If you look closely, you can even see the man's body trembling slightly in the winter water, but he seems to have been injured in some way, and he is no longer able to swim to the shore, so he can only float downstream along the Nesseril River.

Sears and Byrne glanced at each other and said in unison: "Scoop it up!" ”

There are at least dozens of gold coins floating on the water! How could it be left alone! And this person doesn't look like a person with strength and background, so let's catch it first!

The speed of the ship was not slow, and Sears and Bourne hurriedly informed the captain to slow down, and at the same time arranged for his men to go into the water with ropes to catch people.

At the same time, in the cabin, in the center of the crowd was a decrepit old man wearing a feather ornament, wearing an animal robe, and holding a blood-colored bone staff, his cloudy eyes emerging from the two holes in the terrifying boar mask.

He was looking, looking at his people, he looked at the women and children sitting silently next to the four walls of the cabin, at the tribal warriors sitting around him, and sighed.

This was not the first time he sighed on the way, as the shaman of the tribe, his mission was to give confidence to his people and guide the tribe to survive, but now-

Abandoning their ancestral land and heading to a completely unfamiliar land, where is the path ahead for the Bunting tribe?

"Shaman, rock boar—he's dying, please save him!"

The shaman was silent, but still pressed his hand on the forehead of a strong man who was still strong on the outside but had fallen unconscious, the rock pig was the most powerful warrior of the tribe, but during a hunt, he accidentally fell under the curse of the shaman of the feuding tribe, and barely ran back only to fall into a coma.

The loss of the rock pig has once again covered the already disadvantaged Kabun tribe with a layer of frost.

What's more serious is that because of the treatment of the rock pig, his already short life has become closer to the end. Once he died, the Shamanless Bunting tribe would eventually perish.

It's just that he can face his own death, but he can't face up to his own people being reduced to slavery, even sacrifices, and the final struggle is about to begin, but at this moment, the ancestral spirit has brought him a group of Naysers.

According to these Ones, their lord was in dire need of a large number of people to open up new lands, and the Ancestral Spirit told him that the Ones did not speak, and the Shaman of Bunting saw hope at once, who would want to die if he could live!

The two sides almost snapped at each other, and then the migration began, with the elders of the tribe voluntarily giving up the opportunity to leave to buy them time.

As the days on the ship got longer and longer, even as a shaman, I couldn't help but feel confused.

After a few moments, the shaman withdrew his palm and began to chant an ancient ballad unique to the Langas, with no lyrics, only a cry of pathos and hope for the future.

As if the others understood something, a warrior took off his animal skin coat and put it over the boar, and joined in the shaman's chanting at the same time.

There is a second one, but the latecomer no longer covers the rock pig with animal skin, but steps forward to stroke the rock pig's still exposed arm, as if he wants to keep his breath on the rock pig.

In a few moments, the chanting in the cabin merged into one, and the sound was heard outside the cabin.

……

On the deck, the previous drifter had been fished up at the moment, and the experienced Sears was checking the identity of the drifter, and the dark and rough skin and calloused palms showed that this person was definitely not a superior person.

Relieved, Sears nodded to Byrne, and then instructed his subordinates to throw the "Drifter" into the cabin, if he survived, it would be gold, and if he died, of course he would die.

At that moment, there was a strange roar from the cabin, and Sears frowned, but said nothing.

And Byrne asked directly, "Sears, what are those barbarians yelling at?" ”

"It seems to be a dead man, I'll go over and take a look, you wait for me in the lounge, I'll be there soon."

"Okay, hurry up!"

Byrne muttered two more times before heading towards the ship's lounge.

……

Daxia Ling, Linshui Village.

It's already halfway through December, but there has never been any news of the projection plane on the side of the Tower of Time, and Xia Duo, who has been staying in the small tent and studying the "Deep Demon Web", is also a little upset at the moment.

Even if he misses it, at least he can know that the period of searching for the projection plane is about one to two months, which is better than no news all the time!

If it is only available next month, then the cycle of search results is one to three months, and the further it goes, the longer the cycle will be, which is really too far from Xia Duo's expectations.

The troubles during this period of time are not only these, Rodney led another ship, which should have set off a long time ago, and looking at their posture, it seems that they don't even want to let go of winter.

However, there are some worries and happy things, one is that the people have fallen in love with the soft, slightly sweet new food of steamed buns.

Indeed, who doesn't love hungry and delicious!

The canteen helper rotation system has been implemented for several rounds, and many people, including those who have never been to the canteen helper, have learned to make dough and steamed buns.

It's just that the current Daxia Ling is more like a big factory, rather than a village, and the efficient canteen "big pot rice" can't be given up for the time being, and these people who have learned to make steamed buns can only have the opportunity to practice it themselves when it is their turn to go to the canteen.

As for Carpenter, the slave who made the steamer, he was also given a small credit for this incident, and he was one step closer to breaking away from slavery.

Another thing to be happy about is related to Xia Duo himself.

Just yesterday, Xia Duo's blood sprouted, and at night he entered that magical dream again, still incarnated as the Yangtze River, a storm, and even lightning, but it still stopped abruptly at a key location.

After waking up in the morning, although he didn't gain any growth in ability, his bloodline had a tendency to awaken, so why not be happy.

As for the trigger of the bloodline awakening, after experiencing so many bloodline awakenings, Xia Duo also has some guesses.

When did he start to awaken his bloodline, maybe it was when Mu Yan blessed him with the ancestors, this has passed, and there is no way to know for the time being.

The awakening of the bloodline that Xia Duo clearly knows is related to the magical dream of incarnating the Yangtze River every time.

The first time was during the Orc War, but I didn't have any abilities, so I just had a dream.

The second time, on the night of the award ceremony, enter the dream realm, and then obtain a simple [Water Mastery] ability;

The third time, some time after the reward ceremony, he was able to touch the first layer of the magic net with the power of his bloodline, and it was also because this Xia Duo directly became an official mage.

However, from this time on, Xia Duo's mage progress has been running ahead of the bloodline awakening, which also makes Xia Duo's expectations for the awakening bloodline a lot less.

Fourth, after the Arcane Competition, [Water Mastery] deepened, learned to cast spells in the water, and turned into a stream of water

The fifth time, after the wedding with Niya, he obtained the [Wind Control], which can also vaporize the body and cast spells in the airspace.

The sixth time, it was yesterday.

Xia Duo roughly guessed that every time he awakened, he won the respect, awe, and envy of many people, and after many people watched and cheered, he used a popular word to describe it, that is-

He may well awaken his bloodline because of the power of faith that others have placed on him.

Of course, the further back you go, the more power of faith may be needed, and the more difficult it is to awaken.

However, there is a territory, and the people can always reach the limit one after another, but Xia Duo doesn't know where the limit of his bloodline is.

But for now, it doesn't seem difficult to harvest faith.

Maybe after that, the progress of his bloodline awakening will surpass the progress of the mage.