Looking at this familiar sky, Morrowind found that the aura diffused in the air here seemed to be a little different, he was sure that he was not dead, and he took another country, but this world is indeed different. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

His bones seemed to fall apart, his neck could not move, he could feel himself moving forward, but it was not a carriage, he did not know what was pulling him forward, and he also heard a moving song around him from time to time, he could not understand what was sung in the song, probably an ancient language.

When I woke up, Morrowind thought to himself, but no one could give him an answer, because he couldn't speak, his current physical condition couldn't even complete the movement of speaking, and worse, he was very clear, he had forgotten everything, except that he only remembered that his name was Morrowind Honglu, and he had no memory of everything in his mind before waking up.

There is nothing more tragic than a person forgetting himself, Morrowind tried to recall, but he just couldn't think of anything, he didn't dig out any memories in his head, and there was no pain to prove that he had lost his memory because of his head injury, and the person who sang next to him never seemed to pay attention to him, he woke up for so long, and only occasionally heard the sound of the man running out quickly, and it didn't take long to run back and occasionally sing, but the other party didn't once come to him to see, this person who didn't die- How can you be saved if you are dead, and now that you are dead, are you dead?

The Wind Trail Tribe is in the northern part of the Falcon Plateau, which is the spiritual home of the Beast Spirit Clan. The morning wind was pulled back by the snow lions, and before they reached the tribe, they could see many circular felt tents supported by netted strips of wood, weathered stone pillars standing in the grass to worship the gods, and beautiful wild snow lions.

The most striking feature of the tribe is a coming-of-age ritual site decorated with buffalo bone columns. Every young beast spirit must prove himself to be an excellent hunter here in order to gain the approval of the clan and become a true warrior.

"Grandma Promi, I'm back. A pleasant female voice sounded beside the morning wind, this is the person who accompanied him all the way here, a young beast spirit woman she stood at the entrance of the tribe, was waving at an old beast spirit, the smile on her face, filled with a thick peace and tranquility, she was tall, the clothes made of animal skins protected all the parts that were easy to be scratched by thorns, the exposed skin exuded the smell of the sun, the ears were very high, and they were longer and larger than ordinary people, but they were completely different from the elves, the whole look, full of wildness, and such a hunter was needed to catch prey in the Falcon Plateau。

"Ned, you're running away again, and I can't spare you this time. "Promi is one of the chiefs of the Fengji tribe, although there is also a big chief, but that has almost become a legend, the new generation of Fengji tribe warriors rarely know the big chief, in this context, the chief is the most prestigious person in the Fengji tribe.

"Grandma Promi, don't be in a hurry to spare me, you see, I brought back a wounded clansman who even lost his tail. Ned was very agile, and she ran up to Promi, pulling one of her arms and swaying it.

"Oh? I'll take a look. Naidra walked slowly to where Morrowind was lying, along with Promi.

It was up to the chief in front of him to decide what Morrowind would do, and he couldn't understand the conversation between the two, but he heard the footsteps of someone approaching.

"That's the man, but she's too thin. Ned's sweet voice came, and although Morrowind couldn't understand the content, he also enjoyed the beautiful melody.

Promi crouched down and reached out to touch Morrowind's body, it was an old hand with many scars crisscrossing it, only the old men of the Fengji tribe knew what kind of glory these scars represented.

"Well, it's a very serious injury, except for the head, there are almost no bones in the whole body, and it's a miracle that you can survive this kind of serious injury. Promi stood up and said slowly.

"Grandma Promi, you must save him, he was lying alone in the field when I found him, surrounded by vultures. Morrowind could hear anxiety in the woman's voice, even if he couldn't understand what they were saying.

"Don't worry, the beast spirit will not abandon any of its clansmen, and our Fengji tribe inherits the ancient tradition in this way. Promi patted the back of Ned's head and said.

"That's great, thank you Grandma Promi. "Ned is as lively as an elf, with a smile on his face.

"You take him back, just recuperate at your house, you will take care of the clansmen you brought back, and I will bring you medicine later." Promi returned to her felt tent, presumably to get her medicine.

"Hey, you're awake! Grandma Promi is willing to take you in, little one, don't be afraid, my sister will take care of you." After Promi left, Ned leaned over to look at Morrowind for the first time.

Morrowind also saw this beast spirit that brought him back for the first time, unexpectedly beautiful, perfect body, a rough and wild beauty hit Morrowind's eyeballs, but there was one thing that bothered him.

Am I a little guy? How small am I? Morrowind whispered to himself, he didn't remember everything, he didn't know why he could still think normally without memory, he didn't remember what he was supposed to be, but he always felt a little uncomfortable with the little guy.

"......" Morrowind opened his mouth, but couldn't make a sound.

"You are seriously injured now, don't talk yet, my sister will take you home. Seeing this, Ned stared at Morrowind and said.

Morrowind couldn't understand any of Ned's words, but he felt very comfortable with the palpable kindness.

"Toothboy, let's go back. Ned patted the snow lion in front of him, dragging the straw mat where Morrowind was lying again.

After that, Morrowind remained awake, and he was placed in a corner of the felt tent, lying on a soft animal skin, under which was supposed to be something like hay, during which Promi sent medicine for the wound, explained something, and left, but Morrowind could not understand a word anyway.

"Little one, Grandma Promi has sent a medicine for injuries, this medicine is miraculous, and it has saved many beast spirits injured in hunting. Ned walked towards Morrowind with a large earthen jar, and in his other hand a nearly transparent strap, but Morrowind saw that it was also a hide.

Morrowind quietly watched as Ned walked up to him, "Alas, you're so thin. She repeated what she had said outside the felt tent before.

"You're still young, but it's rare for you to do this. Ned carefully took off Morrowind's shirt, his solid chest exposed to the air.

"It's still **, and I don't know if it will grow out. Ned's face was worried, and she pressed one hand against Morrowind's chest.

"Huh?" What does the Morrowind Difference grow?"