Just as Berluso pondered for a moment, preparing to learn more about the situation, a Sumerian man with four feathers on his head strode in, pulled Berluso aside and whispered a few words. The latter looked shocked,

After the accident, he strode towards Yang Ling and said, "Master Yuri, the prophet of our clan invites you to visit the temple!"

prophet?

For some indigenous people, although the prophet does not hold real power, he is the most prestigious person in the tribe. He often lives in the oldest place of the tribe. If there is nothing, he will never come out easily, let alone meet an outsider at will. Yang Ling

I don’t understand why I was invited by the other party as soon as I entered Stone City.

Could it be that just by accidentally absorbing part of the energy of the black stone, it attracted the other party's attention?

Looking at the strange stone walls around him, Yang Ling's heart moved. After pondering for a moment, he no longer hesitated and strode out with Berluso. Behind him, Yuna followed closely.

After stepping on snowflakes and crossing a small forest, the three of them soon arrived at a heavily guarded valley.

After taking out a token and shaking it, Berluso led Yang Ling and Yuna and strode inside. Along the way, they saw strange stone sculptures from time to time. Some were holding heavy axes, some were missing an arm, and some were missing an arm.

Some even lost their entire heads and were left lying on the roadside for no apparent reason, looking extremely weird.

After holding the staff and muttering in a low voice for a moment, while Berluso who was walking in front wasn't paying attention, Yuna quietly cast a swiftness spell on Yang Ling and whispered: "Brother Yang, the valley is filled with an unknown energy. I'll see to it later."

Be careful!"

"It's okay, don't worry, remember later, 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 filled with fluctuations of obscure energy. The feeling was a bit like the fluctuations of fire magic elements, and a bit like the energy fluctuations in the black stone.

However, even though he was not quite sure what the Sumerian prophet was looking for for him, he was not as worried as Yuna. The other party had no conflict of interest with him and could not have any conspiracy against him.

In addition, he feels that his witchcraft power has improved recently, and there is only a thin layer of paper left before he can break through to the intermediate level of earth witchcraft. If something goes wrong, at the worst, he can quickly bring Yuna to the witch tower space.

The teleportation-like earth escape spell retreated completely.

At the end of the valley, there is a huge stone house, which is made up of rectangular black stones the size of a dining table. But unlike the stone houses outside, not only are each piece of black stone here nearly ten times larger, but they are also engraved on the surface.

There are patterns one after another. There are endless grasslands, countless monsters, and sacrifices that are prostrate on the ground sincerely...

"Master Yuri, this is the temple of our tribe. It is said to have a history of more than 8,000 years!"

Seeing Yang Ling and Yuna looking at the huge temple curiously, Berluso proudly introduced it. It turned out that the Sumerians had been living in the Siberian desert since ancient times and had settled in Stone City for thousands of years.

An ancient temple remains.

A tribe with an 8,000-year history, a temple with an 8,000-year history. I wonder if there are any clues to the ancient wizards here, and is there anything I need?

After understanding the long history of the Sumerians, Yang Ling's mind moved, and he quickly thought of the ancient wizards who had disappeared for thousands of years. The older the tribe, the more isolated they lived, the more likely they were to retain some ancient relics.

The classics that came down.

After bringing the two people to the entrance of the temple, Berluso said a few words to a man in black with five feathers on his head. After nodding, the latter strode inside without saying a word, and turned back after walking a few steps.

Signaling Yang Ling and Yuna to follow closely.

Initially, seeing that the temples were all made of huge black stones, Yang Ling thought that the inside would be as warm in winter and cool in summer as the stone houses outside. Unexpectedly, when he walked in, he found that was not the case at all. In addition to the absence of snowflakes, the temperature was not the same.

It's not much higher than the valley where the cold wind is whistling. In fact, it gets colder the further you go in. It's unclear where the energy in the black stone went.

Inside the temple, there is nothing on the ground, but there are gray curtains hanging on the roof. In addition to the patterns of beasts, there are also rows of tadpole-like small characters written on them. At first glance, it looks a bit like a story in Chinese history.

It’s a small seal script, but if you look closely, you feel it’s different.

Obscure energy fluctuations, scattered curtains, biting chill...

The further inside, the more Yang Ling felt that this trip was unusual. Just in case, he held a few witch talismans in his left hand and a witchcraft in his right hand, ready to summon the army of monsters at any time.

call.....

After a gust of cold wind blew, the curtains in the temple rustled, and the patterns of beasts engraved on them were vaguely visible. There were also faint roars of beasts, as if the lifelike monsters on the curtains were about to rush out. There were

At that moment, Yang Ling even felt the tower-shaped mark at the center of his eyebrows beating fiercely, and his body-protecting witchcraft power was automatically running rapidly, as if he had received some invisible attack.

After passing through the heavy curtains, the man in black finally stopped in an open space. The surrounding light was dim. Yang Ling took a closer look and saw an old man in black sitting not far away with nine feathers on his head. In front of him was a strange

Broken arm statue.

"Guest from afar, I feel the breath of the ancient people in you. Come on, don't be afraid, sit next to me!"

The old man in black with nine feathers on his head turned around as he spoke. After taking a look, Yuna couldn't help but scream. Even Yang Ling couldn't help but take a few breaths of air.

The old man has long gray hair and a skinny face. He is not so much a dying old man as a skeleton crawling out of the ground. In addition, his eye sockets are hollow, as if he was born blind, or as if his eyeballs were burned alive.

After years of digging... Even though he couldn't see anything like a blind man, for some reason, he seemed to be aware of Yang Ling and Yuna's actions.

"You...are you the prophet of the Sumerians?" After taking a few deep breaths, Yang Ling subconsciously asked the question knowingly and tried his best to calm down.

"Yes, I am the thirty-eighth generation prophet of the Sumerians. Come, don't be afraid, sit next to me!" The old man in black smiled kindly as he spoke, but in the eyes of the two of them, the smile was stronger than

The ghost faces are even scarier.

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 good, you are the only strangers who have entered our temple in 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. Under his explanation, the two of them quickly gained a better understanding of the history of the Sumerians.

It turns out that the Sumerians settled on this land in ancient times and inherited it for more than 8,000 years. After several generations of hard work, they built a huge temple deep in the valley.

In addition to the history of the tribe, the old man in black is also not shy about talking about the supernatural powers of his tribe. It turns out that they are born with the ability to communicate with wild beasts. After they are born, they can also enhance their ability to communicate with wild beasts through a series of exercises.

"At the beginning, we can only communicate with some gentle beasts, but after cultivating to a certain level, we can possess the spirit of beasts. Not only can we strengthen our ability to communicate with beasts, but we can also summon a powerful monster as a battle pet.

Thus gaining strong combat effectiveness!" Perhaps he was a little tired, the old man in black took a deep breath after finishing speaking.

Beast spirit, the ability to communicate with beasts?

Hearing what the old man in black said, Yang Ling suddenly understood, and finally understood why Berluso and others were able to command large groups of fierce dogs and clouded leopards through their horns. But then, he had doubts and couldn't understand why the other party told him the secrets of his tribe.

Could it be that this old guy really thought he was a branch of their tribe, or a long-lost tribesman?

Recalling what the old man in black had said before, his mind moved and he found a reasonable explanation. Then he figured out how to correct the mistake and obtain the maximum benefit.

The Sumerian training formula for communicating with beasts is definitely not to be missed. In addition, if you can capture a group of strong men from here and form an army with a large number of beasts to fight, I believe it will also be a good idea. Of course, if you can convince Sumerians

It will be even more wonderful when people settle in Weisen Town!

"A long time ago, we Sumerians spread across the entire continent and created a brilliant beast-taming civilization!" After a pause, the old man in black continued: "At that time, in addition to the ability to communicate with beasts, our people also had the ability to communicate with beasts.

Another ability. It can directly absorb the energy contained in the black stone, quickly advance, and thus have strong combat effectiveness. Unfortunately, the method of absorbing energy has long been lost!"

Directly absorb the energy in the black stone?

Seeing the old man in black turning his face towards him and smiling meaningfully as he spoke, 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 can fool a rookie mercenary who has no money in the city through nonsense, but it will definitely not be able to fool the Sumerians who have been dealing with black stones all year round.

Could it be that just because of this, the old guy thinks that he is a member of their tribe who was lost in ancient times?

After careful consideration, Yang Ling became more and more sure of his idea, and shook his head helplessly with a bitter smile. Unexpectedly, out of curiosity, he accidentally emitted a circle of red light, and he did not expect that it would 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 talking so much is to hope that he can hand over his energy absorption skills?
Chapter completed!