At this time, the Purple Flower Tribe was located in the southernmost part of all the southern tribes, and their location was even farther away than Harrom City, and the wind in the air even carried a salty smell of seawater.

It's a pity that Luo Ze has never been to the beach, and he only feels that the breath in the wind is special, and he can't identify the reason.

"Is it really okay to leave the Vulcan Sword here and not arrange for anyone to guard it?"

At this time, the patriarch of Purple Flower had some doubts in his heart.

"Don't worry, on the contrary, we must prepare to meet the divine messenger, and we must not make any mistakes."

Luo Ze heard the two of them talk about the Vulcan Sword and the greeting of the divine envoy, and his heart was a little moved, but he couldn't participate in the conversation to ask and discuss, he found that the people here couldn't see him at all, or he was actually in an illusion, and what he heard and saw was not real at this time.

"The most important thing to welcome the oracle this time, everything has been arranged by the priest."

The patriarch nodded.

Then, the hunting team of the Purple Flower tribe returned, they brought a rich harvest, everyone's face was full of joy, and the children ran to the gate of the tribe to greet them, a good scene of living and working in peace and contentment.

With this kind of life, it stands to reason that they should be reluctant to move away from their hometown, but every Purple Flower Clan has no complaints about going north to welcome the divine envoy, and their hearts are full of longing for life in the north.

They all know the meaning of the divine envoys, that is, the people who will bring knowledge, strength and abundance, as long as they successfully complete the tasks left by the gods, the future will only get better and better, even if they leave here, as long as everyone is together, where is not the life?

Roze had already guessed the identity of the group.

They are the earliest Purple Flower ancestors who have not yet moved, and the place they are going to is the current capital of the Southern Kingdom, the Purple Flower Territory.

Luo Ze's heart suddenly swelled with sadness.

This trip to the north was not as carefree as the carefree tribesmen imagined at this time.

They climbed over mountains, crossed rivers, endured the fatigue of the way, lost the patriarch and a third of their compatriots in the avalanche, and the young priest chose a new patriarch with tears in his eyes, and led the rest of the people on their way.

On the rest of the journey, they were attacked by beasts, losing half of their tribe and the priest being seriously wounded.

She was lying on a simple stretcher, carried by two tribesmen, the pain of the wounds torn by the beast was excruciating, and she was a teenage girl struggling to survive, she had not yet raised an heir, she could not die now.

Luo Ze could only stand aside and watch their struggle.

Until finally, after the little priest told a woman in the clan about the inheritance of some of the sacrificial altars, she finally passed away unsupportably, and after her death, her eyes did not close, and she still looked at the north worriedly.

Successive losses of compatriots, at this time the Purple Flower people have long lost the full hope when they left their hometown, the atmosphere in the team is dull, everyone is embarrassed, the rest of the journey, they did not encounter such a serious natural disaster, but the old, young, and weak people in the clan began to fall seriously ill one after another.

On this way to the north, there are compatriots with purple flowers buried everywhere on the roadside.

When they came to the Luli tribe, they were no different from refugees, and in the face of the contemptuous eyes of the Luli people, the Purple Flower people didn't have the heart to refute, even if they didn't flee in the first place, even if they once had a comfortable and prosperous life, so what?

They have all lost loved ones, and their hearts are scarred along the way.

The people began to wonder and regret that if they hadn't left their homeland, they wouldn't have ended up where they are now.

At that time, the only thought in their hearts was to welcome the divine envoy, and when they received the divine envoy, maybe all the difficulties would be solved.

The Purple Flower Tribe chose the current place to stay, which is the edge of the Southern Tribes' Landing Realm, and it is also the place called "the place where the stars land" in the inheritance of the Purple Flower Sacrifice Table.

But the oracle did not come, the stars did not fall, and in the first cold winter, the people were defeated by the bitter cold and again lost a large number of men.

The hearts of the people were also cold.

The new patriarch was a good young man, but he really had no experience in leading the tribesmen, he led the tribesmen to hunt in unfamiliar territory, and he could not get half the harvest as in his hometown, and in a hunting operation, he rushed to the front, and was bitten by a tiger on the waist.

The tiger shook it violently, and the patriarch broke his stomach and died on the spot.

The Purple Flower Tribe continued to decay, and the new priest died from a winter cold spell.

Before he died, the priest called an heir, wanting to pass on the legend of the oracle and the sword of the god of fire left in his hometown.

"The oracle will bring light, and the sword of the god of fire will cleanse all filth."

The inheritance of the sacrificial platform to this generation has been broken and scattered, many details can not be asked, the old people in the clan do not want to think of their hometown, and they do not want to mention the divine envoy, they think that this is the gods abandoned them and deceived them, this lifeless energy has accumulated from generation to generation, when Luo Ze was born, no one has heard of the name of the fire sword.

In the illusion, Luo Ze finished reading the past of the Purple Flower Tribe, and the Purple Flower Inheritance, which they couldn't find all over, turned out to be gradually cut off like this.

Oh, it's that god again.

Luo Ze clenched the knife in his hand, he guessed that the fog at this time, and the illusion he was in, were also the ghosts of that god.

The Purple Flower Inheritance is severed, and if the gods want to continue to use the inheritance to drive him to act, they can only show him history in this way.

But since the gods have such ability, why should they let the people of the Purple Flower carry such a heavy inheritance, for the sake of an ethereal legend, they left their rich hometown, and wandered all the way to the miserable.

And the divine envoy they finally greeted, the star that landed on the ground, was also forced to come here.

In the script of the gods, everyone is / manipulated, it turns out that Purple Flower is also a victim, and maybe there are other tribes, is their inheritance just to guide the right people to do the right things at the right time?

They are all marionettes, and the world is nothing more than a toy manipulated in the hands of the gods.

Thinking of Jun Qianqian, who was suffering from discomfort because of pregnancy, Luo Ze knew in his heart that if he couldn't kill this so-called god, then everything they had was nothing but nothingness, and it could be subverted at any time because of the god's preferences.

Outside the illusion, Mr. Mo looked at Luo Ze's hand holding the knife tightly, of course he could guess Luo Ze's intentions, and he couldn't help but let out a sneer in his heart.

Even though his strength is so weak, most of the Purple Flower Patriarchs happen to have the idea of killing gods.