Baer quickly moved back this soul memory, and finally stopped at the moment when 86's short hair was blown by the strong wind. After that, Baer kept zooming in, zooming in, and then zooming in again.
During the whole process, his eyes were only fixed on one part.
86 neck.
To be precise, it's the complex heraldic mark on the neck.
"This. Impossible! This is! Am I admitting my mistake? No! Absolutely not! This is. But why, shouldn't it be. Obviously that person is already gone."
After exiting the soul-searching state, Baer still had not recovered from the shock and was still muttering to himself crazily.
From the perspective of others, the chief of the Ancient Wolf Clan had never seen their high priest, who had always been extremely calm and unhurried, look as panicked as he did now.
Is there really big trouble in the Forest of Tribes?
Or is it something that can make even the high priest become moved and lose his composure?
This, how is this possible?
Just the "lower" clans in the Forest of Tribes?
The high priest's state lasted for five minutes, and then it seemed to gradually calm down.
The chief originally wanted to ask tentatively, but before he could speak, the high priest took the lead in making another move.
I saw Baer lifting the skirt of his arm, and then the long fingernail of his other hand lightly scratched his exposed arm. It was like being cut by a blade, and blood spread along the wound.
One drop, two drops, five drops.
After five drops of blood, Ba'er allowed the wound to heal. At the same time, he lowered his clothes and cuffs, and carefully took care of the folds.
On the other side, the chief of the Ancient Wolf Clan in the room was actually surprised at first when Baer was bleeding, but soon his eyes seemed to be filled with the scarlet color of the blood, and he lost consciousness and turned into Fever and desire.
Looking at the chief who was thirsty for knowledge about his own blood, Baer raised a smile on his lips, and then like giving a bone to a puppy, he waved his finger, and soon five drops of blood flew into the chief's body and began to merge with the chief. .
"Uh ah uh uh"
Immediately, the chief of the Ancient Wolf Clan began to let out a low roar, and his already burly body had veins popping out. The muscles in his limbs were swelling like crazy, and the momentum of his whole body was rising layer by layer.
Just a minute or two passed, and the clan chief who had just stayed at the "normal" level like many demi-races, now jumped to the "danger level" in one step, exuding the powerful aura of the "danger level".
Of course, as a price, there were many strange blood lines on his body that were not native to him. They covered the chief's body and even turned his skin faintly red.
"Gan, thank you to the high priest for giving me new life, getting rid of my filthy bloodline, and eliminating the curse. I will personally lead the most outstanding new warriors of the Ancient Wolf Clan to immediately destroy those stupid clans who dare to defy the will of the high priest in the forest of the tribe!"
The chief was ecstatic with the new power, and at the same time he became more rough and impatient. There was bloodthirsty impulse in his eyes when he spoke, and he smiled ferociously, wishing he could start killing now.
Unfortunately.
"No, not only don't you touch those people in the Forest of Tribes, you also have to go there yourself and help me invite their leaders over."
After Baer spoke calmly, the chief was dumbfounded.
"High priest, what do you mean? Please invite the leaders of the clan alliances? Or should I do it myself?"
The chief thought that the high priest gave him blood and strength to deal with the threat, but now he spent five drops of precious sacrificial blood to stop the bleeding, just to let him deliver the message? Or to the enemy?
The chief was very confused. Is sending a letter so grand? And let him, a dignified chief, go there in person? And as long as the leader of the other party is not a fool, he will not come to the enemy's base camp, right?
Just when he was still puzzled and irritable, a cold touch suddenly came from his neck. When the chief came to his senses, what he saw in front of him was a finger that stretched out and touched his neck with his fingernails. High Priest.
Baer moved his fingers slightly, and immediately wounds began to appear on the chief's neck, and blood was about to flow out, causing cold sweat to break out on the chief's back. For a moment, all distracting thoughts disappeared, leaving only fear.
"Because it is very important, very important. There is nothing more important to me than this, so I not only leave it to you to go in person, but also give you the strength to ensure that you can definitely send the invitation letter to the leader and listen to it. understand?"
"What if the leader doesn't come?"
After the high priest mentioned three important things in a row, the chief immediately corrected his previous contemptuous attitude. But because of this, he was even more afraid that he would not be able to complete the task and become like the few people next to him who had their souls drained by the high priest. Like a sentinel.
On the other side, Baer withdrew his hand from the chief's neck. He straightened his clothes and continued to look neat and graceful. He raised his head, as if he was looking up at the ceiling, or as if he was looking up at something that spanned regions and time. What long ago.
Soon after, Baer snorted coldly.
"rest assured."
"He will definitely come."
With the words of the high priest, the chief could only pray that the new leader of the forest of tribes would really be willing to come. When he was about to resign and leave, and immediately set off to "deliver the message", he did not expect that , as soon as he reached the door, he was stopped again by the high priest before he had even taken half a step.
I saw that Baer hesitated for a moment, as if he was struggling or hesitating for something, but in the end it seemed that some desire in her heart still took over. Soon after, she took it out from the inner pocket of the geisha and oiran's clothes. One piece.
portrait?
After the chief took it, he was even more confused when he took a look at it, because what was painted on the gray sketch was a portrait. Yes, it was the portrait of their high priest.
"this"
"Give this to the leader of the Forest of Tribes. Otherwise, don't say a word, no matter what he asks you."
"I understand, I understand the high priest!"
While the chief agreed hastily, he didn't know if it was his own illusion. He always felt that when the high priest opposite handed him the self-portrait and when he told him not to "talk too much", there was a sense of...
Feeling anxious and nervous?
Not daring to ask any more questions, the chief exited the high priest's room and hurriedly carried out the instructions. After putting the portrait, which was about the size of his palm, into a package, he ran towards the forest of the tribe himself overnight.
Baer, who was alone again, sat in front of the dressing table again, looking at himself in the mirror, the expression on his face constantly changing.
There is anger, there is laughter, there is hatred, there is confusion.
But soon everything turned into confusion.
(End of chapter)
