The location of the Tu'er people is divided into nine regions, each region corresponding to a city.
The most central one is the city of Tutram.
Just like the eight elders surrounding Ren Anran who was chanting prayers at this time, the city of Tutram was surrounded by eight satellite cities to defend it.
The central city of Tutram is undoubtedly a heavy-duty city that integrates power, technology, and financial wealth, while the surrounding cities focus more on the development of production and involve all walks of life.
This is also the reason why Zhang Xuezhou rarely saw production factories and other situations after entering Tutlam City.
However, the theocracy and technological buildings in Tutram City are extremely concentrated.
"Is your Tur god making the sound of a beast's roar?"
Zhang Xuezhou's perception ability is extremely strong. Although he is at least a hundred meters away from Ren Anran and the shrine is further away from him, Zhang Xuezhou's ears still caught the relevant sounds.
This surprised him.
While waiting for the development and conclusion of the matter, Zhang Xuezhou also tried his best to inquire about the relevant content, trying to learn more about the situation.
"That's the language of God," Turcalando corrected, "This sound means God's approval. You can hear it from such a distance?"
"Is this what your verification is like?" Zhang Xuezhou asked curiously: "No need to draw blood to test genes?"
"We believe in God, not genes!"
Turcalanduo's response left Zhang Xuezhou at a loss.
In a place like this, he not only needs to adapt to the customs of the Tour people, but also needs to change his own ideas. If he looks at the problem in the same way as the Red Alliance, it will definitely be a disaster.
This is like using human concepts to constrain the demon clan to pay attention to law and discipline, which simply doesn't work.
He had just arrived in the important place of the Tour clan, and so many things had happened in a short period of time that he had even been directly locked in the room by Tur Corando.
Looking at the window with only a small window, Zhang Xuezhou was completely convinced when he asked Turcalando again.
This made him feel that despite the seemingly calm surface, the actual confrontation had probably gone through several rounds.
If he didn't ask Turcalando for confirmation, it would be difficult for him to even confirm that he was under house arrest.
This is an extremely unfriendly attitude, but as long as you are under the influence of Turcolandot and cannot escape, this will undoubtedly be considered normal, and you will even leave with gratitude when your visit is over.
Even after things return to normal, few will object to this.
"Isn't there only one voice within your Tu'er tribe?" Zhang Xuezhou said in disbelief.
"Normally, the chief is the biggest," Turcalando nodded.
"This makes me feel like an autocratic feudal royal family," Zhang Xuezhou complained.
"You are right to think so," Turcalando agreed: "According to the standards in the book, part of our situation does meet the relevant feudal characteristics."
"and you?"
"I should have been deprived of my position as crown prince just now!"
Turcalando complained.
She wandered around and saw things that were far beyond the stereotypes of the tribe, but she didn't seem disappointed. She even wanted to exchange lives with Ren Anran.
And with Turcalando's ability, as long as she doesn't go to the secret places of various countries, she can live well.
But just a few seconds after she complained about herself, a trace of panic began to show on her face.
"I……"
"Close the window and don't look towards the shrine!"
More than a hundred meters away, Turcolandot seemed to have a feeling, and shouted while scanning the house.
"The power in my body is draining, and God Tur is taking back my power!"
After Zhang Xuezhou quickly pushed the small window to close, Turcalando's condition seemed to be a little better, but after she just explained her situation, she quickly returned to her previous panic.
The concept of death came into her mind, and Turcalando realized the truth behind this rhetoric.
She shivered involuntarily.
"I'll probably be whipped to death!"
As if a major artery had been cut open, the rapid loss of strength made it difficult for Turcalando to stand still and appeared to be a bit swaying.
Her face quickly turned pale, and blue blood vessels began to stand out on her face.
How her divine breath ability was turned on, and how it was turned off at this time.
This price made Turcalando quickly figure out why her mother was bound to the temple, why she responded with a bitter smile when she talked about her mother, and she even figured out the price of freedom she wanted. And why Ren Anran was quickly recognized as the new successor as soon as they met...
Many things she had never thought through quickly ran through her mind.
But her mother probably didn't realize that the price of quitting would be too great for Turcalando to bear.
"help me!"
'When jade exists, people live, when jade leaves, people die' is an empirical dogma. The successors of the Tour family have always fought with each other, and the winner lives and the loser dies.
Before Turkarando, no one had been so humble in giving the soul jade that represented inheritance, and no one had enough experience to deal with such problems.
Obviously, this attempt had extremely serious consequences.
The person who asked for her life was not the eight elders, nor the large group of Tour people who were quarreling and yelling to burn her to death, but the God of Tour who had given her a blessing.
In Turcalando's body, this aura was constantly being withdrawn, which also gave her body a sense of ruin as he was bleeding profusely.
The only person Turcalando could turn to for help was Zhang Xuezhou, who was one meter away, and she was the only one who recognized him as a 'god envoy'.
She whispered for help, and her body began to sway and fall down.
"It seems to be a spell mark!"
The obscure mana fluctuations penetrated the glass window and reflected on Turcalando.
Perhaps it was because Turkaranduo wandered around far away from the temple all year round, or perhaps because Turkaranduo did not wear a soul jade, the strength of this curse mark was not high.
Zhang Xuezhou observed carefully for more than ten seconds, and he already pointed out with his hand.
It is difficult to destroy the curse mark of a high-level practitioner at a low level, but when the curse mark is weak and dim, he only needs to give a helping hand.
Even the strength of the curse mark on Turkarando's body is not too high.
The light blue mana brilliance shone on his fingertips, and then he clicked on the spot where Turkarando wore the soul jade.
A soft touch came from the body, and there was a sound like shattering glass on Turcalandu's body, while the low roar of the ancient behemoth in the temple was mixed with a hint of anger and confusion.
"Control your abilities and don't let him find out!"
Looking at Turcalando who was out of breath, Zhang Xuezhou retracted his hand and gave a warning when he came back.
He recalled the broken magic mark, and felt that he had encountered similar ones in the real world for the first time.
"Is it some kind of monster?"
He thought for a few seconds and found it difficult to understand the gods worshiped by the Tu'er people.
In past speculations, he thought that the gods of the Tu'er tribe were similar to the alien demons, or were strong men who defeated the alien demons. However, this situation made him somewhat doubtful of his own judgment.
Combined with the growling voice, he even began to think that the other party belonged to some kind of monster.
"Demon?"
When this concept came to mind, it was difficult for Zhang Xuezhou to understand why such an environment in reality had the possibility of producing monsters.
