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Chapter 62: There is a legend in the clan leader's mouth

The stars are bright and the breeze is gentle. In the wide courtyard, there are dozens of strong soldiers of the Unicorn tribe standing. They are all holding long-standing waists, motionless, and highly concentrated. They try to sense the surrounding wind and movements. It seems that the pores in their bodies are also responding to the call of their master and doing the same thing.

These soldiers who are dedicated to their efforts are protecting their patriarch to ensure that they can fall asleep peacefully. This kind of day has been going on for a while, and every night there are two soldiers on duty alternately to ensure that there is no accident. The fundamental reason for all this comes from the ambition of the high priest and the clan leader Rabach. Therefore, everyone hates these two people now, and they want to peel and cramp them when they don’t meet. When they meet, they even want to drink their blood and eat their hearts.

When everyone is highly concentrated, everyone feels very depressed. Many people want to fight a battle. No matter who loses and who wins, as long as they can end this planned racial chaos as soon as possible. However, when everyone thinks that this is a racial self-harm and that they may fight their relatives in a life-and-death battle, everyone feels too cruel and hopes that this racial chaos will never happen.

In the air, a sudden wave burst out, and it seemed that two sudden gusts of winds suddenly collided with each other and were collided behind each other.

"Who?" Dozens of soldiers were shocked, and half quickly flashed towards the patriarch's door, and half were ready to attack at the moment.

The waves flashed a few times, and a hoarse voice in the air said carefully: "Li Zhan will be me! Qiu Fan!" Qiu Fan said as he grabbed the mask on his face, revealing his true face.

"Mr. Qiu!" General Li Zhan said in surprise: "You are finally back!"

"Speak quietly!" Qiu Fan reminded, for fear that someone would monitor the place.

While talking, the two of them slowly landed.

"I understand!" General Li Zhan understood, still unable to hide his excitement.

"I have an urgent matter and need to meet the patriarch immediately!" Qiu Fan said softly.

"Please!" General Li Zhan stretched out his left hand and asked.

"So it's Lord Qiu, hello Lord Qiu!" Dozens of soldiers said excitedly, and their spirits were immediately relaxed. Some people couldn't help but laugh at themselves and wiped the cold sweat from their faces.

"Everyone stands!" The general of Plough stopped suddenly and ordered sternly.

The rapid footsteps immediately sounded, and in a few blinks, dozens of soldiers stood back to their original positions.

"No one has seen what happened tonight, understand!" General Li Zhanshen said sternly after a look at the standing soldiers.

"I understand!" dozens of soldiers responded in unison, not loud.

"Mr. Qiu, please!" General Li Zhan asked again.

Qiu Fan nodded and walked forward; Li Zhan will follow his left hand, with only half a step away.

...

"You are back." A middle-aged single-horned man with wrinkles and gray hair shawls said to Qiu Fan. This man is the patriarch of the single-horned clan. He sat on a soft cushion, and in front of him was a low long table with dissatisfaction in his words.

"What's going on in the clan now?" Qiu Fan seemed to have not heard the clan leader's words and asked on his own.

"Why are you coming back?" the patriarch asked in a reproachful tone, and it seemed that he had not heard Qiu Fan's question.

"Class leader!" General Li Zhan was shocked, and he couldn't understand which play the patriarch was acting.

"Since you came directly to me, you must have some understanding of the general matter. In short, clan chaos may break out at any time." The patriarch said, his tone of indifference to an incredible level, as if this matter had nothing to do with him. In fact, he was tired, completely exhausted, and he had countless scars on his body for nearly a lifetime of battles between the three tribes; as a result, in his later years... in his later years, he encountered such a thing, and had to fight with his own brother, the high priest of his clan, and his own tribe members... How could he not be tired if he was tired?

"It seems that it's time for me to come back!" Qiu Fan's voice was hoarse and heavy, and even had his gratitude and anger.

The patriarch shook his head and said helplessly: "I prefer you to stay there and not come back. It would be too cruel to face the racial tyranny."

The face of the general Plough Zhan was solemn and gloomy.

Qiu Fan said angrily: "What are the words of the patriarch? If the high priest had not been aggressive, how could it have developed to the present level?"

"The high priest is also for the orthodoxy of his clan." The patriarch said in a low voice.

"For the sake of the orthodoxy of our clan, we can destroy human nature and kill our own flesh and blood?" Qiu Fan became even more angry. "I think the high priest has long had ambitions, but it's just taking advantage of the problem! Besides..." Qiu Fan paused, raised his gray eyebrows and continued, "Besides, the high priest said that he was punishing me to guard the secret cave that went to the human race. His real purpose should be to die, right? If I hadn't been very good in water, I'd probably have drowned before I reached the secret cave! I've been lonely for the past twenty years!" Qiu Fan punched his right hand and hit the low table in front of him with a bang.

"You are also lucky in disguise. You can take the opportunity to see the vast world of the human race and get a better experience." The patriarch said calmly.

"As a soldier, I must stick to my post; as a prisoner, I must stay in my prison!" Qiu Fan said hoarsely.

The patriarch smiled meaningfully and said, "You still can't see it. If you can be as casual as the three legendary pioneers, you won't have to worry about it."

Qiu Fan snorted disdainfully and said, "What are the envy of the three people who have given up their own race for their own future!"

The clan leader smiled miserably and said, "You came to me so late to find me just to confirm the clan chaos, right?"

Qiu Fan frowned suddenly and said in confusion: "The patriarch already knows?"

"Not many, I only know that a human race who was infected with the red poisonous weed was brought back by you." The patriarch said with a calm smile.

"Did Pakkuk use the Flying Eagle to deliver the letter?" Qiu Fan's voice was hoarse and gloomy, and his brows became even tighter.

The patriarch smiled but said nothing.

"This talkative guy!" Qiu Fan said angrily, suddenly remembering something again, and asked hurriedly: "Don't the high priest know, right?"

"It should be limited to some tribe members being infected with the poison of the red poisonous weeds." The clan leader said, his face inevitably becoming ugly.

"That's good!" Qiu Fan said gladly: "The antidote is going to bother the clan leader."

"No problem." The patriarch agreed without hesitation.

Qiu Fan's face immediately filled with a smile.

"We should also talk about this human race." The patriarch smiled indifferently.

"About me, Yi brother," Qiu Fan said with a hoarse voice, "Actually, I don't know much, but I'm quite confident about his character."

"Oh——" The patriarch immediately became interested. Those who could make Qiu Fan appreciate it so much and call brothers must have their own unique features.

The general Li Zhanzhan opposite Qiu Fan also widened his eyes and straightened his ears.
Chapter completed!