The makeshift ceremonial stage, full of tribal characteristics, is surrounded by flowers, like a flat boat in a sea of flowers, wandering in the lively and jubilant crowd. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

Ding Qiang walked to the side of the ceremony stage, took out a spirit crystal, took it in the direction of the head array, turned on the holographic photography, and reached out to take the letter of appointment of the head of the sect in Yue'e's hand, quickly signed the name of the head of the sect on it, and put it in the storage ring. A dodge jumped onto the stage of the ceremony, Jing Yuan implied, and said in a voice that everyone in the square could hear: "Everyone, today is a day worth celebrating...... immediately attracting everyone's eyes to him.

As he spoke, he pointed his gesture to the thirty-six people who came out of the training room, and everyone followed his gesture to look at the trainees who had been watching before, and saw that these thirty-six people were standing still at this time, standing like pines and cypresses, and their spirits were agitated, and the blood in everyone's hearts couldn't help but surge.

"It's only been a few days of training, and these people are like being reborn, and the owner is really a very human being!" said an old man in the crowd who couldn't help but give a thumbs up.

"Yes, thanks to him in the tribe, otherwise our old bones would have been thrown into the wilderness, how could we still have a comfortable life like today. ”

Just when these old people of the tribe were praising him, Ding Qiang was on the stage and after introducing the students, he warmly invited the old priest Ang Sange to take the stage.

"You can preside over the ceremony, what are you calling me a bad old man to do?" As soon as he got on the stage, the old priest complained, but looking at the smile, Ding Qiang invited him up, and at this time he was very useful, and even the wrinkles in his eyes bloomed with happy folds.

"I'll say a few words to everyone first, and when you're done, yours will give them a certificate of appointment as the head of the sect. From today onwards, I will reduce the burden on you, and in the recent past, it will keep you busy. The old priest glanced at the young man, and the meaning was obvious, "You kid only remember my good coming?" However, after rolling his eyes, he immediately smiled and signaled the young man to hurry up, "If there is a fart, let it go!"

A little sycophant dissipated a lot of the resentment of Ansanger who had been busy all morning.

"Okay, I'll just say it. The young man crossed the old sacrifice and stood in front of the ceremonial stage, looking at the growing tribe, his heart was turbulent, and he couldn't help himself.

"The old people of this tribe, can you still remember that two years ago at this time, we lived a carefree and happy life in the mountains of Central Bhutan, how prosperous the tribe was at that time, how prosperous the people were; however, on that bloody night, we were forced to leave our original homeland, and since then embarked on a road of escape, which is also a road of death, every day, there are brothers and sisters who leave us forever..."

"It was all blood, did we provoke anyone? No, just because we were tribesmen, and according to that ridiculous prophecy of the Empire, all of us had the worst nightmares. The young man couldn't help but be indignant, "This is a conspiracy, this is a high-sounding massacre!"

"Why do we have to let them be slaughtered?" said the young man, his eyes looking around at the silent crowd of the tribe, and then he said, "Are those powerful people born with the right to kill us? ”

"They are all people with two shoulders and one head, why are they born with the right to decide our future fate, who gave it to them, is it for us?" When the young man said this, his emotions couldn't help but get excited, and a young man at the bottom shouted in response: "They are nothing! No one gave them the right to this shit, they robbed us!"

"Yes, they robbed us!" a group of young people echoed the words of the young hero leader of the tribe.

"You're right, they robbed us, we are all created equal, no one can decide our death, the world is fair, although the current world is dark..."

"Then why don't we show the banner of our tribe and fight them to see who kills the deer?" a young man shouted with great momentum.

"Today, we are not yet the time to officially correct our names, because we are not strong enough, if we type out the name of the Barton tribe, our survival will be more difficult in this country that is not the land of the king, so we have to walk in this world temporarily in the name of Dingjiazhuang. The boy patiently explained to the young man.

Since his return, the tribe's thoughts have been very unstable, and at this time he has stood up and said these words, with only one purpose, to unify the minds of all the tribesmen, and to know what we are fighting for every day.

"You may remember the days when we starved in the Great Forest of Grelu, were those days when people lived? In this world, if you are not strong, you will be bullied by others, just like we once did!"

When the young man said this, he paused deliberately and asked everyone: "What should we do so that we don't repeat the mistakes of the past and let people put the butcher's knife above our necks again?"

"Get stronger!" Little Bijka was still the same anxious son, and immediately blurted out the words he had just understood.

"Yes, you're right, Bijika, we're going to be strong! so strong that no one dares to bully us, and if they provoke us, we're going to make him unable to sleep. ”

"We have to cultivate, crazy cultivation, just like you did a year ago, we still need to redouble our efforts, only in this way, can we be strong enough!"

After the young man shouted this, looking at the emotions that had been stirred up below, he immediately struck while the iron was hot, "So, from today onwards, we will set up the Dingjiazhuang Guard, this guard, as long as it is the people in the manor, are obliged to participate." In order to improve the results of the training, today we will appoint thirty-six instructors to lead everyone's training, they are Volka and Vollon..."After reading the names of the thirty-six people, the young man stepped back, let go of the old priest, and said in a deep voice: "Next, we would like to ask our old priest Ang Sange to issue a letter of appointment to these thirty-six escort leaders!

He stretched out his hand and gave way to Onsang, and he took all the letters of appointment in his hand, stood beside Ansange, and ordered the thirty-six men to go up to the stage in turn, and accept the appointment.

The breeze blows through the fragrance of the garden and penetrates people's hearts.