The air in the entire Sioux settlement began to become heavier with the emergence of a certain news. Even the players who had been rejected outside the door after the battle seemed to feel the dispersion of the air. With the arrival of this sad breath, the Sioux people who were wandering around the Sioux settlement and cleaning up the charred tents like wandering ghosts also began to approach in the direction where Duan Qing and others were paying attention. The crying there gradually grew a little louder. The bodies that stood up sat down again. The one-armed man named Asahi Dongsheng was the first to break away from the heavy atmosphere coming from that direction. He looked around and looked around him, who also looked like Near the ruin-like settlement, my gaze followed the rising black smoke: "Sure enough, the first time I saw the old man after entering, I felt that he might be dead."
"After all, it is a tribal guardian force that is as foul as it is. It is good to be able to maintain it for such a long time." Gedman also sighed deeply: "When I went to the camp to investigate, I didn't remember that direction. What kind of protective power does the ancestral hall have..."
"Aren't you allowed to leave some last hope for the people of the Sioux tribe? For such a big tribe, can't they find a place to protect their people?" He curled his lips slightly, belonging to Duan Qing's expression also dropped with the appearance of these words, and the gloom on his face swept away: "Although they did not save many people in the end, there were not even a few people who survived."
"Stop talking, they will really put the blame on us." After poking the gray-robed magician's waist, Xue Ling Huan Bing on the side replied angrily: "They are really serious now. Victims, if they blame the Barish ceremony for this near-genocide disaster, those of us who strongly advocate participating in the ceremony may really be counted among the suspects."
"So our current situation is still not optimistic." With a sullen face, he suppressed the objections that several people wanted to make. Duan Qing, who was hanging his broken arm, then looked around at the faces of the others with a calm voice: " Even if the people of the Sioux tribe still have enough trust in us, this tribe's current strength has suffered a major blow."
"Although I don't want to raise this issue, the necessary procedures still have to be carried out." Xueling Huanbing on the side also cleared his throat: "Let's all decide this matter together: Do you still want to follow the Su clan? People continue to go forward? Continue to implement the strategy we formulated before? "
"Well." As expected, hesitant voices appeared from all directions in the team: "Indeed, now is not the time to be secretly sad. Things have developed to this point. Do we still want to continue to seize the path we initially encountered? Where’s the line?”
"The choice of camp... If you don't choose the Sioux tribe, what else can you choose? You can't choose the Nashi tribe, right? We just broke up with them, and the fight was so fierce-"
"There is another option, which has appeared in our camp before."
He lowered his head and stretched out one of his hands, and the voice belonging to the gray-robed magician once again appeared in the discussion: "We once rejected them, but now it has become an opportunity."
"I know, you're talking about Lu Fen, right?" Twisting his hair, Xue Ling Huan Bing's gaze gradually became calmer: "It would be good to go on an adventure with their caravan group. They had previously It can be regarded as showing a certain strength in the battle."
"The only question is whether that person is trustworthy." Holding out his pointing finger to the others, Goldman reminded calmly: "Even if we rule out the suspicion of how the old businessman discovered us, Yeah, the origin of that guy is still unclear. Why did he gather so many good fighters under his command? And why did he suddenly join the previous battle? There are still too many things that need to be clarified. "
"The old mysteries are solved, and there are more new ones - familiar routines and rhythms." A helpless light flashed in his eyes, and Duan Qing, who had a stern face, then turned to the other players around him. Said: "In short, this is the basic situation now. We still have time to continue investigating. Lingbing and I will not always make choices for you. You can think about it for a while and then decide whether to continue to stay here. still--"
"You guys."
A dull voice then sounded behind Duan Qing, and at the same time, it also attracted the attention of several players who belonged to the Qingling Adventure Group gathered here to the direction of the visitor. Standing there was a warrior from the Sioux tribe. Then he paused the spear shaft in his hand and looked at Duan Qing and the others with extremely dull expressions: "Clan leader, please come over."
"Clan leader? He's not——"
The voice that subconsciously wanted to say this was immediately suppressed by his own voice, and the man named Duan Qing hurriedly put on a standard smile: "Ah, it's really great that the patriarch is fine, please wait a moment. We'll be there soon."
"No, you two just go over there." He reached out and tapped the faces of Duan Qing and Xue Ling Huanbing. The still expressionless Sioux soldier answered in a deeper and deeper voice: " The patriarch has pointed out that you two are the only ones, everyone else please stay where you are and don’t act rashly.”
"Just the two of us?" Pointing to his nose, the doubts on Duan Qing's smiling face also disappeared: "When did the patriarch have such a good relationship with the two of us... No, no, No problem, we’ll be there right away.”
Secretly he made a move to the white-haired woman, and the gray-robed magician with his arm hanging up followed the soldier's guidance and walked towards the direction of the courtyard. More and more tribal men and women and people holding various weapons came to him. The members also became clearer and clearer as the two people approached, and finally the figure of Surtu, who was guarding them, appeared in front of the two people: "You are here."
"We are really happy to see that you are still healthy." Duan Qing, who pretended to be relieved and slapped his chest, whispered to Surtu, who was wearing a headband in front of him: "I heard that the patriarch is looking for us? Is he in there now?"
"How impudent! You are so rude to the clan leader!" Before Surtu could give his answer, the countless tribal spears standing on both sides were raised to Duan Qing's head with the roar of the Sioux warriors. In front of you: "Lower your heads, outsiders! Maintain your etiquette and respect!"
"The person standing in front of you is the inheritor named by the clan leader himself! The new clan leader of the Sioux clan! Lord Surtu!"
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The embers flying over the settlement gradually disappeared as time went by. The Nasu camp located in the most edge corner of the continent finally returned to calm due to the end of the battle and the distance, but because most of the tribesmen died in the battle. With the loss of the entire settlement, the prosperity and prosperity that belonged to this tribe in the past have been completely unable to be regained in this period of time. It seems that they have completely lost hope of regaining their original living conditions. The surviving Sioux people located in the remaining areas of this settlement gradually gathered together with their remaining supplies. They watched as some of their compatriots held up strange The ritual props and equipment moved towards a certain direction deep in the grassland, and the melodious songs with unknown meanings were spread along the strong wind over the grassland to the depths of the verdant ocean: "...What are they doing?"
"It's the farewell ceremony of the old patriarch, you can also think of it as a funeral. Oh, this is the first time I've seen a funeral on the grasslands of the free world."
"It's like others have seen it before - well, if you don't consider the existence of players like Baibu Wushuang."
"Although I don't have much contact with him, I guess a guy like him who puts on a cool face every day wouldn't like to see such a ceremony every day."
"I didn't expect that the old patriarch was still dead."
Different from Gedman and others who were also watching this team among the tribesmen, Duan Qing, who was brought to this team, also had some sighs of his own in his steps walking on the grassland: "We We haven't even met each other a few times, and we haven't had a few good conversations with each other."
"Don't get too involved in the drama, you are a living person now." He hurriedly reminded the gray-robed magician, and the eyes of Xueling Huanbing, who was also following the team, also fell on the other tribe members in the team directly in front. On them: "From an adventurer's perspective, shouldn't you and I be more concerned about the emergence of a new clan leader?"
"Surtu? What's there to study about that guy?" His helpless eyes lingered on the back of the sturdy man walking at the front of the team for a moment. Duan Qing shook his head nonchalantly: "The only thing that may need us is The only one who understands it is probably why he succeeded the clan leader."
"I heard that the old patriarch has an heir, and he is a male." Understanding the hidden meaning of the other party's words, the woman named Xue Ling Huan Bing also lowered her voice: "I don't know what Su Ji was thinking. , I didn’t want to pass it on to my own son, but I had to pass it on to a guy like Surtu.”
"Isn't he afraid of something happening?"
After climbing a small slope, the team finally stopped among the green grassland where the wind was slightly gentle. The faint smell of the ocean and the sparkling sea surface also accompanied the never-ending sound of folk songs in the team. The eyes of the two players, Xue Ling Huan Bing, reappeared. Flying flags, pulling flags, digging soil, pulling ropes - a simple earth pit later appeared at the end of the slope amidst the rolling of soil and the vague influence of waves. Surtu, who was responsible for guiding all this, then silently He inserted a wooden stake he was carrying deeply into the front of the pit, and then slowly stepped back with a heavy expression: "...Thank you both for your participation, adventurers from afar."
"Well, if we just watch the ceremony, there is really not much we can do." Duan Qing said his voice in hindsight, and Duan Qing scratched the back of his head in embarrassment: "As outsiders, , it’s our honor to be standing here.”
"It doesn't have to be like this. These things should be done by us." Surtu waved his hand and walked to Duan Qing and others. He turned around and saw the old man covered with white cloth out with solemn eyes: "Return Under the grassland is the final wish of every tribesman. As descendants of the Nasu tribe, we should complete the last journey for Nasuji."
"One day in the future, I also hope that someone can send me to my grave safely to complete the cycle of life." His voice paused, and his words became even deeper when he spoke again: "That Suji has completed his mission. and responsibility, he was a good patriarch.”
"My condolences."
Without saying anything suitable for a long time, Xue Ling Huan Bing, who had been silent for a long time due to Duan Qing's silence, finally let out a sigh: "I also hope that Sir Surtu can continue to lead the rest of the Sioux people on the grassland. Stay strong and survive.”
"This is also the reason why I specifically hope that the two of them will participate in this ceremony." Shaking his head, Surtu, wearing a fur cloak, once again looked directly at the faces of the two adventurers with calm eyes: "If you As we can see, the remaining Nasu tribe is no longer able to continue living here. Considering the losses within the tribe and the threat from the Nashi tribe, we can only forcefully start the migration before the windy season arrives and go to a place more suitable for our survival. .”
"What are the arrangements for you adventurers?" When he said this, his eyes changed slightly: "Are you willing to follow our Sioux tribe and leave this place together?"
"Is this appropriate?" Duan Qing looked at Xue Ling Huan Bing again and asked with a puzzled look on his face: "Except for everything we experienced yesterday, we really don't have much contact with the Su clan. The idea of getting along well with the ethnic group was rejected by you for various reasons in the end——"
"Yes, you are still not trusted by most people in the tribe."
The melodious tribal songs continued to surround everyone's ears, and the sound of wind that was enough to blow all the green grass to the ground continued to pass in front of the mud pit that had begun to be filled. The man named Surtu then calmly said After saying these words, he also extended his hand to the other Sioux tribesmen around him: "Including me, all the tribesmen are jealous of your existence now, but -"
"Then Su Ji always trusted you until he died." He pointed to the wooden stake that he had inserted himself, while looking back at Duan Qing's face: "So I will also choose to believe you."
"It seems that we can't even convince ourselves of this reason." Duan Qing let out two involuntary wry smiles, and hid his face even lower: "Can you reveal a little bit about the reasons why you believe in us adventurers so much? "
"It's the Chosen One." Correcting a certain title in Duan Qing's voice, Surtu replied calmly: "But that's okay."
"Then let me tell you a little bit about the story that is often circulated among our tribe."
