is a done deal

Facing the series of questions I bombarded me with, the tengu looked very calm. It even had the leisure to raise its paws, poke out its sharp nails, and pick its teeth carelessly, picking up the remaining bits from the gaps between those teeth.

Judging from the food scraps, it seems that its living conditions have been good since entering the Manco tribe.

After a long time, it slowly spoke: "About the bottle of blood, I have to say sorry to you. I didn't get the authorization from the master about this matter, so I can't tell you too much, but you are a smart man, don't you?

Is it really impossible to guess at all?"

After saying this, it changed the subject, squinted its dog eyes and said: "As for why you were able to enter the Manco tribe so smoothly and what you are going to do next, it doesn't hurt to tell you. Anyway, we have reached this point.

, everything is a foregone conclusion, you cannot rely on your own strength to pull a speeding train..."

I looked at it with deep eyes. The Tengu was silent for a moment, and just as he was about to speak, a rush of footsteps came from outside.

Soon, four naked people walked in in a hurry.

The leader is a middle-aged man in his forties. Like all the Manco people I have seen, he only has something like a grass skirt tied around his waist, blocking key positions. But compared to what I saw last night,

Among the Manco people who arrived, his body was more bloated, his belly was very big, and he actually felt like a potbelly. This was a miracle in primitive tribes with limited living supplies, and on his head he had a

The hat made of white bird feathers is somewhat similar to the eagle feather crown of the Indians, but it is far less complicated and simpler than the eagle feather crown. Of course, there is a high probability that these Manco people are indeed a branch of Indians.

After all, the legendary founding emperor of the Inca Empire came from them, and the Inca Empire was an ancient country belonging to the Indians. It is understandable that the decorative styles of the two are somewhat similar.

Various characteristics prove that this middle-aged man should have a very high status in the tribe. If nothing unexpected happens, he is likely to be the chief of the tribe.

Behind this person on the right side, there is an old woman dressed similarly, but without a feather crown. Her body is painted with various colorful paints, and she is holding a very complicated crutch in her hand. The top of the crutch is dotted with

There are many bone products, which look like Sulu ingot spears, and they are probably not light in weight.

After these two people, there were two young men walking side by side. They were lean and lean, with swords on their waists. They should be two samurai.

After the four people saw me, their expressions suddenly became excited. The middle-aged man who seemed to be a chief took the lead and walked towards me quickly, knelt down on one knee, grabbed my hand and kissed it, then respectfully

He was lying on the ground, with his forehead on the ground, and was talking a lot. The two warriors behind him were also lying on the ground, but they didn't say a word. Only the old woman with a cane still stood aside.

At this moment, I could say that I had a puzzled look on my face. Firstly, they were too polite and they immediately knelt down when they came up. Secondly, I couldn’t understand what the man was talking about, so I had no choice but to turn to the Tengu for help.

The tengu shook his head slightly, indicating that there was nothing he could do.

On the contrary, the old woman next to me seemed to see something on my face. She thought for a moment, nodded slightly to show respect, and suddenly said: "Dear envoy, the representative of the great Veracoca in the world, this is

Our chief Qingma, he pays you the highest respect..."

If my body wasn't too weak, I almost didn't sit up.

Because what the old woman said was clearly a sacrificial inscription from our line of ritual officers. Although the pronunciation was not very standard, it was still understandable!

As for the Veracoca mentioned in it, this is the supreme god of Inca religion. He is known as "the master of the world, the most resourceful and virtuous elder in the world". Except for this supreme god, other

The gods are all called Huaka.

They think that I am a messenger sent by the Supreme God to the human world.

I've...become an envoy again?

Why is it that every time I hang out with Wei Laoliu, I always become a magician inexplicably? It was the same last time in overseas district 11. I became a god inexplicably, and it happens again this time?

I looked at the old woman and asked in the same ritual of the Wei clan: "Why do you understand our language?"

The old woman said respectfully: "The great Veracoca left behind a language belonging to the gods. Our tribe has always preserved these languages ​​and left them in the temple. Each generation of temple priests has

We must learn the language of God in order to communicate with the gods and express our piety to Veracoka..."

It turns out to be a priest!

The language of God left behind by Veracoca?

It seems that this Veracoca is not too serious. Needless to say, he must be from our Wei family, otherwise he would not have left a memorial.

Could it be Wei Laoliu?

But this idea was fleeting and untenable. From beginning to end, Wei Laoliu was never able to truly enter the Manco tribe, let alone pretend to be Veracoca and pass down the sacrificial inscriptions.

So who is it?

Wei Wuzi?

This possibility cannot be ruled out. Wei Laoliu was so concerned about this place because it was related to Nanhai Guixu. In this case, the possibility that Wei Wuzi left a legacy of sacrificial texts is very high.

"This Wei Laoliu went through such a big circle and let me enter the tribe of the Manco people. The Manco people are probably related to my direct ancestor Wei Wuzi. With Wei Laoliu's urine, he was under Wei Wuzi's subordinates.

After suffering such a big loss, if this guy wants to get back Tianqi, he will have to backhand Yinwei Wuzi.

Judging from the situation when my master entered Nanhai Guixu at that time, Wei Wuzi was still conscious and knew about my existence. He was protective of me, otherwise he would not have sent my master back. Well... I still have to be careful.

, If you can’t help, you can’t be a pig teammate.”

A series of thoughts flashed through my mind.

At this time, Chief Qingma began to babble again and said a long string of words. When he finished speaking, the priest looked at me cautiously. Seeing that I didn't look strange, he acted as an interpreter:

"Chief Qingma said that white-skinned outsiders hover like vultures in the sky of the ancestral land. They are minions of the devil, bringing death and darkness.

We are the people of the great Huelacoca. We are never afraid of death. We only hope to return to the embrace of Zhuhuaca after death. But these demons want to dash even this hope. They cut off the scalps of the warriors and cut off the

The passage between our souls and heaven allows our souls to wander forever in this dirty world, and our bodies to rot and fall in the mud.

The former chief, Black Elk, had died in the battle last night. The soldiers suffered heavy casualties, but they only brought back a corpse with its head cut off. Such a corpse could not even enter the temple.

Despair and sadness have enveloped this land of God. Women are crying in despair because they have lost their husbands, and children are starving miserably because they have lost their fathers.

Fortunately, the great Veracoca did not abandon us. On the darkest night yesterday, the altar shook, Huaca's soul roared angrily, and blood danced in the sky. You, the bravest warrior beside Veracoca

Came in the catastrophe and killed many white-skinned demons...

After receiving the news, Chief Qingma has contacted all the tribes that believe in Werakoka. Under your call, thousands of warriors are gathering here. He hopes that you can lead these warriors to fight against darkness and demons and bless them.

This land preserves the glory of God.

He also knows that you are very tired from the battle last night, but now sadness and despair are spreading. Today is the day to bury many soldiers. He hopes that you can stand up at this time. Your appearance will definitely make the people

Let’s regain our fighting spirit!”

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Chapter completed!