Eight hundred and seventieth chapters Heron Department
Chapter 877 Heron Department
A convoy of more than thirty people was advancing alone on the endless prairie.
There were not many vehicles, only seven or eight, but the leather-clad men on horseback who gathered nearby were all young and energetic, and some of them were even just children of eleven or twelve years old.
At the front of the motorcade was an old man in gorgeous clothing and riding a yellow horse.
He is an old man wearing a flaming fox fur hat, with knife-like wrinkles on his forehead, his face is slightly purple, and he wears a three-color brocade belt around his waist that represents his identity. This is the symbol of being the first of a series.
This place is already the south of Tianlan Grassland. This is a team of unexpected people going to the temple to pay tribute.
"Tianlan Grassland" is the name of the Mulan Grassland by the Tuwu people. This is because the Tuwu people have always believed in the rumored "Tianlan Beast" and requested it to be their patron saint and support it from generation to generation. That's why the grassland has such a name.
famous.
Originally, the Tuwu people only occupied the southern half of the Zhengtianlan grassland, but since they defeated the feuding Mulan people in a battle in the middle of the grassland thirty years ago, they have since occupied the entire prairie. Their power has naturally increased by leaps and bounds.
There is no rival in the entire grassland.
Of course, the Tuwu tribe is so large that there are countless internal tribes. Small tribes ranging from hundreds of thousands of people to super tribes with a population of over 100 million are spread across the entire grassland. And because there were so many people who made contributions in the last holy war,
There are also many new independent tribes emerging.
Some of these tribes are not small, while others are even more insignificant, with a population of only tens of thousands.
The "Heron Tribe" where the old man belongs is such a micro-tribe that is separated from the large tribe. Although it can be called a tribe, in fact, the entire tribe only has 70,000 to 80,000 people.
The old man's name was Yinglu. When he was young, he fought extremely bravely. In the holy war, he defeated several small tribes of Mulan people and captured many nobles alive, which is why he achieved his current status. But now he cannot withstand it.
Due to the ravages of time and the hard work of these years, although he is only over fifty years old, his body has already taken on the appearance of an old man.
It was now noon. The old man looked at the scorching sun in the sky, then looked back at the young children in the motorcade behind him, and let out a long sigh.
It stands to reason that no matter how big or small a tribe is, it must enshrine certain immortal masters. Otherwise, if it encounters a natural or man-made disaster or encounters a monster, ordinary mortals will not be able to resist it.
However, a newly born small tribe like theirs cannot recruit any immortal master at all. Even the lowest level immortal master is unwilling to enter such a small tribe.
After all, for immortal masters, it is better for the tribe they join to be larger and richer, so that sufficient resources can be provided for their cultivation.
Some small tribes can still have some low-level immortal masters, but these immortal masters themselves are from these tribes, or their own qualifications and cultivation qualifications are poor, and the larger tribes are not willing to worship them, so they have no choice but to stay.
The Heron tribe where the old man belongs has not yet had the opportunity to cultivate immortal masters of its own tribe. Therefore, in recent years, when something happened, it could only hire low-level immortal masters from neighboring tribes with large sums of money to help. However, these immortal masters also demanded extremely high prices. Several times,
The move would cost the entire tribe a little half of a year's income, which made the Heron tribe even worse off.
Fortunately, the spiritual opening day, which comes every twenty years, is finally coming.
Feilu, who had been interested in this matter for a long time, naturally could not let it go. He immediately led several tribesmen who were found to have spiritual roots in the tribe to the Tianlan Temple closest to their tribe.
The Tianlan Temple was originally built to worship the Tianlan Holy Beast, but after so many years of evolution, it has become a holy place in the hearts of the Tuwu people and a place dedicated to training low-level immortal masters of the Tuwu tribe.
There are several high-level immortal masters in each temple, who are responsible for teaching some basic cultivation methods. Once they have achieved success, those with lower qualifications will directly return to each tribe and be worshiped by the tribe, while those with prospects for training will be recruited by those high-level immortal cultivators.
Accept him as a disciple and train him specially.
High-level immortal masters are strictly prohibited from privately teaching immortal arts to mortals who have not gone through the spiritual opening ceremony.
There are only a few of these temples, only sixty or seventy, but they are evenly distributed throughout the grassland, but each one is almost the center of a large area, surrounded by thousands of tribes, large and small.
As the only temple in the region, the larger the tribe, the closer it is to the temple. However, because the Heron tribe is too small, it is assigned a place very far away. It takes three months to travel from the tribe to the temple.
Can.
In desperation, Yinglu led the team to set off from the tribe four months ago.
Speaking of the last Spirit Opening Day, although he had made the tribe independent, he could not collect enough tributes and could only miss it.
This time, Yinglu said he didn't want to miss it again.
Even if the entire tribe has to cut back on food and clothing in the next few years, it must have its own immortal master.
However, it is extremely dangerous for people like them to carry tributes across such a vast grassland.
After all, tributes are things of great use to immortal masters, and they are extremely precious to almost mortals. Many people with evil intentions take this opportunity to rob weak teams, and even some immortal masters with evil intentions may take action.
. This is a common occurrence during the Spiritual Opening Days every year.
The tribes closer to the temple were better off. They were finally afraid of the name of the temple and did not dare to be too presumptuous.
But a tribe as far away as them is extremely dangerous.
I heard that last time, a medium-sized tribe in this area had a nearly thousand-year-old elixir among its tributes. After the news leaked, the entire team mysteriously disappeared on the way to the temple. No one could be found.
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As a result, many people spread rumors that it was a high-level immortal master from a large tribe who was jealous of the treasure and therefore killed people to seize the treasure. The people in the temple were naturally angry about this matter, and they heard that they also sent the immortal master from the temple to investigate, but they didn't know
Why can't it be settled?
Therefore, although the tributes were all prepared this time, there was no immortal master to support the formation, which made the leader of the Heron tribe unable to sleep or eat well since his departure.
During the opening of the Spiritual Day, the immortal masters from all tribes were equally busy accompanying the team to the temple. Even if they had spiritual stones, no one was willing to be hired. Occasionally, there were a few wandering immortal masters who were also hired by some of the larger ones nearby.
Some tribes paid huge sums of money to hire them first.
As the weakest tribal leader, Yinglu could only stare blankly.
Thinking of this, the old man sighed and couldn't help but look back behind him.
Among the seven or eight carts behind him, four of them were filled with tributes, and the carts were all pulled by horses carefully selected by the tribe. These carts were also made of the strongest red birch wood in the tribe in the name of the seer.
.Of course, in order not to attract attention, all the vehicles look shabby and old.
Fortunately, these measures were taken, otherwise something might have happened long ago.
Just like this, the last time we met a small group of wild wolves, the team almost lost members.
But in order to break out of the wolf pack, the convoy had to abandon the two slowest cars before they could get here safely.
Although there was nothing valuable in those two cars, they were filled with most of the food for their group for the next two months. It seemed that they had to pause on the road these days.
I remember that in two days' journey there was a canyon nearby.
There are very few people there, and there may be some buffalo, wild sheep and the like that we can hunt back first.
Thinking of this, the old man turned back and touched the hardwood bow hanging on the saddle, with a thoughtful look on his face.
"Hey! What is that?" Suddenly a clear female voice came from next to the old man, and the voice was full of surprise.
This was the voice of a pretty girl following closely behind the old man.
This girl's name is Yingshan, she is fifteen or sixteen years old, she is a junior of Yinglu, and she is also one of the few people in the tribe who have been tested to have spiritual roots. Naturally, she is deeply favored by Yinglu.
The old man was startled when he heard this and quickly looked up.
As a result, not far ahead, in a dense bush, there were indeed bursts of green light flickering, and it looked like there was something faintly inside. And he remembered clearly that before he looked back just now, there was no such thing in that direction.
Light.
The old man's heart trembled.
As a tribal leader, he was naturally not unfamiliar with the spiritual light emitted by the immortal master when he cast spells.
Is there really an immortal master who wants to attack a team as poor as theirs?
Yinglu's heart sank, and he suddenly raised his hand, and the team behind him suddenly stopped. Everyone else also saw the green light in the bushes in front, and couldn't help but show a bit of panic and alertness on their faces.
The old man tried to calmly rein in the reins and stood still, but all kinds of thoughts were racing in his mind, thinking hard about how to protect himself.
But after a while, the old man realized something was wrong.
Although the green light in the bushes flashed continuously, no immortal master showed up, and no magical skills were released.
Ying Heron's eyes lit up, and he hurriedly looked at the bushes carefully. These bushes were so dense that a person could reach their roots, and it was impossible to see anything clearly.
"Tu Meng! Go over and see if there is really an immortal master there." After the old man's eyes flickered for a few times, he suddenly said.
"Yes, patriarch!" A young man in the convoy who was strong and had a formidable face was startled when he heard the words, but he hurriedly agreed, then dismounted and carefully headed towards the bushes more than twenty feet away.
When he was only five or six feet away from the land of blue light, the young man hesitated for a while and subconsciously stopped his steps.
"I wonder which immortal master is here? We are from the Heron tribe, and we have come here to see the immortal master's true face." The young man seemed to have some status in the Heron tribe, and his words were quite polite, with a look on his face.
A respectful look.
But there was still only light flowing in the bushes, and no sound came out. When the young man saw this, he couldn't help but look back at the old man.
The old man thought for a moment and looked back, then nodded silently at him. The young man suddenly felt confident and walked forward quietly.
When he reached the bushes, the young man hesitated for a moment, then gritted his teeth and reached out to separate the bushes in front of him.