The next day, in the open land under the tree of their homeland, all the members of the Omatykaya tribe gathered here to witness a new change of tribal power. Pen fun and pavilion www.biquge.info

Fang Yan stood on a makeshift platform, looking down on the stage. Behind him, the newly subdued Phantom mount flapped its wings from time to time, scanning the Na'vi in the audience with a fierce gaze.

Not frightened by the fierce eyes of the Phantom Beast, all the Na'vi present knew that this Phantom Beast was the mount of the great "Toruk Knight" and the great "Phantom Knight" Lord Sean, and would not harm them.

The tribal legends that have been passed down in their ears since childhood tell them that the Phantom Knight is the most powerful warrior, the guardian of the tribe, the hero of the Na'vi.

As long as the Phantom Knight is there, no matter what danger the Na'vi clan encounters, they will be able to survive it safely.

"Yes, no wonder Lord Sean has such great strength, it turns out that he is the legendary 'Phantom Knight', the hero of our Na'vi!"

These Na'vi people, who had long been conquered by the force of dialects, looked at the eyes of dialects at this moment, and they were even more reverent.

When the tribal chieftain Itukon saw this scene, while sighing, his heart was completely dead.

The hearts of the tribe are no longer in their own hands, this Lord Sean, first defeated the tribesmen one by one with absolute strength, and then appeared as the legendary "Phantom Knight"-

Even himself, don't you have to surrender?

After a brief but solemn handover ceremony, the dialect became the new leader of the Omatykaya tribe.

Looking at the two people who appeared in front of him in a kneeling posture representing the salute of surrender, Fang Yan finally couldn't help but show a smile on his face.

The energy he had expended to subdue the Phantom had not been wasted, and despite the great cost and even the risk of his own life, the reward he could get was as generous as he had envisioned.

Scattering the clansmen, Fang Yan reached out and helped the two up. I still have a lot of places to use them in the future, and I don't need to be too humiliated.

"What is this?"

After taking the scepter from Itukon's hand, Fang Yan received another stack of leather scrolls from Moya. I took a look at it casually, and the overly abstract pictures on it made Fang Yan frown.

"This is the secret of the inheritance of the Omatyakya tribe, the recipe for the soft nail elixir."

Seeing Fang Yan's eyes glancing at him, Mo Ya immediately stepped forward to explain.

"In addition to the soft nail potion, there are also golden oil, death venom, and sacrificial dance......" even Mo Ya couldn't help but have a hint of pride on her face when she said this long list of names.

"It is precisely because of the existence of these inheritance secrets that the Omatyakaya tribe will be called the largest tribe among the Na'vi tribe, and it can occupy this land closest to the Holy Land for hundreds of years without any tribe that can replace it!"

As soon as I heard the dialect, I immediately became interested.

This soft armor potion should be the purple powder that Sukka used when dealing with the armor of the Death God Beast...... Golden oil, dialect guess probably the pale golden grease he had seen at the bonfire that day......

As for the other names Mo Ya said, Fang Yan had never seen anything about it, but it should be a strange item similar to it.

I stared at these carefully, and I didn't know what kind of creature's fur was used to tann the leather rolls, but no matter how the dialect observed, I couldn't see from the abstract lines that there was any recipe for the potion.

He flipped through the other scrolls and found that they were also drawn with very abstract lines. Aside from the fact that the sacrificial dance could barely make out something, it was impossible to make out the contents from it.

The dialect was a little helpless, but he also knew that the Na'vi had only developed to the stage of tribal civilization after all. Although they now have a mature language, they have not yet produced a systematic written language.

"Ahem, Moya—"

Fang Yan coughed softly twice, although he was a little embarrassed, but he had to open his mouth in order to know the content of these inheritance secrets.

"You can repeat the contents of these scrolls to me in words."

A trace of doubt flashed in Mo Ya's eyes, but in an instant, she seemed to understand something, revealing a look of understanding. She didn't say anything more, and since she had decided to surrender to the dialects, it was only natural for her to hand over these inheritance secrets to him.

So Mo Ya then repeated the contents and dialects of those inheritance scrolls in as much detail as possible.

The dialect silently took these contents to heart and began to deduce the authenticity of them.

However, because a large part of the ingredients in these formulas are species unknown to the dialect, he can only secretly write down their names and test the effect of the formulas himself later.

However, in the eyes of the dialect, Mo Ya should not fool herself with fake recipes. After all, even their entire tribe is ready to submit to the dialect, what could be more important?

After completing the handover of the Secret of the Tribal Heritage, the dialect returned the scepter representing the tribal chieftain to Itukon.

"In the future, the daily affairs of the tribe will still be in charge of the two of you, and there is nothing important to bother me."

Seeing that the two of them were still talking, Fang Yan waved his hand and said, "I'll give you a list later, which contains some resources I need, including some plants and minerals, you remember to find someone to collect them all." ”

"Of course, all I need is something very common, and I won't risk the lives of my tribesmen."

"After all, everything has to come first in the inheritance of the tribe, doesn't it?"

Itukon and Mo Ya both glanced at each other, and a hint of surprise flashed on their faces. The dialect's request was much lighter than they had originally expected, and the two naturally had no reason not to agree.

Fang Yan smiled lightly, but soon he frowned again at what Mo Ya and the others said next.

"Lord Sean, after you take over the tribe, you still need to go to the Holy Land to make the pilgrimage to Our Lady, which is a tradition that every tribe of the Na'vi must observe."

As the spiritual leader of the tribe, Mo Ya, in addition to being in charge of the secret of inheritance, the most important task is to be in charge of the tribe's sacrifices.

Fang Yan pondered for a while, feeling that Eva's threshold could not be avoided, and it happened that he also wanted to find out the details of Eva, so he readily agreed to Moya's proposal, promising that she would leave for the Holy Land tomorrow to make a pilgrimage to the Virgin Eva.

When the two left, Fang Yan couldn't help but think silently.

"Eva ......"