Marseille and De had packed everything up, and Cecia followed, the voices of Marta scurrying around them, appearing and disappearing.

The direction in which they walked was the direction of Samael.

"What are those animals on Samael?" Cecia uses her mind-reading skills to communicate with Marse.

"Stealing beasts, I told you."

"Those are the stealing beasts?" Checia couldn't help but remember that not long ago, the stealing beasts had been surging densely on Samael's body, and the feeling was very uncomfortable for her.

"The stealing beast itself depends on Samael to survive, to be precise, a relationship of coexistence."

"Coexistence?"

"Yes, just like us, around Samael, like our race, relying on the Samar Patron Saint, there are nearly twenty tribes, you can also see, around here, there are unknowns and dangers, our people, generations rely on Samael to continue, although there are some barriers with other races, but as long as we don't meet, we are still safe."

"That," Checia hesitated for a moment, "you never thought of what you would do if Samael wasn't there?" ”

"Samael is the god of the land, and it is impossible for him not to be there." Marseille didn't look back, giving Cecia the impression that she didn't seem to be sure, but also seemed to be sure.

Marse's petite figure moved nimbly from jungle to jungle, and De's figure waited not far from Marse's side, sometimes leaving a shadow and waiting not far away.

Cecia had been following Marse, and in front of her, she had been keeping an eye on Marse, because she had found that if she only paid attention to Marse's energy body, she would find that it would be with the jungle and could not be tracked at all.

She had to keep her eyes on Marse to make sure she didn't lose it.

"Where are we going?" Cecia asked.

"Back to the tribe." Marseille back.

Cecia's gaze quickly glanced ahead of Marse, the three moons had shifted their positions, the largest of which was still above her head, but slightly behind her.

She could only vaguely discern Samael's huge figure, and there was no way to calculate the distance for a while.

However, with Marse's speed, she was sure that it would not take long to reach Marse's tribe.

This aroused her strong interest, and she imagined that there were tents of all sizes in the open space not far away, full of humans like Marseille and De.

The people in the tribe should communicate well with her, after all, their way of communication is to use mind reading.

The exchange of mind reading, there are no lies between each other.

If she could meet the Elder, she should be able to ask about the electronic channel.

She had never regained hope as she had ever done at this point.

She hadn't been here long, it wasn't her destination, and she was too eager to go back, even on Earth.

Cecia's eyes were fixed on Marse, and she noticed that Marse's speed began to slow down, and even De was waiting not far away.

Marseille stopped completely, and De returned to Marse's side.

The little martas were whispering and uninterrupted, and they could be felt that they were all around, neither advancing nor showing their faces, but constantly moving around them, very fast.

Cecia sensed something was wrong, and she slowly walked behind Marse.

"Something isn't right." Marcel turned his head and glanced at her.

"What's wrong?"

"De said the tribe is gone."

"Gone?" Cecia wondered, Duc's mind reading was not open to her, she didn't know any of Der's thoughts, and she didn't know how he managed to communicate only with Marse, but instead isolated her.

"Yes, the Horde is gone." Duc's consciousness suddenly burrowed into Cecia's mind, as if in response to her previous thoughts.

Cecia looked at De, who didn't look at her, "What do you mean?" Is it the tribe that has migrated, or what? ”

"All the people of the tribe are not there." Tak pointed ahead.

Cecia looked at him again, and she felt that she had to see with her own eyes to understand what he meant.

She crossed Marseille and took a few steps forward.

At first, she didn't notice anything wrong, but soon, she noticed something different.

Her previous imagination was entirely her own thoughts, and it was precisely because of her imagination that her vision was wrong.

She understood.

She was already in the tribe of Marseille, and the trees around her looked exactly like everywhere she passed, except that she saw that the branches of the trees had not changed at the bottom, and that there were rattan beds or tents above, which were hidden between the branches.

If she hadn't seen that there were no fallen leaves around the place she was, she wouldn't have thought of looking up.

The tribes of Marseille and De are here, and they have a clear boundary around them in order to show their territory, and that is the land, and the land of the tribe is clean, and the black and red land is bare on the surface, and there is nothing else.

Even the fallen leaves were much less than in the rest of the jungle, and the boundaries around them could be clearly seen, and on a stout tree not far away, there was a totem that looked like a human being, and the eyes on the totem were round and open, and Cecia felt very familiar.

She suddenly realized that the totem was Samael, and those eyes were the same ones she had looked at before.

Marse's tribal totem almost replicated Samael's eyes.

Cecia understood what Tak meant.

The Horde is gone.

Yes, people are considered tribes, and if people are not there, no matter how many things are left, it can only prove that people have lived here, but it does not mean that this is their tribe.

"Where did they go?"

"I don't know." Marcel crossed Cecia, and she expertly climbed up the tree.

The low-end branches provided her with easy climbing, and her figure did not jump and walk through the trees.

Instead, de stayed with Cecia, who just watched Marse silently.

"Why don't you go up?"

"That's a woman's right." Tak replied.

"Women's rights?"

"Yes, only women can live on it," De looked up at Marse, "and children. ”

"What about you men?"

"On the ground." De patted the tent he was carrying behind him. "We want to protect them."

Only then did Cecia understand why Der carried it with him, and that no matter where Marcel was, he was always silently in front of her, escorting her.

"Marcel shouldn't have followed me." Cecia noticed that Tak was a little lost and happy.

"Why?"

"Hunting is a man's responsibility, she insisted on following me, and now, the tribe is gone, and we are been..."

"I found this." Marcel jumped from the tree in front of the two.

In her hand, there was a round black stone, or a piece of metal.

Here, Cecia couldn't tell what the elements were here, because what Marcel was holding in her hand, she couldn't tell what it was made of.

"How can the tribe migrate?" Tak asked suspiciously.

"I don't know, it should have something to do with Samael's anger, we have to act as soon as possible." Marseh crouched down, and the Martas sprang out of nowhere and gathered around her, scrambling to sniff at the round object.

"We've got to hurry." Marcel carefully put the thing away and said to Cecia.

Cecia nodded, and the little martas scurled past them, running forward until their figures were once again hidden in the darkness.

The three of them followed the Martas in the direction of Samael.