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The swordsman had no hunger and couldn't eat, so he could only silently watch the grandfather and grandson eat a dinner that was extremely simple in the eyes of the swordsman.

Compared to the afternoon, the old patriarch was talking to himself. The conversation between dinners was much more harmonious. Maybe it was the old man's words that untied the knot in Prajna's heart, or maybe it was the sadness of facing life and death. Prajna's attitude towards his grandfather has softened a lot.

"Pranya, rest early. Grandpa won't send you tomorrow, grandpa is waiting for you to come home in the tribe. ”

After dinner, the old patriarch told Prajna again, and finally said.

"Well, grandpa, you have to take care of your body. ”

Prajna nodded lightly and said.

Both of them knew in their hearts that this time they might be a parting of life and death, and they would never see each other again. War is brutal, and every war involves countless casualties. The last time the Great God of Chiyou fought with Emperor Yan, their tribe went to three hundred and two people, but only three people came back in the end, and everyone was injured. The remaining 299 people, including Prajna's father and mother, and the high priest of the tribe, did not survive.

Will Prajna be one of the lucky ones to survive this time? The old patriarch did not return to his house, but went straight back to the temple, kneeling in front of the statue of the great god Chiyou and praying silently. Pray that the great god Chiyou can lead the Jiuli tribe to victory in the war, and pray that his granddaughter Hanruo and the rest of the clan can return safely.

The next morning, the sun had not yet risen. Prajna came to the exit of the village early. There were already quite a few people waiting for her. There were high priests of the tribes, and there were chosen warriors.

Prajna searched repeatedly among the crowd of people seeing him off. Sure enough, Grandpa didn't come. If you can't tell if you are lost or what.

"Prajna, patriarch, he has been kneeling in the temple since last night, and he has not gotten up until now. ”

The high priest saw that Prajna's expression was downcast, and his eyes kept searching the crowd. He knew what Prajna was looking for. So he walked to Pranya's side and said softly to her.

Pranya was stunned when he heard this. Turning his head in the direction of the temple in the village, he looked in the direction of the temple. She didn't speak for a moment, and then she suddenly fell to her knees and kowtowed three times in the direction of the temple. Then get up and turn back. The first to take the lead and left.

The clansmen who wanted to follow Prajna and leave also learned the same as Prajna, kneeling on the ground and kowtowing. Then he turned and followed behind Prajna.

The old patriarch kneeling in the temple seemed to feel something, and he knocked his head down heavily, and then fainted. He was old after all, and a night of prayer had drained his mind.

No one spoke along the way, and the team of hundreds of people walked together in twos and threes, and everyone did not speak. The sorrow of leaving home hangs over everyone's heart. It hadn't been long since the last war between the Great God of Chiyou and Emperor Yan, and their tribe could no longer gather the hundreds of people they had last time. Except for a little girl, everyone else was young and middle-aged. In addition to the old, weak, sick and disabled, this manpower in the early 100s is the entire combat strength of their tribe.

They all knew that this was probably the most important battle. The outcome of this battle will determine who will decide who will decide this vast area of land in the future.

"Pranya, are you all proficient in your magic skills?"

High Priest Lian Bo asked, walking beside Prajna. Lian Bo is not very old, and if it weren't for the war, the high priest of each tribe would basically be the oldest priest. However, the original high priest of their tribe, Lian Bo's master, died in the last battle, so he took on the position of high priest when he was just middle-aged.

"It's fine. ”

Prajna replied. Because my father and mother died in the war, Prajna hated war very much. Therefore, all the divine arts she practiced were blessing classes, and she only knew about the war part, but she had never seriously cultivated them.

"Prajna, you only learned the blessing magic with me before, but we are going to the battlefield this time, and it is not enough if you only pray for the blessing magic technique. On the battlefield, you saints are an important auxiliary force in addition to our sacrifices. Not only do you have to use the Blessing Spell to add all kinds of beneficial status to our warriors, but more importantly, you need to bless them with magic such as the Light of War. ”

Lian Bo said seriously.

Prajna knows that the 'Light of War' is a very effective magic on the battlefield, which can greatly improve the abilities of the person being imposed. The duration is related to the caster's strength. Although the vast majority of the 'light of war' that the sacrifice can inflict does not last for a particularly long time, war is brutal. Even if you receive one second more divine blessing than others, it will be the second that determines the outcome of the battle.

Prajna nodded silently. She had never thought that she would go to war one day, she thought that her life was just to use the magic of blessing to drive away evil spirits for the people of the tribe, and sing the 'hymn of life' to heal the injuries and illnesses of the villagers.

The reason why she resisted the magic of auxiliary war was because her father and mother died because of the war. But since she learned yesterday that she was going to the front, she began to practice the magic that she used to resist, because she didn't want her comrades to be killed or injured because of her own reasons.

Although she knew almost all the various types of divine arts, she had not seriously cultivated them after all. If you participate in battle, I am afraid that you will be able to provide little help to your companions. But the good thing is that there are still many days to go along the way. She had plenty of time to learn from Lian Bo.

Prajna is still very confident in his ability to learn and comprehend. You must know that there are not many people in the entire Jiuli clan who can sing the 'hymn of life' completely, not to mention that she has just turned twelve years old this year.

"Prajna, you are extremely gifted, the most gifted person I have ever met. If you are willing to study hard, the first saint of the Jiuli clan will definitely be you in the future. ”

Lian Bo said. He was very uncomfortable with letting him teach Prajna to cultivate divine arts as an elder, because after all, he couldn't sing the 'hymn of life' completely. This made him feel ashamed when he faced Prajna.

"If you don't want to be the first saint of the Jiuli clan, you just want to help the great god Chiyou defeat the enemy, and then return to the village to live a peaceful life with everyone. Uncle Lianbo, I will trouble you to teach Prajna during this time. ”

Praruo bowed and said lightly.

They were going to a place called Zhuolu. The oracle sent down by the great god Chiyou indicates the place of the assembly.