For a moment, the little witch suddenly regretted that she should not have listened to her sister and stole the scepter and gave it to Xu Chen.
In fact, only the two sisters knew the inside story of this matter.
The matter of stealing the scepter was not her idea at all, but after the great witch confirmed the inheritor three days ago, her sister began to secretly discuss the matter with him.
It's not that they fell out because of the fight for the successor, but that she knew that she was not qualified to inherit the witchcraft and couldn't bear the huge pressure.
During a trip to the Ba tribe, the earth-shaking changes of the Ba tribe and Xu Chen's various magics had a huge impact on the twin sisters, completely breaking their closed and lonely hearts.
After leaving the Ba tribe, they had completely lost interest in inheriting witchcraft, and instead felt a sense of incomparable fear and uneasiness.
Compared with Xu Chen, they are nothing.
Accompanying the old witch for more than ten years, they grew up almost isolated from all other tribesmen. Although they learned a lot of witch inheritance, they also lost all kinds of social interactions and normal life experiences.
Once they get into the grip of their own fears, they can never look back.
Therefore, the two sisters came to a unified idea of stealing the scepter and giving it to Xu Chen.
Their ideas are pure and simple, and they have not considered their own safety at all. Naturally, they cannot predict the consequences of failure or success.
But now, under the extremely strong contrast between strength and weakness, she finally understood how stupid she was in doing this.
Although Xu Chen is magical, it has nothing to do with him. Since he doesn't want the scepter, he naturally won't help him, and will definitely hand him over to the Uzbek people to take back.
And what will happen after you go back?
She clearly remembered the stern warnings given by the great witch: not to betray the gods, not to betray the inheritance of the witch, not to associate with men from other tribes and families, and not to mate with men.
No matter what the circumstances, deception and blasphemy will result in death.
Therefore, she will definitely die after returning.
But...I will definitely not involve my sister. She must live well. She will be a witch of the Uzbek tribe from now on.
As she thought about it, the little witch's tears rolled down like a bursting dam.
No one knows the little witch's motives and thoughts, and no one wants to know.
For the first group of chasing Wu people, retrieving the scepter is the only goal, even if they kill everyone or even destroy the Ba people.
For the second group of people such as Long, their purpose is to minimize the conflict between the two clans and do not want Xu Chen to be involved and harmed.
For Xu Chen, this was a bloody drama in which he was trapped in his own home and trouble came from the sky. He was framed inexplicably.
He had predicted that the great witch would die, and also speculated that after the great witch's death, the Uzbek tribe might experience a power vacuum that would lead to civil strife.
But he never thought that the little witch was trying to steal the big witch's scepter and give it to him.
What kind of selfless international communist spirit is this?
But the problem was that I had just woken up from a peaceful sleep and had not brushed my teeth or washed my face, so I had to eat this big melon for no reason.
Moreover, the danger is huge, and the price may be that the entire Ba people will be buried with him.
Of course, it might even cost you your own life.
The so-called heart is higher than the sky and life is thinner than paper.
In many time-travel novels, the protagonist's body is shaken and his domineering spirit leaks out, and celebrities and strangers from all walks of life worship and claim to be the lord. Nowadays, there will be no such thing.
These simple-minded savages who have not yet been fully civilized will definitely not have complex and advanced thoughts such as a scholar dying for his bosom friend or a good bird choosing a tree to roost in.
If their demands cannot be met now, this will be an endless war.
Because the Great Witch Scepter is related to the life and death of the Uzbek people.
What's more, the Ba people simply cannot bear the weight of the scepter.
At the moment, he and the Ba tribe need time and opportunities to develop and grow. They can only live in peace for the time being. They must not go to war just because his hairy body is shaken, and then end it.
The dragon's thick, furry fingers pointed at the frightened and helpless little witch holding the scepter, crying.
There was silence.
Everyone's eyes fell on the little witch.
He was completely oblivious to her tears, trembling, fear, and helplessness.
Everyone's eyes were actually just looking at the dark witch's scepter.
The group of Uzbek people who followed the little witch were completely desperate.
The faces of the Uzbek leaders and many people who were chasing after them also showed anger and relief.
"Chen Ga, there is no enemy of Gaga!"
Long glanced at Xu Chen and very seriously persuaded Xu Chen not to take a trip into this muddy water.
Because even though he came with him, he couldn't disobey the clan leader's order. At most, he could persuade both parties not to fight.
Then everyone's eyes fell on Xu Chen.
Xu Chen was silent for a moment and nodded.
"Yeh~~"
All the Uzbek people who were chasing after him breathed a sigh of relief and cheered.
The little witch slumped to her knees and sat on the ground, limp and weak, holding the staff and crying.
"Chen Ga..."
Wearing a full body armor, Feng didn't seem to want to give up yet.
Xu Chen raised his hand to stop Feng from continuing, but turned to Gu and said: "Horn!"
"Woo~wu~wu~~~~~"
Although Gu didn't know why, he still worked up his courage and raised the horn to blow the horn.
The loud and clear voice rang in everyone's ears, penetrating the autumn wind and bright sunshine, rolling on the empty river beach and spreading to all sides.
Queen Zhang retreated with all the Uzbek people looking horrified.
It turned out that this terrifying sound that I had never heard before was made by this thing.
And this thing is extremely strange, with glittering gold studded with colorful gems, it looks as brilliant as a peerless treasure in the sunlight.
To be able to make such a loud and terrifying sound at such a young age must be the power of a god.
So in the midst of the panic and commotion, some people knelt down in front of Xu Chen and the other three, and began to worship them with howling sounds from their mouths.
Under this infection, more Uzbek people knelt down.
Soon, almost all the hundreds of Uzbek hunters knelt down.
Even Long and the first group of chasing Wu leaders knelt down on one knee, expressing their fear and awe at the inexplicable power of this god.
Although the horn is simple, after Xu Chen processed it with gold and precious stones, it has completely broken away from the simple understanding of primitive savages.
And everything beyond cognition belongs to the power of gods.
Fire, lightning, thunder, heavy rain...
Even food is considered a gift from the gods.
The Uzbek people who came with great momentum were completely suppressed by the horn horns, all their anxiety was suppressed.
"Witch is dead, everyone is very sad, but I am not a witch, so I will not ask for the scepter. Please take it back... Feng, explain my words to them!"
Xu Cheng began to give an impromptu speech, but found that all the Uzbek people looked at each other in shock.
So they could only let the wind translate for them.
In Feng Lianbi's explanation, the panic of the Uzbek people gradually became lighter, and many people began to chat in low voices. Even the dragon showed a relieved smile on his face.
"This thing is called a horn. It has magical power. It can make a huge noise. I use it to scare and drive away wild beasts. It won't hurt you. You don't have to be afraid..."
Under Xu Chen's explanation, the Uzbek people's fear of the horns subsided a lot, and some people began to stand up slowly.
Xu Chen turned his head to look at the little witch slumped on the ground, frowned slightly, and after thinking for a moment, asked the Uzbek people: "Who is the witch now?"
The dragon quickly pointed at the little witch and said she was her sister.
Xu Chen's expression suddenly became much more relaxed. After pondering for a moment, he said: "I can give you the scepter, but she has to stay, including these people..."
Seeing Xu Chen pointing at the little witch and the more than ten Uzbek people who were escorting her to escape, the leader of the Uzbek tribe looked a little ugly. He wanted to shake his head and disagree, but Long walked over to negotiate with him, and then the two began to quarrel.
They seem to be at odds with each other.
Xu Chen basically couldn't understand the content of the quarrel, but the squeaking voice from the leader of the Wu clan further convinced his inference and decision.
If the little witch in front of you is not the inheritor designated by the big witch, then stealing the scepter is equivalent to betraying the entire tribe, and the consequences of following it back will be unpredictable.
Although he won't be a witch and he won't want a great witch's scepter.
But he was still very grateful to the little witch for trusting him.
Stealing the inheritance and betraying the entire tribe not only requires great courage, but also requires risking one's life.
He can let the Wu people take back the most important scepter, but he still needs to protect the people. This is a responsibility and an obligation.
If he couldn't even take on this responsibility because of fear of the strength of the Wu people, he felt that he might as well just crash to death.
Therefore, no matter what the outcome of the negotiation between the dragon and the opponent's leader, he must insist on achieving this goal.
He believed that the Uzbek people could understand the reality of the situation before them. If they completely refused and the two tribes fought to the death, they would get nothing even if they won in the end. After all, the scepter was made of wood and could easily break.
Thinking of this, Xu Chen walked up to the little witch, helped her up, held the scepter in his hand, and secretly pushed it with his knee while carrying the Uzbek man behind his back.
Damn, these dogs are so strong!
Xu Chen felt as if his knees were pressing against the steel pipe, and his face twitched several times in pain.
It seems that this scepter is not wood at all, but a hard alloy covered with wood grain.
However, he picked it up, turned it over and looked at it carefully, and confirmed that the black wooden stick was indeed a very old piece of wood.
The surface is engraved with marks and various curved runes, and the surface is smooth and shiny after being rubbed, especially the places where hands are often shaken. It is so oily that it even has symptoms of jade.
This wooden staff is estimated to have been passed down for hundreds or thousands of years, and it does look like a good treasure.
In an instant, Xu Chen felt a sense of domination again.
However, this thought was quickly knocked away with a slap from him.
Seeing Xu Chen's action of pressing the scepter with his knees, the frightened and helpless little witch with tears streaming down her face actually stopped crying completely and covered her mouth with both hands, showing a strange and frightened expression.
Although she has little life experience, looking at Xu Chen's actions, it seems that she wants to break the scepter.