he not feel the pain of the turtle ringing the bell standing here?

The world has never heard of an afterimage that requires something to be struck to awaken it.

It's nothing more than stereotyped behavior.

Just like a lion trapped in a zoo, it can only circle around in loneliness.

Just like Pavlov's dog, when the bell rings, he will come running for food.

After all, many years ago, it listened to the bell and saw with its own eyes how the Longlong army charged to the sound of the bell.

The lion cannot escape the small space of the zoo, and the turtle is bound to the bell from many years ago.

Whether it's an animal or a residual elephant, it's always like this.

Although he possesses great power, he is always restrained by something.

Ling An's eyes gradually became firm, and red-gold flames suddenly swept across his body, revealing his true form.

He walked up to the ancient bell in the center of the lake. This ancient bell alone was bigger than his real body.

He clenched his fist, smashed it hard against the ancient bell, and shouted angrily: "Wake up!"

hum! ! !

The ancient bell made a humming sound, and the sound waves spread out towards the Mingzhong Gorge like ripples stirred up underfoot.

A bell-ringing turtle covered in icy armor emerged from beneath the water.

Its head is shaped like a dragon, ferocious and strong.

His feet were covered with frost and ice, and could be hugged by ten people.

Carrying the ancient bell, the sound of the bell is shrill and ancient.

As soon as his true form was revealed, the entire Mingzhong Gorge shook.

It was indeed a giant remnant elephant. Standing in front of it, Ling An felt like he was looking up at the city wall of Jinzhou.

The bell sounded and the turtle appeared.

In the sound of the ancient bell, Ling An seemed to see tens of millions of Longlong soldiers charging on the ancient battlefield.

And behind the thousands of soldiers, there was a little turtle watching silently.

Ling An shook his head, the Long Army dispersed, and the little turtle became the bell-ringing turtle, roaring at Ling An.

A pillar of ice reaching the sky rolled down towards Ling An from top to bottom.

Ling An raised his hand to hold the icicle, and the red-gold fire instantly rose, melting the icicle into dripping water droplets.

Drops of water dripped onto his ferocious body and were evaporated into thick mist by the high temperature.

The tortoise that rings the bell is the afterimage of a tsunami!

The bell is the clarion call that guides it into battle.

"Did you think we were in the past? Did you think we were on the battlefield?!"

Ling An roared, condensed a flaming spear, and threw it at the turtle that was ringing the bell.

It seemed to understand Ling An's words. It roared to the sky with its long and strong neck, and stepped down with its huge feet. Several huge icicles spread out.

Dead things cannot be reproduced, but some people and some things have been immersed in the past, unable and unwilling to escape.

The icicles were freezing cold, forming a counter-force with the red-gold fire. For a moment, the entire Mingzhong Gorge was filled with fog, and even the vision was blurred.

The roaring flames and the freezing ice were at two poles, colliding with each other endlessly in the water.

Although the Bell-Ringing Turtle has a size far beyond the average, it has no intention of relying on its body for close combat.

He just urged the ice pillars to fight against Ling An.

Ling An recalled Lian Feng's words, found the right opportunity, and got close to its side.

The tip of his fist, blazing with fire, landed heavily on one of its feet.

The ice armor covering its feet suddenly shattered into countless ice chips, and its huge body suddenly tilted for a moment.

Sure enough, every living thing has weaknesses.

Relying on the absolute advantage of speed, Ling An bombarded its four legs until all the ice armor was broken. The Bell-Ringing Turtle finally couldn't hold on and fell down.

Close combat, so this is what it means.

Thinking back to what Lian Feng said before, maybe that guy had really defeated the Bell-Ringing Turtle before.

Although now he will be chased around by the giant wave-level aftermath.

The ice armor has been removed, and now the bell-ringing turtle is like meat on a chopping board, waiting for Ling An to attack it.

He raised his fist and was about to attack.

However, the next moment, something strange happened.

The bell-ringing turtle shook its body violently and buried itself under the water, leaving only its thick shell exposed.

Thousands of frosts swept across, and relying on the defensive power of the tortoise shell, it actually sat still and acted as a turret mage.