CHAPTER XVIII

The tribe migrated along the river and traveled eastward for thirty days, at least five or six hundred miles, according to Han Nan's estimates.

Along the way, they were not pursued by the City of Flames, and Han Nan guessed that maybe the sudden appearance of the dragon had caused them to mess up and have no time to deal with their own gang.

That night, the tribesmen camped in a wood.

By the light of the bonfire, Han Nan looked at the animal skin that recorded the witchcraft runes. These days, he pondered on this animal skin whenever he had time, but unfortunately a month had passed, and Han Nan still found nothing.

It's easier said than done to guess the contents of these rune records out of thin air. Han Nan saw a little headache and let out a long sigh.

"What are you looking at, can you show me?" Feng Feiyu walked to Han Nan's side at this time and said.

"Good. Han Nan hurriedly handed over the animal skin in his hand, and he suddenly remembered that Feng Feiyu was a wizard, maybe he could solve the problem he encountered.

Feng Feiyu took the animal skin over and looked at it. Han Nan asked worriedly, "Can you understand?"

"What do you say?" Feng Feiyan scolded on the side: "My sister is the strongest wizard in the tribe, mastering twenty-seven kinds of witchcraft, what is there she doesn't understand. ”

"I can read it. Feng Feiyu was very calm.

"Please teach me, girl!" Han Nan was instantly shocked. These days, he has been tortured enough by the runes like heavenly books on animal skins, but he didn't expect the famous teacher to be in front of him.

"There is a witchcraft recorded on the skin. Feng Feiyu said: "But haven't you already mastered it?" ”

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As she spoke, Feng Feiyu said a spell lightly, and a flame came out of her fingertips, and then she flicked her hand to extinguish the flame. A pair of eyes looked at Han Nam.

"I already know this. Han Nan immediately said: "But there are still thirty-five runes on the animal skin, what kind of witchcraft do they represent?"

"There is no other witchcraft. Feng Feiyu said: "Thirty-six runes represent a syllable in total, which is the witchcraft you have mastered now." ”

"This?" Han Nan was puzzled, he also thought that each rune represented a syllable, but he didn't expect that the thirty-six runes only represented one syllable.

"Then what does the rune on it mean?" Han Bei asked.

Feng Feiyu spoke: "I am here, and the flame obeys my orders. I command you to burn my enemies and reduce their bones to ashes. Burn, flames. ”

"Such a long ......," Han Nam smacked his tongue.

"In our language it takes so long, but in the language of witchcraft it only takes one syllable. ”

"What the hell is witchcraft all about?" Han Nam was puzzled by witchcraft. A syllable can convey such a complex meaning. The complexity of this language is far beyond Hannam's comprehension.

"Dragons. Feng Feiyu spat out a word.

"What?" Han Nan suddenly woke up and looked at Feng Feiyu.

"Legend has it that these languages are the language of dragons, and witchcraft is handed down from dragons. ”

"How much do you know about dragons?" Han Nan asked.

Feng Feiyu shook his head and said, "That's all I know. However, legend has it that in the far west of this land there is a city of wizards, and all the people in it are wizards. These people are all studying the mysteries of witchcraft, or they should know more. ”

"Chengchi?" Han Nan pondered in his heart. It turns out that there are already cities in this world. It seems that there are countless tribes living in this land, but the degree of civilization development between each tribe is not the same. For example, the city of flames has more than 50,000 people, which is already the size of a city.

After the city was established, the tribe expanded outward, and it was inevitable that other tribes would be annexed. Then the mighty city will fight again and create a unified state.

Then you'll have to hurry. Now I have been left behind too much.

"Miss Feng......" Han Nan looked at Feng Feiyu and said, "You can ......"

"Do you want to learn witchcraft from me?" Feng Feiyu asked.

Han Nan nodded hurriedly, this girl is really smart, and she can see what she thinks at a glance.

Since there is such a power as witchcraft in this world, you must hold it in your hands. Now there is a beautiful witch in front of me, and I naturally can't miss it.

"Witchcraft is the biggest secret for every wizard, and it is generally not told to others. ”

Han Nam was a little disappointed.

"But ......" Feng Feiyu changed his words and said, "You saved our sisters, and because we abandoned our own tribe." I'll teach you all the sorcery I've mastered. ”

"Thank you Miss Feng!" Han Nan stood up from the ground excitedly and said to Feng Fei Yu enthusiastically.

"Ahem......" Qingshan Ye knew that Han Nan was weak and could not be compared with the people in the tribe, and he was worried that he would catch a cold, so he came over to take a look. Who knew that when he caught up with Han Nan surrounding the Feng Feiyan sisters, Qingshan Ye happened to witness Han Nan's ugly face with a smile on his face.

Aoyama snorted coldly, turned his head and walked to the side.

"Go after your little lover, she seems to be angry. Feng Feiyan teased.

"Tut-tut......" Han Nan laughed wryly, got up and chased in the direction where Qingshan Ye had left.

"Ono, Ono ......"

Hearing Han Nan's shout, Aoyamano not only didn't stop, but walked faster. Han Nanyue chased farther and farther, and the two had already left the place where the tribe had camped.

"Ono, where are you?" Han Nan shouted, and Qingshanye's figure was no longer visible in front of him. In this barren mountain and wilderness, there are wild beasts everywhere, and Han Nan is afraid that she will encounter some danger.

Aoyamano hid behind a tree, depressed and sulky. However, looking at Han Nan's anxious appearance, the unhappiness in her heart was much less.

"Ono ......" Han Nan used witchcraft to burn flames in the palm of his hand, and looked for Qingshan Ye by the light of the fire, but it was dark all around, and he couldn't see the shadow of Qingshan Ye at all.

Han Nan became more and more anxious, and suddenly his feet slipped and fell into a hole in the ground.

This hole is washed by rain, and it is deep for a long time, and it is full of ** meters deep.

"Ono ......" Han Nan didn't finish his sentence, and his voice was swallowed up by the hole.

As soon as she saw that Han Nan had an accident, Qingshan Ye, who was hiding in the shadows, immediately ran out, she ran to the edge of the hole in the ground, and said anxiously: "Han Nan, are you okay......"

"It's okay, it's full of leaves down here, you go find someone to save me, you don't ...... yourself"

Before Han Nan finished speaking, Aoyama Ye jumped and jumped to the bottom of the cave. Her feet went limp, and she fell into Han Nan's arms.

"Don't fall in......" Looking at Qingshanye's body, Han Nan reluctantly said the second half of the sentence.

"Even you have fallen, how can we get out. "Hannam-do.

"I didn't think about it that much, and when I saw you below, I came down in a hurry. ”

Han Nan's heart warmed, and he hugged Qingshan Ye tightly in his arms.