The night wind was blowing, the grass was noisy, and the dwarf figure walked into Ian's house with a familiar road, he had walked many times, and naturally there would be no sound.

But soon, the figure's nose moved slightly, and he stood on guard, raised his hand, and motioned for the other dark shadows behind him to stop and move forward.

He smelled blood.

Unlike the blood of beasts, the taste of human blood is special, and the shaman of the son of the forest is familiar with this pure taste, although there are too many acquired impurities in this blood, it is far cleaner than all beasts.

Whose blood will it be? Orsna's finally slaughtering his older nephew?

The figure did not hear the voices of Orsanna and the others, and his keen sense of hearing informed him that there was only one young child in the room who was breathing slowly in his dream, and it was the predetermined sacrifice, the young boy named Elan.

"Ossena ......"

The figure was a little dissatisfied, and the whispering accent was strange and strange, with the jerkiness of the savage forest, but it was undoubtedly the imperial Chinese.

Obviously, both nephews will be handed over to them, and the holy sacrifice requires the blood and internal organs of the purest and most ignorant of the world, and the flesh and brain of the strongest and resolute, and the spirit of the mountain tide only accepts these two types of sacrifices.

Orsna's name is not credible.

- Forget it.

Standing in place, the figure only thought for a moment, and finally shook its head slightly.

As long as it's not the youngest one who gets killed, it's fine. It's not uncommon for children to be eight or nine years old, and even though Port Harrison is heavily defended, they can go to a few nearby fishing villages and towns to take a few of them.

Osena is not in the house now, presumably to dispose of his nephew's body......

"It's a pity, even if it's not fresh enough, the child's internal organs are a good sacrifice, and the meat is wasted."

With regret, the figure was hungry.

The only people who can unlock the power of flesh and blood are those who eat flesh and blood.

Only when there is sufficient nutrition will the power of the roots gush out of the flesh and blood fountains deep within the body, just as only the abundance of spring water will gush out of the spring.

However, resources are scarce in the tribe, and there are few meat eaters, and a person like him, who is just starting the shamanic path, cannot guarantee a full stomach every day.

And the blood of man is supreme, the great shaman often said that by eating the flesh and blood of the brave, you can get the power of the brave.

Children's blood has no power, but it is better than purity.

"It's a pity that it's been wasted."

He shook his head slightly.

Since Osena is not there, then he will take the young child away, anyway, the mushroom-smoking addict only needs black mushrooms, and the future tribe will need him as an intermediary to continue to obtain resources in the port.

With that in mind, the figure walked towards the room where Elan was, walking lightly.

— and then he stepped into the trap that Ian had set for Orsna.

Heavy rains in coastal areas have made the homes of immigrants basically unreliable, and the floors are only paved with a layer of stones and wooden planks as a buffer, and only the new houses built in recent years will use whole stone foundations and rock bricks to build walls.

Orsna's house was not new, of course, the earth under the foundation had long since collapsed and sunk, and the planks were suspended in the air, and below was a puddle full of muddy water, and Ian had slightly modified it, so that the plank shattered as soon as he stepped on it, and there were wooden sticks underneath, and a fish-picking knife was stuck vertically in the soil as a trap to stab the soles of his feet.

Who knew that Orsanna didn't need this trap at all, and was directly leveled by the sleeping powder, and he didn't taste the design that Ian carefully prepared for him, which was a cheap figure.

"Ahh!!h

For a moment, the soles of his feet were pierced by a knife, and the figure almost exhaled in pain, but after all, he was also a shaman among the redwood natives, and his spirit was tenacious, so he naturally held back his screams in an instant.

This is Port Harrison, and just because he can sneak in doesn't mean he can get noticed and go back safely.

Moreover, this fish knife is full of rust and dirt, and the puddle is full of filthy mud water, if you don't treat the wound immediately, not to mention the difficulty of moving, it is easy to be cursed by the spirit of rust, spasm and struggle to death!

"Be careful! Houses, traps! ”

Immediately opened his mouth to instruct the three hunters behind him, who looked nervous, had already begun to take out their weapons and look around to be on guard, and the hunters who were about to respond to the attack stopped moving, and the young shaman did not have time to think about why there was a trap in the place, he immediately squatted down and wanted to pull out the knife on the sole of his foot to treat the wound.

- No, why are there traps? Was it set up by Auxna? Who can it be used against? Deal with them?

It's impossible, how can that mushroom-sucking waste deal with their only channel of black mushroom powder...... Is it to beware of thieves?

But even that would be too far-fetched...... Where did this kind of thief come from......

It has to be said that this house has caused great uneasiness to the indigenous shamans, and things seem to be getting out of hand.

At this time, Ian was also walking to his house with his newly picked up teacher, Hilliard.

I have to say that Ian is very satisfied at this moment, but he is still calm on the surface.

"The effect of this spiritual energy is really clear and clear, and the golden effect is beyond my imagination."

Just go to the lakeside to bury a corpse and take a bath, and he can actually pick up a teacher who looks very mysterious and has a big secret!

Although Hilliard didn't say anything, Ian could guess even if he guessed, a person who was full of vicissitudes, dusty, and wanted by the empire for more than ten years and had not been arrested, no matter how he thought about it, he must have some real skills in his hands, and there was a story behind it.

Not only that, he is of high moral character, and even in the face of himself who seems to be just a child, he is extremely principled.

Just as he was returning to Port Harrison with Hilliard, Ian noticed that the other party's walking posture had undisguised military features, although it was not the same at all, but in terms of temperament alone, Hilliard was very similar to the Starwar Clan fighters Ian had seen in his previous life.

He now seems to be just an ordinary person, and admits that he has been seriously injured and is not as strong as he used to be, but he was definitely a powerful knight in the past.

Just now, Hilliard explained to Ian why he stayed in Port Harrison...... Ian already knew that a change was about to take place around the South China Sea, and Hilliard had come to solve it.

It's funny to say that a wanted criminal on the surface would actually think about the people of the empire? It's really a bit emotional.

- Why did such a knight with noble character and certain strength fall to the point where he is now wanted by the whole country and wandering around?

Good question!

But seriously, Ian doesn't care at all.

As he said to Hilliard on the shore of the lake, he really needs a new uncle, and the other party does need a new identity, and the young child needs an adult to rely on, even if the other person can't show up at all, and the other person needs the child as a disguise for his identity.

Win-win.