Pulling the zipper of the tent, Zhang Er poked his head out.

Harlan was tired of scolding for a long time, and there was no sound in the second half of the night, and it is estimated that all the anger of the past 70 years or so was scolded in this night.

"This master~ are you comfortable?"

Harlan raised his head listlessly and looked at Zhang Er in front of him, not angry.

"Why don't you get out of here, didn't you say I don't like to see you", he had a weak expression, and Zhang Er was amused.

That's what he wants, and he asks how to bring back an old madman who has been imprisoned for more than seventy years, which is the best way.

But the slap is enough, and it's time to give the dates to eat.

"I heard the patriarch say that you have been imprisoned here for more than 70 years, and you must have a lot of resentment, and it is not bad to scold it, at least you feel comfortable"

"What about me, I'll help you break the seal, and then let's go back as soon as possible, there are still people waiting for you in the clan."

Harlan watched Zhang Er take out the crystal bottle from his arms, and didn't know why this junior hated it, but what he said made a lot of sense.

I did scold for a night, and I was inexplicably much more comfortable, although I was very tired, but I was a hundred times stronger than my loneliness before.

With the liquid inside the crystal bottle, slowly drip down.

The stone lock, which had been sealed for seventy years, began to tremble, and the entire spear mountain began to hum with its trembling.

"No, won't it...", Zhang Er thought of a very bad thing, recalling that when Sun Monkey got out of trouble, the ground shook and the entire Wuzhi Mountain collapsed.

It won't be the same here.

Thinking of this, Zhang Er hurriedly threw away the crystal bottle in his hand and ran away as soon as he slipped away.

Harlan was stunned and wanted to call him out, but his voice was hoarse.

"You're going to pull me out!"

The towering spear mountain collapsed when Zhang Er jumped to the ground, and he wiped the cold sweat from his head, thinking that he was lucky to run fast or he would have been buried underneath.

"Wait? Buried underneath? Broken! ”

After a few tosses, Zhang Er finally found Harlan in the rubble and soil, and those resentful eyes really made Zhang Er a little embarrassed.

"It has to be you, you can't die if your body is tough", Zhang Er praised.

And Harlan really enjoyed it, "That's, how to say that I'm also an Evenki warrior comparable to a demigod"

"You fucking stinky boy, don't think I'll forget about changing the subject"

To be honest, he was covered in dust and soil, and the obvious smell was suppressed, and Zhang Er couldn't smell his body dragging him.

found a pond, which can be regarded as a good bath for his seventy-year-old body.

"Laugh! You're laughing! After all, his body had just broken away from the seal, and his limbs didn't have any strength, so he could only let this junior fiddle with it.

And when he bathed himself, he set his eyes on his eagle.

He thought to himself, what are you laughing at, you have been sealed in the mountains for seventy years, maybe you are younger than me.

"I swear! I don't think there is any meaning to laugh at Harlan senior", Zhang Er rubbed his body hard, lowering his head.

"You fart! You haven't stopped! ”

Next to the pond, Zhang Er set up a bonfire and grilled fish.

Harlan leaned against the stump in confusion and couldn't help asking, "Are there no rules in the clan now?" ”

"Where's your Immortal Umbrella?"

"And your manners? How can it be so casual? ”

Zhang Er was stunned for a moment, thinking that this person who dared to challenge the gods was still like that, sighed, took a fish, and prayed.

The fish was then thrown into the fire.

"Senior Harlan, Luo Zi is too heavy and has to be carried all the time, I have to take you back, make do with it"

As he spoke, he handed over the grilled fish, but no one expected that Harlan would raise his hand that he couldn't control at all and throw it over, throwing the fish to the ground.

"Who the hell are you!"

"You're not a proud Evenki warrior!"

Zhang Er was stunned, he didn't expect that this person would be very sure of his identity with such a little information.

But even if his identity is clear, it means that he can't go back to the Evenki tribe, and A-Niang in this world will be disappointed.

Gritting his teeth, Zhang Er urged the tattoo on his arm, and a pale yellow coat of arms inexplicably lit up on his forehead.

No matter what happens in the future, he can't leave the Evenks now, not only because of his injuries and intelligence.

Then come directly to prove yourself, anyway, he will know when he goes back, and it is best to feel at ease here.

"The mark of the mountain god... You are the chosen apostle...", Harlan looked at the coat of arms flashing on Zhang Er's forehead in disbelief.

The meaning of this coat of arms, how could he not understand.

Except for real Evenki warriors, outsiders cannot get them.

Only with the blood and fighting spirit of the Evenki people can they obtain the blessing of the gods.

He closed his eyes and shook his head gently.

Zhang Er's behavior is not like that of an Evenki at all, without sincere prayer and respect for nature.

But the gods chose him, maybe the culture of the Evenki people is really changing little by little, and he should accept such an old antique that has been sealed for more than 70 years.

"I'm sorry, I was too worried", Zhang Er was stunned, he never thought that this person would be like this after seeing it.

This attitude is so sincere that Zhang Er doesn't know how to speak.

looked at his grilled fish, thought about it, and put it in front of him, "Eat, senior~ Otherwise, I don't have the strength to carry you back"

On the shores of Lake Vega in the distance, among the lush virgin forests, on the enchanting Belle grassland.

There is an old legend and a beautiful song that exudes a breath of hope. The wordless tacit understanding between the Evenks and nature through time and space, and the call of the heart.

Zhang Er fiddled with the wood and threw it into the bonfire, listening to Harlan not knowing whether to sing or praise, looking at the moon with tears in his eyes.

He knew he was going home, finally home.

"Senior, do you know what the consequences will be if you carve a monster comparable to a demigod on your body?"

Zhang Erhui came mostly because of this problem, Zuo Qiang's magic core would always be tried, but he wanted to know what side effects would be caused by doing so.

"Demigods?" Harlan shook his head when he heard the question, and seemed very disdainful.

"Mere demigods! What will happen to our Evenki fighters?! ”

The unruly laughter penetrated the mountains and forests for Zhang Er's question, which made him extremely mocking.

"On my back, there are three souls of demigod-level monsters"

"And my shoulder, inscribed with the gods"

He looked at Zhang Er, and the domineering spirit in his eyes instantly swept his mind in this sentence, and he was extremely shocked, like a king who swept through thousands of armies, despising all beings.

"Gods?!" , Zhang Eryi was stunned.

"What? Scared? It seems that my story has not been circulated in the clan, it is also a matter of killing gods, and it is also a taboo", he laughed, his eyes staring.

A dazzling light suddenly lit up on his shoulder, it was an angel.

A noble woman, holding a spear in her hand with her eyes closed, this figure was not the same as the oracle of Anthem, and the feeling of holiness on it was like that of a higher rank.

Not an oracle who leads the way.

But the phantom quickly dissipated, and even Harlan sighed, his strength was already so weak that he couldn't even turn on his power.

But the shock to Zhang Er is more than that, killing gods... A true god.

The gods are powerful to him, and even if the invincible witch horse moves to him, he feels that he is nothing in front of the gods.

After all, that dead guy named Ling Tianjun had played the entire demon clan battle by himself.

"Burn... Aren't there any limits? Zhang Er couldn't help but ask.

"Limit?" Harlan grinned, "Only by constantly challenging the limits of the Evenks can the blood in their bodies be boiling. ”

"Who is your teacher? Don't even know the most basic things? ”

Zhang Er paused, took a deep breath, it seems that the demon core should be burned by itself, find a time to burn.

He looked at Harlan again, and this time he didn't make any jokes, but officially knelt on the ground.

There was still a long way to go back, plenty of time, and he wanted to know more.

The method of increasing the strength of the Evenks is very powerful, and if it can be fully mastered, it is definitely a powerful skill.

For the future Shinto and unknown enemies, you can't go wrong.

"Harlan senior, I don't have a teacher, to be honest I'm not really Evenki"

This sentence solved all the doubts in Harlan's heart, and he secretly said in his heart: "It's really like this! ”

Zhang Er told Harlan what happened to him, and looking at his increasingly angry face, Zhang Er knew that it was done.

No matter what time it is, sincerity is always nirvana.

However, the divine envoy still has a divine path, he didn't talk about it, he just said that he came from the Great Road of Ten Thousand Souls, and was chased and killed by the demons and fled all the way to this place in the upper realm.

And there are many more demons, resurrected in the Nether, ready to launch a general attack on the Upper.

After a short period of contact, Zhang Er almost understood the temperament of the old man in front of him, he was a serious Evenki, and he had the most sincere and admiring heart.

So Zhang Er dared, but if he didn't dare to face the patriarch of the clan, he had only seen that person once, and he could see the scheming in his eyes.

That's not a person who can put his heart into his heart, but a ruthless hero.

Only someone like Harlan, who is superior in force but is manipulated by others, is the most suitable, so Zhang Er did not hesitate.

"Harlan senior, I want to learn from you and learn all the abilities that can resist the demons"

"I want to protect the current clan A-Niang"

Looking at Zhang Er's sincere appearance, Harlan couldn't help but sigh.

It's heart-wrenching to be able to hold on to this despite such an ill-fated situation.

"Are your eyes too?" he asked, after a long silence.

Zhang Er nodded, and then took out the magic core that belonged to Zuo Qiang.

"It's a very pure demon core, the breath doesn't look like the power of a demigod, or even more", Harlan looked at it and affirmed.

"If you want to apprentice, I won't reveal your identity when I go back, and I will hold an apprenticeship ceremony."

"Then later"

When Zhang Er heard this, he smiled: "The master is on top~Worship by the apprentice~"

I thought to myself that such a ruthless guy would be a fool if he didn't apprentice, isn't this a proper ceiling of combat power!