After Cole handed everything over to his son Poke, he retrieved specific information from his granddaughter.

After receiving an affirmative answer, Cole and his granddaughter avoided everyone's eyes, quickly wrote the paperwork in animal skin, and stuffed it into the back of the bamboo rat tied to the back of the basket. And let the little bamboo rat sniff the wrapped ancestral vessel that he had kept for many years and had begged from the old priest of the Howling Wind Department when he was young, so as not to smell on the animal skin that was contaminated with dust.

"Xiao Duo, this matter is a secret between grandpa and you, don't tell anyone about it!"

In the face of Cole's teasing, Bu Duo opened his big moist eyes and asked very innocently: "Grandpa, can't you even talk about it when your mother asks?" ”

"No, you can't!"

When he said this, Cole's face was very serious.

"Oh, why not, Grandpa? Is grandpa doing something bad? ”

Cole, who felt tired of dealing with his granddaughter more than dealing with Ver's old fox, said with some tiredness in his heart: "Yes, grandpa is doing bad things. I'm going to sell Xiao Duo! ”

"Don't, Xiao Duo is very well-behaved. Grandpa, don't sell Xiao Duo! ”

Regarding his granddaughter's coquettishness, Cole instantly doted on Bu Duo and whispered in her ear: "Of course Grandpa is reluctant to sell Xiao Duo, this time he is buying back a little husband for Xiao Duo!" ”

"Grandpa, you're bad!"

Budo, who was teased by Cole, tried to struggle, and suddenly broke free of Cole's arms that he was holding tightly, and walked in the direction of his home.

Soon after, the little bamboo rat, which was very distinctive, unconsciously searched for the taste of memory and found Cuenca shaking a tambourine on the hill.

As the chief priest of the clan, Cuenca's spiritual sense is very sharp. After the little bamboo rat delivering the letter entered his perception, he already knew that something was coming.

When he found out that it was just a small bamboo rat, he glanced at it suspiciously, and then removed the animal skin from the bamboo basket he went north.

After reading the above content quickly, Kunca, who was relieved and ecstatic, excitedly summoned the warrior on the side and asked him to call the patriarch over. After giving the order to this warrior, he asked another warrior to fetch something to eat and entertain the little hero (bamboo rat).

Soon after, Hel, the patriarch of the Howling Winds, with the warriors who had gone to invite him, eagerly found Cuenca, who was still shaking the tambourine.

"Priest, do you have anything to do with me?"

After waving his hand and signaling the warrior leading the way to retreat, Cuenca handed the hide from the bamboo rat's back basket to the patriarch Hel.

Quickly glanced at Hull on the side, first laughed excitedly, and then asked a little suspiciously, "Could this be a trap?" ”

"Traps? Not really. After all, judging from the content revealed in the letter, it is still very easy to verify. However, the Kol patriarch of the Fire Department is bold enough. Unexpectedly, I want to take this opportunity to remove the cancer in the clan. ”

Facing the main priest Kunka, whose tone was still indifferent, Hull asked thoughtfully: "Do you say that the patriarchs of the other five major tribes also have the same thoughts as Cole?" ”

"Maybe there is, or maybe not. Patriarch, instead of thinking so much. It's better to take a city first. If what Patriarch Cole says is confirmed, why not help him? Assuming that it is a trap, according to our strength, as long as no more than three large tribes encircle and suppress us together, victory will belong to our Howling Wind Division sooner or later. ”

It's no wonder that Kunka is so proud, he really invited the ancestral weapon, and he is sure that he will not fall behind with one enemy against two, or even with one enemy and three.

"Well, I'll let the scouting warriors of my clan scout around and make a decision. Before we do that, how about we hold our ground? ”

Unlike the chief priest of the other six clans, the Howling Wind Clan, which still maintains the tradition of the chief priest and apprentice, will consult him on everything if he sincerely respects the chief priest.

"When it comes to warfare, Patriarch, you are more proficient than me. It's up to you to decide, and I'm only responsible for protecting the warriors of my clan from harm. ”

Facing the humble Cuenca, Hull smiled helplessly and said to him, "Okay, just do what I wanted." If they really want to cut off the cancer in their clan, I will also help them with the friendship formed by our ancestors. ”

"Then thank you Patriarch! I have a hunch that the more of us there are, the more we will help the Destiny Warriors. It is better to kill less, or to kill less! ”

When the little bamboo rat, who was full of wine and food, was leaning on his belly, the spies of the Howling Wind Department who were in charge of the investigation had also returned and began to report to the patriarch Hel and the chief priest Kunka.

"Patriarch, the situation we have detected is basically consistent with what is written on the animal skin."

After getting the exact answer, the two of them looked at each other, and their eyes showed excitement. You must know that once you win over the Fire Ministry, your side will have the ability to fight two or four, and when the time comes, as long as you move faster and take down another tribe, you can at least form a situation that is on par with the other four tribes.

"Cuenca, in order to avoid long nights, let's reply to Patriarch Kohl as soon as possible!"

Cuenca bowed his head and said to Cole, who was gearing up, "Then, you can let Cole make a request." As long as the other party's request is not excessive, for the sake of the Destiny Warrior, we can appropriately agree to some of his requests. ”

In the face of the 'loser' behavior of his own main priest, Hull didn't care at all. Sometimes, the more you give, the more you get. As long as he waits for the arrival of the Destiny Warrior, I believe that he will not let himself and others suffer.

Asking the warrior to fetch the skin and pen, Hull wrote down what he had discussed with Cuenca in a different form on the skin, and tied it to the basket of the little bamboo rat after writing.

Looking at the little bamboo rat that had eaten and had not yet digested it with a human grudge on his face, Cuenca shook the tambourine in his hand with a smile. And a little bit of magic is attached to it.

With the addition of these magical powers, the belly of this little bamboo rat not only disappeared quickly in a visible state, but also turned into a transparent body after the original brown body turned around twice in place.

"Go ahead, bring this to the guy who wrote to us!"

Seeing the little bamboo rat disappear, Cuenca shook his head with a smile.

And Cole, who was anxiously waiting in the clan, finally waited for the little bamboo rat to deliver the letter.

Seeing the little bamboo rat that had become somewhat unrecognizable, Cole held it in the palm of his hand and observed it carefully, then took out Cole, who had replied to the letter, from the bamboo basket behind him, and ignored it.

Seeing the promise in the hide, Colton was overjoyed. However, he was not overwhelmed by the hidden greed in his heart, and he first wrote his guesses on a new animal skin, and then only asked the Howling Wind Priest to help him rebuild his tribe's ancestral heritage.