At ten o'clock in the morning, the sky was clear and cloudless, and the bluestone department was located.

The old witch doctor, Qing Zagu's eyelids trembled, and his mood was diametrically opposed to the weather.

His smile was stiff, and his tone was dry: "Guest, our bluestone department does not produce wind elixirs. ”

The Elixir of the Wind is more valuable than the Red Heart Grass, which is not produced in small quantities, and there are other places on the mainland that can be cultivated.

But the secret recipe for the Wind Elixir is in the hands of those big tribes, and it is not passed on.

Small tribes like the Bluestone Tribe, if they need this potion, they have to buy it from the big tribes.

Wren didn't care about so much, and the smile on his face was very bright: "Inventory, you always have some reserves, you're welcome, I know you can't sell that thing."

I have a good heart, your tribe has just suffered the loss of giants, and the money to buy the potion should be donated by me to you for reconstruction after the disaster!

Not much, just three bottles, I will pay a sky-high price of 50 gold coins, no change! ”

Wind Elixir is hard to come by in the market, and it can usually be sold for 200 gold coins a small bottle, and it may not be possible to buy it.

Looking at the, feel-good about Wren, Suzanne reached out to cover her lips with her palm so that she wouldn't laugh out loud, and the scholar Dennis wanted to roll his eyes when he heard it.

Taking a deep breath, the old witch doctor was so angry that he had a little myocardial infarction, his face turned red, and finally he nodded helplessly.

The bluestone department has lost the ancestral spirit, and he has also summoned carefully cultivated insect ants before, and has used the hole cards, and the chief has been severely injured and has no combat power for the time being.

With only the surviving 7 first- and second-order totem warriors, he couldn't stop Rennes, whose strength was still above Iron Fist Ugo, not to mention that there was a very powerful [druid] on the other side.

If the strength is insufficient, it can only be reduced to fish meat on the chopping board and be slaughtered by others.

Seeing that he agreed, Wren grinned and handed the money bag to the old witch doctor Zagu, which contained only 350 gold coins.

A hundred red heart grass only gave 200 gold coins, and three bottles of wind potion 150 gold coins, if it was a normal transaction, even if it wore out the skin of the mouth, without more than 1500 gold coins, it would not be able to take it at all.

"Zach, take the guests to trade items." Holding the money bag that was a little light in his hand, the old witch doctor Zagu was empty in his heart, and his tone was very depressed.

A totemic warrior with thick eyebrows and big eyes approached, and he beckoned Wren to walk towards the warehouse to the west of the tribe.

It was probably Wren who saved the bluestone department once, and Zach was quite polite, of course, he didn't know much natural language, and he didn't know that the old witch doctor was blackmailed and hemorrhaged once.

After Wren and the others left, a dark-skinned boy ran over, and he looked at the old witch doctor in confusion: "Lord Witch Doctor, why do we want to make a deal with them?" The gold they give is simply not enough! ”

The old witch doctor touched the child's little head, the little boy was very talented, and he was one of the candidates for the next witch doctor, and he could understand most natural languages.

"This result is not bad, at least the bluestone department is still there, and he finally gave some money." The wrinkles on Zagu's face stretched to reveal a kind smile.

"Outsiders have invaded our land and killed our people...... All are bad people and deserve to be damned! ”

The little boy said in a deep voice, and there was hatred in his eyes that should have been childish.

Sighing, the old witch doctor shook his head: "Child, don't be carried away by hatred, distinguish between the two groups.

You can't be an enemy of all outsiders, because we have more terrible enemies than foreigners, like the ogre......"

At the mention of the man-eating monsters, the little boy looked terrified.

A few months ago, ghouls plundered people on the plains, and some of them attacked the Bluestone Division, and he had seen ghouls eat people, it was a nightmare.

Zagu looked at the little boy with a frightened face, sighed leisurely, and remembered that half a month ago, he went to participate in the Kangao Witch Festival.

At that time, the patriarch of the ancient totem tribe of three thousand people (in the culture of the Kangao people, only the leader of the large tribe can be called the chief, and the small and medium-sized tribes are called the chief. And the Great Witch Doctor was there.

They say that since the outbreak of the Ghoul Rebellion a few months ago, more than a dozen small tribes have perished, and the casualties and losses caused are even greater.

They made it clear that they should strengthen ties with foreigners, suppress contradictions and hatred, exercise restraint, and tide over this wave together.

For this reason, the patriarch of the Primordial Stone Department (one of the three ancient totem tribes of the Kangao people) has gone to Wisteria City, the capital of the Farolan king, to visit Carl Moldred, the director of the 7th Bureau, to ask for help.

In short, the ghoul chaos this time is very deep, far from being as simple as it seems, and the undercurrent is turbulent, and the Kangao people can't support it a little.

"Child, foreigners are human beings anyway, and the descendants of those devils regard us as ants!"

The old witch doctor Zagu's weather-beaten face showed a hint of exhaustion, he didn't like those greedy and sinister foreigners, but the demon descendants were more dangerous.

He taught the little boy, who nodded as if he didn't understand.

Time passed slowly, the sun was three poles, the sun was scorching the earth, shining so bright that the yellow sand was shining, and the fresh palms were still standing, like a group of green guards, guarding this ancient land.

Wren carried a black cloth package on his back and said goodbye to the scholar Dennis, who had already achieved their goal, but the scholar would stay to investigate.

He gave 10 plants of Red Heart to Dennis, and wanted to give him a vial of Blast Elixir, but he refused.

Because Dennis had once received this potion from a friend, it was one of the reasons why he was curious about the Kango people.

"Mr. Scholar, we are going back, do you know the way back?" Suzanne asked.

Dennis smiled slightly: "Don't worry, I've already walked once, and I've made marks on the plants along the way."

In two days, I'll run away as soon as I'm done with the inspection, after all, I've offended the Skeleton Gang, and you'd better get out of here as soon as possible. ”

Leaving some kind of imprint on plants is also one of the abilities of the druid profession.

Wren smiled mysteriously when he heard this, and patted him on the shoulder: "Don't worry, you don't have to run away, the ghost hand won't live long, and you will soon hear about his death."

Looking a little surprised, Dennis looked at Wren for a moment, "That's why you want to take Ugo?" ”

Fist Ugo wasn't dead, but he was badly wounded, tied up, and fed a lot of anesthetic.

The other captives Wren ignored it, but he brought Ugo with him, so he naturally had his plan.

He was going to do something at next year's Izumi Zhiyan, but now there is a great opportunity in front of him, and he certainly won't miss it.

"That's right, I'll be blunt, if you follow me these days, you can make a windfall." Wren said confidently.

Scholar Dennis lifted his glasses, shook his head, and said very calmly: "No need, I'm not short of money!" ”

Damn, Wren pouted: "Forget it, I'll give more to my female secretary, she can't afford cosmetics anymore, and looks at me with a resentful face all day long." ”

Suzanne gave Wren a blank look, revenge, she had no worries, and she was already planning to mess with him.

The two waved goodbye to the scholar, and with Ugo in brown, they turned and walked out of the tribe.

At this time, the scholar Dennis suddenly spoke: "Remember, after killing Marcelo, leave the Pugni Plain quickly!" ”

"Don't worry, I know very well that this incident is just a prologue."

The Ghoul Rebellion is no longer as simple as a ceremony to promote the Grand Duke, and maybe it is the opening ceremony of a new era.

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