Under the shadow of the moon, the fragrance of plum overflows.

The black-robed figure looked extremely thin.

Tai Xi and Shang Wu, but they never dared to despise it.

Just looking at the mystical rune pattern composed of three crescent moons and five stars on his placket, it was enough to show his powerful identity.

The priest protector of the Black Wind Tribe, second only to the strong man of the High Priest, who dares to underestimate it?

After listening to Tai Xi's words, the black-robed man was extremely quiet, and the shadows under the black cloak were so thick that he couldn't see his face clearly, and it was impossible for Shangwu to speculate on his reaction.

In the anxiety between Tai Xi and Shang Wu, the black-robed man slowly spoke, and his voice was very calm: "The ghost and witch are according to Daze, and the black wind is according to Lei Ze, and the two are called the north and the south.

But the world has changed over time, and now it is not what it used to be, although the strength of the Ghost and Witch Department is there, but it has damaged the ghost king and lost the totem protection, how can it resist the invasion of Xing Guo?

With tens of thousands of Yin warriors and 250,000 puppet troops, even if he can defeat the enemy in front of him, Xing Guo will send three elite divisions in the blink of an eye.

Xing Guo is strong, even if he loses ten games in a row, he can still form a sufficient army, on the other hand, the Ghost Witch Department is now without the protection of the Ghost King, and it can't afford a defeat!"

The black-robed man's unceremonious rebuttal made Shangwu and Tai Xi angry with shame, even if they were angry in their hearts, they had to admit that what the other party said was the truth.

For the two real power holders of the Ghost and Witch Ministry, the black-robed man had no intention of reserving it at all.

He still said in a calm voice: "The two of you must know that our clan has believed in the true god for thousands of years, and has been blessed by the true god for generations, and with the strength of the Xing country, we dare not infringe on it slightly.

Wouldn't it be better to go on like this, why should we build the kingdom of God on earth? Not for the benefit of one family, but for the sake of the wild people of all ethnic groups in the Northern Wilderness.

This time, not only the Ghost and Witch Department was invited to go, but also the various departments of the Northern Wilderness were invited to hold a grand event, and just before I left Razor, there were nine ministries such as the Heshuo Department and the Lime Department who promised to join the alliance.

The high priest was broad-minded, and promised that only thirty percent of the seats would be reserved for our people, and that the other tribes would occupy half to one and a half percent of the seats according to their strength.

Considering the thousand-year-old history of the Ghost and Witch Ministry, the High Priest persuaded all the clan elders to reserve 20% of the seats for your Ministry, and the two of them should understand the sincerity of the High Priest!"

After listening to the patient explanation of the black-robed man, Tai Xi and Shangwu looked much more relaxed.

The High Priest of the Black Wind Tribe, who is said to be extremely powerful, once fought against a second-grade fierce bird alone, and successfully repelled it without losing the wind.

The prestige of the high priest among the people of the Northern Wilderness, just like the old man of Chiba and Xing Guo, was valued by such a powerful figure, which made the two of them feel a little surprised in their hearts.

Shangwu pondered for a moment, and arched his hand: "Wind Protector, thanks to the high priest's attention, the two of us are grateful, but no matter how good the promise is, how can your ministry guarantee that it will not go back?"

Even if the High Priest is highly respected, after all, there are still many clan elders in the Black Wind Clan, if they strongly oppose it, wouldn't it make the High Priest embarrassed at that time?"

People leave their hometowns and are cheap, and they have been the same since ancient times.

Whether it is the countries of the Great Shen Dynasty or the people of the Great Wilderness, once they go out to travel far away, they will encounter such problems.

The Ghost and Witch Department is in the northern frontier of Xingguo, which is enough to be the king and hegemon.

Even if he was suppressed by the Xing army, with the powerful Yin Warrior Legion, he was confident that he would be able to break through the encirclement and continue to dominate the side in other places.

If you go to the territory of the Black Wind Ministry, it will be under the fence, even if the promise is good at this time, if it can't be fulfilled at that time, the Ghost and Witch Department will not even have a chance to regret it.

Facing Shang Wu's concern, the black-robed man tilted his head slightly.

Then there was a priest who offered wine, holding a purple-red wooden box in both hands, and bowed down to offer it to the black-robed man.

The black-robed man held the wooden box in his hand, solemnly placed it in front of the two of them, slowly opened it, and pushed it in front of the eyes of the witch, and then said: "The high priest listens to the oracle, and the letterhead written by himself, please take a look!"

Uncle Bingxin nodded to Shangwu and took out the animal skin letter in it, on which were written ancient words that only wild people who had been inherited for thousands of years could understand.

After carefully reading the animal skin letter, Shangwu's eyelids couldn't help jumping.

Slowly raised his head, and said with excitement on his face: "Your high priest, do you really want to make a blood alliance with our clan and make an oath in front of the true god?"

"If you swear an oath before the true God, how dare our people make jokes?"

The black-robed man's voice was solemn and sacred, "The two of you should rest assured this time and appreciate the good intentions of the high priest!"

"I've heard the name of the high priest for a long time, but I can't see each other soon!"

Tai Xi looked excited, as if he wanted to rush to the Black Wind Department immediately.

Shangwu also smiled, nodded again and again, and said: "The high priest is willing to make an oath with my clan in front of the true god, which is naturally enough to prove his sincerity, and he is really ashamed to be so vigilant just now!"

Seeing the performance of the two, the black-robed people were satisfied, and continued to say in harmony: "The Great Wilderness People, for thousands of years, they have been displaced, and many hardships are beyond words.

After the troubled times, the countries of the Dashen Dynasty only cared about their own interests, how could they ever look at all ethnic groups in their eyes? As far as the eye could see, they slaughtered and attacked, plundering the wild people as slaves.

The true god of our clan told that the great famine is coming, the princes of Dashen are attacking each other, but the Son of Heaven is so weak, fifteen years ago, the meteor came to the world, isn't it just the omen of the troubled times of the previous dynasty?

Therefore, our clan is willing to cultivate the covenant with all tribes, jointly build the kingdom of God on earth, gather the strength of all tribes in the Northern Wilderness, and gain a glimmer of life in this catastrophe.

At that time, you and I will be combined into one family, the Ghost Witch Department and the Black Wind Department will be treated equally, and the leader and the Shangwu will also be able to become the elders of the Kingdom of God, which is the supreme glory!"

Qingyang was still motionless, but he was sneering in his heart.

The Black Wind Department is eight thousand miles away, but it sent a priest protector to recruit them, clearly targeting those 150,000 people and the family foundation accumulated for thousands of years.

No matter how nice it is said at this time, he swears to swear in front of the true god, but after seeing the Xue Tu god general, Qingyang is clear in his heart about the behavior of these so-called ghosts and gods.

If the Black Wind Evil God is really an exotic god, it is even more unreliable.

Once the people of the Ghost and Witch Department arrive in the territory of the Black Wind Ministry, when and how to make an oath can only be arranged by the Black Wind Ministry, and the Ghost and Witch Department is just fish on the chopping board, which can be slaughtered.

Tai Xi and Shang Wu, as the heads of the Ghost and Witch Division, have been fighting with each other for decades, and naturally they are not fools, and they also think of this in their hearts.

Willing to refuse but uneasy, the Black Wind Department is too powerful.

Just three months ago, the two of them were full of confidence, thinking that the Ghost Witch Department and the Black Wind Department were strong in the north and south, even if there was a slight gap, it would not be too different.

He also tried to unite the wild people of Northern Xinjiang and become the second Black Wind Division, and then captured Beilin City, and carved up the territory of Xing State with the Xianyu tribe and the Black Wind Division.

However, no one could have imagined that the situation would change so quickly.

In the battle of Queshan, the ghost king totem was destroyed, the eight totems were destroyed, and the strength of the ghost and witch department was seriously frustrated.

Not to mention confronting the Black Wind Ministry anymore, even the priest protector in front of him, Tai Xiyu and the two of them are powerless to compete.

The black-robed man is the priest protector of the Black Wind Department, and he has the strength of the lower rank of the third grade, and there are at least twelve people in the Black Wind Department for such priest protectors.

The lowest level of priest sacrificial wine is the strength of the fifth grade, and there are more than fifty people in the Black Wind Department, even the lowest-level priest priest is above the sixth grade.

What's more, there is also the legendary High Priest of the Black Wind Tribe, which is a powerful existence that can fight against second-grade fierce birds.

On the other hand, Taixi and Wu Xiang, although they are the leaders of the Ghost and Witch Sect and the Upper Witch, but after losing the blessing of the Ghost King Totem, their strength is slightly stronger than that of the Black Wind Priest Sacrificial Wine.

Under the premise that the Black Wind Ministry promised and the high priest swore an oath to the true god, if the two still refused without hesitation, they would inevitably not anger each other, be coerced or even killed by the other party.

The two of them agreed, their faces were kind, and the skills they had honed in years of fighting made no one see their minds at all.

The black-robed man didn't see what the two were thinking, and laughed softly: "Your subordinates have been preparing for many days recently, if you can, let's set off as soon as possible!"

Before the words fell, a light not far away suddenly pierced the night sky.

Tai Xi was suddenly alert and shouted, "Who is it?" (To be continued.) )

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