"Haya, Ha Ku Bang Da ......" The ancient sacrificial music sounded, and on the holy mountain of the Western Barbarian City, a group of barbarian priests and elders knelt on the ground and worshiped the temple devoutly.

On the holy mountain, there are statues of the barbarian holy spirit, revealing the divine light in the light of the sun, which makes people involuntarily reverent.

An incomparably old man in sackcloth, with white hair scattered in a shawl, leaning on a skull and skeletal staff of a demon beast with two horns, prostrate himself on the ground, and chanted loudly to the statue of the Holy Spirit:

"O barbarian spirit, please protect the bloodline of our clan from the demon spirits and dark beasts. They are your most faithful servants, serving you forever, offering incense forever, worshipping the great Holy Spirit forever. ”

The barbarian tribesmen who were kneeling on the ground also chanted together: "O barbarian Holy Spirit, please protect the bloodline of my clan from the demon spirits and dark beasts. ……”

After the old man's devotion to worship, he stood up tremblingly with his staff, his old age made his every movement look extremely difficult, if he didn't pay attention, it would be difficult to continue.

Several barbarian young men behind the old man went up and stretched out their hands to gently support the old man.

"Hey, old, old. It's all the will of the Holy Spirit, and it won't be long before I'm going to serve the Holy Spirit. ”

The old man took a breath and said to the young clansmen who were kneeling down in front of him and praying with him: "I am old, and you will need to complete the inheritance of the clan in the future." Like all the priests of our people, you will guard your people until death. ”

Although his words were very light, they fell into the ears of these young barbarian inheritance barbarians in front of him, and they were extremely heavy.

Even on the Holy Mountain, the priests and elders of those barbarian clans looked at this old man, and their eyes were full of respect.

The barbarians of the young barbarians said in unison: "Follow the teachings of the high priest, if we are fortunate enough to become priests, we will protect our people until death." ”

The old man nodded and sighed. The young attendants helped him to sit down on a rock on the sacred mountain, and then respectfully stepped aside.

This old man, known as the High Priest, was the soul of the tribe despite his old age. His eyes were still full of wisdom, which made the young people reverent.

The old man looked at the young clan in front of him: "When I was young and the same age as you, I traveled a lot of places, went through hardships and dangers, and finally arrived at the Holy City of Tongtian, obtained the barbarian enlightenment, opened the bloodline inheritance, and finally became the priest of my clan. ”

Later, after the baptism of the Holy Spirit, he became a high priest. Hey, those were good years. But as the years went on, I could not escape the call of the Holy Spirit, and one day I would turn into a breeze and go to the temple to serve the Holy Spirit. ”

The old man glanced at the many barbarians in front of him, and said with kindness: "You are the hope of the tribe, and you are the future of the tribe. Like me, you will set out to the Holy City of the Alliance to find your own path. But this journey is extremely difficult, and you must be prepared to dedicate yourselves to your tribe and serve the Holy Spirit. ”

A young man in front of the high priest said, "High priest, no matter how dangerous it is, we are not afraid. Like you, we will overcome all difficulties and go to the Holy City of Tongtian to receive the Enlightenment. ”

"Good, good! They are all good children of my people. The high priest sounded full of joy.

"High Priestess, are we going to wait until after the Super Blood Moon? The attack of the dark beast is afraid that it will accompany us all the way. ”

The High Priest said, "Not only the Dark Beasts, but also the elves of the Demon Race and the Holy Spirit Realm will cause danger to you along the way. Many tribes were unable to reach the Holy City of Tongtian, and the priest lineage could not appear, and the lineage was slowly broken, and eventually declined or dissipated. ”

"I don't want the day when our Yuxuan tribe will also dissipate into dust in the vast years, and maybe only such a lonely statue of the Holy Spirit will be left."

As the High Priest spoke, he stretched out his withered finger and pointed to a mountain-like ape spirit in the holy mountain.

The ape statue stands proudly, looking at the sky, with an indescribable look of contempt and an indescribable heroic momentum. This ape statue is the tribal spirit that the Yuyu tribe has worshiped for thousands of years.

Standing in front of the high priest, these young barbarians of the inheritance of the Yuyu clan also looked at the ape spirit with reverence, and their eyes were full of worship.

The old man looked at the statue of the ape Holy Spirit, and said slowly: "It is the protection of the Holy Spirit of our clan that makes the bloodline of our clan last forever, you must always remember that you are the barbarians of the Yuyu tribe, the bloodline of the Holy Spirit of Yuyu, and the Holy Spirit of Yuyu is the king of the hills, the Holy Spirit of heaven and earth." ”

"We dare not forget, we will always be the clansmen of the Ruxuan tribe, the proud bloodline inheritor of the Holy Spirit of Ruxuan!" The barbarians of the young barbarians, full of fanatical ways.

The old man nodded in satisfaction. The surrounding priests and elders also seemed to be extremely satisfied with these barbarians.

"Watching the barbarians in the clan grow, there is hope that the Yuyu tribe will continue to prosper."

"Yes, it would. Speaking of which, the high priest has put a lot of effort into the barbarians of the tribe, and hopes that our clan will inherit it and pass it on forever. ”

Occasionally, priests and elders would secretly communicate privately.

"Although the barbarians of the Eagle Clan and the Black Ridge Clan are more numerous than our clan, the old man dares to guarantee that none of the barbarians of our clan are weaker than the barbarians of their two clans."

"Oh, elder of the Shensu clan, have you ever seen the barbarians of the two clans?"

"Well, last time, the old man of the clan went to the two clans, but he had the opportunity to secretly observe the situation of the barbarians of the two clans. Rest assured, the barbarians of our clan are slightly superior in terms of the purity of their bloodlines and their own strength. ”

"When you say that, I'm relieved. Come to think of it, our Yuxuan tribe can still maintain the status of Xiban City. ”

"Hey, although my barbarians are better, there are some things that are hard to say. After all, the high priest is old, and I am afraid that he does not have much life, and the time to protect my clan is limited. ”

“……”

The high priest of the Yuxuan tribe sat on a rock, mingling with the barbarians of the tribe and checking their homework and practice.

A young barbarian said to the high priest suspiciously: "High priest, I use the protection of the clan spirit, but I can't borrow mana, I can't perform spells, and I ask the high priest to solve my doubts." ”

The high priest coughed and said, "The magic is only a stub for us priests. Remember, we are servants of the Holy Spirit and all mana comes from the Holy Spirit. Your piety is more important than your cultivation, don't abandon your roots. ”

"Yes, High Priest, I have made a note of it." The young barbarian said respectfully.

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