Baer quickly retreated this soul memory, and finally stopped at the moment when 86's short hair was blown away by the strong wind, and then Baer continued to pull the soul lens closer, closer, and then crazy again.

And all the while, his eyes were only staring at one part.

86 of the neck.

The intricate heraldic imprint on the neck, to be exact.

"This. No way! This is! Did I admit that I was wrong? No! Never! This one is. But why, shouldn't. Obviously, that person has already been"

After exiting the soul search state, Baer still didn't recover from the shock, and he was still talking to himself frantically from the bottom of his mouth.

And from the perspective of others, the chiefs of the Ancient Wolf Clan had never seen their always extremely calm and unhurried High Priest appear to be as flustered as he is now.

Could it be that there is really a big problem on the other side of the Tribal Forest?

Or is it tricky to make the high priest feel moved by it?

This, how is this possible?

Just the "low" clans of the Tribal Forest?

The High Priest was in this state for five minutes before it seemed to subside.

The chief wanted to ask tentatively, but before he could speak, the high priest made another move.

I saw Bar open the placket of his arm, and then the long nail cover of his other hand lightly scratched the bare arm, and suddenly it was as if it had been cut by a blade, and blood spread along the wound.

One drop, two drops, five drops.

It took five drops of blood for Bar to heal the wound, and at the same time lowered the cuffs of his placket and carefully tended the folds.

On the other side, the chief of the Ancient Wolf Clan in the room was actually surprised when Ba'er bled out, but soon his eyes seemed to be filled with the scarlet of blood, and he lost his consciousness and turned into fanaticism and longing.

Looking at the chieftain who was eager to learn about his blood, the corners of Baer's mouth hooked up a smile, and then like a handout to throw bones at a puppy, he waved his fingers, and soon five drops of blood flew into the chief's body, and began to merge with the chief.

"Uh-a-uh"

Immediately, the chief of the ancient wolf clan began to let out a low roar, and his already burly body was even more bruised, the muscles of his limbs were expanding like crazy, and the momentum of his whole body was rising layer by layer.

Only a minute or two passed, and just now, a clan chief, like many sub-races, who stayed at the "normal" level, now flew in one step, exuding a powerful aura of "dangerous level".

Of course, at the price, there were many strange blood lines on his body that did not belong to the original, and they crawled all over the chief's body, even making his skin faintly red.

"Sense, thank you to the High Priest for giving me a new life, for freeing me from the filthy bloodline, and removing the curse, I will personally lead the most outstanding newborn warriors of the Ancient Wolf Clan to immediately extinguish those stupid clans who dare to disobey the will of the High Priest in the Tribal Forest!"

The chieftain, who had gained his new powers, was ecstatic, but at the same time became more brutal and impatient, and he spoke with a bloodthirsty impulse in his eyes, smiling and wishing he could go and kill now.

It's a pity.

"No, not only do you not touch the people in the Tribal Forest after that, but you have to go over and help me bring their leader over yourself."

After Barr spoke lightly, the chief was dumbfounded.

"Great, high priest, what do you mean? Please. Ask the clan alliances. Leader? Or am I on my own? ”

The chief thought that the high priest had given him blood and strength to settle the threat, but now he had spent five drops of precious sacrifice to stop the bleeding, just to get him to deliver the message? Or to the enemy?

The chief did not understand very much, is it so grand to send a letter? And let him have a dignified chief go over in person? And as long as the leader of the other side is not a fool, he will not come to the base camp of such an enemy, right?

Just when he was still wondering and irritating in his heart, suddenly a cold touch came from his neck, and when the chief came to his senses, it was the high priest who stretched out a finger and covered his neck with his fingernails.

Bar's fingers moved slightly, and suddenly a wound began to appear on the chief's neck, about to burst blood, causing the chief's back to break out in a cold sweat, and for a moment all distractions disappeared, leaving only fear.

"Because it's very important, it's very important, and there's nothing more important to me, so I not only handed it over to you personally, but also gave you the strength to make sure that you can definitely send the invitation to that leader, understand?"

"Coco, in case that leader doesn't. What if you don't come? ”

After the High Priest uttered three important things in a row, the Chief immediately corrected his previous dismissive attitude, but because of this, he was even more afraid that the task would not be completed, and he would become like the few sentinels next to him who had been drained of their souls by the High Priest.

On the other side, retracting the hand that had rested on the chief's neck, Bar straightened his clothes, continuing to be neat and graceful, and he raised his head, as if he were looking up at the ceiling, as if he were looking up at something that had crossed the region, crossed time, and was before a long time.

Soon after, Bar snorted coldly.

"Don't worry."

"He's coming."

With the words of the high priest, the chief could only pray that the new leader of the tribal forest was really willing to come, and when he was about to retire and leave, he immediately set off to "deliver the letter", but he did not expect that he had just arrived at the door, and before he had taken half a step, he was stopped by the high priest again.

I saw that Baer hesitated for a moment, as if she was struggling and hesitating about something, but in the end, it seemed that some desire in her heart still prevailed, and soon after, she took out one from the inner pocket of the geisha Oiran's clothes.

Portrait?

When the chief took it, he was even more confused, for the gray sketch was a portrait of a man, yes, a portrait of their high priest.

"This"

"Give this to the leader of the Tribal Forest, and don't say a word beyond that, whatever he asks you."

"Understood, understood, high priest!"

The chief hurriedly agreed, but he didn't know if it was his own delusion, and he always felt that the high priest opposite was full of a kind of self-portrait when he handed him a self-portrait and the words he had just told him not to "talk too much".

Nervous and nervous?

The chieftain, who did not dare to ask any more questions, exited the high priest's room, hurried to carry out the order, and after collecting the portrait about the size of a palm into the package, he himself ran towards the tribal forest all night.

Barr, who was alone again, returned to the dresser and looked at himself in the mirror, the expression on his face was constantly changing.

There's anger, there's ridiculousness, there's hatred, there's confusion.

But soon everything in the end turned into a stumbling one.

(End of chapter)