After listening to the old priest's intermittent narration, looking at the old priest who was emotionally broken, Link patted the old priest on the shoulder comfortingly, and calmed the emotional old priest. The old priest gave a vent, and then quickly recovered, waving his hand weakly at Link, signaling that he was okay, but couldn't help coughing up blood again.

Link was just about to call someone over, but the old priest stopped Link, shook Link's hand quite weakly, looked directly at Link with cloudy eyes and asked, "What do you think the next wave of the tribe should do?"

Hearing the old priest's question, Link frowned, the strongest old priest of the tribe was seriously injured and was about to die, and all the fallen clansmen suffered heavy losses, judging from the remaining combat power of the tribe now, not to mention that Santarin would send reinforcements to retaliate against the tribe, even the group of enemies who were frightened back just now could not resist it, not to mention that the enemy was not only the Santalin Society, the Barbarian Desert pursued the law of the jungle, if the surrounding tribes knew the loss of the tribe, they would be happy to annex the tribe.

After thinking about it, Link said: "I think we should send someone to reconnoiter the situation around us to see if we are the only ones who have been attacked, if we are the only ones who have been attacked, then we have to move as soon as possible, if several tribes are attacked, then the power of the Santarin in this area is too great, and we must also move as soon as possible after we merge with the remaining tribes nearby." ”

The old priest blinked, forced his cough, and said in some pain, "Can you only escape?"

Link nodded with a wry smile: "The position of the tribe has been exposed, and the disparity in strength between the two sides is too great, and the Santarin will have the ability to organize the first batch of troops, and then we can organize the second batch, we can't win." ”

As soon as Link finished speaking, the old priest shook his head, "Where can we go?" ”

Link was stunned for a moment, and also felt that the old priest was right, the south of the tribe is the Standing Stone Plain, and further south is the "black road" controlled by the Santarin Society, and there is no way to go south, the north is the tundra, and further north is the Supreme Glacier, full of all kinds of monsters, even the powerful Santarin Society has a headache for the monsters here, and chooses to open up the "black road" in the south, which cannot be taken by the weak tribes, only the East and the West occupied by other tribes can be considered.

After hesitating for a moment, Link said, "Then we can only go east and west, so let's talk to everyone." ”

The old priest smiled weakly: "This is not in a hurry, there is a big matter, Zacia is gone, the tribe needs a new chief, just come on." ”

Link looked at the old priest with some surprise, and immediately refused: "I'm just a reserve shepherd, how can I be a chief, let the one-eyed old Qiao do it." The death of Zacia has reduced Link's sense of belonging to the tribe again, and Link, who now has the "hope" of the horse statue, can escape from the desert alone with supplies, thinking of this, Link thinks of the lost Niata with a little gloom.

Shaking his head slightly, the old priest said: "You killed that mage, not only did you avenge the chief Zaya, but in that case you saved the tribe, look around, no one treats you as a herdsman, you are a hero now, you can be a chief." ”

Looking at the clansmen around him looking at him with reverence, Link realized that the old priest was indeed right, but still subconsciously refused: "I am still a magic apprentice, and the clansmen can't accept it." ”

Before Link could finish speaking, the old priest interrupted: "The clansmen don't know that you are a mage apprentice, I can say that the ancestral spirit has given you the power to save the tribe, and the clansmen will accept it." After a pause, the old priest said: "As long as you pass this level, it is not a big deal to admit that you are a magic apprentice, in the current situation, strength is the most important, and the tribe has always revered the strong." ”

Opening his mouth, Link didn't know how to say that he didn't care about the tribe, but the old priest saw through Link's thoughts, and said teasingly, "You're planning to run away with Niata, with that magic statue that doesn't need to drink water and eat, you can cross the desert with a small amount of supplies, right?"

Link nodded honestly, and when he heard Niata's name, his heart was gloomy again.

The old priest sighed heavily, and for the first time said in a somewhat pleading tone: "But there must be someone to take care of the rest of the tribe, you have also seen, what are those surrendered Santarin vassals like, they are all cannon fodder, crawling out of the pile of dead people to be riders, but how many people can be riders?"

Seeing that Link didn't react, the old priest continued: "This is still the fate of the clansmen who can fight, what about those old and weak? They must be slaves, even if they join other tribes, they will be bullied and excluded everywhere." ”

Link couldn't help but retort, "Someone will survive." ”

The old priest said categorically: "Most people will die, even if the tribe is destroyed, do you want Zacia to see the tribal that has been inherited for thousands of years perish?"

At the mention of Zaya, Link's mood was a little low, and he understood that Zacia definitely didn't want the tribe to perish, but what could he do.

Link let down his guard and said his thoughts: "I can't do anything, if I become a chief, the tribe will still perish in the end, and I will be put in it, and I will not lose anything." ”

Shaking his head, the old priest said: "The tribe supports the warriors and the tribe, just to be protected in times of danger, and today the tribe must also fulfill its responsibilities, it doesn't matter whether it can succeed or not, the important thing is whether to do it or not, if the tribe must perish, then it can't be done, but if you don't even struggle, Zasya and I will be disappointed." ”

"Why me?" asked Link, somewhat puzzled.

"You saved the tribe in a critical time, you have this reputation, you are a magic apprentice, you have the potential to grow, and you are a little clever, you are the most suitable person, if you don't choose you, do you choose the stupid old one-eyed old Qiao or my soft apprentice?" After a pause, the old priest said again: "Someone must be the chief and lead the people to live." ”

Link opened his mouth to refuse, but remembering that Zacia had just clenched his hand, his heart softened and said, "Let the warriors discuss." ”

The old priest's face was a lot more ugly, and he nodded a little weakly when he heard this, and let Link call a dozen or so warriors who could still move.

The warriors were a little surprised to hear the old priest's proposal, some supported and some opposed, and finally the one-eyed old Joe announced that Link would take over as chief, and the warriors reached an agreement and agreed that Link would take over as chief, and the old priest called his only remaining apprentice, looking at the apprentice, the old priest shook his head secretly, told the apprentice a few words, and let the apprentice leave.

The old priest, who felt that the lamp was about to run out, took out the statue of the ancestral spirit: "After I die in a while, you follow the steps I will teach you later, and let the ancestral spirit swallow my soul, so that the ancestral spirit can recover some." With that, he began to narrate the secret method.

Link, who was listening, was instinctively a little vigilant, and after the old priest narrated, he didn't say anything, and looked at the old priest quietly, the old priest was stunned, laughed, coughed up a pool of black blood, and then laughed miserably: "You little ghost, too treacherous, okay, this is the method of taking away the ancestral spirit, it has not been studied yet, and it is very likely that there is no reason if it is used, forget it, what is the use of not having reason, let's go to the wall of the unbeliever." ”

The old priest slowed down and said, "It's good that the ancestral spirit is injured, otherwise you won't be able to control it, all the information is in my tent, find it yourself." With that, he threw the statue to Link, closed his eyes in disregard, muttered to himself, and finally fell silent and died.