"Okay, all the tribes from all over the grassland."
Time came to the morning of January 20, 796 in the New Calendar of the Free World. The sun gradually fell on the scene above the grassland. The figure of the young patriarch belonging to Yasi gradually appeared in the huge venue where countless grassland tribesmen gathered.
In the center, the raised figure also brought three or two tribal elders into the sight of all the people gathered: "I'm glad to see that you are willing to listen to my proposal and work together with the compatriots from the major tribes.
came here."
"Everyone knows the purpose of your coming here. It is for the annual glory and the qualification to enter the sacred mountain." He spread his hands and pointed towards the end of the vast grassy field behind him: "Originally
This time the conference should still be held in Caohai'Flavos', but the current situation is a bit special, so we have summoned everyone to the territory where our Zhuang Si Clan is located."
"We hope that we can complete our selection this time under the witness of the divine envoy." In the eyes of thousands of people who gradually gathered, the young patriarch turned his eyes to the sky on the other side with excitement:
"The divine envoy has come to the center of the grassland in person - this is the first time in countless years that we have such an honor! As long as we can get the testimony and recognition of the divine envoy, we can directly pass through Parris Highlands and become a member of the sacred mountain!"
"In the name of the Zhuang Si Clan, I promise! This conference still represents the noblest glory of the grassland tribes!" The young clan leader raised his hands high, and the raised voice was heard distantly by everyone around him.
In one person's ear: "The Zhuang Sacrificial Clan will give everything they have to ensure the fairness and justice of this 'Barish' conference!"
"Bring out your most powerful warriors! Win the final glory!"
Amidst the loud noises and shouts, soldiers of all ethnic groups from all around the grassland shouted in response to the call. Duan Qing and others who looked at this scene also stopped covering their ears.
, the eyes and gazes surrounding each other also exchanged a little with each other: "Is this... the beginning?"
"Of course, what else do you want, a grand opening ceremony?"
"Judging from the cultural level of the grassland tribes, this speech is already quite good. You don't need to be too demanding... Well, what should we do next?"
"Of course I'm waiting to sign up."
Ignoring the countless voices around him, Duan Qing folded his arms and let out his last sigh: "Don't look at how smoothly they agreed now, but next time -"
"It's still a difficult road for us to walk."
After the simple opening remarks, there was an extremely surging crowd, and at the same time, there was a harsh noise that once again drowned everyone's ears. Warriors and combatants from all the major tribes in the grassland then came out with their own style and appearance.
Duan Qing passed by the center of the grassland in front of him and swallowed up all the open space present in an instant. Duan Qing slightly pressed a white and cold hand that was tightly grasped next to his arm, and tried his best to hold on.
Our own team was not overwhelmed by this surging crowd. Several tall and burly warrior figures with mud marks on their bodies and faces then passed by them with wind-like power, and then they heard a series of shouts on their shoulders.
Amid the collision, their gazes tilted to each other: "Hey! Be careful!"
"You're blocking the road, bean sprouts."
As if looking at an ant, he looked at Duan Qing's face, which was knocked aside. The leader of the burly man's evil eyes were also revealed in the intersecting decorations of the soil: "If you are going to die, stay away.
"
“Do they know what bean sprouts are?”
Stopping the maid behind him from showing her dagger, Duan Qing murmured to himself, protecting himself from being scattered by the crowd that followed, and then he was like a small boat in the wind and rain, cautiously
The land maintains a pitiful living space: "So this group of barbarians can't even maintain a decent order."
"Should we just wait here?" Behind him came the sound of Gedman's struggle, which was almost being squeezed out: "When can the so-called recruitment and registration begin?"
"Lord Yasi."
In the center of the venue where the craze was about to start, a questioning voice sounded in everyone's ears the next moment: "When will the envoy of God come?"
"We promised you to come to your base for this Barish Conference in order to meet the so-called envoy of God."
In the middle of the grassland, which was about to be overwhelmed by the crowd, another group of tribal warriors gathered around and then made a high-pitched voice that could drown out all the noise around them: "What now? Where is the envoy of God?"
"The Divine Envoy is right there." Pointing to the high floating island that floated almost above everyone's heads, Yasi's young face also put on a bright smile: "Only if you gain favor
Only those who are worthy will be favored by God’s envoys.”
"The favor of the divine envoy? Stop lying!" After waving his hand, one of the leaders of several grassland tribes who gathered around him waved his hand unhappily: "You Zhuangsi tribe
Your reputation is not very good among our tribe! How dare you say such big words here!"
"We have to meet the God Envoy now! Otherwise we will not participate in this conference!"
In the lively and noisy scene, there were a few discordant sounds, and the direction of the crowd flowing into the Zhuang Si tribe also changed a little bit. More and more tribesmen who had been attracted their attention also followed.
Their respective eyes fell on the threatening figures of the tribal warriors waving their arms and weapons, and finally moved to the head of the Zhuang Si Clan leader who remained in place without moving at all: "——Okay, then you can leave.
alright."
"Anyway, I won't force you to participate in this ceremony. Your departure can just reduce some of our competitors to participate in the war." Ignoring more and more fire-breathing expressions on the opposite side, the young patriarch smiled lowly.
He spread his hands and said, "Although I don't think your presence will cause any trouble to our Zhuangsi tribe, but...hehe, please allow me to be rude."
"Your threats are totally useless."
boom!
A heavy punch followed by one of the tribal warriors who came to look for trouble unbearably rushed forward and appeared in front of Yasi. The wind of the fist hitting the young clan leader directly in front also set off a loud collision sound.
Yasi, who turned a blind eye with his hands behind his back, then turned around with his hands behind his back, without even looking at the strange sight of the tribal warrior being thrown back in the direction he came from by an inexplicable force: "Why, we must use it.
Can you use your own weakness to prove that what I say is true?"
"you you--!"
"Okay, okay, stop now."
A lazy voice then sounded in the gradually tightening air, and the swaying figure belonging to Yagorens, holding a wine bottle, also appeared on the periphery of the anxious and confrontational crowd.
The lonely figure who encountered any obstruction then used such words to stop Yasi who was about to leave. At the same time, he pointed around the crowd: "I have no intention of stopping these entanglements between you, but I also
I had no choice but to find this place, after all—"
"The desire to meet the Lord God's Envoy is not something that these incompetent grassland tribesmen only express themselves."
As if he was slightly drunk due to the influence of alcohol, he staggered and turned his body: "And our... Hier, old friend, they were also delayed by some other things.
, I just arrived here now.”
"Hey, long time no see, Chief Yasi." He raised his hand with a smile, and the three or two figures who walked into the crowd at the signal of the Yagolon chief also raised their hands to say hello.
: "You seem to have made a big mistake this time."
"Kilandamu, the leader of the Kirifonia tribe." Yasi squinted his eyes, turned around and looked at the figures approaching, each leading their tribesmen to the front: "
And...you are Hutto, right? From the Tokhe tribe——"
"Yes, I am the leader of the Tuokehe tribe."
The middle-aged man with a smile on his face, a brown tribal headband tied on his head, and a face full of wind and frost, then brushed off the simple robe on his side: "Since the last Barish Conference,
No, we haven’t seen each other for another year."
"...Yes." Yasi, who seemed to be struggling in his mind for a long time and had no reaction with his hands behind his back, showed his smile again after a long while: "It has indeed been a long time since we last met. I once sent someone to the nobles.
I came to visit you, but in the end I still didn’t get to see you, the patriarch.”
"Oh, that time, that time I happened to take people to the west for hunting." After scratching his head, the tribal man who called himself Heto stretched out his hand and tugged on his clothes: "A group of huge monsters appeared in the west.
The leader of the beast group is a huge monster. If we don’t come forward in person, our people will suffer disaster."
"Problems that arise on your own territory must be dealt with by yourself - this is also an unwritten rule within our tribe." Shaking his head, Yasi still maintained the smile on his face: "If something bad happens, just do it.
We have to be responsible for solving the problem ourselves, and if good things happen, we will accept them individually...just like what our tribe is encountering now."
"You're referring to those things in the sky, right?" He looked at the floating black clouds diagonally above with his hands behind his back. Another clan leader who called himself Kirandam also had an inexplicable smile on his face.
: "Speaking of which, they did come to your tribe's territory on their own. Although I don't know...hey, is it the golden sun or the dark night sky that is installed on it?"
"Your problem has appeared so many times in the past that my ears are about to get calloused." Yasi shook his head with his lips pulled, and Yasi sighed helplessly: "Although it includes
This question has appeared countless times within our clan, including myself, so——"
"I'll say it again: the divine envoys of the sacred mountain live on it." Facing the eyes of the surrounding eyes who were also staring at him eagerly, Yasi raised his finger pointing to the floating island: "I can
Promise to you."
"...How can I see it?"
"It seems that you won't give up after seeing the Lord God Envoy with your own eyes." Looking back at Yagorens, who was still drinking, and the eyes of the two clan leaders who were also staring at him, Yasi murmured.
He retracted his fingers as if muttering to himself: "Okay, then there's nothing I can do."
"Master God's Envoy, Master God's Envoy."
Amid the breathing that gradually became quieter around him, he turned his head and shouted to the sky: "Master God Envoy! The leaders of these tribes want to meet you! Master God Envoy——"
"No need to shout so loudly."
A purple glow across the sky then appeared in front of everyone, projecting the familiar magical image belonging to Nasia into the sky: "I can hear...well, it's really lively today.
ah."
"Have you already started?"
In the scene where a large number of tribal members gathered on this vast grassland fell silent together, the magical curves that made up Nasia's image intertwined in the air, outlining a dazzling light that was brighter than the sky: "Very good, since the conference
It has already begun, and I can temporarily put down the work at hand... Was it you who called me just now, little one?"
The lazy voice was accompanied by a huge momentum, and the purple magic projection with mighty energy fluctuations suddenly appeared above the heads of the several clan leaders gathered together. They could not bear the weight of this pressure.
They all half-knelt on the ground in the grassland and made their own voices with great difficulty: "Yes, yes... Lord God Envoy, these, these are..."
"No need to introduce yourself one by one, I can't take care of it."
The pressure suddenly disappeared, and the magical image representing Nasia also rose a little with a few indifferent chuckles. She half-breasted her cheeks and then looked down at the people present with interest. After a while, she
He made his own comment: "Hmm, it seems that there are indeed a few available talents... Very good, then I will wait for the final result - wait a minute."
Before Yasi, who was breaking out in cold sweat, could take the lead in answering, Nasia's voice echoed over the grassland with her turning her head and looking around: "Where are the envoys responsible for managing our competition? Where are they?
--ah."
"found it."
No longer paying attention to the several patriarchs who represented the highest authority of the grassland tribe, this huge magical shadow suddenly floated to the center of the open space crowded with tribal warriors, and then hurriedly dodged around as the tribe members hurriedly dodged.
In the scene, the wry-smiling faces of Duan Qing and others who were revealed there were enveloped in a friendly manner: "Well, they are the envoys on my behalf."
"If you are even a little bit interested in being loyal to me, then go to them and sign up."
In the scene where the purple light was rising and dissipating, exuding a dense aura, she smiled at all the grassland tribesmen around her and announced.
This chapter has been completed!