With a bang, a beautifully carved wooden cup was slammed to the ground, and a hole opened to the end, but its doom was not over, and a big foot fell from the sky, trampling it to pieces. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

"Damn, damn, damn!"

Patrick, the water collector, roared furiously, and the female slaves around him huddled in the corner of the house tremblingly, not daring to move, lest they irritate the water collector and be dragged away to worship the river god.

"A bunch of bastards, get out!"

As if pardoned, the slave girls picked up their clothes and fled from the room in a hurry.

Patrick was already out of anger, he didn't expect that in just a few days, those damn Dorland folks would actually do such a big thing! Two tribes that have been enemies for generations actually hooked up together, what is this, professional pimping?

You've become guests, but what about me?

As long as the Citadel continues to fight against Yanoma, it must keep drifting, it must face the constant threat of reefs in the river, and it must rely on me, the great and unique occupier who can predict the location of the reef!

But you bastards screwed everything up!

Damn wood for food, damn Citadel settlement plans, damn water nurseries, damn tribal alliances!

The Citadel must not leave the river! These dark believers must die!

Patrick gasped for a while, the blood in his eyes receding, and he began to think calmly about what to do.

No, now that the status of the dark believers in the two tribes has skyrocketed, and their own strength is not weak, it is not advisable to harm themselves once the assassination fails.

Sowing discord is a huge benefit that can be sought, and with the appreciation of the chiefs of the two tribes, sowing discord may not be effective.

Where are their weaknesses?

Patrick paced the room with his hands behind his back, and suddenly, his eyes fell on the statue of the river god in the corner, and his heart moved.

River God?

Dark believers, you tempt people to fall, how can the river gods be indifferent?

The two chiefs are fighting fiercely with you, and your children have even joined the Cult of the Dark God, and the river god will inevitably condemn you!

Then, as long as you find an opportunity, in an instant, the whole situation can be turned around! Everything you do will become the cornerstone of my ascent to the pinnacle of glory!

I need a plan, a chance!

Just then, the guard knocked on the door.

"What's the matter?"

"Venerable Master Shui Diviner, while patrolling the river, our men caught a raft and two people who claimed to be envoys sent by the Atlas Kingdom. ”

"Atlas?" Patrick shuddered, unlike the stupid chieftains and elders of the wild and uncivilized tribes, he still had some understanding of this ruthless country that had fought with Doland for hundreds of years, "They have reached here? Damn! Isn't there enough to do?"

Thinking of this, he said loudly: "There has never been any Atlas here, it must be a liar, sacrifice to the river god!"

However, they say that the High Priest of Kuruma of Atlas sent a proclamation to all the tribes to help him catch the dark villains and traitors who tarnished the light of the sun god. ”

"Dark Villain?" Patrick stood up in surprise, "What Dark Villain?"

"Ten days ago, a group of dark villains from Dolander attempted to murder the High Priest of Kuruma and King Curantino, and fled into the jungle with the traitors of their tribe. High Priest Kuruma hopes that the tribes will help him catch these villains, and the tribes who provide clues will gain the friendship of Atlas. ”

Patrick's eyes lit up suddenly: Atlas, that is the most powerful country in the southern jungle, if he can get Atlas's support, his status will definitely rise to the sky in one step! Thinking of this, he hurriedly asked: "When the messenger came, did any of the chieftain's people see it?"

"No, they were caught by the brothers who were patrolling the river while they were swimming against the current, and they were brought into the fortress in the cabin of the boat, without talking to anyone along the way. ”

"What about the chief and the other elders?"

"The chief and several elders were talking to the Dark Emissary, not knowing what to talk about. Some of the other elders are busy, and some are upstream and have not yet returned. ”

Patrick's eyes sparkled more and more: "You go and fetch the messenger immediately, and don't let others know." I'm personally receiving, well, personally!"

The guards were ordered to go, and in a short time the messenger came.

The envoy was a young man in his twenties, with a bear's back and a knotted muscle, and a mukawit with a sharp obsidian blade hanging from his waist, and stood in front of him, with a youthful and heroic majesty that was almost untenable, and behind him was an equally young slender man with an obsidian dagger pinned to his waist. Both of them were heavily painted with oil paint on their faces, exposing their chests, and the saber-toothed tiger stripes on their chests were lifelike, as if they were going to choose someone to eat.

It's actually Atlas's saber-toothed tiger warrior!

The two entered the door and saluted him respectfully: "Servant and messenger of Curantino, the great king of Atlas, son of the sun god, lord of Dallas, sincere greetings to the executor of the will of the river god, the honorable High Priest Patrick!"

Seeing that the two messengers were so respectful, Patrick smiled from ear to ear: "Two, two, you have traveled thousands of miles to the residence of the people of the river god, and you have worked hard all the way, please sit, please sit! I don't know what the names of the two are—"

"My name is Latte, and this is Mocha," the envoy said, taking a small wooden pole from his waist and holding it to Patrick in both hands, "There's something here, please look at it at the High Priest." ”

Patrick took it, confused.

The envoy said: "This is the messenger's seal, in order to avoid someone impersonating, all messengers have such verification measures, please twist in the opposite direction." ”

Patrick carefully pinched the ends of the woodpipe with both hands, and gently twisted it in the opposite direction, the wax seal in the center of the woodpipe broke, revealing a small hole, and suddenly a strange fragrance was filled, and a gentle golden light shot out, which turned into a small sun at a height of more than one meter, and the sun turned into a galloping horse, and then turned into countless scattered golden points of light and dissipated.

If it weren't for the smell still surrounding the tip of his nose, Patrick would have thought it was a dream.

It's amazing! To be able to make an alchemy mechanism so delicate and small, a big country is really a big country!

If you hug Atlas's thigh, what are you afraid of?

He couldn't help asking, "This seal is so exquisite, it is impossible to be so perfect unless it is a great country! It has both worship and respect for the sun god, and the vigorous spirit of a galloping horse—what is its name?"

"The high priest said it well, because it is to verify the identity of the messenger, so it is called the verification horse, and because it contains both the sun and the horse shape, it brings justice and power to the messenger wherever he goes, and it is also called the sun and you horse. ”

"Perfect, perfect, just perfect!"