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 strong and healthy Shuori tribe, the source of our Wangri clan's spell power is the clan's magic weapon. But the Shuori clan actually colluded with outsiders to steal our tribe's magic weapon! They are trying to cause us to exterminate the clan.
! If they don’t want us to be well, then they shouldn’t want to be well 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 listening to what he said, I was speechless. Is this retaliating against the enemy or punishing myself?
In order to curse the other party, one would rather starve the whole clan, or even face the danger of annihilation. This is really hurting the enemy a thousand times and damaging oneself a thousand times.
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 was large and looked like a meeting hall. But the furniture and furnishings were very worn. In fact, this was understandable. After all, the villagers couldn't even eat.
There is also a leisurely way 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, "Clan 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 scolded, "The outsider was brought in by the Shuori tribe, and he is a mage. The Shuori tribe has long been unwilling to share food with us, so they found an outsider, hoping that the outsider would protect them instead of us. But that mage
They didn’t have enough mana, so they teamed up 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 the Shuori tribe said that the outsider was gone. But Henggang said that the mage had been arrested. There were too many contradictions in their words. Who was 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 on the Master, 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 want to rush over and exterminate us after we help them break the curse!"
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 family'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, "The Shuori tribe is a 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."
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"It makes sense, but," Yuchen said, "First, if the magic weapon is useless to them, then why would they steal it? Second, 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 the magic weapon? They do nothing but live a miserable life with the magic weapon 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 men would
Guide the villagers to build the village better. Foreigner, now I want to believe that you are the wise man of 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 is a bit brain-challenged, he still has a good eye for seeing people. He praises Yuchen as 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 lives at the very edge of the village. There are no neighbors nearby. On a piece of wasteland, there is only his small wooden house built empty. The small wooden house is very simple and has only one room, which is simply built with wooden boards.
The roof is built more tightly, you can even see cracks in other places, and there is 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, "The mage made a mistake, but knowing his mistakes can make a lot of improvements. The mage has the courage to admit his mistakes, and afterwards, he helped us a lot with his magic. He has no place to live, so we will help him
Build this house 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.
