The wind is blowing, and the sand and gravel are flying...
The aboriginal people seemed particularly anxious. They simply buried their compatriots and then rushed to another location without stopping.
Victor's team followed them, but the three soldiers were left there waiting to die.
In the distance of the land, you can see the misty smoke rising. When they arrived, they found that they were still a step too late.
Another temporary camp was attacked by Saiguo troops, and the pointed tents were full of dead bodies.
Representative Valentine held the body of a child and cried loudly. All the aborigines dismounted and knelt on the ground.
A cowboy carefully observed the horse hoof prints on the ground and said to Victor: "There are no less than a hundred people. The direction of the horses' hooves is back to the country of Sai. I remember that there is a large army camp over there."
After he finished speaking, his eyes shook, looking worried.
With the current equipment and number of Valentine riders, pursuing them to seek revenge from the army would undoubtedly lead to death.
The representative's face was filled with sadness, and he could no longer distinguish between tears and snot.
His resentment was too deep and he no longer knew how to resolve it. He could only roar at Victor excitedly: "We gave up everything and gave everything to you. Why are we still trampling on my tribe? Don't we deserve to survive?"
What!"
Victor felt desolate in his heart, but his attitude was very determined. Even if the other party fell into endless grief, he would still maintain his position.
"Wake up, our group has never fired on your people. If you want to win this war, you must find out who your real enemy is..."
Only the representative could hear his words, because everyone around him was in grief, and only crying was left.
Ahem...
Father Sang stood alone at the edge of the destroyed camp. He pinched the star-shaped accessory on his chest and trembled his lips as if praying for the unfortunate victims.
"I'll take you... take you to see the crow..."
The representative stood up and wiped the tears from his face, his expression still miserable.
"Hey! Let's bury your people first! We are not in a hurry." Victor reminded the other party.
"No need...my companion will take care of it." After the representative replied to Victor, his lips twitched and he felt like he was about to cry again, "Also, please call my name - Akabane."
The Valentine people respect nature, and people often name them after animals and plants related to nature.
Victor and the cowboys looked at each other, then got on their horses and followed Akabane in the direction of Precia.
Along the way, Akabane's face was tense, with tears still hanging from the corners of his eyes, but he could feel that this man had gradually returned to his senses.
"When you meet the Crow Queen, I hope you won't forget your previous promise."
Akabane's voice is still slightly trembling.
Victor heard something strange in his words, but he didn't know why for a while.
But then, when Victor saw the Crow Queen, he immediately understood.
They entered the outskirts of Precia, passed through various pointed tents, and reached a fenced open space somewhere.
It was a place where aborigines held sacrifices, but now, a funeral was being held there.
People stood around sadly, looking at the body of the deceased in the center.
Victor was led by Akabane and squeezed through the crowd. When he saw this scene, he was completely stunned.
"That's a crow!" Akabane pointed to the location of the body and said to Victor.
I saw an old man with most of his body burned, lying quietly on the tall piles of withered grass. He had been dead for a long time.
Half of his face was burnt black, and his chest was even more bloody.
Victor couldn't help but take a breath.
The crow is dead?
What's going on?
The last time we met, this aboriginal elder was quite tough...how could he die so miserably?
"It's Saiguo's army..." Akabane knew that Victor was full of questions and explained to him on his own, "And Augusta!"
Hearing this result, Victor was completely stunned.
Akabane continued to narrate what happened less than a day ago through gritted teeth.
"Augusta brought over the Serbian army, the same group of soldiers who massacred my tribe just now. That bastard... He knew where our tribe crossed the border, and he also knew that in order to survive, we would occasionally spend the night in the territory of Serbia, and even more
Know the whereabouts of the leader."
"Those Sai soldiers are devils, they will not miss any opportunity to torture us..."
Victor's expression gradually changed. He kept looking at Crow's body, and suddenly found that the inlay on his chest was missing!
The last time they met, Victor was deeply impressed by that thing. It was a carved mask that resembled a lion's head, and it was tightly attached to the skin of Crow's chest.
"The army took advantage of the leader's absence and killed him near the border...and took away..."
"A relic of the Holy God..." Victor said the second half of the sentence for Akabane.
Akabane gritted his teeth and nodded with difficulty.
"Last time you promised us to help us find Coyote's relics, but unfortunately, our own sacred relics were also taken away..."
Victor took a deep breath and asked the other party seriously: "Is what is attached to the crow's chest the relic of the eyeless lion?"
Akabane nodded.
Victor thought with a solemn expression, turned around and left the funeral space.
Father Sang couldn't squeeze in, so he didn't see Crow's true appearance, but when he saw Victor's face looking ugly, he immediately guessed something.
"No way, that crow is already dead, right?"
Victor looked confused and had no explanation, but Father Sang understood immediately.
"Ahem...what a coincidence. Are we a step too late?"
"Yes..."
Victor answered a little annoyed.
With the only troops left in Augusta, there was no way they could break into Precia and steal things directly. Victor did not expect that the other party would actually kill someone with a borrowed knife.
Most of the relics on Crow's chest were poached by Augusta, who was good at disguise, and in the past, he had indeed sneaked into the Army's fortress by pretending to be a soldier.
Victor told Father Sang his idea, and Father Sang recognized his inference and pointed out that the other party was getting closer and closer to fulfilling the conditions of the ceremony.
"Akaba!"
Victor called Representative Valentine over and told him in an extremely serious tone that Augusta had attracted the Army just to steal your Eyeless Lion Mask.
"Isn't it enough to steal the Coyote statue? That bastard!"
Akabane punched the carriage, and his anger surged up again.
Victor stared at Akabane's red face and said extremely seriously: "Then, is it time to make it clear what your tribe is hiding from me?"
Akabane was still angry and immediately became annoyed when he was asked this question.
"What do you mean? Why should we try to lie to you?"
"Blood Vengeance Ceremony!"
Victor blurted out and hit Akabane in the face with one sentence, making him a little confused.
"What ceremony?"
At this time, Victor remembered that this name was given by the professor in the Western Continent, and the aborigines probably did not call it this name.
So, he reorganized his language and said: "Augusta killed my family, took away the coyote statue, and now takes away your eyeless lion mask. The purpose is to use a resurrection ritual of your tribe... He
If you want to resurrect a person, don’t tell me that you didn’t teach him this ritual!”