Mutulu City, the royal city of the Mutu people.

Zaren returned to Muturu City with the remaining defeated soldiers. He originally expected to be ridiculed by Tolin of the Gaoke tribe and Mu Xin of the Kubul tribe.

Unexpectedly, Tolin and Mu Xin pulled him directly to the meeting hall.

In the meeting hall, all three shamans were present. Seeing Tuolin and Mu Xin dragging Zaren in, the leading shaman Ke Kelu motioned for them to take their seats quickly.

"Okay, everyone is here. What I want to say now is related to the future of our Mutu tribe." Ke Kelu glanced at the other five people present very seriously.

"Since the fissure appeared in the Maurul Canyon of the Ravkaka River, all our ministries have been greatly affected. Whether it is grazing or water sources, they are threatened by the strange shadows that came out during the period."

Hearing Ke Keru talk about the strange shadow problem in the rift, Zaren and the other three clan leaders all sat up straight.

"His Majesty the Great Shaman Chahala has been going deep into the canyon to deal with this issue for nearly half a year. In fact, the reason for convening everyone today is to convey the meaning of the Great Shaman."

"Last time, His Majesty the Great Shaman asked our three coalition forces to attack the city of Tulus together to see if we could capture Tulus in one go. But the result was regrettable. We were all defeated," Ke Kelu said.

At this, he glanced at Zaren intentionally or unintentionally, and Zaren's rough face immediately turned red.

"According to the news from His Majesty the Great Shaman, if we lose, let us contact the current defender of Tulus, the Seventh Prince Russell, to see if we can form an alliance with him."

As soon as Ke Kelu finished speaking, Torin from the Gaoke Department immediately stood up and objected loudly: "No, forming an alliance with Russell? Absolutely not, the Gaoke Department and Russell are irreconcilable."

"Alliance with Russell? Why not ally with Reis of the Kanpur family? Haven't they always wanted to break up the country and establish themselves as kings?" Mu Xin, the leader of the Kubul tribe, also looked at Kekolu in confusion.

Only Zaren did not speak. He had just suffered a defeat, and the tribe was also downstream of the Ravkaka River, far away from the Maurul Canyon where the problem occurred, so he did not want to speak.

Kekolu saw that Tuolin was very excited, so he also stood up: "Chief Tuolin, I know that your anger is because the tribe suffered too much in the previous attack on Tulus City, and your eldest brother also died in it, but this

The order came from His Majesty the Great Shaman."

"If your Gaoke tribe doesn't agree, there are many tribes in the Mutu Wasteland, and there will probably be many who want to replace your tribe's status. Even Kubul and Tomuli will be very interested in your tribe's lush pastures.

"After Ke Kelu finished speaking, he glanced at Zaren and Mu Xin who were sitting next to them.

Torin's expression changed. He looked at Zaren and Mu Xin who were expressionless. He had a feeling that if he didn't agree, he might not be able to get out of this room.

"Huh~, Gao Ke has no objections." Tuolin sat down angrily.

"The Ministry of Kubul has no objection!" Musin replied immediately.

"Tomuribu has no objections!" Seeing Ke Kelu looking at him, Zaren immediately expressed his stance.

Seeing that the three major tribes all agreed, Ke Kelu took out a leather scroll with a smile on his face and said: "Since all three of you have no objection, then you can sign it with your blood."

Zaren and the other three didn't even look at the paper scroll, and just signed it with their blood.

Seeing the three people signing their names, Ke Kelu put the scroll away and took out a strange wooden bird from his arms. He looked around at the five people and held up the wooden bird: "This magic weapon is the great shaman's crown."

Your Majesty sent someone to deliver it. Your Majesty knew that it would be more dangerous to go to Tulus City to deliver a message and form an alliance at this time, so he gave this magic weapon. As long as it is stained with Russell's blood, after it is activated, it will

Fly to Russell in one day."

"Come out with me." After finishing speaking, Ke Kelu led the way out of the hall.

Kekolu carved a formation with the blood of Warcraft outside the hall, placed the wooden bird in the center of the formation, and then shouted to another shaman: "Dussel, what you collected in the last battle is Russell.

Bring me the bloodstained clothes."

Dussel took out a bloody rag from his waist and handed it to Kekelu.

Ke Kelu bit his finger and dropped the blood on the blood stain on the rag. Then he took the rag and touched the blood stain on the wooden bird's head.

As the three shamans in the triangle of the sub-station formation diagram began to chant mysteriously, the formation diagram and the eyes of the wooden bird glowed with blood-red light.

After the three people chanted the last high-pitched incantation, Ke Kelu and the three people seemed to have just been fished out of the water, and collapsed to the ground covered in sweat. At this time, the entire wooden bird in the formation was filled with tears.

A faint red light then floated up.

After the wooden bird circled in the air, it seemed to have found the right direction, and suddenly it flew away without a trace.

In the city of Toulouse, Russell and Captain Sherbins were coming out of the horse farm from the military camp and walking outside the camp. Suddenly Russell felt something and turned around to look at the sky.

A strange wooden bird emitting red light was flying rapidly toward him from the sky behind. The closer it got to Russell's position, the slower it became, and finally it hovered in front of him.

Russell frowned and looked at this strange wooden bird. This wooden bird was obviously made in the style of the Mutu people and had a sense of confusion.

‘Hey’, Russell drew out his sword and slashed at the wooden bird: “Hmph~, you are pretending to be a ghost!”

‘Clark’, the wooden bird was chopped into pieces with a sword, and a piece of leather scroll fell from the air.

"Hmph~" Russell sneered at the Mutu tribe's methods, and then opened the leather scroll with his sword.

I saw it written in Eriya: Your Highness Russell, I am Chahala, the great shaman of Mutu. Now, on behalf of the Mutu tribe, I am requesting an alliance from you personally. If you agree, I can join you at any time.

Light three bonfires and smoke pillars on the top of Kurulu, fifty miles outside Tulus. I will personally come to form an alliance with you, in the handwriting of Chahara.

"Hmph~, what a whim!" Russell flashed the sword in his hand, and the leather scroll was immediately shredded into pieces.

"Your Highness, this old Chahara dog hasn't appeared for half a year. He didn't attack us last time or attack the city last time. What does he mean by sending this now?" Sherbins is the captain of Prince Raschel's soldiers.

, who has been following him since he was a knight's attendant since childhood, so he is considered to be Raschel's absolute confidant.

"Hmph~, don't worry about him. I don't know what that old guy is planning. When I break through and become a great knight, if he can't get out by then, I will trample Muturu City." Raschel was extremely confident.

The most outstanding genius knight in the royal family for a hundred years, he has almost won every battle in the past two years, which makes him proud and arrogant.

"Your Highness is right!" As Schebbins, who has been with Raschel since childhood, he has never doubted Raschel's words.
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