Spreading out the letter, Erlang quickly swept through the ten lines at a glance and frowned.

The contents were unexpected by Erlang and made it a little unbelievable.

"Young Patriarch, has the Holy Emperor sent an order?" Kiris asked softly from the side, with respect in her eyes.

When there were no other clansmen, the saints all called the leader of the Spirit Weeping Clan the Holy Emperor internally.

"Hmm." Erlang nodded and put the letter away.

"Kiris, pass the order down and let the clansmen prepare, and we will start leaving tomorrow."

Starting tomorrow?

There was worry in Qilisi's eyes, "What about the other races?"

"Don't worry, they'll agree, it's a joint order from the patriarchs after a meeting."

Meeting? Command?

Qilisi had doubts in her heart, but soon went down to deliver the order.

When it was all that was left, Erlang took out the letter again, flattened it, and frowned.

"Let me pass back the flesh of Artorath, and let me keep an eye out for the demons of the woods along the way, and what the leaders are trying to do."

If it were just these orders, Erlang would not have frowned.

But later, let it not attack the forest demons after discovering them, and send the location back to the clan, and there will be special soldiers to capture them.

to live, and to do so to tell it a means of communication that it was not aware of before.

Is this to be caught and studied?

Erlang frowned, thinking about some of the information it had found within the clan.

As the long-awaited young patriarch, it is not that he knows nothing in the clan.

"Hopefully, it won't make *** trouble." Erlang sighed, this order was made by the leaders of the strong clan, and it could only be executed.

After the attack of the Artoros monster, the guards in the convoy did not have the vigor they had just now, and they all had some lonely fear.

They are not afraid to die, nor are they afraid to fight strong opponents.

But I don't want to die so disgusting, and I will be swallowed by that monster.

Erlang didn't have a good idea of this, so he had Qilisi hold a sacrifice in the convoy, and after barely pulling the morale back, the convoy set off.

We can't delay any longer, if we delay any longer, those weak clans will be killed and injured heavily, and what will be gained by sending resources over at that time is not gratitude, but hatred.

Hate why they couldn't have come sooner.

"Young Patriarch, thank you, thank you!" The leader of the Red Ya clan was grateful, and kowtowed to Erlang in thanks.

It was truly grateful, and if it weren't for Erlang, their clan might not only not have waited for warmth to come, but might even be torn apart by those strong clans who were too angry.

"Everything is the guidance of the Spring Envoy." Erlang smiled, and it had learned a few things during these days of support.

Sometimes a little bit of a god stick, so that the other side feels mysterious and mysterious, and it is not clear what the real situation is, but it will deepen the belief in the spring envoy.

That's why it's all here, and I can't say it without passing on a faith.

"Yes, yes, everything is the guidance of the Spring Envoy." The patriarch of the Hongya clan hesitated for a moment, and then solemnly nodded his head.

Let Erlang smile, knowing that this mission, it's all right.

"Departure ——!"

In the distance, a huge coolie stood up, shaking off the snowflakes in the snow, rumbling and pulling heavy supplies to prepare for the journey.

Guards of all races are armed and stand guard in the sky and land.

After discussing the matter of the statue of the Spring Envoy with the patriarch of the Red Asian Clan, Erlang also entered the convoy.

Woo~

A long, deep voice shouted from the coolie, the way their people used to talk from a distance.

The leading coolie conveyed to the rear, ready to set off.

"Young Patriarch." The stone demon guarded indifferently in the back, and suddenly spoke out at Erlang, a little worried.

"Oh? It's fine." Right

Erlang was surprised by the stone demon's concern, which was rare, but soon it waved its hand and smiled.

"Don't worry, we still have work to do, and it'll be fine."

……

"It's going to be fine."

Inside the convoy, a warrior from the weak clan whispered to himself.

Naturally, the guards of the convoy were not all strong people, and half of them were warriors from weak races from all over the world.

They are among the strongest in the weak races in various places, and they are fully qualified to serve as guards here.

Just now, because the wind and snow were too strong, the convoy temporarily rested, preparing to wait for the wind and snow to weaken before setting off.

And this weak warrior came to a hidden area in the wind and snow, and looked down at the Outer Heaven Divine Tree in his hand.

In the war of the Chia tribe, as a warrior of the weak race, it has a habit of collecting all kinds of strange things.

At that time, it broke a branch and put it into its own space treasure.

Originally, I just wanted to collect more things, and when I returned to the clan, I would leave it in the clan to study and enhance the heritage of the race.

But since that night, after hearing the words of the Weeping Saint, it has been tormented.

Want to eat it?

The race it is in is called Katero, and its talent is invincible.

This talent once saved its life, and it also allowed it to devour some drugs that other races did not dare to devour, and strengthen itself.

But in the face of the polluted aura that even the young patriarch of the Juli clan can't stop, can it save its life?

"It's going to be fine." It whispered to itself, the Outer Heaven Divine Tree in its hand getting closer and closer to its throat.

The weak are too bitter.

No matter what good things they encounter or what treasures they find, as soon as the strong clan gives them an order, they have to respectfully present the treasures.

Even for the sake of this treasure, many of their weak clansmen died.

His brother lost his life in the battle for the treasure.

It also remembered that its brother would not let go of the treasure until he died, even if his bones were broken and his flesh was shattered.

It wasn't until the Hui that it took its last breath.

But the treasure was not left in the clan, and its brother's last wish could not be fulfilled.

"It's going to be fine." The branch was stuffed into his throat, and the weak warrior had tears flowing down, mechanically biting the divine tree outside the sky.

Click!

The last bit of the Outer Heavens Divine Tree was swallowed by it with tears, and then it lay on the snow, bent over, and suppressed the throat of crying.

"No...... Something's wrong!"

Boom!

Snowdrifts fell on the rocks, and the weak warriors were covered.

Inside the convoy, when the wind and snow were a little weaker, Erlang suddenly frowned and asked, "What about Calekaree?"

Erlang often wandered around the convoy, especially in the weak guards, for fear that the strong creatures would come and make things difficult for them, so he took pleasure in it.

So for this reason, it memorized all the lists of weak guards, and also knew the appearance and duty hours of each of their guards.

The weak guards who were asked were stunned, and after saluting respectfully, they looked at the other weak guards, all with blank looks.

"Young Patriarch, I know."