After the ancient god gave birth to two sons, Shuori and Wangri, the ancient god grew older and knew that his end was approaching, so he divided his divine power into two, giving the power to the eldest, Shuori, and the mana to the second, Wangri.
The two sons relied on the power left by the ancient gods to establish two tribes.
"Unlike the Shuori tribe who are strong and healthy, the source of our Wangri tribe's spell power is the clan's magic weapon.
But the Shuori tribe actually colluded with outsiders to steal the magic weapon of our tribe! They want to destroy our tribe! If they don’t want us to be good, then they don’t want to be good either, so we cursed them!”
Heng Gang sneered, with a fierce look on his face, "As long as our clan still exists, there is no way we can break their curse! Even if we have very little spell left, in order to maintain the curse on them, we will continue to
Hunting is difficult, but so what! We are hungry, and so are they.
Our population is getting smaller and smaller and we are facing genocide, and so are they!"
After hearing what he said, I was speechless.
Is this retaliating against the enemy or punishing oneself?
In order to curse the other party, they would rather starve the whole clan or even face the crisis of genocide.
This is really a thousand injuries to the enemy and a thousand losses to oneself.
Doesn’t anyone in their clan feel that this is not a good deal? With so many people in a clan, no one has a good brain?
While talking, Heng Gang led us into a room.
The room is very big and looks like a meeting hall.
But the furniture and furnishings are very worn.
In fact, this is easy to understand. After all, the villagers can't even eat, so how can they have the leisure to decorate these places.
Heng Gang asked us to sit down and ordered the villagers to bring us a few glasses of water.
I sorted out my words and said, "Chief Henggang, there is a misunderstanding here.
Your clan's magic weapon was not stolen by the Shuori clan. They have never seen your magic weapon at all.
"
"Fart!" Heng Gang cursed, "The outsider was brought in by the Shuori tribe, and he is a mage.
The Shuori people have long since stopped sharing food with us, so they found an outsider to protect them instead of us.
But that mage didn’t have enough mana, so they joined forces with the mage and stole my clan’s treasure! These words were told to us by the mage himself. The Shuori clan is a group of shameless scum, and we will never associate with them again!”
Yuchen sat next to me. He took my hand and pinched my little finger with his fingers to play with it. He asked Heng Gang, "The master is with the Shuori tribe, so why did he tell you his plan?"
I'm a little embarrassed.
Everyone is talking about business here, what is Yuchen doing?
I secretly tried hard to take my hand back.
Yuchen raised his eyes and glanced at me, and said silently to me, don't move.
My heart skipped a beat.
At this time, Heng Gang replied, "The Master was caught by us when he was escaping. He was afraid that we would kill him, so he took the initiative to confess these things.
"
The wise men of Shuori tribe said that the outsider is gone.
Heng Gang said that the mage was caught.
There are too many contradictions in their words. Who is lying?
While I was thinking about it, Yuchen asked again, "Now that the mage has been arrested, what about your clan's stolen magic weapon? Can it be recovered?"
"No," Heng Gang said, "the magic weapon is not with the mage, it has been taken away by the Shuori tribe! Aren't you the Shuori tribe who came to reconcile with us? If they want to reconcile, then why didn't they take my tribe's
The magic weapon is back! There is no sincerity at all! They clearly just want that after we help them break the curse, they will rush over and exterminate us!"
The more Heng Gang talked, the angrier he became. He slammed the table hard, stood up and shouted at us, "You should go back now and tell them that you can reconcile if you want, but you must first return our clan's magic weapon!"
Facing the angry Heng Gang, Yuchen's expression did not change, he still squeezed my hand and played with it, and asked with a calm face, "Does the magic weapon contain your clan's spell?"
"yes.
"Hu Jinyue said, "Third Master, he has said this kind of thing just now. You have been playing around with your little brother Ma, so you must not have listened carefully.
"
Heng Gang glared at Yu Chen dissatisfied, then nodded and said yes.
Yuchen chuckled lightly and looked at Heng Gang, "The source of the curse is in their hands, so how did you curse them?"
Heng Gang had obviously not thought about this problem. He was stunned for a moment, and then said, "Shuori people are people with well-developed limbs and simple minds. Although they have obtained our magic weapon, they don't know how to use it.
So we can still curse them.
"
"It makes sense, but," Yuchen said, "Firstly, the magic weapon is useless to them, so why did they steal it? Secondly, if they had the magic weapon in their hands for so many years, wouldn't they find a way to use it? In other words, they
Isn’t it possible to find a mage who can use the power of magic weapons? They don’t do anything but live a miserable life with magic weapons in their hands?”
Heng Gang was dumbfounded. He had never thought about what Yu Chen said.
"You...what do you mean?"
Yuchen stood up and asked, "Is the Master still alive?"
Heng Gang was stunned again, "How do you know?"
Yuchen did not answer him, but said, "If we want to find your clan's magic weapon, take us to see the mage.
"
Heng Gang looked at Yuchen again, "I heard from the elders in the clan that in the past, when the Shuori and Wangri tribes still lived together, a wise man would appear in the village every hundred years.
The wise man will guide the villagers to build the village better.
Foreigner, now I want to believe that you are the wise man in our village, so I am willing to listen to you and take you to see the Master.
"
After saying that, he crossed his hands on his chest and saluted Yuchen solemnly.
Although Heng Gang's brain is a bit weak, he still has a good eye for seeing people.
Kua Yuchen is a wise man, and I am honored to be his woman.
Heng Gang took us out of the back door of the house, walked through the path, and arrived at a house.
This family lived at the very edge of the village, with no neighbors nearby. On a wasteland, only his small wooden house was built empty.
The cabin was very crudely built, with only one room, built simply with wooden boards. Except for the roof, which was built more tightly, cracks could even be seen in other places, and there was air leakage all around.
Shouldn't the mage be locked up in a prison? Is this small shabby house a prison?
When I was thinking about it, Heng Gang suddenly shouted, "Master, are you at home? Someone is looking for you."
"
What's up with this way of greeting neighbors?
I asked Heng Gang, "Master lives here?"
Heng Gang nodded, "Master made a mistake, but knowing his mistakes can greatly improve things.
The mage had the courage to admit his mistake, and afterwards, he helped us a lot with his magic.
He had no land to live, so we built this house for him and let him live in the village.
"
What Heng Steel did once again left me dumbfounded.
Should I praise them for being open-minded? Since they are all open-minded, why are they so cruel to their own people?
Mortals like me really cannot understand the brain circuits of descendants of ancient gods.
The wooden door of the small shabby house creaked open, and a middle-aged man in Buddhist robes who looked to be in his forties walked out of the house.
