Southern Regions, Luming Grassland, Grass Deer Tribe.

Red sun, dawn.

Green grass, wind whispering.

The beast tide dissipated, and the warriors of the grass deer tribe were exhausted from the struggle to resist the beast tide all night.

Under the command of the patriarch Ram, most of the people went back to rest, and a few young and strong people were in charge of the tribe's security.

Outside the central camp tent of the grass deer tribe, the tribal flag waved against the sun and the morning breeze, and the grass deer totem on it seemed to be running tirelessly.

In the central tent of the tribe.

The old patriarch Ram held the deer-headed staff in his hand and stood in the big tent, listening to the loss of the tribe after this beast tide.

"This beast tide killed seven tribesmen and injured as many as eighty-six people. The specific list is on this piece of paper, and the patriarch is invited to look at it. A middle-aged tribal warrior with a capable appearance said, respectfully holding a note to the patriarch Ram.

Ram took the thin piece of paper with a string of names written on it, but it was as heavy as a mountain.

She looked carefully at the names on the paper, her whole arm trembling, "Seven lives, eighty-six injured, this is a huge loss for the grass deer tribe......"

Her brow furrowed, and the tiredness on her face swept away, filled with regret for the lives of the tribal warriors and anger at the beast tide.

"With the exclusive ceremony of the Caolu tribe, these warriors who lost their lives to protect the tribe will be buried thickly, and their names will be permanently engraved on the tribal monument. Their souls will be worshipped by the tribesmen for generations. They are the heroes of the grassland, the heroes of the tribe, and their souls will turn into the sunshine on the grassland, shining on us forever. Ram's old eyes were moist, and he raised the deer head staff in his hand, and the surface of the staff was green and aura, and there was a grass deer law jumping.

"Take out the best healing medicine in the tribe, every wounded warrior must get the best treatment. Take the best deer antler velvet we have in stock to Nanyufang City in exchange for the best medicines. They are all heroes of the tribe, and I want to see everyone recover. Hong Jia, you do it quickly. "Ram cut the railroad.

"Yes, I'll do it. With that, the middle-aged tribal warrior whom Ram called Hongjia withdrew from the big tent.

Ram folded the paper with his name on it neatly and put it away carefully.

She paced around the big tent alone, whispering to herself: "Just after the end of the Prairie Warrior Competition, there was a rare beast tide coming, which is a bit too coincidental. Although there has been some change in the Heavenly Beast Mountain recently, the volcano in it has not erupted violently. Based on past experience and tribal texts, it should not have caused such a large-scale beast tide. Could it be ......?"

"Elder Yu clan, Princess Mai Xiaoqi and Xu Yang outside ask to see each other. "The guards guarding the door of the tent came in and reported.

"Let them in. With that, Ram turned and sat back on the buckskin throne, his face calm and unrecognizable to show no panic.

Mai Xiaoqi and Xu Yang entered the tent.

"Xiao Qi visited his grandmother. Seeing that there was no one else in the tent, Mai Xiaoqi directly and affectionately called him.

"Meet my grandmother. Xu Yang said respectfully.

"Last night, the beast tide struck, and the efforts made by the two of you were seen by all the tribesmen. You guys did a great job. Xiao Qi, you are worthy of being the heirloom princess of my Caolu tribe. Xu Yang, you are a real grassland warrior. Ram nodded and said seriously.

"My grandmother, after communicating with the deer king in the beast herd in the deer language, I learned that this beast tide was caused by someone secretly planting the poison of the blood curse in the water source of the Heavenly Beast Mountain. It seems that it is deliberately targeting our grass deer tribe. "Mai Xiaoqidao.

When Ram heard this, his eyes lit up, he stood up from his seat, and the deer's head staff in his hand slammed into the ground, "Sure enough, I should have thought of it." After the Prairie Warrior Competition, I paid attention to and guarded against the movements of the Balu tribe and the buck tribe at any time, but I didn't expect it to be a beast tide. ”

"Grandmother, is the person who poisoned me really from the Balu tribe or the buck tribe?" asked Mai Xiaoqi.

"In the Luming Grassland, this kind of blood curse technique is a forbidden art. There are not many people who have the ability to do it, but the only one who can provoke such a large-scale beast tide to attack should be the patriarch of the stag tribe

Jia Ye is gone. Ram's eyes flashed fiercely.

After a pause, Ram continued, "Okay, you two have also been tired all night. Seeing that you are not injured, you should go back to rest quickly. I don't know what will happen in the coming days. ”

"Grandmother, you need to rest, too. You didn't take part in the battle directly, but you were busy all night in the tent. Mai Xiaoqi said with concern.

Xu Yang on the side couldn't help but nodded, and secretly praised in his heart: "Patriarch Ram is really a great person, in the face of such an emergency, he is not chaotic. If it weren't for her methodical command, last night's beast tide incident, the loss of the Caolu tribe would be much greater than this. ”

"Xiao Qi, what's the matter? Don't think that my grandmother and I are old. On the Luming Grassland, I, Ram, have never admitted defeat and have never been afraid of anyone. Ram said confidently.

Although Mai Xiaoqi was unwilling, he obediently withdrew from the camp because he did not make Ram angry.

Xu Yang followed Mai Xiaoqi back to the residence, and helped Mai Xiaoqi take a look at his physical condition. Seeing that his soul was unharmed, he was relieved to return to his place and let Xiao Qi rest alone.

"You use the ancient deer bloodline method, which consumes a lot of power, so you should still have a good rest. Xu Yang said with concern.

Mai Xiaoqi lay on the bed and obediently closed his eyes, and his long eyelashes closed a curtain.

After that, Xu Yang went back to where he lived.

Inside Xu Yang's tent.

Xu Yang took off the purple wine gourd on his waist and first took a sip of the Nightmare Beast Spirit Wine.

The spirit wine entered the abdomen, and it exploded into a fiery ball, and the powerful spiritual power filled every corner of the Xu Yang meridians like a tide of fire.

A moment later, the fatigue of last night's war beast tide was swept away.

The eighth rule of the drunkard, drink when you are thirsty and tired.

"Good wine, quench your thirst. ”

Xu Yang's gaze fell on the surface of the clay bottle on the table in front of him.

There is a bouquet of white and red stamen flowers in the pottery bottle, which was sent by Mai Xiaoqi yesterday morning, and it has bloomed for a day and a night, and it is still fragrant.

Xiao Qi told Xu Yang that the common name of this flower is Luwei Jian. White, like the tip of a deer's tail in a jump.

For Xu Yang, an alchemist, most of the heaven and earth spiritual materials on the Zhongyuan Continent, even if they had not seen it with their own eyes, had seen it in pharmacological classics.

According to the pharmacological classics, this flower is a special product of the Luming grassland in the southern region, called "the language of the deer", which is a kind of spiritual flower whose fragrance can refresh the mind and strengthen the soul, even in the Luming grassland, it is rare.

For Xu Yang's recovery, Mai Xiaoqi got up early before dawn every day, went to a far away place to pick this flower, and carefully wrapped it in a coarse cloth dipped in ice spring water, and then sent it to Xu Yang's room in good condition and in time.

Xu Yang looked at the "Deer Language" in the pottery bottle, as if he saw Mai Xiaoqi's smiling face.

"Little brother Xu Yang...... I see...... Xiao Qi will take care of Xu Yang's little brother for the rest of his life......" Yiren's words and face are still in front of him.

Xu Yang thought in his heart: "Judging from the current situation, the Caolu tribe is in trouble. I can't stay here, I have to do something for the Caolu tribe and for Xiao Qi. Just now, the Patriarch of Ram said that most of the beast tide this time is the patriarch of the Buck tribe who is behind the ghost, should I go to the Buck Tribe? But my skill is still recovering, and at the moment I can only control the magic weapon ten machines as the main means. Let's do what we can first, otherwise Xiao Qi knows that I went to the Bucks tribe alone, and with her temperament, she will definitely look for me. ”

With a judgment, Xu Yang left the tent house and joined the operation of repairing and reinforcing the damaged defenses of the Caolu tribe.

In front of the fence damaged by the beast tide, Xu Yang removed the damaged wooden fence and nailed a thicker wooden stake under the ground.

This couldn't be simpler for Xu Yang.

He urged the Aoki Spirit Body Technique to channel the power of the wood spirit directly into the stake. The stakes he had nailed to the ground were generally strong in their roots.

It didn't take long for Xu Yang to repair the fence seven or eight zhang away alone.

Suddenly, a sense of warmth rose inexplicably in Xu Yang's heart.

When he looked up, he saw a pair of jet black

Large, clear eyes were looking at him.

"Little brother Xu Yang. ”

"Little Seven. ”

The four eyes are facing each other, and the heart is sharp.

Through everyone's efforts, the tribal fence damaged by the beast tide was repaired before dark, and it was much stronger than before.

......

Night falls.

A figure quietly came out of the grass deer tribe, but it was the patriarch Ram.

Alone, Ram came to the back mountain of the Caolu tribe.

She cast a spell, clusters of giant intertwined thorns and rattans writhing to make way for a path. Turning around and turning around, I came to a mysterious place.

Eventually, Ram uses the staff of the deer's head to unleash the power of sorcery and open an enchantment.

Within the barrier, stands an obsidian monument.

The holy monument is tall and majestic, rectangular, and the top is carved with the totem of the grass deer tribe, which is a grass deer with hooves like stepping on the clouds.

The surface of the monument is engraved with the names of the heroes of the grass deer tribe of the past generations, and the list of names is very long, and behind each name there is a brave story.

This is the forbidden place of the Caolu tribe, and it is used to worship the spirits of the tribe and pray for blessings.

Ram stood in front of the black monument and was silent for a while.

"Warriors of the Caolu tribe of the past generations, your spirit in the sky should be safe. But last night, a thief used the art of blood spell to launch a beast tide to attack the grass deer tribe. As the tribal patriarch of this generation, I naturally want to give the thief a color, and my grass deer tribe is by no means easy to bully. ”

Ram held the staff of the deer's head aloft in one hand, urging her wizard power.

"The ancestors of the tribe, my blood is a sacrifice, and the gods are ......mighty in the past," Ram said in his mouth.

But seeing that Ram's face was cold, he bit the tip of his tongue, and a mouthful of natal soul blood spurted out.

The blood mist writhed, turning into a blood-colored deer, and swooped on the surface of the black holy monument opposite.

Buzz.

The huge black monument trembled, and the names inscribed on its surface emitted golden light patterns.

Without stopping for a moment, Ram waved the staff in his hand, and a green aura fell on the surface of the stone tablet.

Three of the warriors' names carved on the stone tablets wandered away. The shouts of warriors were heard, superimposed on each other, rolling like thunder.

Whoosh –

Three blood-colored spiritual lights flew out from the surface of the stone stele, like three blood-colored meteors speeding away in the southwest direction, and disappeared into the sky in the blink of an eye.

......

The southwest area of the Luming grassland is the territory of the buck tribe.

Different from the eastern region where the grass deer tribe is located, there are many peaks here, and the terrain is high, which is easy to defend and difficult to attack.

One of the most majestic peaks is called Stag Mountain. The stronghold of the Bucks tribe is located in it.

Inside the main hall of the cave on the mountain.

On a wide tiger skin throne, there was an old man in a black robe.

The black-robed old man wore a black blindfold on his face, and only one eye was exposed.

Without him, it is Jia Ye, the patriarch of the Bucks Tribe.

At this moment, Jia Ye was fiddling with a two-winged white snake in his hand. The two-winged white snake shows a tame attitude.

"This time the beast tide, the grass deer tribe has suffered a lot of losses, which is really a happy thing. Little one, you can go back to your master. ”

Jia Ye dragged it with one hand, and the winged white snake coiled in his palm, nodded again and again, and then spread his wings, turning into a white wind and drilling out of the door of the cave hall.

"It's dark, count the days, today should be sixteen, and the moonlight outside should be beautiful. ”

Jiaye was in a good mood, strode out of the cave, and came to the moon viewing platform halfway up the mountainside.

The silver plate hangs high, and it is the most beautiful treasure in the world. It throws out a silver veil of the day, and dresses the night quietly and brightly.

At this moment, three blood-colored meteors rolled in from the eastern sky, tearing open the silver veil in the sky.

The color of red is terrifying.

Jia Ye's eyes lit up.

What is it?