"Those foreigners were caught?"

"Impossible, they have that terrible power, how can they be captured by the tribe?"

"Agoura's power is bottomless, maybe it's his ....."

"Can Agoura move the door of the Holy Mountain?

"How so, what are we going to do now?"

The herdsmen of the snow-capped mountains were a little at a loss, and among them was a boy holding a white stone, about the size of two fists, not rounded, but full of edges and corners.

"We're going to the tribe. ”

An old man stepped forward, his eyes shining with determination, and he was hunched up, and when he had said this, he never spoke again.

"Are you really going! The shaman will humiliate us, it's all over, I thought that those foreigners had the power to help us get out of the predicament, but.... But.... How so?"

A big man clutched his head and screamed in pain and sorrow, and many began to speak, thinking that they should not go to the tribe again, but should turn around and return at once now, so as not to be blamed by the shaman in the tribe.

Since those foreigners were arrested first, they have no contact with them, this matter is a transaction, in the eyes of the herdsmen, these foreigners are too confident in their own strength, and now they are caught by the tribe, and there is no way to do it.

"Grandpa said, we're going to the tribe!

Suddenly, a man coughed, and stood up at this time, angrily scolding everyone, even the horses were a little alarmed, and the herdsmen stopped discussing, and one of them spoke, and his voice was full of dejection: "Elder, we ..... Don't go. ”

"Where to go now is just to humiliate the shaman, or even to be questioned......

"Ask sin, ask sin, ask what sin?"

The man suddenly became angry, he stamped his foot, and angrily rebuked the herdsmen:

"We exchanged this token of immortality with the foreigners, and asked them to force the tribe to bow their heads, in exchange for the opportunity to get out of the snow mountain, and sign a note on the ancient contract, but now we don't need it, if you don't go this time, you will never be able to leave the snow mountain!"

"It's time to break the shackles we have set for ourselves! Even if we were at fault, hundreds of years have passed now, and all sins should be paid off!"

The elder said angrily: "Didn't you already let those foreigners teach you your strength before, after such a long time of training, you can't beat Agoura one-on-one, won't you go together!"

When these words were spoken, someone's face suddenly changed: "Elder, but, rushing up is an insult to the duel....."

"Bullshit insult duel, you can't beat him in your life all the time, I ask you guys, do you want to get out of the snowy mountains?!"

"Rules, everything is rules, rules of bullshit!"

The man straightened up, and his body was so tall that it made the rest of the herdsmen feel a little frightened.

"Very good, those who want to go to the tribe with me now are ......"

Here he spoke, but in the next moment, the desolate sound of trumpets echoed across the grassland.

Majestic, ancient, magnificent, that is the voice from thousands of years ago, echoing under this blue sky.

However, this is only the opinion of the steppe and outsiders.

For the herdsmen of the snow-capped mountains, the sound of the horn is extremely familiar and unforgettable.

It's like a ghost horn that signals the gathering of tribal warriors.

"Whoa-la-"

Countless figures were moving, riding horses from all directions, and they were all tribal warriors, standing in the sun, accompanied by shadows, waving their weapons and fighting with pride.

"Warriors of the clan!"

Some of the herdsmen were shocked, and the elder's face changed sharply, and he waved his hand directly: "Get on the horse, get on the horse!"

Whether it is to negotiate or flee on the horse, they and others have a chance, if these tribal warriors indiscriminately rush up and capture them, then they will become prisoners and have no capital to negotiate on an equal footing.

The elder thought so, and just as they had turned over and mounted their horses, the warriors of the tribe had already narrowed the encirclement, and at this moment from the inside of the steppe, in the smoke, came an old horse, and immediately sat an old man, who was the old shaman.

"Su He, I haven't seen you for a long time, you look like you can live for a few years. ”

The old shaman rode over on an old horse, and the herdsmen of the snow-capped mountains immediately felt like they were facing a great enemy when they saw him, and among them, the person who had been called Grandpa by the elders raised his head and greeted the old shaman.

"The Pine Shaman of the Day..... Long time no see, Suhe greets you. ”

Grandpa Su He's tone was very respectful, and his age was eighty years old, twenty years younger than the old shaman, but now it seemed that the old shaman seemed to be the younger party, and Su He was an old man who was about to enter the earth.

This is mainly because of the spirit of the person, the old shaman stands in front of outsiders, and no one will know that he is already a hundred years old, because he is not like it at all, at most he looks about sixty.

The old shaman opened his mouth to Su He, not giving him face at all: "I exchanged the token of Immortal Heaven as a bargaining chip to outsiders, do you still have the face to call me a shaman?"

"Su He, you sinful vein, you are really hopeless, are you counting on those foreigners? They did bring us a crisis, but the heavens also brought a powerful warrior here, your wish was disappointed, and now those foreigners are tied up in the sheepfold next to my tent!"

The old shaman spoke, his tone was full of anger and rebuke, and Su He bowed deeply: "Lord Shaman, the immortal heaven has long ceased to exist, we want to get out of the snow mountain, out of this place of sin, but with our own strength, we can't do it, only to ask for help from outsiders, this is the only way." ”

"Even if this makes it difficult for the grassland tribes to accept, but I think that if this stone is completely destroyed, then the grassland tribes will never have to worship this useless god in the future...... As you know, there is no such thing as immortality. ”

He spoke in astonishment, his calm face was resolute, and the old shaman narrowed his eyes: "Are you serious? To break the rules of four hundred years? Do you want to wash away the sins of your ancestors and walk out of the snowy mountains?"

He opened his mouth, then spat out the words.

"Dream your big spring and autumn dreams. ”

The old shaman sneered: "The great sins committed by the ancestors, the descendants must have the obligation to repay, not to mention that you are the herdsmen of the snow-capped mountains who have signed a contract, and you will have to be trapped there for generations, and if you want to break the contract, you can! Pull your ancestors who signed the contract out of the soil and stand in front of me, and you can be free!"

He narrowed his eyes and looked directly at Old Man Su He.

"Otherwise, everything is a fantasy. ”