In the natural refuge near the coast, many simple houses have been built in Vloster, and the air is filled with the salty smell of the sea breeze and the smell of campfire smoke.

The tribe was quiet, and most of the men had gone out, while the dark-skinned women, with knives with hooked blades, sat in groups of three or five, patiently polishing the grinding stones, polishing the blades to a crisp finish. The women of Veloster are just as fierce as the men, carrying knives close to their bodies, and when conflicts and disputes break out with other tribes, they will also swing their knives at the throats of their enemies if they have the opportunity.

He silently stared at the woman who was sharpening the knife and the cold light on the blade, and coughed a few times.

Pepp is the leader of this remote tribe, because he has been to the Golden City, and his knowledge is much higher than that of the ignorant tribesmen, the greatest city of all time, it is the center of the world, the crown of Villeste.

The soldiers there wore bronze scale armor, long-snouted helmets with forged copper teeth, long red cloaks, and rode camels high on jeweled saddles, and it was said that each of them had been blessed by the god-king Artuso, and ten soldiers could defeat a tribe.

The low wolf gasp was like thunder.

The people all turned their heads to look at each other, and then they prostrated themselves and shouted, "Prophet." ”

The huge white wolf with a low breath was a man in a black cloak, and his hood covered his face, and he sat on the white wolf, without twisting his neck to look at the crowd.

He walked forward slowly, stopped and bowed his waist before the white wolf bared his teeth, paused, and stepped forward again until he came to the wolf's head, and said respectfully, "Prophet." ”

Only then did the man in the cloak react, his gaze swept through the hood over the face of the cap, and said in a hoarse voice: "You are very powerful, among the dozens of tribes fighting in the Black Sea, you are the only one who has captured a prisoner alive. ”

"Yes." "But we don't understand the language of the Sea Clan, so we can't communicate and interrogate him. ”

"That's why I'm here." The Prophet lifted off his black cloak, revealing his shiny bald head and painted dark body, and jumped down from the wolf's back: "Where is he?" ”

"He's waiting for redemption." He said, turning around and shouting, "Kaman." ”

There was a sound of shutting in the tent, and after a while Pu's companion came out with a man bound in a vine, and left him still in front of the wolf's head, looked at the captive with disdain, bowed down to greet the Prophet, and then left.

The captive's mouth was jammed by vines, and when he saw the huge white wolf in front of him, he let out a whining sound.

"Let him go." The Prophet said.

The captives immediately jumped up and ran away, but unfortunately there was a big gap between their physical fitness and the natives of Veloster, and they were caught up and kicked in the knee and fell to the ground before they ran two steps, and were dragged back by the dagger by the captive.

"$^*&%......" The captive roared with a hideous face, and then he glanced at the prophet and signaled that this was the case, although he could guess from his expression that what the other party said was not a good thing, but the language barrier made it difficult for them to communicate with the Sea Tribe.

The Prophet nodded, took Pep's dagger, made a small cut in his finger, dipped it in blood, and drew a circular spell on the damp and soft ground at his feet, and then forcibly separated the captive's arm, drenching his blood on the charm.

“*&%。” The captives were still cursing, but halfway through the words became: "Foolish and ignorant Velostan natives, you have no idea what you are up against, and when the true power of the Empire arrives here, you will all be reduced to blood and mud under the rolling iron hooves." ”

"Empire, what is it?" The Prophet asked with a blank face.

"Can you understand what I'm saying?"

The captive asked in horror, and then suddenly realized that he could understand what the other party was saying, and he subconsciously looked at the strange charm on the ground, and the blood was gradually sinking into the dirt and disappearing.

It's magic. His eyes widened, this must be magic! The Empire's intelligence is wrong, and Vloster can also use magic! And some of these natives already know how to use magic!

"Empire, what is it?" The strange natives covered in paint in front of him continued to ask.

"The empire is our home."

"I see." The Prophet nodded, equating empire with tribe in his mind, and then asked, "Sea people, we have lived peacefully with the sea for thousands of years. Why are you here this time? ”

"Sea Tribesman ......"

The captive was silent for a moment, and then said: "There has been a great change in the sea, and we can no longer survive, and we are eager to carve out a new home on the earth. We came with friendly goodwill, and it was you who attacked us first. ”

"The land is ours, and if you want to live on it, you should ask us for permission before you can land." The Prophet said.

"It was our mistake." The captive bowed his head and admitted: "This is a misunderstanding, if you agree to let me go back, I can convince our leader to apologize for the previous mistake, I think we should have a good talk." ”

……

Twenty minutes later, both of them suddenly found that they could no longer understand each other's language, which meant that the spell was invalid, and the Prophet motioned for someone to take the captives down, and then walked out with the escort.

"Is what he said true? Prophet. Companion asked.

"Some of them are true, but most of the key points are false, do you remember what he said at the beginning?" The Prophet shook his head and repeated the captive's words in the Celesterian language: "Foolish and ignorant Vellustrians, you have no idea what you are up against, and when the true power of the Empire arrives here, you will all be reduced to blood under the rolling iron hooves. ”

"By native, he should mean 'we'."

"Without those fiery iron pipes, their bodies are as ridiculous as weak old men." He said disdainfully: "You want to occupy the land with all this? The warriors of the Golden City are not afraid of those things at all,"

"Nope." The Prophet lowered his voice: "Disaster is coming." The leader of the Adoya tribe, do you remember the story that we have passed down from generation to generation? ”

"You mean God-King Artuso? Of course I do. ”

"What about Eggon?"

"The most formidable enemy in Artuso's life, it is said that Artusso fought with Igon for thirty-three years, but was still unable to defeat this terrible monster, and finally had to borrow the power of iron and fire to build 8,000 chains, and then barely locked Igon away, and then used the strength of the Akmondo clan to continuously strengthen it, and finally expelled Igon and sealed it into the eternal deep sea."

He recounts the story he has known since he was a child: "But aren't these legends? ”

"Not a legend."

The Prophet said, "The elders of the temple have received the revelation and Igon has awakened. It spent 100,000 years in the icy depths of the sea, vowing to pay back to Artuso's descendants hundreds of times the iron and fire it had suffered, as evidenced by the weapons used by these Sea People. ”

"In the time to come, it will drive its minions to sow fear and blood on the earth, and eventually, when Igung's mountain-like body descends on the earth, the whole world will be flooded, and that will be the end of the world."

"How can we stop it?" Companion Pop trembled when he heard it.

The Prophet shook his head: "No one can stop it, whether it is the master of the Golden City or the elders of the temple, everything that mortals have done is in vain, this is the end we are destined to meet." ”

"It is only when the world is flooded that the god-king Artusso will appear, wage a thirty-three year war with Igung, and then seal it in the sea, ushering in a new era."