The tense atmosphere slowly faded.

Gret really couldn't do anything about the old man who didn't open his defense, attack, and blocked him in front of him with bare hands and fists, and let Apa step on it directly.

Of course, the encirclement also spread out, and he didn't have to step on it directly and was willing to speak well:

"I'm in a hurry to save my friend. He fell into the western part of the mainland, and the situation is unknown. If you delay a day, you may not have time to save people."

"It is true that you can't delay saving people." Old Wu Ji nodded sincerely. His expression was sincere, and his face was written with "I understand your difficulties, I am willing to help you." It was exactly the same as the old director of Gret's previous life when he talked to the patient's family:

"Dear guest, can you tell me where the friend you are trying to save is currently? Maybe we can provide some information, such as what are the main local forces, what powerful gods are there, and what are the more dangerous places..."

"You are willing to say it now?"

Beside Gret, Mr. Valencimo said coldly. Yesterday, Gret was busy saving people, so he went around chatting with people and inquire about news in the name of team negotiators. Tribal distribution, mountains and rivers and geography, and news from the strong...

As a result, after asking questions, I either shirked him or answered a bunch of inexplicable and contradictory gossip. After a night of tossing, there was basically no information available.

It was simply a great shame for his life as a bard.

Regarding Valencimo's questioning, the old Wu Ji smiled and disliked him, and he was a little bit self-destructive. He nodded to the other party, turned to Gret again, and smiled slightly:

"Our Dandelion tribe is not good at fighting, and only has the ability to inquire about news. Our tribe members float on the earth like dandelions, leaving everywhere and asking everywhere. This distinguished guest..."

He turned his face and his eyes stopped on Valencio's face:

"It's been a year or two since we left here? We have the fastest news about the big events that have happened recently. As for the news about the strong, there are so many great witch festivals and warriors, their estimates are more accurate."

Mr. Valencimo had a calm face and stopped talking. Gret patted Apa and jumped off the deer's back:

"Then please ask me first, my friend, has anyone seen him? When was the last time I met him? Where was it?"

He raised his hand slightly, and a silent phantom quietly appeared, outlining the images of Lynn and Mr. Troca. The old witch frowned and looked at it for a while, shook his head, and greeted everyone around him to see it. A group of patriarchs looked at it one by one, and everyone shook their heads:

"I haven't seen it before."

"I haven't seen it before."

"If I had seen such a thin person, I would definitely remember it."

"No such a long journeyman has passed by our tribe."

Gret sighed in disgrace. Brother Lynn, you are too hiding. You have not visited any tribes all the way. Or, you haven't taken this road, and the widest river is further west?

"Then please tell me first, from here, all the way west and south, which major tribes are there? How are they doing now?"

The old Wu Ji relaxed his expression, and the wrinkles on his face stretched out. He paused his cane hard, and the tail of the cane was deeply inserted into the snow, and then lifted it up hard. With a bang, the ice and snow that fell on the cane exploded, revealing the black soil under it.

Immediately afterwards, his other hand stretched out from his robe and swung it down quickly. A few murmured a few words, and a small piece of green bud popped out from the ground, rapidly stretching out the stems, growing leaves, and dense small yellow flowers bloomed, decorated with some white pompoons.

These hairy dandelions are sparse or dense on the ground and are distributed in a staggered manner. At first glance, they just outline the rough shape of the continent, with mountains, rivers and rivers rising and falling, looming.

This is the method of the natural pastor... No, the ability to sow seeds into pictures is much better than him!

Gret took a breath and stared at the old Wu Ji. The old Wu Ji stroked his beard and said with a smile:

"We are currently in a place where the Kestrel tribe is gathered, and this gathering is also called by them." He slid his flower bed and a small piece of yellow flower grew rapidly, turning into a white pompoon:

"Next to the Kestrel tribe, after crossing the river, it is the Buffalo tribe. They have the largest population and occupy the largest territory. This time they are suffering the most severely..."

"The Black Panther tribe goes westward. They have the most brave warriors. In the past few years, they fought against invaders from the south and pulled out thousands of people in one breath. This time, they are also the most determined in resisting the epidemic disease devil..."

"Go westward and cross two rivers, where is the territory of the Stone Crocodile tribe... They have always been hostile to the Black Panther Tribe and often fight... The Stone Crocodile tribe is protected by the God of Black Swamp, the God of Black Swamp, and is said to be a subordinate of the disease demon..."

The dandelions under your feet are blooming one by one, round, and the snow-white pompoons are constantly blown up by the cold wind, falling into the distance for a section, taking root and then blooming.

A piece of yellow flowers is a tribe, a piece of pompoon blooming, and the famous dangerous lands and powerful monsters around these tribes.

Gret focused his memory. Mr. Valencimo took out a notebook from somewhere and quickly wrote and painted. As he remembered it, he suddenly asked:

"Is the disease demon legendary or real? Have anyone ever seen him? What does it look like? How strong is it?"

"Of course it really exists!" The old Wu Ji raised his head in surprise, with a look of "Why don't you even believe this" on his face. He calmed down and waved his hand again, a piece of dandelion fluff rolled up on the spot, condensed into a rough human form in the air:

"There are two forms of the disease demon. One is a tall man with a swollen body. He floats in the rivers and swamps, with a miserable green liquid dripping from his body, which explodes anytime and anywhere. Anyone who sees him will fall to the ground and die of vomiting and diarrhea..."

It sounds like a rotten corpse presenting the view of giants. Gret silently complains.

"The other kind is a thin girl. She walks in the air without touching her feet. Flies are her skirt, mosquitoes are her streamers, and miasma is her makeup. Wherever she goes, she will ignite high fever on people wherever she can make them die in a coma..."

Well, this sounds like a collection of various typhoid fever, malaria, yellow fever, and infectious diseases... It's not without reason, but can this "feeling" and "understanding" really make people manifest?

"You've seen it?"

"See it! We have also fought with her!"

A loud voice answered. Gret turned his head and saw a chief strode over. The man was tall and strong, with a huge horn on his head pulling him up a little bit, looking almost as tall as Bernard:

"The diseased girl is so hard to fight! She swept across us like a black wind. As long as she blew a little, her body would immediately become festered, turn black, have a high fever, and die soon... Only the strongest warrior can withstand this influence!"

"There is another way, which is to use fire." Another great witch priest stood up. Gret seemed to remember that he belonged to the mangrove tribe or the redwood tribe... He rolled up his sleeves hatefully and showed a large piece of scar to everyone:

"Use fire, continuous fire, to block the direction of the diseased girl's advance. Give the warriors the brigades, let them wrap their bodies in flames to charge forward. This scar on my body was burned when fighting with her..."

It sounds like the necrotic system [epidemic technique]. So many people have seen it and so many people have faced it head-on, so there is really such an existence, a totem god walking in the present world?

She can practice the disease technique to carry it at any time, and it will be infected when it is touched. Her level is very high... A strong man above level 15? Level 18? Isn't it legendary anymore, right?

Gret's face became more and more serious. He waved Linn's image and summoned another light and shadow kestral tribe, buffalo tribe, black panther tribe, stone crocodile tribe on the ground...

Each piece is outlined in different colors. Then, the river is meandering and the plateau is raising:

"Before, my friend followed the wide river called the Great River, and could not see the opposite bank at first sight, and walked all the way to the beach. After arriving at the beach, he continued to go west, climbed up to the plateau, and then lost his trace on the plateau."

A silver-bright line extends from the east coast to the river, folds to the southward estuary, and then turns to the west:

"So, what are the powerful tribes on the plateau? What gods should be paid attention to?"

In an instant, all the great witch priests fell silent around Gret. The heavy breathing sounds came one after another, as if there was a cloud suddenly appearing on everyone's heads, and there was a rumbling and rolling thunder.

"There are very powerful gods on the plateau." After a long time, the great witch of the Dandelion tribe coughed and spoke solemnly:

"There is a kingdom ruled by the god of eagles and snakes... We have people who have been there in their early years. They said that the warriors there could throw spears with golden light in their hands, and they were the ones closest to the sun..."

"In the kingdom, the priests who are known as the "female snake" can turn into poisonous snakes at any time. They are the people closest to the earth and the spokespersons of death. They and the eagle warriors rule the kingdom side by side..."

"The area they ruled is a holy land that even the diseased girls dare not invade..."

If the diseased girl is really a totem god that appears, then the Eagle God and the Snake God who are stronger than them will be even more troublesome. Gret frowned tightly and before he could continue to ask, he heard the second bad news:

"Recently, the diseased girl seems to have gained some opportunity to upgrade from a devil to a diseased god. So, she is crazy about creating death here in order to gather enough power to annex the country of the eagle in one bite and obtain the divine nature of the eagle god."

"Dear guest, if you want to go to the Eagle Kingdom now, it is equivalent to crossing the battle line between the gods. This is really too dangerous... Why don't you stop for a moment and let us send our tribe members to inquire about some information for you?"

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