When Arterius once again stepped up the steps that stretched upward, Han Chong still stared blankly at the people soaking in the pool. At this moment, he saw those people quickly swallowed up by the pool, just like the stone statues he had seen before.

This scene, as well as Arterius's words, made Han Chong unable to come back to his senses for a long time. On the Totem Continent, in order to gain more powerful strength, the totem warriors compete for each other. Grab the treasure, grab the exercise, grab the yuan. And the most important point is that any totem warrior will do his best to survive.

Because only by staying alive can they have a chance to gain greater power. Once it dies, then all the qiē will be reduced to a ridiculous joke.

But the people here are completely different. Seeing through life and choosing death, Han Chong can still understand a little in the end. But in order to pursue more powerful power, he resolutely chose death. Han Chong couldn't understand it even if he thought about it.

In order to gain more power, shouldn't we try our best to survive? Shouldn't we work ten times and 100 times harder than ordinary people?

Such a strange idea made Han Chong shake his head. He felt that these people were not people from the Totem Continent at all. Their philosophy is completely different from that on the Totem Continent.

Of course, their strange power should not be stored in the Totem Continent at all. According to Han Chong's understanding, only the legendary heaven can play with his life like this.

After reacting, Hu Gao quickly followed the pace of Arterius and walked to the top of the tree again.

They passed through many more platforms, but there was nothing unusual about them, and there was a turquoise pool on top of each platform. And these pools are all ordinary pools that are used to heal wounds, and have other functions like the pools that Atreus introduced to Han Chong before.

Of course, these pools are located above the trees, and the people who can use them are all people who have some reputation in the tribe. The higher the pool, the higher the reputation and the greater the virtue.

It seems that as long as there is life, there will be a division of ranks. Humans are no exception, orcs are no exception, monsters are no exception, even beasts and insects are no exception. Even those who seem to be detached from the world are no exception.

However, according to Arterius, the pool with the most powerful healing power is at the bottom of the tree, which can be used freely by the people. The higher the pool, the more healing power it has.

This seems to be a little different from the ordinary class.

"It's him!" Han Chong walked up with Altrius with peace of mind, just like an ordinary tree, the higher he went, the smaller the space above him, and this increasingly narrow space also made Han Chong's breath gradually become heavy. At this moment, a soft cry suddenly came out.

This soft cry was full of horror and surprise, but also with a little excitement. Han Chong and Arterius turned their heads at the same time. I saw only one of the Bat-Clan orcs, pointing to a pool above the platform.

"Is it really him?" Han Chong and Arterius had just turned around, and an exclamation of surprise came out one after another. At this moment, I saw more and more bat orcs with excited expressions on their faces. Even Elizabeth, who was dressed in white fur, and Dracula, who was high up, trembled lightly at this time.

Han Chong paused, and looked towards the pool. Soon, Han Chong also raised his eyebrows sharply, and a very surprised expression appeared on his face, "Why is he?"

He saw that the person soaking in the pool of this platform turned out to be an acquaintance. It's the witcher who troubled Hu Gao.

At this moment, the witcher was sitting naked in the pool. No wounds were seen on his body. But his eyes were tightly closed, and his face had a slightly pained expression. Even when he breathed, he could still hear bursts of sounds like bursts coming from a broken bellows.

"What's wrong?" Altrius saw Han Chong and the group of bat-clan orcs with a look of surprise on their faces. I couldn't help but ask.

He also looked at the witcher in the pool, and was stunned for a moment before he spoke, "This platform is for your guests to heal their wounds. I've never seen anyone do it. It seems that this witcher should be the guest of honor of the ancestors!"

"VIP?" Hearing Artrius's words, the bat-clan orcs turned their heads to look at him at the same time. At this moment, Dracula stepped out of it, smiled at Arterius, and then said, "Let's be honest, we know the people in that pool, and they are very important to us. Look, can you arrange for us to meet him!"

With that, Dracula turned to look at the witcher in the pool, his eyes shining eagerly

But at this time, Arterius shook his head, "I'm really sorry, I don't have this right!" As soon as he finished speaking, the faces of those bat-clan orcs changed. And Arterius hurriedly spoke to them again at this moment, "Since that person can use this pool, it means that he is the guest of honor of the ancestors. You should have the consent of your ancestors!"

Artrius smiled, "But don't worry, since you are an acquaintance of that man, the ancestor will definitely promise you." Moreover, the man was still healing, and seeing that he was so badly injured that he couldn't wake up for a while. It's useless for you to be in a hurry!"

After finishing speaking, Artrius nodded to Han Chong and those Bat Orcs again, and said solemnly, "You are all honored guests, and you have the highest freedom here. Whatever you want to do, wherever you want to go, no one will be there for you. But for now, please come with me first!"

With that, Arterius turned around and stepped up the steps again. Han Chong hurriedly followed.

And those bat orcs seem to be still reluctant to give up. It took a long time for them to turn their eyes back from the witcher. At this time, I saw Dracula gritting his teeth lightly and drinking softly, "This time, no matter what, I can't let this old man trot away." Damn, it's as slippery as a loach, and we haven't caught it yet!"

After that, Dracula turned his head and looked up again, and saw that Arterius had already walked some distance, Dracula opened his mouth and shouted softly, "Let's follow first, this old man is like this, he shouldn't be able to run away!"

With that, Dracula followed in the footsteps of Arterius with a group of men.

After walking up the stairs for a while, Arterius had already led Han Chong and them through the horizontal line full of fruit from the embryo of the baby, and reached the top.

Han Chong thought that they should have reached the top of the tree. But soon, Han Chong was taken aback again.

When he stepped out of the last step, the hall in front of Han Chong turned out to be a palace. A majestic stone palace. A burst of quaint aura emerged from the palace and rushed straight to Han Chong. Han Chong felt that all the monuments he had seen had not been in the palace for a long time.

In fact, it is more appropriate to say that it is not so much a palace as a temple. There is only one hall in the entire hall. It's just that even this is enough to surprise Han Chong. He really couldn't imagine how such a tree could support such a huge stone temple.

This temple is as quaint as its material. On either side of the temple, there was nothing left but the pillars that supported the temple. The walls of the temple, like other shrines, are carved with frescoes.

It's just that Han Chong couldn't understand those murals. In those motifs, he saw war, famine, and even desolation. But I just don't understand what these pictures are trying to convey.

Generally, no matter what kind of mural it is, it will have its meaning when it is drawn. In particular, the murals in the temple are generally very obvious and singular in meaning. Most of the frescoes are almost exclusively frescoes praising the deity of the temple to which it is enshrined.

But these murals made Han Chong confused. It's as if these murals are from different people, who just want to express what they want to say.

It's just that looking at the technique of carving the mural, it is obvious that it came from the hand of one person.

After shaking his head, Han Chong turned his head and looked at the front of the temple. In front of a general temple must be the statue of the owner of the temple, that is, the god to whom the temple is enshrined.

However, this is not the case with this temple, and at the very front of the temple is a painting.

And that painting is not a portrait of a person. Han Chong looked at it for a while, and finally understood that the painting was a map.

"That's a map of our hometown!" At this moment, Arterius walked to Han Chong's side. Explain to him.

"Is this a map of our hometown?" the bat-people walked up as well. When they heard Arterius' words, they all looked at the map enshrined in the temple. For a moment, almost all of the Bat-Clan had a surprised expression on their faces.

"It's really a map of our hometown!" Dracula took a sharp step forward, ran to the map, and looked at it carefully.