Chapter 467 Shaman (Second Update)

The tribe that ruled Gegen Gaole was Hailasu. Their chief claimed to have the blood of the Golden Family and was of the same origin as the Khan of the Golden Horde, Guldo, so he was given the title of "King of the Sun".

The contemporary King of the Sun has many descendants, and Agula is the most insignificant one among them. His mother was a slave girl, who was dragged into the king's tent after the King of the Sun got drunk.

He was the one with the humblest origin among his brothers and sisters and the least likely to inherit and divide the tribe. Relying on this, he had a harmonious relationship with most people. In addition, he had the blood of the Golden Family, so ordinary grassland people would naturally look up to him, so his status was not high or low, and he lived a good life.

"Agula himself had average martial arts talent, but he had a good son named Arsalan, and he had great hope that he would become famous because of his son. So he spent a huge amount of money to let Arsalan worship a powerful warrior as his teacher. In his early twenties, he had opened his seven orifices and his inner world was formed. Even the King of the Sun was concerned about him. Who knew that he was targeted by the Wolf King and his throat was broken by a claw in Gegen Gaole's own tent."

Wu En took Meng Qi through one tent after another and casually introduced the situation to him. "Because of his own low status and the hatred of Arsalan caused by his uncles and brothers, although the Hailasu tribe's foreign affairs said that they would take revenge, they were actually just perfunctory. This made Agula feel cold and he secretly joined the Wolf Killing Society."

Because some of Agula's shady southern goods and fur businesses had to pass through Old Wu En, he accidentally discovered this matter.

"The Wolf King is very particular about the targets he chooses to hunt... Meng Qi actually noticed this.

The Wolf King has never killed the direct lineage shamans of the Changsheng Sect and the descendants of the Golden Horde, and has not even killed anyone related to the Grandmaster. Look at Arsalan. Although the Hailasu tribe has a top master, he is the object of envy of others, and his father is an unappreciated descendant.

Wu En smiled and said, "If he didn't have this kind of awareness, the Wolf King would have become food for livestock long ago. Even if he has secret techniques and is cautious, if he is targeted by a powerful shaman or a Golden Horde master, how many times can he hide his whereabouts after one time? "

But the Wolf King is well-informed in avoiding the unprovoked part in the seemingly random killing... Meng Qi thought.

Wu En stopped beside a few tents, came forward, smiled and said a few words to the guarding warrior, and stuffed him a silver cake.

While Wu En was doing his work, Meng Qi was not idle either. He looked around the place casually. They were separated from other tents by a certain distance. There were warriors guarding around, and there were hidden stakes in the dark. There seemed to be secret guards hidden in the gaps on the top of the tent.

The horses, cattle, sheep, etc. were arranged in an orderly manner without any disorder, and the servants and slaves coming and going were also in order.

"Agula should not be underestimated. He is also a talent..." Meng Qi did not think that Agula was a genius because of his martial arts qualifications. I looked down on Agula because of his poor quality, but from the details, I felt that Agula had a very high command ability.

After a while, the guards came out and let Wu En and Meng Qi in.

After opening the tent, Meng Qi's mind naturally presented the situation inside. There must be people standing and hiding where the guards should be.

There was a thick blanket on the ground, which was very comfortable to step on. Agula did not sit cross-legged like ordinary grassland people, but arranged a red table and stool in the style of the Northern Zhou Dynasty. There were copper stoves on the table and in the four corners of the tent, burning red, warming the cold winter.

If there were no tents around, Meng Qi would have thought he had returned to the Northern Zhou Dynasty. It seems that the grassland nobles' love for southern goods is not a lie.

"Wu En, didn't I tell you not to come to me if you have nothing to do? "Agula's deep voice seemed to come from his chest and abdomen.

From his appearance alone, he was an ordinary grassland man who was getting fat in the middle age, but the jade ring on his hand and his calm eyes showed his identity.

In addition to the other guards, there was another person standing behind Agula. He was tall and burly, with sparse hair, bulging muscles full of strength, and many dark blue shaman patterns could be seen on his exposed skin. I don't know if it was a tattoo or something else.

Wu En looked at the guards around him and said with a smile: "I have some private matters to trouble Taiji, I don't know..."

Agula's face sank, and he waved his hand, asking all the guards in the open and in the dark to leave the tent, except for the burly man behind him and the person who might be hiding on the top of the tent.

"No matter what the secret is, you can tell it." Agula said in a deep voice.

Wu En pointed at Meng Qi and said bluntly: "He has a grudge against the Wolf King and wants to join the Wolf Killing Society."

"Damn lowly slave, how dare you leak this matter! "Agula was furious, picked up the whip on the table, and pretended to whip.

He looked calm and steady, but he was quite intimidating when he got angry.

But this was useless to Wu En, they were just partners, he smiled and took a step back: "Brother Zhebie is good at swordsmanship, and saved the old man's goods. With his joining, wouldn't it be more powerful to deal with the Wolf King?"

Meng Qi couldn't think of a good grassland name, so he called himself "Zhebie". After Wu En mentioned him, he looked at Agula with a cold look, put his right hand on the hilt, and made a gesture of blood splashing five steps.

"Zhebie..." Agula narrowed his eyes.

The burly man behind him snorted coldly: "Good at swordsmanship? Humph, I don't know how many people with good swordsmanship died at the hands of the Wolf King. "

Agula waved his hand to signal him to shut up, and the sound seemed to roll in his throat:

"What hatred do you have with the Wolf King? Where does it come from?"

"And our Wolf Killing Club has strict rules. If you don't have the corresponding strength or ability, you will definitely not be allowed to join. You can only provide us with information."

He was wary of this "Zhebie" who suddenly appeared, and he was not optimistic about his strength!

"A wandering swordsman, no relatives or friends died at the hands of the Wolf King..." Meng Qi deliberately paused.

"Then what deep hatred do you have with him?" Agula was a little surprised.

Meng Qi tried to be concise so as not to expose the flaws of the grassland language: "I was attacked by him."

"What?" Shocked voices came from Agula and the burly man behind him at the same time.

Even Wu En was quite stunned, because it was the first time he heard about this matter. This Qingshou head of the police could survive the Wolf King's sneak attack. No wonder he dared to go to the grassland to hunt down the Wolf King!

There are definitely not many people who can survive the Wolf King's sneak attack below half a step. There are no more than ten people in the entire grassland. Most of them are because there are helpers nearby. The Wolf King missed a blow and immediately fled far away.

The burly man said rudely: "God of Heaven, liars must die in the mouth of wolves! Just because the Wolf King is not here, you dare to lie?"

He obviously didn't believe that the wandering swordsman who was not strong enough and powerful enough could escape from the Wolf King. He could still say that he killed the Wolf King and made him piss and piss. Anyway, the Wolf King would not come out to clarify.

Agula frowned, and he had the same opinion in his heart. He said to Wu En: "Zhebie's origin is unknown, and his hatred with the Wolf King cannot be verified. Even if I recommend him, I am afraid others will not agree."

He politely refused.

Meng Qi stepped forward and said calmly: "Has anyone seen the Wolf King take action?"

The scene froze for a moment. Agula was silent for a moment before saying: "When Arsalan was killed, Batu was in his tent."

The tall and burly Batu recalled the past, his face turned pale, as if he often had nightmares because of it. His voice was no longer powerful, but slightly weak: "I didn't see it with my own eyes, but I felt that he was like an evil ghost, a wild wolf that had become a spirit... Eternal Heaven..."

"Then you try." Meng Qi was very frugal with his words, and his appearance was extremely cold.

As soon as the voice fell, the whole tent suddenly darkened, and Batu found that the wandering swordsman in front of him had disappeared.

Immediately, the hair on the back of his neck stood up, as if there was an invisible knife stuck there.

He suddenly stepped forward, turned around, swung his right arm, his muscles bulged, and the wind was overflowing, making the air make a muffled sound.

But he could only hit the air.

The cool breeze blew, still on the back of the neck, and the sharp knife seemed to be hanging there.

This time, Batu chose to pounce forward, swinging his tail like a scorpion, and whipping his legs with a crackling sound, but he still kicked into the air, as if there was really no one behind him, only an invisible evil spirit!

Time and time again, Batu could not get rid of the entanglement of the evil spirit, and could not get rid of the nightmare.

Cold sweat oozed from his forehead, his punches and kicks became more and more chaotic, and the dark blue shaman pattern on his skin made him full of energy, but what was the use of not finding the enemy?

Suddenly, he saw Agula's face, which was a face full of shock. His pupils reflected his own figure, and there was still no one behind him!

"Yes, it's the Wolf King!" Batu finally suffocated these words.

What Agula saw was completely different. "Zhebie" had been walking slowly behind Batu, following him when he moved forward and turning around when he turned around, still behind him. When Batu kicked back, he took a step sideways casually, and when Batu looked at his pupils, he suddenly aimed at the center, hiding himself tightly with the help of Batu's tall and burly figure.

The whole process was like playing hide-and-seek with a child, but Batu, who was sweating and extremely frightened, made everything extremely weird and shocking.

Agula took a breath: "Brother Zhebie, I believe you have fought with the Wolf King."

Otherwise, there is no way to make Batu mistake him for the Wolf King, and for masters of this level, the title is naturally different.

"Can you join the Wolf Killing Society?" Meng Qi asked briefly.

"The hatred with the Wolf King is fine, but Brother Zhebie, your origin is unclear, and I'm afraid you will not be believed by others, unless you are willing to swear under the witness of the shaman not to reveal the internal affairs of the Wolf Killing Society and not to harm other members." Agula made a more demanding request.

Meng Qi nodded gently: "Okay."

Agreed? Wu En was a little puzzled. It's not easy to make an oath with a shaman as a witness!

Agula smiled and sent a guard to invite an ordinary shaman he knew, as if he was not afraid that he would know about the Wolf Killing Society.

The shaman wore a dark green robe with many patterns on it. He was thin and his eyes were high.

In the case that all people believe in Changshengtian and many totems, shamans are the spokespersons of the gods. In addition to the descendants of the Golden Family, even the tribal leaders of various tribes have to respect them.

The shaman held the totem of the Hailasu tribe, his lips moved, and he muttered for a while, his eyes were slightly dark, and then he asked Meng Qi to swear.

Fortunately, Agula had said the content of the oath before, otherwise Meng Qi really didn't know how to say it in grassland language. After he finished reading it slowly, he saw a dark blue light blooming in the shaman's eyes, and then his body seemed to be in an illusion. He sensed a causal line extending towards him in the dark, and the other end was the totem in the shaman's hand.

He had been silently practicing the causal secret technique he got from Sikong Tu from the beginning, just in case there was a ghost!

It was before twelve o'clock~