The clear sky gradually became dim as the never-ending strong wind passed by on the grassland. As dusk fell on February 28, 796 in the New Calendar, it gradually became the dominant color in every corner of the continent, as if it was the same color as before. The same color of the rising flames also used this method at this time, staring at the desolate scene among the ruins of the village that had suppressed the scenes of fierce battles - as the Nashi tribe receded like the tide, they had been extinguished. The area around the Sioux settlement that suffered from the fire was once again replaced by the unique post-war silence. The strong wind blowing all around the grassland seemed to be aware of the tragic outcome of the war, and quietly gradually subsided around the settlement. : "I didn't expect that they actually retreated - Fula's face is really great."
"That Shrey may not know it yet, but that Shtuo must know something. He obviously knows Fula's strength and identity as a dragon, so he retreated so completely."
"Really, then there is room for discussion: How did they recognize Fula's identity? Judging from the current appearance, that woman...that female dragon looks no different from an ordinary human being. What’s the difference?”
"In other words, most people from the Nashi tribe know about the dragon tribe, right? Huh... now it becomes interesting."
The low voices of discussion echoed around the bleak ruins of the settlement. Several adventurers gathered together and then their reflected faces fell into each other's eyes. They had also just experienced a battle at this time. His expression also looked extremely tired, but his tone of conversation was still full of lingering excitement: "It is also related to the shady story behind fate, and it has some unclear relationship with the Dragon Clan... Why is this Nashi tribe so mysterious?"
"Mysterious guy, he's just defeated! Look at how they were frightened by Fulla's tactics just now, and finally scurried away from the ruins... Is my last move cool? Does it feel like the boss of Black Sand Castle? ?”
"The leader? Are you sure he's not the little brother who is following someone behind his back? The real boss is obviously Fulla, okay? - Huh? Where's Fulla? Where did she go?"
"Except for a few of us, she has no interest in other humans here for the time being, so after scaring away those people and no longer needing her to contribute any more and waste her expressions, she ran away again and went to work on things she was interested in."
Duan Qing slowly let out a sigh of helplessness and explained, then turned his head and looked in a certain direction in the distance of the settlement: "Of course, she left a request before she left - uh no, please ask me. , I hope I can fulfill my previous promise and bring some 'guides' who are familiar with this continent into our team."
"It can be regarded as the sequelae of my previous efforts to pull her over to support us."
A wry smile appeared at the corner of his mouth, and the gray-robed magician showed a helpless expression to the others. Gedman, who seemed to be aware of the meaning behind the wry smile, then closed his eyes and turned around. He curled his lips and looked towards the corner of the ruins not far away: "Hey, I know there is no free lunch."
"If you want to activate these seemingly powerful NPCs in our team, you will naturally need to pay a corresponding price." The answer was Asahi Dongsheng, who was lying on the side, and he supported the back of his head with one arm. Lying down and gradually disappearing: "This kind of truth couldn't be simpler. Even some of the great masters in our team need to negotiate conditions if they want their help."
"Who are you talking about?" Before anyone else around him could respond, Mengzhu, who had never spoken in the corner, suddenly spoke up: "I don't need you to save me! You The suspicion of my identity will not be eliminated in my mind just because of this level of performance..."
"I'm suspicious? What's wrong with me?" Asahi Dongsheng screamed with a dissatisfied look on his face: "I have been working hard with this team, and I just didn't sell my pants to you. What's wrong with me?"
"Anyway, there is something wrong with you anyway." He seemed to know that his groundless suspicion was not very reasonable. Mengzhu, who was hiding between the hoods, looked embarrassed at this time: "Even if you save me Even if you die, your suspicious actions in the past will not be easily erased! You can never escape my eyes!"
"If you were still the same Rona as before, I might retain a little respect for you." Relaxing his shoulders slightly, Zhaori Dongsheng lay down on his side as if he didn't want to pay attention to Mengzhu: "But now you - ha, ask these people around you, who is willing to listen to your nonsense?"
"..."
"Hey, is my image so miserable in your minds?"
Facing the sudden moment of silence among the people talking, Asahi Dongsheng suddenly turned around from lying on his side: "You don't really believe it, do you? No? I'm going to call the police!"
"The celebration banquet for the remainder of this disaster has not yet been held, do we already need to deal with the rhythm of internal strife?" He pouted his lips, and Gedman, who was sitting aside and patting his shield, also turned over his own Bai Yan: "Forget it, I also remembered one thing: Where did you pick up the knife?"
"Knife? Are you talking about the knife I am using now?" He stretched out his hand to indicate the blade that was tied to his arm with a bandage. Chao Ri Dongsheng replied with an inexplicable look on his face: "I have said it before, this I picked it up when I was by the river. Although I might just have picked up a great weapon - why, you won't suspect that I am related to the Nashi tribe because of this, right? I look like Are you like the kind of person who takes the blame?"
"Of course not. After all, you still killed many Nashi warriors." Duan Qing, who was sitting in the corner of the ruins, shook his head and scratched his head and replied: "Just think that we are jealous of your sudden appearance. Good luck, just ask this casually."
"Anyway, seeing how pitiful you are now, we won't be ruthless enough to take away your trophies."
[Tribal Warrior Blade·Wolf Fang (Epic)]
[Weapon power: strong]
[Equipment requirements: Strength 30, Agility 12]
[Strength +3, Agility +2]
[Equipment special effect: Warrior Glory, the tribal war blade has been blessed by the glory of multiple tribal warriors, adding additional damage to each of the user's attacks. The effect is 26% of the user's current attack power. 】
[Equipment skill: Wolf Fang Bite, activate the power hidden in the war blade, use the power of the wolf soul to bite the enemy, causing damage of 520% of the current attack power, and temporarily increasing one's own attack power by 30%, lasting 8 Second. 】
[The war blade that is spread among various tribes in the Wind Continent and is used to reward tribal warriors is proof of the glory of the tribal warriors. Because it has been affected by the flames of war and the strength of the tribal warriors for a long time, its rough war blade itself has been filled with part of the A powerful force that is hidden and hidden. 】
[This tribal warrior blade has undergone some special modifications, allowing it to exert more symbolic power unique to a certain tribe. However, because its original owner neglected to maintain it, this power has Far from what it used to be. 】
"Is this considered our trophy?"
Looking at the long knife that Chao Ri Dongsheng had taken off and thrown in front of everyone, Duan Qing finally smacked his lips and sighed like this: "Looking at these skills and the descriptions on them, they should be the ones thrown by Shilong earlier. A knife, right?"
"A weapon of epic level, and the effect is more or less coordinated and related - judging from the effect you have used, this thing can be regarded as a top-grade weapon." The expressionless Snow Spirit Huanbing on the side followed. He also moved his strange gaze from the blade in front of him to Asahi Dongsheng's body: "In the end, you were lucky enough to pick it up. It is simply a miracle among miracles."
"Don't say such words that are easily misunderstood! I really picked them up!" As expected, the white-haired woman's sinister words aroused a huge backlash from Asahi Dongsheng: "Then I will hand over this pie that fell from the sky to How about the organization? Please accept it and prove my innocence!"
"No need, there are not many people in our team who are good at using knives." Shaking his head slightly, Xue Ling Huan Bing's expression at this time seemed to be as calm and full of majesty as the leader of the team: "This thing is still I’ll leave it to you to use first, just treat it as the reward we got after working hard at the Barrow River for so long and distribute it to you in advance.”
"Speaking of it, it seems that we haven't obtained any trophies in the past long time." Duan Qing, who also put away his gaze and shook his head, fell to the ruins in the distance as if he had just thought of something. Edge: "We lost so much in the Tyran Tower battle, but in the end we gained nothing."
"At least we gained Molnar's friendship, and Furla was left in this team together." Snow Spirit Huanbing on the side replied in a low voice: "As for ourselves - the discovery and first right to explore the New World does it count?"
"Forget it, of course, we even got involved with the local gangs." Gedman turned around helplessly, raised his arms and pointed behind him: "It's a pity - —”
"This 'local gang' seems to be about to be wiped out now."
Following the direction he pointed back, Duan Qing and others, who were sitting around and resting, then set their sights on the ruins of the Sioux settlement. Among the countless black marks that had been burned away by the fire. The figures of some of the surviving tribe members were also revealed, and the sounds of crying and sadness were filled with their actions as they collected the corpses and debris. After walking out of the small courtyard surrounded by this heavy atmosphere, Surtu, who was also watching all this, gradually put away his stone-like gaze. The few people waiting behind him At this time, one of the Sioux warriors also gradually walked out of the bewildered sight of the other warriors, and gradually walked behind him: "Surtu, Surtu."
"The patriarch lets you pass."
The warrior let go of his body and showed the road leading to the brick and stone ancestral hall in front of him. The first warrior of the tribe had a hairband on his head, but his eye sockets were sunk deep in the hairband. After that, there was no movement for a long time, and the rusty body gradually turned around after a while as the other party said this. It seems that they have learned something in advance. The remaining Sioux warriors surrounding the ancestral hall courtyard also lowered their heads as Surtu took the first step. They watched the heavy steps together. The burly warrior gradually disappeared under the eaves of the dimly lit ancestral hall. Together with Sutar, who was also standing in that direction, he stared at the face of the already weak old man: "...you are here."
"Lord Patriarch." The expression of gritted teeth flashed away, and Surtu, who breathed a sigh of relief, calmly replied in a low voice: "Stop talking, you can have a good rest."
"The revelation of fate will not change, and my life is about to come to an end." Without any movement, Nasuji, who was lying peacefully in front of everyone, said intermittently: "I thought the appearance of the Chosen One would It brings about changes, but the final result...haha, it seems that God still won't forgive the old man who deserves to die."
"Don't be sad, this fault has nothing to do with you." There seemed to be a crystal light flashing in his eyes, and the old man's sighing voice seemed particularly long in Surtu's ears: "I will bear the price and regret of so many dead tribesmen. , let’s go to the grassland soil and slowly repent of ourselves.”
"No, Mr. Patriarch, please stop talking." As if he squeezed out these words from his teeth, Surtu said with a choked voice: "This is not your fault, it's those Nashi tribe-"
"Did you win the duel ceremony in Barish?"
"...No, there isn't."
"What about the performance of those adventurers?"
Interrupting Surtu's words, the old man's last breath echoed in front of Surtu and other tribe members: "Have the words I told you before been verified? "
"..."
"It seems you already have the answer."
A smile appeared on the old face, and a light reappeared in the eyes of the old man named Nasuji, which had been filled with emptiness: "It seems that my wish has not completely failed, doesn't it?"
"Lord Patriarch..."
"Take this thing."
Without giving the sad-looking Surtu any more chance to speak, the weak and trembling old Su Ji finally made some movements. He stretched out one of his hands in full view of the crowd and held the hand. A gem-like object held tightly in his hand was stuffed into Surtu's arms: "You should know how to do it."
"If I die, the position of clan leader will be handed over to you."
