The fog didn't last too long, and after about a few minutes, the giant board followed behind the sheep-headed man and walked out of the range of the mist. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

As the fog in front of him became lighter and lighter, Li Mo's expectation in his heart became stronger and stronger, and he knew that when the fog dissipated, he would see the prophet of the sheep-headed man.

When the fog completely dissipated, a small tribe appeared in front of Li Mo. The tribe was small, with only about a dozen rooms built together, leaning on each other. Outside the house, there are patches of cultivated medicinal fields, and the tender green medicinal herbs dance gently in the breeze.

Raise your head and look at the sun in the sky, now the sun is hot, the sun has firmly occupied the middle of the sky, it is already noon. Looking at the familiar sun, Li Mo felt relieved, it seemed that he was still on a barren plain, not in a strange different space.

However, here, the freshness of the air is noticeably felt, and it seems to be completely different from the outside of the tribe. This made Li Mo feel a little strange.

"There's a lot less berserk magic here. Victoria's words made Li Mo understand where he felt the comfortable air came from.

I closed my eyes and felt it, the violent magic that originally pervaded every part of the barren plains had now become very rare, and if I didn't pay special attention, I wouldn't feel it at all.

"It seems that the sheep-headed man has some way to channel the berserk magic out. Limo's words drew Victoria's approval.

This also explains why the sheep-headed people never let others discover their tribe. You know, the way to reduce the power of the berserk is much more valuable than the sheep-headed prophet. The other tribes, after hearing the news, used all kinds of crazy methods. ”

"Looks like you've noticed the effect of the Whitebeard Tribe's magic shield. A gentle male voice came from behind Li Mo, and Li Mo turned around and saw a sheep-headed man in a white robe standing behind him.

This is an old sheep-headed man, he is on a long cane made of curved rattan, his back is slightly hunched, the beard of his chin has hung down to his waist, and his face is furrowed and horizontal, all of which are the marks of time. But the most attractive thing is that his big eyes, which are as clear and bright as a child, are full of wisdom.

Seeing Li Mo's gaze, the old sheep-headed man bowed slightly: "Your Excellency John, I am the prophet of the White Whisker tribe, Micah, White Whisker, I am very happy to see you coming, I have been waiting for you for a long time for this day." ”

"Oh?" Li Mo's eyes froze, and the words of the white-robed prophet seemed to be a little wrong: "Prophet Micah, I don't know, what do you mean by waiting for me for a long time?"

"Mr. John, I know where you came from, and I know the prophecy of the Bloodline's guardians, so I am here waiting for your arrival. Micah's words were vague, giving Li Mo the feeling that he was like an old liar who often encountered on earth and told fortunes under the overpass.

"So, Mr. Micah, can you tell me what do you know, for example, where am I from?" Li Mo asked in a slightly skeptical tone, looking at Micah in front of him.

"You are not of this world, and the world you were in was not under God's rule. Micah's words made Li Mo's expression begin to become serious, but the words that shocked him even more were still to come.

"I can only see a few vague fragments, but those fragments tell me that you once lived in a world with towering houses and big birds that could fly into the sky. Micha's expression was still so gentle, it seemed that he had already expected Li Mo's question and the scene at this moment.

"Prophet Micah, I didn't expect you to be alive. The moment Victoria saw Micah, he was stunned, and only then did he come back to his senses, and the first sentence showed that he and Micah were old acquaintances.

"Mr. Victoria, I am also glad to be able to see you again, an old friend. Micah nodded at Victoria, "After the Holy War, we haven't seen each other again." ”

"Yes, after the battle at Kronburg, we lost news of you, and we thought you had died in that battle. I didn't expect to see you here again after so many years. Victoria's expression was a little complicated. Being able to meet an old fellow of his generation made the blood clan a little sentimental.

"You know, Micah, the old sheep-headed man, is always good at saving his life. Prophet Micah winked at Victoria, then chuckled.

Victoria was stunned for a moment, and then let out a burst of laughter: "Haha, that old lion of Ferry always said that about you back then, but I didn't expect him to really say it." ”

Smiling and laughing, a tear began to appear in the corner of Victoria's eye, and when Victoria finally stopped laughing, he wiped the tears from the corner of his eye with his hand, took a step forward, and hugged Micah in his arms fiercely: "Old man, it's good to see you, Firi is dead, Claire is dead, I thought I'll never see all of you again, and now it's really nice to see you." ”

Micah stretched out his wrinkled hand and patted Victoria on the back: "Old man, if you don't let me go, I'll follow in Fiery's footsteps." ”

Victoria embarrassedly let go of Micah, and Li Mo watched quietly. Ever since he met Victoria, the Bloods had always been a cold man, maintaining an aristocratic demeanor and hardly any time when his emotions fluctuated violently.

At this time, Victoria took off the disguise of the Speaker of the Hidden Ones Alliance, and removed the mask that he had to wear because of the respect of other tribes for the ancient bloodline. At this time, he seemed to have returned to the years when he fought side by side with his comrades.

However, after a while, recovering from the excitement of seeing his old friend, Victoria remembered his identity again, and he looked at Micah: "Old man, you said you were hiding here to wait for John?"

"Well, to wait for Mr. John. Micah still had that unpredictable smile on his face, turned his head, and looked at Li Mo: "Mr. John is a great being, when I was in Kronburg, I foresaw some pictures of the future, and it was these pictures that made me decide to come here, and I have been waiting for Mr. John's arrival." ”

At this time, Victoria looked at the small tribe: "You and your people have been hiding here?"

"There is no clan, the sheep-headed people here, I have always been the only one. Micah shook her head and smiled.

"So, Dolly and the ones who brought us here?" Victoria looked at Micah suspiciously, "I didn't know, you also make magic golems?"