The wind and snow are bleak.

The prairie seems to have no end in sight.

As they walked, some of the Blood-Patterned Tribal people suddenly felt as if the top of their heads had turned black. They stopped and looked up.

More of the Bloodstreaked Men looked numb, as if they didn't feel the change at all, didn't sense that danger might be coming, and continued to walk, or sat on their mounts and let them lead them forward.

The shadows are getting bigger.

The gray-haired, scleral Bloodstripe Witch with a bone staff also raised his head.

When he saw the gorgeous fuchsia figure of the cormorant, the Bloodstripe Witch's eyes widened in disbelief, and his numb expression suddenly became a little dumbfounded.

"Hoo ——!"

Huge cormorants landed in front of them.

The wind swept up the snow and swept the lush grass around it to the ground.

Ye Xi stood on top of the cormorants' heads and looked at them with his eyes down, his gaze slowly sweeping over their unkempt hair, dirty skin mixed with mud, blood stains, and insect fluid, tired faces, and excited red eyes.

He sighed in his heart.

But after only a day and a night, these blood-streaked people have made such a mess of themselves, and in terms of distance, they should have not slept all night last night.

"Lord Xiwu......"

The Bloodstreaked Witch looked up at Ye Xi's lips trembling violently, put down the bone staff, and fell to his knees in the grass, while the rest of the Bloodstreaked People also suppressed their excitement and knelt down beside the huge claws of the cormorant.

Ye Xi spoke: "Have you figured out where to go?"

Hearing this, the Bloodstreaked Witch's gaze darkened a little. When I saw Ye Xi just now, I was quietly born, and the hope that Ye Xi was here to ask them to go back was suddenly shattered.

He raised his head and said with a wry smile: "I don't know, maybe go to the other side of the grassland." ”

Ye Xi was silent.

He had thought that the Bloodstreaks would stay in Xicheng's sphere of influence in order to seek refuge.

For example, a small grassland near Xicheng has a Xicheng hunting team patrolling and hunting, and all the dangerous mutant beasts have been killed, and it will be much safer to settle in such a place. The other side of the prairie is too far away from Xicheng, which is beyond the scope of the Xicheng hunting team, and there may be powerful mutated beasts, and with the help of the blood-streaked tribe, these warriors may not be able to survive.

Ye Xi: "You can go back to the Nu River, cross the Endless Snow Mountain, and go to live in the Tushan Valley of the Black Ridge Mountains, where it should be very safe." ”

From Xicheng's point of view, he actually didn't want these expelled bloodline people to live in Xicheng's sphere of influence, because then he would inevitably run into people from the hunting team. However, there were not many powerful beasts in the Black Ridge Mountains, and they had suffered forest fires, and the ecological environment could not be restored for decades, and there were fewer apex predators.

Xiaotushan Valley is still the ideal home he once found, easy to defend and difficult to attack, and it is a good place to live.

The Bloodstripe Witch pressed his left hand to his chest and said respectfully, "Yes! ”

Ye Xi's eyes showed a look of emotion.

Even if he was so ruthlessly expelled from Xicheng, strictly speaking, he was no longer a Xicheng person, and the Bloodstripe Witch still did not hesitate to respond to his orders.

Even if the Black Ridge Mountain Range is thousands of miles away from here, there are countless dangers on the way, and there may not be one in ten Bloodstreaked people who live there.

There are reasons to revere him, there are reasons to fear him, and there are reasons to break the jar, because there are no more women and children in the Bloodline Tribe anyway, and it is only a matter of time before it perishes.

Ye Xi: "There should still be a small tribe living in the Black Ridge Mountains, and that tribe has no witches. ”

Bloodstreaked Witch's eyes lit up suddenly.

Immediately understood what Ye Xi meant when he said this.

That small tribe is definitely not as special as their situation, there must be women and children, if they are absorbed into the bloodline tribe, then the bloodpattern tribe can multiply and survive, and it will not disappear!

"Bang!"

Ye Xi suddenly threw down a heavy stone jar sealed with animal skins from the back of the cormorant.

Then he jumped off the cormorant.

Ye Xi came to the Blood Pattern Witch, hugged the Blood Pattern Witch who was still kneeling on the ground, and said, "Get up." ”

At the same time, a wave of magical power with vigorous vitality poured into the body of the Blood Pattern Witch along Ye Xi's hand. After the faint green light, the blurred area of the stripped flesh on the left chest of the Bloodstreaked Witch quickly healed and scabbed, and then the scab fell mottled, and the Bloodstreaked Witch's left chest returned to intact.

The Bloodline Witch was about to kneel down again to thank him, but was stopped by Ye Xi.

Ye Xi took out two dominoes from the animal skin pouch and handed them to the Blood Pattern Witch: "This is a hidden domino, activate it, and the fierce beast will not find your breath." ”

The Bloodstreaked Witch shuddered and took the Dominoes.

With this hidden domino, it is not so dangerous to go to the Black Ridge Mountain Range, which is thousands of miles away. Their Xiwu Lord was not such a heartless person after all, and even if their chief did something wrong, he still helped them arrange a way back.

Ye Xi didn't say anything more, and jumped back onto the cormorant with a slight leap.

Seeing that the cormorant spread its wings and was about to take off, the blood-streaked witch's eyes were moist and hot, and he couldn't help but kneel down and raise his head and shout, "-Lord Xiwu, can we still come back?"

Ye Xi's voice was almost sighing: "Maybe......"

If the situation gets worse, he'll let the Bloodstreaks come back again, maybe ten years later, maybe fifty years later, maybe eighty years later. At that time, the tribal concept of Xicheng will be much thinner under his control, and the return of the blood-tattooed people will not have a bad impact on Xicheng.

The cormorant soared into the air.

With the howling wind, Ye Xi flew high into the air, and soon disappeared from the sight of the blood-streaked people.

After a long time, the blood-streaked people who stayed on the grass gradually withdrew their gaze to the sky.

"What is this?"

The blood-streaked warrior looked at the vat that Ye Xi threw down from the cormorant's back.

The Blood-Tattooed Witch retracted his melancholy gaze and slowly peeled off the animal skin that had been sealed in the vat.

"Ah......h

Everyone looked at the contents of the large stone jar and was taken aback.

It was all creamy yellow, with brown spots, eggs the size of goose eggs! At the size of a stone jar, there were hundreds of these eggs inside!

"Click!"

A slight cracking sound was heard.

The top egg has several cracks.

The blood-streaked warriors surrounding the stone jar couldn't help but hold their breath and stare at the egg for a moment.

"Chirp!"

A hairless clown bird with closed eyes appeared in front of everyone with its eggshell broken, and as soon as it came out of the shell, it screamed at them for food.

"It's a thorn finch......"

The Bloodstripe Witch's eyes became hot and moist.

Their Blood Pattern Tribe did not have particularly powerful war beasts, and Ye Xi sent so many hundred thorn finch eggs that were about to hatch, such a gift was too precious and intimate.

The cold wind blew the blood-streaked witch's white and unkempt hair.

He put down the bone staff, bowed in the direction where Ye Xi disappeared, and said word by word almost choked,

"The Bloodstreaked Man is always waiting for your summons from afar. ”