Link stopped Nyata, who was on the verge of breaking out, and looked seriously at the triumphant old priest, whose withered and ugly old face was excited with an abnormal flush, and the corners of his grinning mouth ripped open the deep wrinkles on his face, which looked a little funny.

"Did I guess?" asked the old priest, smiling inquiringly.

Link chuckled at the old priest: "My lord said that I am laughing, how dare I turn my back on the ancestral spirit? Not to mention that the caravan is also a person who understands, how can I do business with the tribe after I really help me escape from the tribe!"

The old priest looked at Link fixedly, then at Nyata, who was caught by Link, shook his head, and said to Link in a deep voice: "Zacia will definitely let you find a way to escape from the tribe, and just recently! The Santarin Society has been on the move recently, and the Skinny Monkey is also preparing to challenge Zaya! Zacia may be finished at any time." ”

The old priest then whispered in Link's ear, "As soon as he's finished, I'll take care of you, and I won't let you die so easily, I promise!"

Link looked at the old priest who looked a little crazy with annoyance, forcibly stabilized his emotions, adjusted his breathing, and said: "Zasya is the chief of the tribe, and the slavery system is the tradition of the desert people, and it is impossible for Zacia to go against the traditions of the desert people for the sake of me, an uncompetitive child!

The old priest shook his head firmly: "Zasya will definitely let you escape! If it weren't for my existence, he might still be able to honor the tradition, but with me, Zacia understands that I will make your life worse than death!"

"Nazathia might also give Link a good time before he dies!" Njata interjected rather boldly, in the desert culture, it is a serious sin for a woman to interrupt a man's conversation, and the old priest's apprentices and guards are staring at Nyata with hostility.

The old priest didn't care about Njata's offense, but explained seriously: "Because I am the same kind of person as Zasya, and I love my son very much, and if my son were in Link's situation, I would be desperate to let him escape." ”

Link listened to the old priest's words, felt quite a headache, and decided to make his words clear: "Why are you so directed at Zacia, no, why do you hate Zacia so much, just because your son died in battle, Zacia failed to protect him?"

The old priest showed a rather resentful expression, and said to Link and the two through gritted teeth: "I failed to protect my son? My son was obviously killed by Zaya! He was afraid that I would support my son and fight him for the position of chief, so he killed my son!"

Link frowned at Niata, who gestured with her eyes that she didn't know what was going on.

"Was there some misunderstanding? just an accident?" Link tried to make a final effort.

Contrary to Link's expectations, the old priest nodded and said: "It may also be an accident, the battle situation at that time was indeed very complicated, I can't tell whether it was an accidental death or a deliberate stumbling block by Zasya." ”

But before Link could ask the old priest in detail, he immediately said to himself: "But at that time, I did plan for my son to challenge Zacia for the chieftain position, but he died in battle at this juncture, and I can only think that Zacia did it on purpose." ”

Before Link could get angry because of the old priest's bandit logic, the old priest paused and said, "Moreover, the point is that my son is dead, Zasya is still alive, and his son has not become a herdsman. ”

"You don't conform to the traditions and rules of the tribe, do you?" Link asked coldly.

The old priest smiled sarcastically, "Do you think I care about traditions and rules?"

Link was silent, facing such a high-ranking and powerful guy with no lower limit, Link felt a little helpless.

Niata, who had been silent, asked an irrelevant question: "You were going to make your son a chieftain, then sooner or later your son will be defeated by other challengers and sacrificed to the ancestral spirit, right?"

"As long as I live, no one will succeed in challenging my son, and if I die, won't he be offered to the ancestral spirit to be reunited with me? ”

Njata laughed sarcastically, according to what she had learned from her teacher, the ancestral spirit worshipped by the desert people was just a regular nature spirit, with only some instincts, not even spiritual intelligence. Although it is also possible to collect the power of faith and give priests divine magic, but the divine domain possessed by the true god, there is no prayer or anything that the believer transforms after death, and the so-called fusion with the ancestral spirit is more like human eating, and human eating can not also be understood as the process of human integration with food?

Link, who had been taught relevant knowledge by Niata, was also speechless for a while, before he thought that the old priest really loved his children to hate Zacia so much, but now it seems that the old priest only loves himself, this kind of thinking that even if the flood is monstrous after my death, how can I love anyone? The old priest's hatred for Zacia is more of a pathological desire to control.

"You said that you and Zacia are the same kind of people, and I don't think you and Zacia are different at all. Link said to the old priest very seriously.

The old priest's love for the child was more of a desire for control, and his hatred for Zacia was a sense of anger at someone who had done something good. Zasya intends to betray the traditions of the desert people and his duties as a chieftain for the sake of Link. If Link manages to escape, Zasya will have to face the angry old priest and the betrayed people alone, and the end will undoubtedly be very tragic. But he still intends to do so, comparing the two and making a judgment.

"So, you admit that Zasya wants to help you escape?" asked the old priest with a smile on his face, putting away his resentful expression.

Link didn't bother to answer, he was already targeted, and it was useless to say anything.

The old priest smiled and motioned for the apprentice to take the camel away, and sat down in the middle of the swaying hump, the old priest turned his back to Link and the two slowly left, and turned back to Link and made a throat-slitting gesture.

As soon as the old priest left, Niata said with resentment: "How can there be such an old thing, it has been occupying the position of the priest for decades, and his two apprentices can only use first-level divine magic now, if he dies, the tribe will be finished without a powerful spellcaster." ”

"Haven't there been any geniuses for decades?"

"There are not many people in the tribe who have divine talents, and the apprentices with strong talents before have all died inexplicably, and only the current two first-level apprentices remain. ”

Link was a little speechless when he heard this, and understood what the old priest really was, suppressing newcomers, supporting cronies, and aiming to control the entire tribe.

"How's his level of magic?" Link thought of the crucial question.

"I heard the teacher say that a few years ago, I was able to use the fourth-level divine technique, and I was only one step away from being able to use the fifth-level divine technique, and I didn't know if I had become stronger in the past few years. Njata said heavily.

Link was shocked: "So strong!" The old priest can already beat himself and Niata, who can only use second-level spells, and he can only use zero-level apprentice spells without spell scrolls.

Link and the two looked at each other and sighed at the same time.