Chapter 1029

Who are you? "Yan Mo stood up.

Everyone was asleep, including Dobby, who also went into hibernation.

There was no one keeping vigil, but with Yuan Zhan and Yan Mo around, there was no need for anyone to keep vigil.

But Yuan Zhan, who should have been more alert than him, was still sleeping on his side, with his arms on the ground, as if he was holding someone in his arms.

The old man stood up slowly and walked slowly outside.

Outside?

Yan Mo stood still and didn't move.

When the old man reached the entrance, he turned around and glanced at him, then turned around and walked out without stopping.

Yan Mo no longer hesitated and followed him.

The old man walked along the winding path into the alpine meadow.

Yan Mo followed him.

The stars were shining brightly in the sky, the night wind was stirring the wild grass, and there were bursts of delicious fragrance.

Yan Mo stretched out his arm, opened his fingers and felt it for a while before confirming one thing.

The old man stopped in the center of the meadow and turned to look at Yan Mo who was following him.

Yan Mo stood still three steps in front of him.

You brought the snail back, and the snail told me that you saved him. "The old man said the first sentence. Despite his old appearance, his voice was extremely pleasant.

Yan Mo looked at the necklace hanging around the old man's neck and the rope buckle on the leather skirt. Are you the great witch of the Gaoshan Dong tribe? "

The old man did not deny it.

Who are you, snail? "

He is my only bloodline still alive. "There was no sadness in the old man's voice, but Yan Mo felt that the whole old man was exuding sadness.

Are all the Gaoshan tribesmen dead? Are you... still alive? "

The old man is not surprised that the young wizard in front of him can see this, but I am dead, and what you see now is my last strength. "

The old man raised his hand and pointed to the place where Yuan Zhan said there was a lot of blood, and his eyes showed deep sadness and resentment. Except for the captured tribesmen who could never be found again, there, our Gaoshan tribe shed the last drop of blood. "

Eminem of the snail? "

She died too. "The old man's body bent even more.

Yan Mo frowned, but according to the information I got, didn't it say that some people escaped? "

Old man, it was not my tribe that escaped. The Dingyue man who came to stop him found out too late. By the time he found out, all my Gaoshandòng tribe members who knew the Holy Land best had been killed. The one who finally escaped took advantage of the chaos. They are all nearby tribesmen. Like our Dong clan, they were all captured by Ding Yue and used as slaves to dig mountains. "

Digging mountains? Where? "Yan Mo didn't remember seeing any traces of excavation along the way.

The old man did not answer immediately. He stared at Yan Mo deeply, and after a long time, he said: The Dingyue people did not get all the treasures, they only took away the outermost part. "

Yan Mo's heart skipped a beat, this old witch?

The old man is old, but his eyes are extremely clear. I know you have many questions, and I will answer you, but I hope you can promise me one thing. "

What's up? "

Help my Gaoshan clan take revenge. "

The conditions proposed by the old man did not exceed Yan Mo's expectations, but he did not agree immediately, but asked: What kind of revenge do you want? Should we kill the entire Dingyue tribe, defeat them and make the tribe disappear, or just kill the leader? "

The old man was silent for a while and asked: How far can you do it? "

Yan Mo, I can kill all Dingyue people, but I won’t do that. "

I know you are a kind wizard. "

This misunderstanding was beneficial to him, and Yan Mo did not deny it. He thought that maybe the old man had interacted with his descendants before contacting him.

The old man probably also knew that it was impossible to ask the other party to help him kill all the Dingyue people - how could a wizard who was willing to sacrifice his life to save slaves kill the entire tribe for a little treasure?

So the old man made his conditions clear: I want the lives of Dingyue's chief and their great witch! The bloodline of that leader and the great witch Ding Yue must not be continued any longer! "

Yan Mo shook his head. Ding Yue's chief and great witch destroyed your tribe. As a trustee, I can help you kill them and teach Ding Yue a lesson, but as long as their descendants do not take the initiative to commit murder, I will not do anything to them. Are you okay with them taking action? "

The old man was reluctant. Do you know how important that treasure is? The Dingyue people only got a small part and they already dared to dream of being the Lord of the Eastern Continent. If you Jiuyuan got all..."

Even if we Jiuyuan don't get the treasure here, we are still the boss of the Eastern Continent. "Yan Mo changed his tone. In this way, in addition to promising to help you kill Dingyue's chief Fudian and their great witch Zhengli, I will try my best to help you find your tribesmen who are living abroad and help them get rid of their slaves. Identity, your bloodline snail, I will also focus on cultivating him."

The old man was moved.

If Yan Mo keeps up his efforts, what does it mean to kill a few Dingyue people?

Your people are all dead. Instead of thinking about the dead, it is better to care about the living and wait for the living to grow up. Whether they want to take revenge on Dingyue or rebuild the Gaoshan Dòng clan, as long as they are reasonable, I will will help them. "

The old man finally made up his mind, okay! You swear on your soul that you must do what you say. If you can't do it, my tribe and I will curse you even if we die! "

Yan Mo put his right hand on his chest. I, Yan Mo, the priest of Jiuyuan, swear to the gods that as long as the great shaman of the Gaoshan Dong tribe tells me all the secrets of the ruins and allows me to get the remaining treasures in the ruins, I will Then he helped him and the Gaoshan tribe take revenge, and they must kill Dingyue's chief Fudian and the great witch Zheli within ten years. In addition, I will also try my best to find the tribesmen of the Gaoshan Dong tribe who are living outside, help them get rid of their slave status, and focus on cultivating snails. If you violate this oath, heaven and earth will not tolerate it! "

A blood-red mark split into two parts in the sky, entering the souls of Yan Mo and the old man respectively.

Yan Mo raised his eyebrows. He had never seen such a way of making an oath before. Could it be that this special binding power can only be seen in the soul state?

And I thought: No wonder the natives of this world attach so much importance to soul oaths. It turns out that this world really has the power to restrain oaths.

The old man also saw the blood-red oath, which made him smile for the first time and said, "Follow me." That holy land was used by Ding Yue to charm his eyes, so that even if someone got the news, they would think that the ruins found by Ding Yue's people were there. "

Yan Mo secretly thought cunningly, the great shaman of the Ding Yue was really cunning. Before leaving, he deliberately set a fire to make people focus all their attention on the dòngxué.

Why did the fire go out when it reached the entrance? "Yan Mo asked the old man, but I didn't find anything unusual in that cave."

When the old man turns around, it is because they are deliberately using birds to deceive your eyes and ears, and they put out the fire themselves. I heard the great shaman Zheli said, you have the blood of the Shanyan clan and can listen to the voices of all things, and you also have a human-faced Kunpeng. Kunpeng is the king of thousands of birds and animals. Wherever you go, all birds and animals must listen. He ordered that if there is someone like Kunpeng, you will be able to get information from the mouth of the bird that humans cannot know. In order to deceive you, they have laid many traps in the Nasher Mountains. Have you gone to those places? "

No, although I don't know exactly where the ruins are, I can still calculate the approximate location. With the snail leading the way, we went straight here. "Yan Mo laughed.

You are a good person, that's why the gods bless you like this. You saved the snail and came here directly. This is God’s blessing to you and also a mercy to so many lost lives in our clan. "The old man looked at Yan Mo with a very... gentle look? But his expression soon changed. Those Dingyue people would never have imagined that I would still be able to retain my soul power after my death, and that I would allow you to come before my last strength dissipated. Got here.”

Yan Mo couldn't help but secretly feel lucky. He relied on his ability to listen to the language of all living things, thinking that he would definitely be able to find things that others could not find, but he forgot that someone might use his ability to defraud him. Because he would never have thought that birds, animals, insects and ants would lie to him.

In fact, it's not that birds will lie to him, but that humans can use their own behavior to confuse their eyes.

The old man looked up at the stars. If this wasn't God's will, what was it? If you had not brought the conch and made him grateful to you, I would not have come out to see you. "

Instead, you're going to try to lure us away so that the snail can get its true legacy, right? "Yan Mo said nonchalantly.

The old man looked straight at Yan Mo. Yes, I will lure you away, but I will not let Luo inherit these things. He cannot afford them and cannot keep them. I will only let him escape into the mountains and leave his life behind. "

What happened back then? Yan Mo couldn't help but ask.

The old man let out a long sigh and told an unexpected story about the past. Our clan is actually the slaves of the Bone Refining Clan. then……"

The Bone Refining Clan had many slaves. After the last war, their surviving population fled to the Western Continent, and most of the slaves were left behind.

The Gaoshan Dong tribe is also one of them, but as time passes, no one remembers this incident except the great shaman who accepted the inheritance from the tribe.

In the past few thousand years, even the great witches did not remember this incident. The Gaoshan Dong tribe lived in the deep mountains and old forests like any ordinary tribe. Later, they began to contact the outside world, learned the common language, learned how to cultivate warriors, and also learned what bone tools were.

But at that time, they still didn't know what they were guarding until eleven years ago.

The dòngxué we just came out of is the holy land of our clan, and the spring water in it is our holy spring. The former great witch only told me that he wanted me to guard the holy land and the holy spring. He didn’t tell me anything else. It’s not that he didn’t say it, but He doesn't know either. We only think that the tribesmen will be blessed by their ancestors when they are washed by the holy spring in the holy place. We think that the murals on the walls were left by our ancestors. We cannot understand them, have not destroyed them, and have no special protection. "