When Wei Ling saw the armed survivors slowly dispersing, he gave the garrison a message.
Immediately, the vehicle stopped hanging in the air and landed on the ground, but the alert was still not lifted.
Wei Ling took a step forward and asked solemnly:
"Very good, we have never wanted to deprive any race of its right to exist, but we also don't want any small clown-like force to provoke the empire!
Mr. Emir, do you have another name, Bi Riyanggu? "
Since Emil decided to give up the resistance, he no longer concealed:
"Actually, I already understood your purpose yesterday when you mentioned Murong Langgan and Tang Naxiu.
Biriyanggu is a kind of herbal medicine on the northern grasslands of the Eastern World in ancient times. According to legend, our ancestors of the Putu people were a remote branch of that grassland tribe. Their language called that herb Biriyang. Riyanggu.
When I said that was my name, I only hinted at Donahue's research institution. We may have inheritance or even blood from the Eastern Empire, and have innate advantages to complete the tasks they need. "
"Well, the answer is as expected...your answer should be truthful."
Wei Ling and several others looked at each other and nodded.
Seeing that Welling actually believed his seemingly flawed statement, Emil felt a little strange.
Welling realized Emil's surprise:
"That's normal. It doesn't matter what the name is, as long as you are in contact with Donahue and the others.
Besides, Uguwa also said that those herbs were from the northern part of the ancient Eastern World, so that’s not wrong. "
Emil was surprised and asked:
"Uguwa! Oh, by the way, if you know Murong Langgan, you naturally know my eldest brother!
What's up with him? "
"Ugwa is your eldest brother? A high-level intelligent warlock?"
Emil nodded:
"Yes, he is my eldest brother, the smartest and most potential warlock in the entire tribe. He rarely comes back to the tribe. He always...doesn't approve of our practices and ideas. He always says that sooner or later we will mess with people we shouldn't go to. The power of provoking..."
When Emil heard the news from his eldest brother, he felt a little hopeful and gave a more detailed explanation.
Wei Ling and others didn't know how to answer.
Are you telling him that his eldest brother was eaten alive?
Isn't this deliberately disgusting?
“He probably won’t come back for a while, but the empire is not targeting him.
Therefore, we cannot yet determine whether he is alive or dead. "
Welling's ambiguous answer made Emil feel a little relieved:
"Yes, if brother breaks through the high-level warlock, he will be a top-level warlock. Maybe his state is not something that junior and intermediate warlocks can understand."
Seeing that the other party approved the answer to Uguwa, Welling asked more questions:
"By the way, how many children did you capture during the raid on that small island in the eastern ocean of the empire?
Where did all theirs go?
Did you plan this attack?
How many children from the empire have you sold to the Xixuan world in total over the years?
Who is in contact with you in the empire? Besides Murong Langgan, are the families behind him involved?
From what sources did you purchase the imperial weapons in your hands? "
Welling's series of questions caught Emil off guard.
"You have too many questions. How could this idiot know so much..."
A voice sounded beside Emil.
The emir and his men were frightened and jumped aside.
Wei Ling and others were also startled by this familiar voice and took a few steps back as if facing a formidable enemy.
A ragged blond young man appeared beside them, standing barefoot on the cold steps, but with a smile on his face.
The blond young man looked at the shocked Wei Ling and others, then at the frightened Emil, and nodded to them with a smile:
"I am Harile, you can call me Myrobalan.
I can help Emil answer some things he doesn't know. "
Li Lingyou patted his chest:
"Master, don't show up suddenly like this again and again, it will scare people to death..."
Wei Ling, Yang Xiaohe and others knew that Li Lingyou was a little confused, but the truth was correct.
Several people's scalps were a bit fried, and even rags were afraid of the existence, so suddenly appeared.
This is like peeing on the bed at dawn. If I had known better, I would have stopped and left early. Good morning.
"Well, you look very stupid, but now you are sensible...I'm sorry, it will indeed scare a lot of people to death."
Myrobalan's face had an extra layer of gloom.
But the voice message in his information packet was still so gentle and polite:
"Donahue is actually not in charge of this matter. These chores are all done by people from the security department of the research institution. Those are the people Emil came into contact with. Most of them are still alive and have withdrawn into the federation.
As for Murong Langgan, he mainly came into contact with the emir.
Emil, a fool, acted as a middleman and made a small profit, but got into great trouble. "
Looking at the smiling Myrobalan, Emil's lips trembled a little, and he pointed at the Myrobalan:
"You...who are you?"
Myrobalan smiled apologetically at Wei Ling and others:
"Look, if you say he is stupid, you have to prove it immediately. He has been stupid since he was a child, and it took him half a year to learn how to lose information packets.
It took thirty-seven years to reach the initial level of wisdom mage.
The most ridiculous thing is that at nearly sixty years old and only reaching the intermediate level, he knows such a harmless illusion, but he also likes to stir up trouble..."
Wei Ling regained his composure, nodded with a smile, and secretly dropped an information package to the four of them:
"Didn't myrobalan swallow Uguwa? He has all the memories and abilities of Uguwa...
In a sense, he is now Emil's eldest brother. "
The four of them nodded secretly, but they were worried that this Myrobalan would come to support the remnant tribe. In that case, the five of them would be in great trouble.
"Brother..."
Emil looked at the young man in disbelief and subconsciously shouted softly.
Myrobalan looked at Emil with a complicated expression.
Finally, Myrobalan sighed:
“I can be considered your big brother now.
To be honest, I hate this kind of emotion very much. I actually care about a bunch of things that are not rubbish. Do you know how busy I am, there are so many people waiting for me, and there are so many big things. Be prepared!
I don’t want these distracting thoughts to affect my affairs at critical moments in the future. I’m here to solve any future troubles..."
Emil's expression became very excited and angry:
"A future trouble? Brother, are you saying that we are a future trouble and the entire tribe is a future trouble?"
Welling's expression became serious.
In an instant, the serious expression was replaced by one of fear.
Neither Shou Gong nor Li Lingyou had ever seen such a look of fear on Wei Ling's face. In their hearts, even if the sky collapsed, Wei Ling would deal with it calmly.
At this moment, Wei Ling was afraid.
"Last time, as long as myrobalan appeared, even the violent valley spiritual power would calm down... But at this moment, didn't you notice? It's not the wood spiritual power, but all the spiritual power!
They are all moving towards violence..."
Wei Ling's messages were intermittent, and the four of them felt a little frightened.
In Welling's "mind's eye", the familiar world of Yuanling is no longer a turbulent situation.
The entire world of source spirits has been dominated by a mysterious spiritual power and turned into a chaotic whirlpool!
Even if you project your mind, it will be sucked into the vortex and cannot be taken back!
All kinds of original spiritual power have truly and completely lost any control, which is the current state.
All the origin warlocks feel that the spiritual power they control at this moment has become extremely proactive, until it is beyond their control.
Wei Ling threw a message to several people in horror:
"Myrobalan is calm on the surface, but inside he is out of control!
The fusion of Uguwa will definitely cause his soul to be severely divided!
The abnormality of his original spiritual power is exactly the manifestation of his inner rage! "
…
Wei Ling and the other five people slowly backed away, subconsciously leaning against each other!
In their eyes, the real world has experienced a gust of wind.
A gentle wind that permeates every corner.
This wind rises from the stream in the valley, sways and rolls lightly.
The wind swept across the valley, and the ice and snow in the valley melted and turned into water vapor, moving with the wind.
The wind swept past the tribe's fortresses and the alloy-covered bunker and Mingbao. These defense facilities immediately turned into the tiniest gravel, dancing with the wind.
The wind swept past the survivors holding firearms, gently rolling up their animal skins and clothing.
The clothes disintegrated, and countless people relieved their physical pain with smiles, turned into particles, threw themselves into the wind, and danced with the wind.
The wind passes through the eaves, passes through the hall, enters and exits the bedroom, and runs the kitchen. Everywhere it passes, everything is like a sketch, being erased bit by bit by a powerful eraser.
…
In the blink of an eye, all that was left of the entire remnant tribe was an empty mountain grassland, with the snow covered with a thick layer of yellow sand.
There is also a large amount of yellow sand that has drifted away to the mountains and canyons, and to the trees in the forest.
Perhaps, after two months, when the snow melts and spring returns to the earth, all of this will be covered by lush vegetation, leaving no trace.
Emil stared blankly at the empty valley, his face pale!
He looked at the five people from the Empire opposite who looked frightened.
These five people seemed to be protected by a mysterious protective shield. Even the warning vehicle was within the protective shield and did not turn into yellow sand.
He carefully stretched out his hands and touched the air.
Some gravel passed between his fingers, leaving not a single grain behind.
Two lines of blood flowed from his old and turbid eyes, and he suddenly laughed:
"Haha, haha... Brother, you want to take us with you because you care about your tribe, right?"
Myrobalan smiled and nodded:
"Yeah, yeah, after being stupid all my life, I finally became smart for once..."
Emil seemed immediately at ease.
His figure gradually became transparent, turning into a wisp of yellow sand and drifting away.
The five people in Welling stared blankly at this dreamlike scene.
The mental power may not be reliable anymore, this is an illusion!
Welling even bit the tip of his tongue. He even hoped that this was just a large-scale illusion spell set by Emil. Maybe when he bit the tip of his tongue, the illusion dissipated and he found that everyone was still confronting each other in the square.
However, the sharp pain at the tip of his tongue reminded Welling that all this was really happening.
There is such a powerful warlock in this world, and he is an original warlock!
Myrobalan's original magic is beyond Wei Ling's understanding.
What he once guessed about, the fusion and transformation of the five original spiritual powers, he has not yet been able to prove, but in Myrobalan, it is so logical.
Myrobalan was readily available. This time he used a gust of wind, next time it might be a gust of water, and the next time it might be a gust of fire...
"Ability, what is that? Isn't it as natural as living and breathing?"
The first time I met Myrobalan, this was how he viewed ability.
I thought he was trying to be cool that day.
Now it seems that he was just stating a fact.
All forms of magic are unimportant.
The important thing is that at this time, all the original spiritual power is his ability.
No wonder even top warlocks like Ragpo are afraid of him.
And Myrobalan said that he was also afraid of Ragzi's trump card. What could it be?
The five stunned people were unable to express their thoughts.
They felt that simple words such as "nightmare, demon, madness..." could not describe their evaluation of the myrobalan in front of them.
Myrobalan smiled and threw out the message:
"A little surprised, aren't you? All of this is a gift from God, and they have returned to the Kingdom of God!
It's their honor. It's a pity that you don't have this honor. "
He looked at the eastern sky and shook his head slightly.
In the eastern sky, the early morning sunlight did not completely cover the few bright stars.
Li Lingyou swallowed and instinctively wanted to fight back.
But he really couldn't think of any language that could carry enough lethality to target the other party's natural recognition.
Myrobalan looked a little tired:
"Don't be afraid, I won't kill you...you have to use your brain to think."
Wei Ling's expression returned to calm, and he calmly threw out the message:
"Well, thank you for the advice. You should have something very important to do. You don't even want to worry about your tribe or your brothers, for fear of interfering with your business.
Of course you won't mess with the old guys from the empire.
You should also have the memory of Murong Langgan, so you naturally know the identity of this lady. If you touch her, you will fight to the death with the empire. You are a bit afraid of trouble at this stage! "
Myrobalan's expression seems to be smiling but not smiling:
"He is indeed a smart guy. Although his ability is not very good, his concentration is still good!"
Myrobalan's figure gradually faded.
All five people received the last message he left:
"Don't have anything to do with me. Maybe I won't be afraid of trouble if we meet again..."
