Chapter XXIII Remuneration

Agree or not, the way to get through the Great Rift Valley is in the hands of the village chief, and everyone has already done their part, what else can Morey say. Although the village chief was indeed pleading, there was also a threat in the depths of his voice, and if he didn't help, he would definitely not be able to cross the gorge.

Although he felt as if he had been dragged into a troublesome matter again, it had come to this point, and Morey could only smile bitterly.

"Isn't it just an insect repellent ball, I'll do it! But my tools are all missing, and I'll have to try to make it if I can do it, and you have to get some materials," Morey's eyes suddenly moved. "Especially the magic core, it takes a lot of money to do it, and the success rate of making zuò without professional tools is very low!"

When the village chief of Ximin heard Morey's promise, he breathed a sigh of relief, was silent for a while, and began to tell the reason for the incident.

The village chief's voice was very heavy, and the savage boy next to him heard this voice, his expression also became heavy, and he stood behind the village chief and hung his head and stopped talking. "The reason why this happened is that time"

Fifty years ago, there was no Ximin Village in this corner of the Warcraft Forest, and there were no cannibalistic wildlings, but only a mountain tribe. The people of this tribe call themselves the remnants of the God of War, no one knows how long it is old, this tribe has been passed down from generation to generation, and it is located on the side of this Black King Gorge.

Only the patriarchs of the past know of their mission to this day - to guard this place forever, to guard something that has been sealed. But having said that, as time passed, the ancestral teachings were finally missing from the occasional faulty inheritance. After countless years like this, even the patriarch of this clan only knew that they were going to protect a seal, but there was no way to know where that seal was. In this way, the mountain tribe lost its purpose of protection, but they did not leave this harsh forest, but still lived here from generation to generation, sticking to the ancestral teachings that seemed to be a mythical era.

Even they don't know what that seal is.

But one day, a member of a hill tribe accidentally dug up a box. The box was beautifully painted with patterns, and the workmanship was so primitive that it did not look like today's utensils. The man immediately realized how extraordinary the box was.

Maybe it's something of value!

If they can get a lot of wealth, maybe this primitive and backward mountain tribe can achieve qualitative development and live a better life like outsiders. What kind of expectation is this for the mountain people who have never left this barren forest for generations! It was with such excitement that he handed over this box to the patriarch of the contemporary mountain tribe.

And so the nightmare was opened with the opening of this box!

There was nothing in the box.

To be precise, this box is solid.

For that clansman, there were gaps and disappointments in his heart, but these quickly disappeared in his heart, because he was horrified to see that the moment the box was broken, the intricate and gorgeous patterns on the box actually followed the patriarch's hand and snaked onto his body! Because it was in the secret room underground, no one heard the patriarch's convulsions, vomiting blood, or the terrible screams, and the only bystander was the clansman who picked up the box!

He saw that the patriarch's body gradually dried up and shrunk, and then filled up again, but when the patriarch raised his head again, the look in his eyes was so strange! The pitch-black tattoo with hideous spikes and water chestnuts spread on the patriarch's body, and the deep evil came out of his body, almost making the tribesman cry out of fear.

The patriarch is still the patriarch, and the tribe is still functioning as usual, but the patriarch's personality is beginning to change.

He will eat human flesh, drink human blood, and devour the souls of the living!

Gradually, all the clansmen who were close to the patriarch began to become more and more like the patriarch unconsciously, and their bodies also began to have strange changes at some point, and the shadow of the pattern loomed in the faint sense.

Since then, the hill tribes have come to be known to outsiders as savages, feared by their cruelty and terrible, and have made it an absolute no-no.

The normal clansmen began to protest, but instead of restraining themselves, the patriarch's behavior intensified! All those who opposed were killed by him, and the corpses were devoured by the depraved people!

It was as if they were possessed by something, and the people who had been kind and kind in the past became more and more cold and bloodthirsty, less and less like themselves! The pattern seemed to want to devour more souls in order to be satisfied, and its power became stronger and stronger, and more and more people were affected.

With such a terrible mutation, how could the rest of the clansmen not notice it!

Finally, one day, a part of the people who had lived in fear fled all day long. Although they were hunted down by the Patriarch in anger, they had succeeded in establishing a new tribe in the place where the box was found, and named it the Creek Tribe, the only place where the evil would not come close. They try to learn from the civilization and power of outsiders, because they don't want to flee this place, and this countless years of inheritance is completely broken.

Fifty years!

However, fate did not give them more time, because recently, for some reason, the mountain tribe seems to be a little restless, and everywhere there are signs of danger. The Fallen have gained strange and evil power in that pattern, and countless poisonous insects in the forest are controlled by them in this way, and the overwhelming insects are so desperate!

The old carver was nearing his end and finally died, but he left behind a large number of insect repellent balls before he died.

Although this can't change anything, it is at least enough to protect people in the sea of worms.

However, the power of the magic carving props will be consumed after all, and the strength of the magic carver is indeed extraordinary, so that the insect repellent ball has been preserved for so long and has not completely failed. But in the end, the magic carving props are still the magic carving props, and there will be a time when they will be completely exhausted. If they couldn't get a new 'Exorcism Relic', they would have no power to resist in the sea of insects in the sky - in such a huge sea of poisonous insects, anyone would probably be torn to pieces in an instant!

Therefore, the appearance of Morey is undoubtedly a lifesaver for the people who are about to drown for the Ximin tribe!

Even if you want to be shameless, you must get Morey's help

Morey listened quietly, his expression becoming heavier.

It sounded strange and hard to believe, but the words spoken by the village chief had a convincing flavor.

Because what he said was like

"I'm seventy-three years old this year," the village chief said after a long silence, and then suddenly spoke, and his eyes showed an indescribable bitterness and an unconcealable look of pain.

Morey's eyes snapped. "Do you say?"

"That's right," the village chief smiled, but his eyes were full of pain and complexity.

"I'm the one who picked up the box back then."

"Village Chief, it's not your fault!" the young man, who had been silent, suddenly spoke, and looking at the village chief's painful expression, he burst into tears. "If it weren't for you, we would have disappeared decades ago!

"Shut up! I am a sinner of the mountain people, and I also have the consciousness of giving a piece of service to the village. The village chief interrupted the boy with a sigh and turned his head to look at Morey. "That's already the case, I won't let you go anyway. I know it's not fair to force you to stay, but I'll do anything for the sake of this village!"

When he said this, his eyes had become extremely sharp, and it was obvious that he was not joking at any cost, and a coercion was faintly revealed. The powerful sense of power suddenly unleashed on the old man who seemed to be about to fall into the ground, which made Morey feel breathless.

"Put away your coercion, village chief," Morey took a deep breath. "Do I have room to refuse?"

The village chief smiled again. "Thank you, Mr. Morey. When this is over, I'll send you back personally. ”

"But I still say the same thing, without magic carving tools and materials, I can't guarantee the success rate of making zuò. Morey shook his head helplessly. "It stands to reason that the principle of a carver is not to do day work, but it seems that I don't have much room for compensation. ”

"I know," the village chief smiled mysteriously. "Although Ximin Village doesn't have much wealth, I'm not a person who doesn't pay for it, and I believe that person's package should be of considerable value to you. ”

"What?" Morey looked at the village chief suspiciously.

"I am also a magic carver, and I believe that what Master Curran left behind should interest you. The village chief smiled

Master Curran?!