The three of them originally planned to seize an item, but they ended up breaking up on bad terms.
The silent disciple really has a relic of the God of Death. If Curelia gets it, it will not only help him to be promoted to the ferryman, but also steal the power from it to complete some magic rituals.
On the other side of the sea where the fight is raging, the sudden appearance of Death Ritual Magic can not only cause heavy losses to the opponent, but also allow one's own side to distance themselves from each other and lead disaster to those 'descendants of Death'.
Only when there is chaos will there be a chance. It is best for these forces to fight against each other and fight against Loen together. Then the decisive battle will not be so stressful.
What a pity! But there was no loss and nothing worth worrying about, so we should prepare to head south.
Bernhard also got up and returned to his fleet command room. The news had been released. It should be confusing for a few days. This time is enough.
The sudden appearance of Hermione disrupted his plan, but it also provided him with a good opportunity to unify the South again, which was also his own country.
The people who returned to the place where the tribe lived looked at their disappeared homes and began to get busy, picking up materials from the surrounding dense forests and continuing to build them.
Hermione and Nzingo sat in front of a fire. The red clay pot in front of them kept boiling and emitting black bubbles. The permeating fragrance could be smelled by people far away.
Taking the old ceramic cup, which contained a dark and shiny liquid, Hermione took a symbolic sip. After the bitter taste, there was a sweet and refreshing fragrance.
This is considered the tea drink of these tribesmen. Hermione rarely drank it herself, and when asked what it was called, she couldn't tell her.
They identified them from the dense forest, and then continued to try and pass them on.
Nzingo spoke slowly after drinking. Perhaps because of becoming an extraordinary person, everyone looked cold and expressionless, and he didn't even open his sealed mouth.
"Our tribe guards the items given by Lord Death. It is this item that silences the Holy Mountain. Our tribe has been guarding it here for thousands of years."
Hermione, who is also a high-sequence person, also understands her rationality. She is no better now, and many of her previous feelings are gone.
"He is worthy of your following. Just let him stay well. I believe you will also arrange for the next generation."
"Many people have coveted it, and we are used to it."
"There is no solution if we continue like this. When there is no solution, we can make some changes. We can cooperate with those in the port area."
"I've worked with them and there are some things that are bottom line."
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Outside the sunken stone wall, Hermione, Nzingo, and several others stood here, followed by some tribal witnesses.
The stone carvings inside record their struggle to resist foreign enemies and survive on this land. Even if the red symbols fade a little, they are still very clear.
After surviving another disaster this time, according to tribal tradition, we must also record it here to preserve the experience.
After some of the rituals of dancing to the gods were over, Hermione looked at the symbol that represented herself and found that it was pretty good. She joined forces with Nzingo to fight against the enemy.
The one in the front is a werewolf fighting a giant, and the scattered lines around it are the destroyed environment. Further ahead are some people with spears...
The first picture is of a big mountain, which should be the one at the foot. The top of the mountain is like lines like fireworks. A sun shines on it, surrounded by violent storms and lightning.
The helpless tribesmen prayed to the mark representing death. An object fell into the mountain, and calm returned to the surrounding area.
The visions floating around were also swallowed up by the death symbol and finally disappeared here, leaving behind the surviving members of the tribe who worshiped.
After watching for a short period, Hermione turned around and waited for the end. Then she participated in a tribal celebration ceremony.
She saw Oneida coming back without any serious problems, and the three spiders were also guarding the side cautiously. The mark was indeed left by Nzingo and the like, and they were controlled to visit the house.
"Your Excellency Austin's path is already very obvious. You can take those three spiders if you need them, as a thank you for saving our tribe."
"Leave it to look after the house. For me, too much is a burden. Besides, they are originally residents here."
The three giant spiders were instead dragged to do the hard work of rebuilding their homeland. The tribes in the southern continent had their own experience in controlling these evil creatures, so there was no need to worry too much.
"I won't interrupt your performance and the reconstruction of your tribe. I'm going back. It's your business to protect your homeland."
"I have already arranged for my grandson Utatam to lead part of the guards there. He will assist the newcomers in the defense. I have reached the end now, and there is no point in playing more."
"At least it can make yourself more relaxed, right?"
She noticed that the female relatives of the patriarchs who were dressed next to Nzingo were also Extraordinary people in her path. They seemed to be quite high, and they should be used to train the future successors of the priests.
It's a pity that the prisoner's high-level path characteristics are mostly monopolized by the Rose School, and an angelic attribute is not so easy to obtain.
Soon after, we took the Oneida, Nzingo, Nzinga and other indigenous people to say goodbye. The people who were originally indifferent and alert early in the morning now became almost like saying goodbye to acquaintances.
It had been dark for a long time when they walked out of the tribal area in the Puer Mountains. They found a flat place to rest by the river.
Hermione didn't plan to go back in such a hurry, since nothing could be solved anyway, and watching too many scenes made her feel uncomfortable.
Oneida ran to the river and relied on her hunter's instinct to hunt down a few fish, roast them, and eat them directly with the skins on.
Shocked by their original craftsmanship, Hermione politely declined another tasting inquiry. What was the difference between this somewhat primitive cooking and Rune's?
"You should learn the cooking techniques of outsiders, so that you can at least eat better."
"For us, there are basically no channels to obtain those seasonings, so forget it."
"It's good to try a change."
Hermione, who had never personally experienced their experiences, sighed, and she probably wouldn't blame herself for making sarcastic comments.
But you really have to study, otherwise you won’t make progress, and ordinary people won’t make any changes.
There are some bad habits that can be changed, and some technologies can change the quality of life. Or obtain advanced weapons, and at least have some capital to protect yourself.
Oneida also knew something, but this was not something she could decide, nor could the tribe decide, so she didn't say anything more.
The next morning, the two said goodbye when they met the patrolling Bafken tribe team, and Hermione went directly back to the battlefield behind.
There seems to be no change here, except for the time when they feinted to attract attention, they basically stayed on one side. The coalition forces were just vigilant and did not make much action.
