After traveling through ten years, Yang Muyun has mastered the language and writing of the barbarians, and has become an out-and-out barbarian.
Yang Muyun, who has no ambitions, has no ambitions and just wants to live his life peacefully. However, this humble wish also came to nothing in a night attack.
In the tribe, fire was splashing, blood was flying, and there were fighting figures everywhere. The dying screams and snowflakes fell on the ground, and the snow was turned into pitch black.
This was the first time Yang Muyun heard the sound of bones and flesh being torn apart, and he was filled with fear to the extreme, followed by a strange excitement.
An indescribable force stirred and surged deep in Yang Muyun's blood. The dormant power in his blood quickly revived, eager to break free from the shackles of his body.
The devil's whisper is like thick rosin, stuck in the ears and eyes and cannot be pricked out. The manic heat pours from the ears, fills the skull in an instant, and roasts the chaotic brain in all directions.
Yang Muyun's ears were ringing, and his head was swelling and beating, as if it would split in the next second.
Finally, Yang Muyun could no longer suppress the restless power of his body, and raised his head and let out a wild howl.
However, at this time, a hand exuding a bone-chilling chill pinched the back of Yang Muyun's neck.
A harsh coldness erupted along the back of the neck, as if countless ice needles had condensed in the body, exploded, pierced the limbs and bones, and even nailed the internal organs.
Yang Muyun's teeth trembled, and he bit off half of his howl and swallowed it back.
An old voice sounded in Yang Muyun's ear, "Child, don't listen, don't look, don't think, just keep sleeping. Just take a nap and you'll be fine."
Yang Muyun tried his best to open his eyes wide, but his eyes were instantly filled with blue-colored ice crystals, and then his blank mind was rendered into ice blue.
I don't know how much time passed, but Yang Muyun shivered and then woke up leisurely.
Seeing the people around him, Yang Muyun immediately turned over and knelt down, and said respectfully: "Master Shaman."
Next to him, the old man known as the Shaman sat upright on the stone slab. His palms like dry branches poked out from the animal skin, and he roasted them on the bonfire. Then he retracted his sleeves, as if to raise the sound of the bonfire.
The fireworks are also put into the sleeves.
The flames flickered away the dark shadows, revealing the shaman's skinny face.
The paint on his face was bright and bright, but it couldn't cover up the deathly gray color emanating from his skin.
At this time, he heard "Master Shaman" again, and Yang Muyun realized that there was another person beside him, but there was only one person.
The shaman moved a little, and the animal skin he was wearing appeared like ripples. He was resting on the ground with his palms, but he couldn't stand up after trying several times.
Finally, the shaman sighed helplessly and stood upright the bone staff lying on his leg.
The shaman said in a hoarse voice: "You two are the last survivors in the tribe."
Hearing this, Yang Muyun felt pain in his heart and tears burst out of his eyes. The other man burst into tears, which gradually turned into a furious roar.
"Shut up!"
The shaman coughed, and the bone staff standing beside him flashed a blue light, and the skull handle at the top sprayed out a ring of ice mist.
Yang Muyun felt the cold that penetrated his bones again, and the other person also gritted his teeth and trembled with trembling cheeks.
The shaman coughed again, a trace of blood coming from the corner of his mouth.
"Spring has arrived, the snow will melt soon, the weather outside will get warmer, and the few newborn babies in the tribe will be able to run around in the fields soon, and there will be more babies next year."
A look of nostalgia appeared on the shaman's face, and then he shook his head sadly.
"What a pity, you two are the only ones left."
The shaman stretched out his hand to wave to Yang Muyun, and Yang Muyun immediately moved forward two steps and got in front of the shaman.
"My child, you are different from others. You didn't cry when you were born. You are a born warrior."
Hearing this, Yang Muyun's heart skipped a beat and he thought to himself: I forgot about that, but luckily I was regarded as a warrior. If I had been regarded as a monster, I wouldn't be alive now.
But the shaman's next words almost made Yang Muyun jump.
"Child, there is a light of wisdom in your eyes that does not belong to a barbarian. Your past does not belong here, and your future does not belong here."
Cold sweat slipped from the corners of Yang Muyun's eyes and rolled into his eye sockets, making his eyes sore.
Fortunately, the shaman did not continue, but sighed: "If the tribe has your blood, you can take root here, and I can rest assured. What a pity, what a pity..."
Yang Muyun rubbed his eyes, did not speak, and did not dare to speak.
The shaman glanced at Yang Muyun helplessly, and then looked at the other survivor with hatred.
"That's all, that's all."
After speaking, the shaman took out a scroll from his arms and asked Yang Muyun to open it.
Yang Muyun took it and it suddenly sank as soon as he took it. The scroll was surprisingly heavy.
The size of the scroll is about the same as Yang Muyun's forearm. The material is made of unknown animal skin, but the subcutaneous tissue has scale-like textures and is slightly warm when touched by the fingertips.
At first, Yang Muyun thought it was the body temperature of a shaman, but after holding it in his hand for more than ten breaths, the warmth still did not decrease at all. Yang Muyun instantly understood that this was the characteristic of the animal skin itself.
The shaman urged weakly: "Open it, hurry up."
Yang Muyun, who was distracted, immediately came back to his senses, grabbed the edge of the scroll and spread it out.
But during the process of unfolding it, Yang Muyun discovered that the scroll was very tight, not that it was stuck together, but that a strange force was imprisoning the scroll.
Yang Muyun tried his best, but only a small section of the scroll was opened, estimated to be only one-tenth of the length. All he could see was black, with only the inner part showing a faint streak of blood.
Yang Muyun continued to spread his curiosity, but no matter how hard he tried, the scroll would not move at all.
When another survivor saw this scene, he immediately felt that his opportunity to show off had come, so he came forward and said: "Shaman, let me come, I am very strong."
Unexpectedly, the shaman suddenly raised his head and shouted sternly: "Go away, stay away!"
At this moment, the shaman was like an angry lion with its mouth wide open to devour others.
This was the first time the man saw the shaman like this. He immediately shivered and curled up, holding his knees with his hands and rolled back.
The shaman's momentum only lasted a few breaths, and then he collapsed on the stone slab.
The bone staff that was originally held in one hand became two hands, as if all the weight of the body was pressed on the staff, and it seemed that the staff did not fall to the ground except for the support of the staff.
The shaman breathed heavily, and drops of sweat came out from his forehead. It seemed that these drops of sweat had taken away the last bit of vitality. His already skinny cheeks and hands became even more shriveled, and you could even hear the sound of the bones being overwhelmed.
crackling sound.
The sound was like the sound of burning wood in a campfire.
Yang Muyun felt something bad in his heart and couldn't help but ask: "Shaman, what are you doing?"
The shaman did not answer, but stared closely at the opened section of the scroll, his lips moved quickly, and he made a series of strange sounds.
It was a language that Mu Yun had never heard before. It was neither the language of the tribe nor the language of other nearby tribes.
Just when Yang Muyun was concentrating on memorizing this language, the scroll in his hand suddenly trembled.
Yang Muyun couldn't help but suspect that it was his illusion, but at this time, the scroll trembled again.
"This is actually open?"
Yang Muyun's eyes widened for a moment. The scroll that had been motionless despite all his strength actually opened automatically.
Bloody lines slowly emerged, and Yang Muyun realized that the scroll was neither text nor pictures, but a...
Magic circle?
This kind of thing that only existed in movies and animations was actually presented before his eyes. Yang Muyun's eyes widened in disbelief and his mouth opened wide.
At this time, the shaman's voice became louder and faster, and his hands on the bone staff clenched tighter and tighter. A series of subtle lines appeared on the hand, and he quickly moved up and down.
end spread.
There was a click.
The bone staff exploded and turned into bone powder that spread throughout the cave. Then all the bone powder exploded at the same time, and the cave was instantly filled with brilliant light.
Yang Muyun instinctively raised his hands to cover his eyes, but at this time he found that his whole body was stiff and unable to move, and he could not even blink. He could only stare with wide eyes as the light in the cave turned into a whirlpool and disappeared into the scroll.
With the injection of light, the magic circle slowly emerged from the scroll and slowly rotated around Yang Muyun.
Every hair on Yang Muyun's body stood on end, and every muscle fiber tensed up. Facing the unknown, he felt unprecedented fear in his heart.
But at this time, the shaman's voice came to Yang Muyun's ears: "Child, don't be afraid, open your heart and accept it, it may open the way to your hometown."