Volume 2: The Wind Rises and the Sky Cold Chapter 369: The Blood of the Witch Clan (First Update)
The Haiqiu Tribe is a larger tribe on the land of the Wu Clan, and these people who have been relocated now are only part of it. The length of this team can be seen from a distance, and it is densely packed with a large number of huge ferocious beasts on the ground.
Carrying the unique buildings and the people of the Haiqiu tribe, they are slowly moving forward. (www.jtxsk.comka
In the sky, thousands of autumn fish swim around, as if covering the sky, whistling sounds reverberate, and many such ferocious autumn fish beasts spread out, patrolling in all directions.
Su Ming was sitting cross-legged on a giant tortoise beast. Surrounding it were nine people from the Haiqiu tribe sitting cross-legged. These nine people had good cultivation, and surprisingly all of them were Yang witches.
They surrounded Su Ming as if he were surrounded. This was the order of the sorcerer man.
Next to Su Ming, there was a person lying. This person was the old barbarian man. He could not move, but his mind was clear. He was filled with shock at the scene he had just witnessed.
He didn't believe that Su Ming was a soul-catcher, but the development of things finally made him hesitate. Until now, he couldn't tell who Su Ming was!
Su Ming was silent all the way, sitting cross-legged with his expression as usual, not showing any thoughts in his heart. The turtle beast he was sitting on was the second of the nine. The first turtle beast in front of him was that of the witch man.
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From Su Ming's position, he could see the long-haired man on the first turtle beast in the distance, with his back to him. This man's hair was so long that Su Ming had never seen it before, and it was something he had never seen before.
See, the first ultimate witch.
Especially when he thought of the barbarian realm that was comparable to that of Jue Wu, Su Ming's eyes shrank.
"How many Absolute Witches there are in the Wu Clan... I guess there won't be many. For example, the Barbarian Soul Perfection of the Barbarian Clan must be very few of the same." Su Ming knew very little about the level of Absolute Witches and the Perfection of Barbarian Souls.
This is too far away for him.
"Just one look can make the early stage barbarian soul almost collapse... He can be captured without any help. The ultimate witch is so powerful that he is probably considered to be the pinnacle force in the entire Nanchen.
Jue Wu... I just don't know what this person's name is, but I think he must be a famous person in both the Wu and Man clans." Su Ming looked around without moving.
The migration speed of this tribe was not fast. When dusk came, the migration team gradually came to a halt. On this desolate land, the Haiqiu tribe members skillfully arranged animal skin tents and raised bonfires. Everything was in order.
It's orderly, without any sense of clutter, as if everyone knows what they're going to do.
At the end of dusk, when the sky turned black, the bonfires reflected the surroundings. As a temporary tribe for rest, its scope was still very large. At least when Su Ming stood there and looked into the distance, he could only see vaguely.
At the end, he couldn't see clearly how big this temporary tribe was.
The moon in the sky gradually emerged from the clouds, and the earth was flashing with firelight. Although it was dark in the distance, it was brighter in this tribe. Some children were playing with each other, and the sound of laughter was heard from time to time. Gradually,
The tribesmen of the Haiqiu Tribe each took out food, and some tribesmen used bonfires to bake meat. As the aroma spread, the whole temporary tribe began to make lively sounds.
Su Ming sat by the campfire and watched all this. If he didn't look at Ji Teng, he would even have the illusion that the place he was in was not a witch tribe, but a barbarian tribe.
Whether it's diet or living habits, everything between these two groups is too similar, except for the differences in magical powers and spells.
When Su Ming was in a trance, he saw three seven or eight-year-old children on the other side of the bonfire not far away. They were wearing animal skins and their hair was a little messy. They were playing and chasing each other. One of them had eyes.
It's big, pink and looks very cute.
The child was running in front, his laughter showing joy, while the two companions behind him were chasing him.
"You two are running too slow. I'll count to three. If you still can't catch up with me, I won't let you play with this Aso drum." The child running in front held a round shape in his hand.
The snare drum had a connected handle. He was holding it, but the ground was not flat. When he turned around to speak, he tripped on the sole of his foot and fell down.
As soon as he fell, the two companions behind him immediately chased after him, and the three of them immediately started playing on the ground.
But while the three of them were making a fuss, there was a sound of quarreling, which made Su Ming's eyes look over.
"It's all your fault. I broke the Aso drum. It's all your fault!"
"My father made this for me, please accompany me!"
Among the three children, the one who had fallen down now had his head lowered and looked as if he was about to cry. The small drum he was holding in his hand was now torn.
The other two children in front of him had grievances and anger on their faces and started to make a noise.
Such things happen among children from time to time. Most of the people from the Witch Clan around them turn a blind eye to this. Compared with the innocence of children, these adults from the Witch Clan feel heavy in their hearts at the moment, because it won't be long before they join the war.
Among them, very few may survive in the end.
Su Ming looked at the three children and the small bone in one of the children's hands. He slowly stood up. The moment he stood up, the nine witches surrounding him immediately turned to Su Ming.
He stared at him, showing his vigilance.
Su Ming didn't pay attention to the looks of these nine people, but walked towards the three quarreling children.
Regarding Su Ming's actions, the nine sorcerers around him frowned. One of the sorcerers, who was between Su Ming and the three children, stood up when Su Ming came over, stared at Su Ming, and was about to
When he spoke, his eyes suddenly blurred, and when his vision became clear, Su Ming had disappeared.
The man was stunned for a moment, then turned around and saw Su Ming behind him, with his back to him, walking towards the three children.
As this man's expression changed, so did the other eight people. Just as they were about to approach Su Ming one by one, they saw that Su Ming had already arrived beside the three children, stopped and squatted down.
"Show it to uncle, maybe he can help you fix it." Su Ming wore a mask, but the softness in his eyes and the softness of his words were both revealed.
The three children were stunned and looked at Su Ming with wide eyes.
"Uncle, can you repair the Aso drum?"
"Yes, my father made this for me. It's his fault that it was damaged."
"Uncle, please repair it. It was my fault that I broke it."
The nine central wizards behind Su Ming who were about to approach suddenly paused in their steps. They heard Su Ming's words and saw Su Ming's actions.
Su Ming took the small drum from the child's hand and looked at it a few times. At that moment, he had memories in his eyes. The similarities between the two races of Wu and Man made the children's toys almost the same.
For example, this Aso drum, Su Ming remembers that his grandfather made it as a gift to him when he was a child. This is a small drum made of animal skin. There are pebbles tied with straw ropes on both sides of the drum. You can hold the handle and turn it.
, the pebbles tied by the straw rope will hit the drum head, making a fluctuating sound.
This was a toy that Su Ming liked very much when he was a child. He looked at the drum in his hand and smiled at the face under the mask. One side of the bone was broken, so he couldn't make any sound. Su Ming raised his hand and put the
After tearing off the torn animal skin, he took off a corner of the child's clothes in front of him and put it back on the drum. After fixing it, he took the drum and turned it, and suddenly there was a fluctuating sound.
It was spread immediately.
The three children immediately cheered, with excitement on their little faces. After taking the repaired snare drum handed to them by Su Ming, they all looked at each other quickly, and ran towards the distance with excitement.
"Uncle, thank you, my name is Abu." The child who fell down and broke the snare waved to Su Ming and ran away happily with his friend.
At this moment, Su Ming did not care about the bloody feud between the Wu Clan and the Nanchen Barbarians, nor did he care about the war between the two sides that was going on for who knows how many years under Tianlan City.
He looked at the innocent child and sighed in his heart.
"I didn't expect Brother Mo to help these children repair Aso drums. I guess it's because they saw their past selves." A voice with a smile came from behind Yu Su Ming.
Following the words came a young man wearing a black robe and with waist-length hair. This young man had fair skin and a thorn of an autumn fish between his eyebrows.
His appearance is a little different from other witch clans. You must know that the thorns of the witch clan are often on the entire face, but this person only has the thorns between his eyebrows, and there does not seem to be any thorns in the rest of the place.
He came from a distance. As he approached, the nine central wizards who were monitoring Su Ming all looked respectful. When the young man raised his hand and waved, the nine people stepped back one after another.
"The past is gone." Su Ming turned around and looked at the young man calmly.
"Although the past is not here, we must grasp the present, because the behavior of the present can determine the future." The young man smiled slightly and looked at Su Ming.
The two people's eyes made contact at this moment.
"Hai Qiu Bu Ya Mu, Soul-destroying Yang Sha." The young man said with a smile, retracted his gaze from Su Ming, and sat at the side of the bonfire.
"Brother Mo, do you want to drink?" the young man said. Immediately after, someone came a few steps quickly, placed two jars of wine beside him, and then respectfully left.
Su Ming sat next to him and shook his head.
The young man picked up a wine jar, opened it, took a big sip, and exhaled a long breath.
"Brother Mo came from the battlefield, right?" The young man put down the wine jar and said this casually.
"Why do you say that?" Su Ming said calmly.
"You smell like the blood of my Witch Clan. I think there will definitely be many Witch Clan who die in the hands of Brother Mo, the Fengman True God." The young man's voice was calm, but his words were spoken in this lively atmosphere.
Within the tribe, there was a cold air approaching Su Ming.
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This kind of outburst for three consecutive days has caused a serious withering of ideas. Sitting in front of the computer today, I feel like I can't write a word.
This feeling has not appeared many times since Ergen wrote the book, but it is a signal. I know that if I continue to explode and continue to forcefully write, the consequences will be serious, not because of my body, but because of a period of time.
The collapse of the plot.
I broke my promise and failed to make an explosion. Maybe some readers think that the explosions in the past few days are all manuscripts. I can swear on my life that I will update the article fifteen times every three days without even a single word. Because I found that I
I can't keep the manuscript at all.
There will be three updates today, and the last update is the custom in the early morning at the end of the month. I will still fill in the chapters about broken promises this month.
Calculate how many updates there are this month, plus today’s three updates, it’s 82 updates!