With George's personal promise, the crowd in the middle of the venue began to stir, and after a short silence, most of them chose the Wind Clan.

Since you can have both fish and bear's paws, what is there to hesitate about?

The strength of the Wind Clan has long been obvious to everyone; The freedom of the Wind Clan circulates on their wings, which represent the vast sky; The joy of the Wind Clan is to mercilessly kill the enemy!

For the dark creatures who are the strong, death and cold-bloodedness are their eternal themes. The happiest thing is to always face only the death of the enemy!

And that's what the WindClan can give them. To be precise, it was the gods of the Wind Clan who could give it to them.

What they have to pay is absolute devotion to God - not freedom!

So what else is there to consider?

Of the original more than 3,000 hesitants, only more than 300 people remained, still holding their heads in place to seek their own choices.

Quest's eyes lit up at the sight. He never thought that the biggest weapon, freedom, would be taken lightly by the other party, and then he stabbed himself in the body!

Looking at the more than 4,000 people kneeling on the opposite side, looking at the more than 1,000 people on his side, Quest was secretly frightened, and even felt a little discouraged.

According to the current situation, even if the Wind Clan does not come forward, those families who have returned to the gods will be able to beat themselves to pieces!

"Don't worry, my friend." It was the pterosaur Lenka who spoke, and he walked over and patted Quest lightly on the shoulder:

"George's old fellow said that the WindClan wouldn't embarrass us. As for the rest of the families, can they still cause harm to the powerful Pterodactyl family and the werewolf family? ”

That's right! Quest finally let go of the boulder in his heart and became a little lighter:

"Thank you, dear Mr. Lenka! Now, our entire Quest family is fearless again! ”

A strange light flashed in Lenka's eyes, and he smiled softly:

"And, of course, us!"

…………

Ten minutes is fast in the air.

In the center of the venue, there were still more than 100 people who could not make a choice.

"It seems that you do not want to be loyal to the gods, nor do you want to fight for so-called freedom. So," George quietly looked at the more than 100 people in the audience with frightened faces, and said coldly:

“…… Then, from tomorrow before the sun rises, you would do well to leave the North American continent. Otherwise, no one can guarantee your safety! ”

Nima, I don't want you to play like this! We just want to get the abilities of the Wind Clan, and we just want to get unfettered freedom. But it's just a little late to hand in the papers, and he was actually exiled by the entire North American underworld?!

George looked to the right and asked lightly:

"What do you think, Patriarch Quest?"

The head wolf looked gloomily at the sparse "wall-riding faction" in the middle, and he also hated it in his heart: Lao Tzu still has to fight bloodily, maybe it will be the end of a horse leather shroud! You girls, don't do anything, just want to take advantage of Lao Tzu and pick Lao Tzu's peaches?

"Patriarch George, for these people who have no faith, I hope they dare to stay in North America!"

George nodded, and waved away. Since then, these more than 100 creatures have had to leave their homeland and wander around.

Therefore, it is really a very sad thing to have no faith!

…………

After dealing with "traitors from all over North America" (Degaroff's phrase), Quest turned to look at the stage:

"Dear Patriarch George, may we leave?"

This was his test: Will the WindClan keep his promise and not disappoint their opponents?

But the answer is always unexpected.

"Dear Patriarch Quest," said George, whose face was suddenly stunned, and then smiled quickly:

"Please wait!"

Quest's heart sank, was this the rhythm of breaking his promise and going to war against himself?

"Oh no, no, no, honorable Patriarch Quest." Still smiling, George gestured to the night sky to the northwest.

"I'm waiting for them to come back."

Quest was shocked and stared.

Under the shadow of the moon hanging west, in the sparse clouds, a faint figure loomed, flying rapidly towards here.

"It's the Wind Clan who went on a mission earlier!" Quest was taken aback:

"They came back so soon? Or is it not going far at all, just waiting for yourself to fall into the net? ”

George smiled slightly, shook his head slightly, but said no more, just stood silently on the stage.

Like a flock of migrating geese, the WindClan formed a herringbone formation in the dark night sky, flying rapidly. Their wings, which constantly circulate with seven-colored light, adorn the entire night sky like a dream, and it is extremely beautiful!

"It's so beautiful!" Zhao Feifei looked at this rare gorgeous scenery in a daze, and muttered:

"Such a beautiful race can only be my subordinates. And I, I must be their queen! ”

Han Feng, who was drinking wine with Erlang's legs crossed on the bed, suddenly lit up when he heard it!

"What a good idea, why didn't I think of it before? O Queen! ”

While speaking, the crazy brother aimed at Zhao Feifei:

"Let's play the Queen's game once in a while! Haha, I like this. This is a must-have! ”

Tang Yue'er covered her mouth lightly, glanced at him amorously, and said with a smile:

"What a big masochist!"

Someone's eyes immediately widened, and when he lost the cup, he smiled darkly:

"You know how big it is? Not bad, promising! I'm optimistic about you - how about playing a maid's game with you next time? It's a lot of fun! ”

…………

The diligent WindClan had just returned from afar, and they had no idea that they had flown past their masters. There is only one reason why they are in a hurry:

Come back early and see the deity in your heart sooner!

-- I heard the patriarch say that the master is going to improve everyone's abilities tonight!

Although it was not difficult to land normally, the returning Wind Clan still chose the airdrop method, flew over the high platform in turn, and dropped the huge pockets they were carrying one by one, and then landed lightly and quickly integrated into the Wind Clan camp.

All the pockets were unbuttoned, and after being thrown to the ground in free fall, they suddenly spread out, bursting out with waves of blood.

Some things are even more difficult to roll to the ground with the effect of inertia.

It's a human head!

"Poor Buttrolinsky," Degaloff sighed inwardly at the sight of the familiar face:

"That's the price of the wrong choice! May your soul rest in peace! ”

Quest and Lenka stared at the heads all over the ground in astonishment, and the night wind brought a familiar and intense bloody murderous aura.

What does that mean?

WindClan, are you finally going to do it?