As the sun set, the entire Sword Spirit Tribe was dyed with a touch of blood.

The mountains and forests trembled, and the people of the left-behind tribes, who had become nervous because of this, suddenly became happy when they saw more than a dozen people carrying their prey out of the mountains and forests.

"It's Daddy, they're back!"

"Oh my God, so much prey, what a rare harvest. ”

When they saw those prey, everyone was shocked, these prey are usually difficult to deal with, especially the spider-faced monster among them, this big guy has never been seen by the children, but it is not easy to mess with when you look at it. The old men who had seen this monster when they were young were even more surprised.

When the hunting party approached the tribe with their prey, the tribesmen noticed the gloomy look on their faces, and realized that the number of people in the group was much smaller.

When the women who had husbands found that there was no one in the procession of their husbands, they immediately understood, and either sat on the ground, or held their children and cried, and the faces of the old people also darkened.

"Uncle Sean, where is my dad?" a child asked, looking at the child's innocent face, Sean choked up and couldn't speak, not knowing how to answer.

"It's good to come back safely, and bring back so much prey, you don't have to go out to hunt for a long time. The chief digressed and welcomed the people into the tribe.

Surviving in the cruel mountains, the people in the tribe are accustomed to seeing life and death when they are young, and they have learned to be strong.

"Chief, haven't you seen it, what have we all encountered in the mountains, monster corpses everywhere, footprints hundreds of feet long, abyss-like tail marks......" said a bald head who survived with an exaggerated and funny expression.

"It's still like an abyss, why don't you say a tail mark as bright as your bald head. Another interrupted.

Everyone was amused by the hilarious conversation between the two, which also dispelled the gloomy atmosphere a little.

"Hey, Roland, why are you in the team?" At this time, Hart noticed Roland, who was trying to shrink away from everyone's sight, and immediately caught his appearance.

"Eh, I said I happened to pass by, do you believe it?" Roland saw that the escape plan failed, and when he saw everyone looking over, he could only sigh and spread his hands.

......

“...... Ahem, that's how it happened. ”

When Sean recounted the journey along the way, especially when it came to the danger of the hunting team, Roland stepped forward to kill the arachnoid monster and save the hunting team, the people left behind by the tribe felt as if they were listening to myths, and looked at Roland with an innocent face in shock.

This...... The old people, women and children in the tribe and the young men left behind couldn't help but look at each other, with a look of hell, aren't you kidding, a five-year-old kid killed a powerful monster that even Sean couldn't beat with his bare hands?

But when they thought about it, Sean couldn't have joked about it, so was this true? Looking at Roland again, they couldn't help but shake their heads, still feeling unreal.

"Hahaha, although Roland is young, he is the first person in the tribe to fully master the heavenly magic. The Chief Elder smiled with relief, "This kind of talent, even compared to those tens of millions of people in the kingdom, is not much worse. ”

Everyone was excited when they heard this, such a genius, now there is also one in the Sword Spirit Tribe, only five years old can kill powerful monsters alone, and when he grows up, it is conceivable that the tribe will become more and more powerful under his leadership.

Anyway, although a lot of people died, this hunt was indeed very successful, with so much food, the tribe could hold on for a while, and from Sean's description, everyone could feel that something must have happened in the depths of the mountain this time, so it was best to avoid it.

Then the old chief led everyone to the altar, took out some of the game caught in this hunt and placed it on the altar, facing the rusty sword on the altar and began to pray, asking for the protection of the sword spirit and the return of the soul of the sacrificed warrior.

"I remember that the sword spirit in "Demon King, Don't Mess Around" is an NPC, right? and it is a majestic sword in stone, not a rusty ...... Iron sword?" Roland groaned slightly, but after thinking about it, yes, this is not a game world.

When the ceremony was over, everyone breathed a sigh of relief and at the same time happily prepared to carry the sacrifices on the altar, but suddenly their movements froze, and they looked at the changes on the altar in amazement.

The corpse of the half-spider-faced monster placed on the altar gradually dried up, turning into a floating white point of light and merging into the rusty sword, I don't know if it was an illusion, Roland felt that the rust on the rusty sword seemed to fade a little.

"Oh my God, Lord Sword Spirit has enjoyed the sacrifice, but it has never happened before. ”

The crowd exclaimed, their faces full of surprise, every time the sacrifice was placed before, the sword spirit had not moved, and many people even suspected that it was just an ornament, but they didn't expect it to move now.

Roland was also surprised, and couldn't help complaining: Hmm, this thing is actually alive, I always thought it was an ornament, could it be that the previous sacrifice did not meet its taste, or could not meet its requirements?

The old chief's mouth trembled violently, and he shouted tremblingly: "Lord Sword Spirit has appeared, why don't you hurry up and bring some more sacrifices!"

No one knew the origin of the Rusty Sword better than he did, but he remembered the events of that day decades ago, when he was a child.

At that time, it was the most dangerous time for the tribe, and it was attacked by the goblin tribe, and the spirit of the tribe was swallowed by the spirit of the other tribe, although it repelled the other party, but the tribe without the spirit of the tribe was like a thatched hut with a leaky wind, and it could be destroyed by powerful monsters passing by at any time.

Until that day, the heavens and the earth suddenly became dark, and a white wing hanging from the sky suddenly tore and rolled the fiery black clouds, stirring the thunder in all directions, as if fighting with something, and the white feathers splashed down and turned into thousands of pieces, causing the heavens and the earth to collapse, and thousands of living beings fled, like the end of the world.

At the end, a giant with six wings on its back fell into the sky, and then turned into a rusty sword and fell on the altar. Then the darkness receded, and the heavens and the earth returned to daylight, as if everything was a dream, only the rusty sword on the altar reminded of what had just happened.

Since then, the tribe has never been attacked by monsters.

Every time he remembered the scene at that time, the old chief felt his heart sway, only a few old people in the tribe knew about this matter, and the younger generation had not experienced it, and they all thought that the sword spirit was the spirit of the tribe that had guarded the tribe from ancient times to the present, of course, this understanding was also the result of the deliberate guidance of the old chief after discussing with several old people.

It's just that since the sword spirit moved into the tribe, it has never appeared, and the sacrifice that has been sacrificed every time has never been moved, and it is not until today that the sword spirit has reacted.