Chief Henala knelt on the ground, holding a round bead in his hands and muttering a long spell in his mouth.
After a moment, the bead in his hand emitted a dazzling red light, which instantly illuminated the dim room. In the light, you could see a brightly colored portrait on the wall in front of where the Henala patriarch was kneeling.
On the portrait, there is a handsome young man in black robes. His fiery red short hair is like the hottest flame. He is holding a black sword and has wings of flames on his back. He is majestic and has an arrogant expression, as if he is a god that no one can blaspheme.
!
Chief Henala raised his head, and the light emanating from the beads in his hand illuminated the deep wrinkles on his face, his cloudy eyes flashed with excitement, and his lips opened and closed.
"Is that girl the person you sent?" Chief Henala said with great excitement, his voice trembled, and he didn't know whether to cry or laugh, "The first thing I saw about her reminded me of you back then.
Your style, you are so similar..."
Naturally, the person in the painting did not move, but Chief Henala still looked at him with admiration, clenched a fist with one hand across his chest, and raised a smile of relief at the corner of his mouth.
"I honor you, the King of the Night!"
*********Beiyue Dynasty**********
After spending a night constructing the weapon, Huang Beiyue only took a short nap for an hour, then got up, washed her face with cold water, and felt a hundred times more energetic.
In the past, in modern times, in order to complete a task, it was okay to go without sleep for three days and three nights, but now it is no problem.
She walked out of the wooden house. The young people headed by Jike had formed a team and stood neatly outside waiting for her. Her brothers were all lively and excited.
All the people in the tribe came out and stood at the door of their houses, looking at her curiously.
Huang Beiyue smiled faintly, held the sword in one hand, slashed it on the shoulder, and said with great force: "Anyone who is not afraid of death, come with me!"
"If you don't kill the powerful enemy, you will never return!"
Her words immediately set the excited young people on fire, and they all raised their weapons and shouted.
Huang Beiyue strode out first. At this moment, a head suddenly hung upside down from a tree on the roadside, turned his face cleverly, and winked at her.
"I'm very afraid of death, so I just want to go and have a look, is that okay?"
Huang Beiyue glanced at him, suddenly slapped his face with the sword, and said, "Do you know what this is?"
"It's a knife!" the man said immediately.
"What's the knife for?"
The man was stunned for a moment and said: "Fighting!"
"That's right, a good knife is for fighting. When a person defends his homeland, he also exists for fighting. What about you?" Huang Beiyue's eyebrows were cold and cold, not angry or intimidating.
The man blinked, turned over, jumped down from the tree, and knelt on one knee on the ground.
"I understand, please let me follow you!" He spoke in a very sincere tone.
When Huang Beiyue saw his movements and skills, she knew that this was also a master, so she waved her hand back and said, "Go find Jike."
The man didn't even stand up, and disappeared in a flash. A moment later, he was heard talking to Jike.
"Brother Jike, I will follow you to eradicate the enemy!"
Jike said: "Asare, please don't cause trouble, we are not here for fun this time!"
