A group does not necessarily have to be intelligent, but often only one intelligent decider is sufficient. Of these barbarians of the Ice Plains who call themselves the remnants of the ancient www.biquge.info, the most intelligent and powerful is none other than the Holy High Priest who was born on the Holy Mountain. Namor turned and walked into the tent, and in a moment he was holding a vine of some kind twisted together like a staff. The thing was large at one end and small at the other, with one of the larger vines twisted into the shape of an eye, with a small hole in the middle. The small end is as narrow as a needle and extraordinarily sharp.

Namor took the "staff" and walked to the altar of the tribe, saying that it was an altar, but it was actually a circular platform slightly higher than the ground ice of the ice field. He pulled a shiny crystal from his bosom and slipped it into the staff's "eye". The messenger was stunned, and still had a few drops of cold sweat in the climate of minus twenty degrees. Of course he knew what it was, and it was precisely because of this that the Count of Rennes had come from a distant imperial capital.

Tiberium Crystal!

A magical ore that can provide a steady output of mana during the "low tide period"!

Namor glanced at the messenger intentionally or unconsciously, and seemed to smile, and some of the surrounding clansmen also gathered. He placed his wand in the middle of the altar, and knelt on the ground with a word. The clansmen behind him also knelt behind him with solemn faces.

A series of mysterious and mysterious syllables emanate from the mouth through the vibration of the vocal cords, like a chant and singing, brilliant and atmospheric.

The altar began to shake, the barbarians' heads were already pressed against the ice on the ground, and the messenger felt a huge momentum rise from the altar, and his legs went limp, and he fell to his knees with an uncontrollable pop.

Countless ice crystals gathered on the altar from all directions, and these ice crystals seemed to be alive, squeezing one by one, climbing upwards one by one, and after a while, a human figure was faintly condensed.

The next moment, all the ice crystals shattered, and the mysterious chanting stopped.

"Who's calling me?"

The shattered ice crystals reflected the sunlight, dazzling and dazzling, leaving only a myriad of dazzling splendor in the eyes. As the light settled with the ice crystal fragments, a noble and sacred woman dressed in a pale blue dress appeared on the altar. Her calm gaze is like a god sitting high in the clouds looking down on all beings like ants, without sorrow or joy, without getting tired of leaving, as if nothing or anything is equal and the same in her eyes.

Namo's head lifted slightly, and he slammed the ice. The hard ice actually shattered a piece of it with a thud, "Born holy High Priest, your son Tsukibu Namor humbly begs for your boundless wisdom here. ”

The High Priest's eyes narrowed slightly, and he looked at Namor, who was kneeling on the ground, and the messenger beside him, "What is it that requires you to summon me in such a way?"

Namor looked up and pointed to the messenger, "The Desi merchant has sent for my help, but you told me that it will be a month before I can expel the great nobleman. He has a point, and I can't disobey your orders, so I beg you, tell me, what should I do?"

The messenger was trembling at this time, and this was the first time he had seen the so-called high priest.

On the ice field, you can question anyone or anything, but you can't question the High Priest and her commands. In the minds of these Ice Barbarians, the High Priest is the embodiment of the gods walking on earth, possessing absolute wisdom and power, the embodiment of justice, fairness, and virtue.

Insult an Icefield barbarian, and maybe he'll just beat you up. But insulting and questioning the High Priest, what awaits you is war.

The high priest is mythologized, and many times the Desi believe that the High Priest does not exist, or in the eyes of the proud Desi, the High Priest is more like an ignorant barbarian, pinning all the good and hope on a certain person.

It's just a symbol, and it doesn't have to be that powerful.

But at this moment, the messenger realized that it was all true.

In today's "low tide period", it is still possible to use elemental incarnations, or directly teleport from thousands of miles away through elemental decomposition and reorganization, which is not something that ordinary magicians can do. A mage of this level is definitely an elemental ruler!

The God of Light is above, the entire Orlando Empire, no, it should be said that there has not been a Dominator among the Desi for more than four hundred years, and a magician of this level is simply a walking disaster! As long as she is willing, and has enough magic power to support her magic output, she alone is enough to challenge the entire world!

At this moment, he also suddenly understood why the barbarians of the Ice Plains actually demanded to add a large amount of Tiberium Crystals to the trade. He held his breath and lowered his head, but it was clear that the high priest did not want to let him go so easily. She swept her eyes coldly and snorted softly, "Desi, tell me what's going on." ”

The High Priestess looked down on these Desi people outside the ice field, and she and her people claimed to be ancient remnants, and in their bones they were actually more proud than the Desi. The footsteps of their ancestors can be traced back to the time of the gods.

There are two reasons why the Ice Plains Barbarians have been living in this harsh environment.

The first is that until then, the position of the High Priest had been vacant, like a throne that had been suspended for a thousand years. Secondly, in the absence of a high priest or king, the barbarians of the Ice Plains fought on their own, did not have a high degree of unity, and were easily defeated one by one. Coupled with the lack of resources on the ice field, after being driven to the ice field, this group of ancient remnants collapsed, and no longer had the strength to counterattack the Holy Empire.

The appearance of the high priest unified the barbarians on the entire ice field in form and developed slightly. And the birth of the king made this group completely complete the real unification.

Sensing the contempt in the High Priest's eyes, the Messenger smiled bitterly and lowered his head, he wanted to stand up with a backbone, but the High Priest's momentum was like substance, like a hand, pressed on his shoulder, not giving him the strength to get up.

"The nobleman from the imperial capital has collapsed with Mr. Sistin, and Mr. Sisdin is afraid that the nobleman from the imperial capital will call Demalagus's army to encircle and suppress us, so I hope that you and your people can provide us with safe protection. At this, the messenger gritted his teeth, "You should be well aware that no one but us dares to sell Tiberium hedrons to the ice fields. ”

The High Priest sneered, "The greed and arrogance of the Desi are engraved in your bones, and without you, there will be others who will come to trade with us!"

Namor suddenly raised his head, and all the barbarians looked at the messenger, their eyes turned red, and a violent killing intent instantly buried him.

He trembled, struggled to prop up, and squeezed out a smile, "But there are probably not many people like us who can transport a large number of Tiberium hedrons." ”

The High Priest nodded, and did not deny it because the messenger was an outsider and threatened her, "You are right, so I agreed to the Sistine's request!", the messenger just smiled on his face, and the next sentence made him fall into an ice cave, "But you will stay on the ice field forever!"

Those ice crystals pierced into his body in an instant, and he didn't even have time to scream in terror, and the whole person instantly embraced an ice sculpture. The High Priestess's hand moved away from the Tiberium hedrons, and the Ice Crystal Tree shattered in an instant without the support of its magical power. Why embarrass a little person, it's because he knows too much!

In fact, many people, including the Sistine, believe that the ultimate use of these Tiberium hedrons is to consume some magic pedestals that they sell. These magic pedestals are not for military or production purposes, but are solidified magic arrays for enjoyment. For example, illumination, such as lava paths, are magic pedestals that are used entirely for enjoyment. The Sistines believe that the Holy Mountain and some large tribes are inseparable from these things, so the faster they consume the Tiberium Crystal, the more they value the enjoyment they are about to lose, and the more they are interested in obtaining more Tiberium Crystal.

If Sisdin and the others knew that the ultimate purpose of these Tiberium spars was to wage war, the nobles behind them would cut off the supply without Empress Pars's order. The conflict between the nobility and the royal family is the business of the Desi themselves, and the fighting of tearing faces will not affect their status and power. But these barbarians are different, if they have enough supplies to start a war, if war breaks out, it is very likely that these nobles will lose power.

So the messenger can't get him out of the icefield and bring the news back. Until now, the Desi people did not know that on the ice field next to them, the climate and environment were very harsh, and this ruler was quietly dormant.

"You didn't go to the south this time to start a war, so don't kill any of the Desi nobles, especially the big nobles from the imperial capital. Your mission is to protect the Sistins, and as long as the Sistines don't die, nothing else will take care of you. Remember, never kill any Desi nobles, we're not quite ready yet. The High Priest repeatedly told them that these ancient remnants were not as easy-going as they appeared.

Once in a combat state, it tends to become extremely manic, which is also something left over from the bloodline.

Namor slapped his chest hard, "Follow your will, born holy High Priest. ”

The High Priest smiled faintly, and the whole person instantly shattered into countless ice crystals, as if she had never been here, leaving only the wand stuck in the altar, and the somewhat faint Tiberium spar in the wand.