Just as Berruso was silent for a moment, ready to learn more about the situation, a Sumerian with four feathers on his head strode in, pulled Berusso aside and whispered a few words. The latter looked startled, and after the accident, he strode towards Yang Ling, "Lord Yuri, the prophet of our clan invites you to take a trip to the temple!" They often live in the oldest part of the tribe, and if there is nothing going on, they will never come out easily, let alone meet an outsider at will. Yang Ling couldn't understand why he had just entered Stone City and was invited by the other party. Could it be that he had inadvertently absorbed some of the energy of the black stone just now, and he had attracted the attention of the other party? Looking at the strange stone walls around him, Yang Ling's heart moved, and after pondering for a moment, he no longer hesitated, and followed Berusso to stride out. Behind him, Yuna followed closely. After stepping on snowflakes and crossing a small forest, the three of them soon came to a heavily guarded valley. After taking out a token and shaking it, Berusso led Yang Ling and Yuna to stride inside, and along the way, they saw strange stone carvings from time to time. Some were armed with heavy axes, some had lost an arm, and some had even lost their entire heads, and for some reason they were placed on the side of the road, which looked very strange. After holding the staff and whispering for a while, while Beruso, who was walking in front, was not paying attention, Yuna quietly applied a swift technique to Yang Ling, and whispered: "Brother Yang, the valley is full of an unknown energy, you must be careful later!" "It's okay, don't worry, no matter what happens, don't stay too far away from me!" As soon as he entered the valley, Yang Ling felt that the valley was full of fluctuating and faint energy. That feeling is a bit like the fluctuation of the fire magic element, and a bit like the energy fluctuation in the black stone. However, although he did not know what the Sumerian prophet was looking for him, he was not as worried as Yuna. The other party has no conflict of interest with himself, and it is impossible to use any intrigues against him. In addition, he felt that his magic power had improved recently, and he was only left with a thin layer of paper before breaking through to the middle level of earth witches. If something is wrong, the worst can quickly take Yuna into the space of the Witch Tower, and retreat with the teleportation-like earth escape spell. At the end of the valley is a large stone house, made of rectangular black stones the size of a dining table. But unlike the stone houses outside, the black stones here are not only nearly ten times larger, but also carved with patterns on the surface. There is an endless grassland, countless magical beasts, and a sacrifice that is sincerely prostrate on the ground, "Lord Yuri, this is the temple of our tribe, and the legend has a history of more than eight thousand years!" Seeing Yang Ling and Yuna looking at the huge temple curiously, Berusso proudly introduced. It turns out that since ancient times, the Sumerians have lived in the Great Siberian Desert and settled in Stone Town for thousands of years, leaving behind an ancient temple. An 8,000-year-old tribe and an 8,000-year-old temple, I wonder if there are any clues to the ancient wizards here, and if there are any things that I need? After understanding the long history of the Sumerians, Yang Ling's heart moved, and he quickly thought of the ancient wizards who had disappeared for thousands of years. The more ancient the tribe and the more isolated they were, the more likely they were to keep some of the ancient texts. After bringing the two to the temple gate, Berusso said a few words to a man in black with five feathers on his head. After nodding, the latter didn't say a word, strode inside, and after walking a few steps, he turned back and motioned for Yang Ling and Yuna to follow closely. Originally, seeing that the temples were all made of huge black stones, Yang Ling thought that the inside was as warm in winter as the stone houses outside. Unexpectedly, when I walked in, I realized that it was not like that at all. Except that there were no snowflakes, the temperature was not much higher than the valley where the cold wind was howling, and even, the further you went, the colder it became, and I didn't know where the energy inside the black stone went. Inside the temple, the ground was empty, but the roof was hung with gray curtains, and in addition to the patterns of fierce beasts, there were rows of tadpole-like small characters written on them. At first glance, it looks a bit like a small seal in Chinese history, but when you look closely, it feels different. The vague energy fluctuations, the cloth curtains all over the place, and the biting chill went in, the more Yang Ling felt that this trip was extraordinary. Just in case, he held a few witch talismans in his left hand and a witch duel in his right hand, ready to summon the army of Warcraft at any time. After a cold wind blows, the curtain in the temple makes a hunting sound, and the pattern of the beast engraved on it looms. Faintly, there were bursts of roars of fierce beasts, as if the lifelike demonic beasts on the curtain were about to rush out. For a moment, Yang Ling even felt the tower-shaped mark at the center of his eyebrows beating violently, and the body protection magic power automatically and quickly worked, as if he had received some invisible attack. After crossing the heavy curtains, the man in black finally stopped in a clearing, surrounded by a faint light. Yang Ling looked at it intently, and saw an old man in black with nine feathers on his head sitting not far away, and a strange statue of a broken arm was placed in front of him. "Distant guests, in you, I feel the breath of the ancient people. Come, don't be afraid, sit next to me!" The old man in black with nine feathers on his head turned around as he spoke, and after taking a look, Yuna couldn't help but exclaim, and even Yang Ling couldn't help but gasp a few breaths of cold air. The old man, with his long gray hair and skin and bones on his face, was more like a skeleton crawling out of the ground than an old man on the verge of death. In addition, the eye socket is hollow, as if a person was born blind, and it is like the eyeball has been gouged out alive for many years...... Although he couldn't see anything like a blind man, for some reason, he seemed to be clear about Yang Ling and Yuna's actions. "You, you are the prophet of the Sumerians?" After taking a few deep breaths, Yang Ling subconsciously asked knowingly, trying his best to calm down. "Yes, I am the thirty-eighth prophet of the Sumerians. Come, don't be afraid, sit next to me!" said the old man in black with a kind smile, but in the eyes of the two, the smile was more terrifying than a grimace. After taking a deep breath, Yang Ling strode forward and sat down cross-legged opposite the old man in black. Seeing this, Yuna had no choice but to walk up and sit down next to Yang Ling. "Very well, you are the only strangers who have entered our temple in all these hundreds of years!" the Sumerian prophet nodded appreciatively, and then briefly introduced the history of the Sumerians and the origin of the temple. The old man spoke slowly but clearly, and with his explanation, the two quickly gained a better understanding of the history of the Sumerians. It turns out that the Sumerians settled on this land in ancient times, passed down for more than 8,000 years, and after several generations of efforts, built a huge temple deep in the valley. In addition to the history of the tribe, the old man in black is not afraid to talk about the abilities of the tribe. It turns out that they are born with the ability to communicate with beasts, and after being born, they can also enhance their ability to communicate with beasts through a series of exercises. "In the beginning, we could only communicate with some beasts with gentle surnames, but when we cultivated to a certain level, we could have the spirit of beasts. Not only can it strengthen the ability to communicate with beasts, but it can also summon a powerful demonic beast as a war pet, so as to gain powerful combat power!" Beast Spirit, Ability to Communicate with Beasts?Hearing the old man in black say this, Yang Ling suddenly realized, and finally understood why Berruso and the others were able to command a large group of fierce dogs and clouded leopards through the horns. But then, he was full of doubts, and he couldn't understand why the other party had told him the secrets of his people. Could it be that this old guy really thinks that he is a branch of their tribe, or a long-lost clansman? Thinking of what the old man in black said before, his heart moved, and he found a reasonable explanation. Then think about how to make mistakes and get the most benefits. The practice mantra of communication between Sumerians and beasts is certainly not to be missed, and in addition, it is also a good idea to catch a group of strong men from here and form a force with a large number of beasts to fight. Of course, it would be even more wonderful if the Sumerians could be persuaded to settle in the town of Wissen!" "A long time ago, we Sumerians spread across the continent and created a glorious beast taming civilization!" After a pause, the old man in black continued: "At that time, the people had another ability in addition to the ability to communicate with wild beasts. It can directly absorb the energy contained in the black stone stone and advance quickly, so as to have strong combat power. It's a pity that the method of absorbing energy has long been lost!" Seeing the old man in black smiling meaningfully as he said this, Yang Ling's heart moved, and he quickly thought of another possibility. When he was exploring the secrets of the Black Stone outside, he inadvertently absorbed a large amount of energy and emitted a circle of red light, and he was able to hide from the rookie mercenaries who didn't have much of a city, but he definitely couldn't hide the Sumerians who dealt with the Black Stone all year round. Could it be that because of this, the old guy thinks that he is their lost clan in ancient times? After careful consideration, Yang Ling became more and more sure of his thoughts, and shook his head helplessly and smiled bitterly. I didn't expect that out of curiosity, I accidentally emitted a circle of red light, and I didn't expect it to attract the attention of the Sumerians so quickly. The method of absorbing energy has long been lost? Could it be that the real purpose of the old guy saying so much is that he hopes that he will hand over the skill of absorbing energy? After shaking his head, he was shocked in his heart, and suddenly thought of the other party's true purpose. For a while, I don't know if it is a blessing or a curse after being mistaken by the other party for a lost clansman in ancient times!

(To be continued)