"Oh?" Mark looked at Arras, and he could see at a glance that this Arras was at the pinnacle of the Spirit Warrior realm, and it was indeed a lot higher than the strength of the other scale races. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

According to his observation in the short time after waking up, he found that the adults of the scale people can generally reach the strength of the first level, and Milan and Gitanni, who are carrying themselves, should belong to the best of them, and have reached the early stage of the second level. It is already very good to be able to achieve this level with natural ascension without exercises.

At this time, Treo's voice came again:

"The God Warrior is God's greatest gift to us! Therefore, God is the most noble and irreplaceable totem of our scale human race!"

Mark nodded when he heard this, this god has indeed done many things for the Scaly Race. But he is clearly just giving and not taking, which is obviously unreasonable!

Imagine what fool likes to do something that only gives but doesn't get anything in return? Even Mark would never do such a thankless stupid thing. If you have this time, you might as well enjoy the joy of family life with your children and grandchildren, or enjoy the world of two with a few wives. And what is he doing to make a miracle oracle for?" Mark wondered in his heart.

With this doubt in mind, Mark asked again:

"Since I, the oracle, have come, I don't know how God arranged it?"

Treo's face was full of excitement, and he kowtowed again and replied, "Naturally, I brought the Divine Envoy to meet the God!"

"Meet God?" Mark's eyes rolled in deep thought.

Frankly speaking, God is definitely going to see, after all, he also belongs to the time controller of the Sai'an family, although his bloodline is now very thin, but at least he is the patriarch of the Sai'an family, and from this point of view, it should not be very dangerous.

So Mark asked, "Where is God, and how are we going to see him?"

"The gods live in the temple, and the temple is located on the top of the sacred mountain. ”

"And where is the sacred mountain?" asked Mark patiently.

"Divine Envoy, the Divine Mountain is located in the middle of the Calamity Lands, and is guarded by the Great Tribe of Esso, the most powerful tribe of my scale human race. There are two roads from the Thorn Tribe to the Great Tribe of Esso, one is the traditional Valley of the Wild Beasts, although this road is a long journey and a large circle, but the road is smooth and can be reached in only two years. ”

"It only takes two years?!" Mark's eyes widened when he heard this, and Treo was too embarrassed to say, so he asked:

"And what about the other way?"

"The other road has just been discovered in the last thousand years, and it is more dangerous to cross the sphere of influence of a barbarian race along the way, and the mountain road is rugged and difficult to walk, but the advantage is that the road is shorter, it only takes about a year and a half!"

"It's a short journey, and it takes a year and a half!" Mark suddenly felt cheated. But considering the sheer size of this mutilated celestial body, this should be considered relatively close here.

"Please let the gods rest in my tribe of thorns first, and when I have everything ready, let Arras lead the tribe, and the bravest warriors in the tribe will escort you to the tribe of Esso!" said Treo respectfully.

"Yes! that's all there is to it!" Mark nodded, hanging his head helplessly. He can't move on his feet now, and in order to get rid of the harassment of the "virus" as soon as possible, it seems that he can only rely on these so-called warriors first.

So Mark settled down in the Thorn Tribe.

He was now very proficient in invoking battle qi, soul power, and cosmic origin power, and he only needed to spend a small half of his energy to be more than enough. So Mark's interest gradually shifted to the new Scaly Race.

The place where he lived was naturally the best stone house in the entire Thorn Tribe, and the best stone house in the entire Thorn Tribe was the one where the prophet Treo lived.

Looking at the dark light in this room, the simple and crumbling stone furniture, he wanted to cry without tears. There is a real urge to take a handful of moonstones, sunstones, or even bright stones out of storage gear.

Now he can't use his battle qi and soul power, he is completely like an ordinary person, unable to cultivate, and unable to study formation techniques and alchemy, thinking about it, his eyes finally set on the books on the shelves on both sides of the room.

The language of the Scales is not difficult to learn, but only the Prophet Treo and the Prophet Arter know the Scales script in the tribe, not even the Divine Warrior Arras.

Fortunately, Treo sent three people to take care of Mark's life, and in addition to Art as an interpreter, Milan and Gitanni were also used as escorts. Of course, the two of them were more often carrying a stone chair fixed to two stone bars and walking around with Mark.

Half a month has passed, and in this half month, Mark has almost learned the language of the scales, and at least he has been able to communicate with Milan and Gitani relatively fluently. Most of the books on the shelves were also read by him. So the days became a little boring again.

On this day, Mark found Art, who had suddenly disappeared for several days, and said with a slight annoyance:

"How long are you going to prepare?"

Seeing Mark's appearance, Art seemed to be a little angry, and quickly fell to the ground in fright, explaining:

"Divine Envoy, escorting you to the Great Tribe of Esso is a very important matter for my Thorn Tribe, and the Divine Warrior Arras and the top ten warriors in the clan will go on the expedition. As a result, there will be no stable source of food for at least three years in the clan, so we need to stock up on enough food. ”

"I see!" Mark rolled his gaze, it was really like this, he had really wronged them. But we can't wait any longer!, so Mark asked:

"How long will it take?"

"Wait three more months at most!Ready to come!" Art replied with a quick oath.

"Three months?" Mark nodded helplessly. Feelings: The scale of the human race does things in months and years. However, it can be seen from the fact that they only eat once a day and drink water once a month, and it is estimated that there is no entertainment at ordinary times, and most of the people who do not have hunting tasks choose to sleep in the house to reduce energy consumption.

For three whole months, without any cultivation, no research in pharmacy, formation and alchemy, and not even a storybook, Mark was so boring that he wanted to bang his head against the wall.

After he had been carried by Milan and Gitanni and had traveled almost every corner of the tribe, including a hundred kilometers outside the tribe, the hunting party led by Arras had finally returned.

The massive amount of food brought back this time, plus the previous ones, was enough for the Thorn Tribe to survive for at least four years. At this time, the plan to go to the Great Tribe of Esso was finally put on the agenda. (To be continued.) )