Traveling to the future, the story with the orc king

"General Lin, now that the enemy invading Yuecheng has been completely wiped out, we can no longer continue to disturb you. We will take our leave now!" Long Yan stared at General Lin with a stern expression and spoke slowly. He was very dissatisfied with General Lin, and a hint of coldness appeared in his slightly narrowed eyes.

Hearing this, General Lin couldn't help but turn his head and look at Lin Ziyu beside him, and asked softly: "Ziyu, what do you think?" As he spoke, General Lin's eyes revealed a hint of pleading and hope.

Lin Ziyu lowered his head slightly, and after a moment of contemplation, he raised his head, looked at Long Yan, and said slowly: "Brother Yan, let's rest here for a few days and recuperate. How about we leave later?"

Long Yan frowned slightly and said in a deep voice, "Okay, I'll listen to you."

"Young master, please come this way!" Butler Lin's face was filled with joy. He spoke enthusiastically and turned slightly to make an invitation gesture, indicating that Lin Ziyu and others should follow him.

Lin Ziyu and Long Yan walked side by side, with Butler Lin pointing the way.

The group followed Steward Lin to the next row of rooms. The rooms here were similar and were used for temporary rest.

"Young master, this is your room. Please have a good rest." Butler Lin smiled and pushed open one of the doors.

The room was simply and neatly furnished. The floor was covered with a thick, soft, comfortable carpet. The walls were white, with two paintings hanging on them. There was a table, four chairs, and a bed. The bedding on the bed was made of the finest silk, smooth and delicate, with an exquisite touch.

Lin Ziyu nodded with satisfaction and said to Butler Lin, "Thank you for your thoughtful arrangements. This place is very nice."

Butler Lin quickly bowed and said, "You are too polite, young master. It is my honor to serve you. If you need anything, just let me know." After that, he quietly left the room, leaving Lin Ziyu, Long Yan and others to rest here.

Meanwhile, Lin Feng described the specific situation of the underground city. One-fifth of the Yuecheng residents survived, and half of the underground city was destroyed.

"General, the invaders of Yuecheng came from a secret realm, located in the Death Forest, five hundred miles away from Yuecheng." Lin Feng finished speaking, recalling the leader of the invaders, whose eyes were filled with despair and relief before he died. Finally, he said, "Haha... very soon... the leader will not let you go."

On the other side, Lin Ziyu and Long Yan also learned about the situation in Yuecheng from Mo Yan. The people who invaded Yuecheng and attacked the sea tribe came from the same secret realm, as well as the location of the secret realm.

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A few days later, at the gate of Yuecheng, General Lin stood quietly, his gaze fixed on the receding carriage until it vanished over the horizon. His eyes revealed an indescribable complex of emotions: reluctance, worry, but perhaps even more, blessings.

After a long time, General Lin slowly withdrew his gaze, lowered his head slightly, and murmured to himself in a low and slightly hoarse voice: "Go back..." These two words seemed to have exhausted all his strength, with endless helplessness and loneliness.

Steward Lin, standing nearby, heard General Lin's words and first glanced up at his master. General Lin's once resolute face now appeared haggard and exhausted. Then, he too turned his head, casting his gaze towards the distant horizon, which had long since vanished. After a moment's silence, Steward Lin softly asked, "Master, are you letting the young master and his companions go just like that? Are you really not going to try to persuade them to stay?" His words betrayed a hint of reluctance.

General Lin sighed heavily, his heart filled with turmoil and helplessness. When he decided to test whether the current Lin Ziyu was still the same Lin Ziyu, his son, he knew that no matter the outcome, their relationship had quietly changed. But it had to be done. Judging from the current situation, the inheritance of the weapon refining technique must be obtained to have a chance of saving Yuecheng from the beast tide next year.

Over the past few days, thanks to the dedicated assistance of Lin Ziyu, Long Yan, and those around him, Yuecheng's defensive formations have been repaired and further strengthened. Those once dilapidated and crumbling defensive structures now appear brand new, radiating a reassuring glow. And thanks to Lin Ziyu's tireless efforts, the city's numerous puppet crystal robots have also been repaired. Furthermore, Lin Ziyu generously left behind a large number of precious elixirs, most of which are for restoring spiritual energy and healing injuries. Most importantly, he also left behind all the energy stones he had inherited. With these energy stones as a backup, the puppet crystal robots no longer need to worry about running out of energy stones and losing their combat effectiveness.

An exquisitely decorated carriage slowly rolled along the road, its wheels creaking softly as they rolled over the ground. Inside, Lin Ziyu gently reached out and parted the curtain, his gaze fixed on Yuecheng, which was receding into the distance. The familiar yet unfamiliar city now seemed blurry to him, shrouded in a faint melancholy.

Gazing at Yuecheng, which gradually receded, Lin Ziyu couldn't help but feel an indescribable sense of loss. He knew what his departure meant, and he understood why. After all, he wasn't himself anymore; he was just a lonely soul from another parallel dimension.

At this moment, Long Yan extended his warm arms from behind and hugged Lin Ziyu tightly. He sensed Lin Ziyu's inner anxiety and melancholy, so he gently comforted him, "Ziyu, don't be afraid. Remember, I'm here. No matter how many difficulties we encounter, we will face them together."

The hot air Long Yan exhaled when he spoke blew on Lin Ziyu's ears, making him feel a little itchy. Lin Ziyu shook his head subconsciously and responded with a "Hmm..." Although the voice was not loud, it revealed a hint of dependence and trust.

Long Yan patted Lin Ziyu's back gently and said softly, "Ziyu, if you are tired, just sleep for a while." After that, he gazed at Lin Ziyu in his arms affectionately, and his thoughts involuntarily drifted back to the enchanting moment last night.

Last night, under the dim and charming candlelight, their bodies were intertwined, Lin Ziyu was gasping under him, and that soft and powerless voice of begging for mercy still lingers in Long Yan's ears: "Brother Yan... let... me go..." Thinking of this, Long Yan's back suddenly straightened, and he secretly warned himself not to continue to think about it, otherwise this impulse would be difficult to suppress, and his body had already begun to have subtle reactions.

Lin Ziyu, who had been quietly leaning against Long Yan's arms with his eyes closed, suddenly opened his eyes as if he had noticed something and glared at Long Yan fiercely. Then, he tried to break free from Long Yan's warm embrace, wanting to keep a certain distance from him.

However, Long Yan quickly tightened his arms, hugging Lin Ziyu tightly in his arms, and at the same time stretched out a hand, still gently patting his back. His magnetic voice sounded low and deep: "Ziyu, be good, go to sleep. I promise you that I will never do anything excessive to you. Sleep...sleep..."

Lin Ziyu was truly exhausted. He had been busy for days since arriving in Yuecheng, without a good rest. Furthermore, he had experienced such a passionate night last night. After hearing Long Yan's gentle whisper, his originally tense nerves gradually relaxed, his consciousness gradually became blurred, and he finally sank into a sweet dream.

Not long after, a slight snoring sound came from Lin Ziyu's nose.

Long Yan thought to himself: It seems that he is really tired, and then ordered: "Long Si, slow down your journey."

"Yes, Your Highness." Long Si replied.

The carriage moved slowly forward, and as it went, snowflakes began to fall outside. Before long, a thick layer of snow covered the road, and the wheels creaked as they passed over it. Suddenly, the carriage shook violently, as if pushed by an invisible force, and slid forward a bit. Long Yan, who was sitting in the carriage, quickly protected Lin Ziyu in his arms and asked, "Long Si, what's going on?"

Long Si's response came from outside the car: "Your Highness, the wind and snow are too strong to see the road clearly." There was a hint of helplessness and anxiety in his words.

Long Yan opened the curtains, and a cold wind mixed with snowflakes flew in. He quickly lowered the curtains and asked, "Long Si, where are we now?"