N-A-A Chapter 556
Chapter 556
Sacrifice!
This word is often used for communication between different worlds, or dialogue and requests between extremely unequal powers.
If the Star Pattern Warrior can gain power through the worship of the high priest.
That also proves that a certain sequence can communicate with the heroic spirits in time through worship.
This is Zhang Qing's idea.
He never said it out loud.
This wave is not just for Yun Xiaoxi.
He is trying a new way.
Hao is really hard to catch, this is a fact.
Put yourself in his shoes. If Zhang Qing is the owner of the right to survive, in the case of the hostility of the Fantasy Lord, Zhang Qing must run far away, and never show up before there is no power to resist.
Jie's words, after all, still carry a little bit of his own will.
He wants to win.
Zhang Qing will not be a helper.
He wants to be more cautious.
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Sea world.
In the far north, covered by ice, a small tribe is in dire straits.
This kind of environment is too harsh and not suitable for human survival, so the islands in the far north are also called exile islands.
It is the last place of survival for those natives who have lost their competitiveness.
It is foreseeable that, without any accidents, they will be exterminated in extreme environments!
"Chief! Let's kill them back while the men can still lift their knives." In a leaky tent, a tall man said with a look of resentment on his face.
In other corners of the tent, there are weak women and young children in the tribe.
There is no way. The whole tribe can barely avoid the wind and snow with this tent. It can be seen that the tribe has reached the most critical moment.
The chief's expression is firm.
The polar wind and frost brought a lot of ravines on his face, but also wiped out the blood in his eyes.
He can't beat them.
He knows it very well in his heart.
The outsiders are too strong.
Moreover, they are also protected by the sacrificial spirit, which is a power that he cannot understand.
To put it bluntly, it is simply a dimensionality reduction attack!
In the Far North, if you can overcome this harsh environment, you may be able to survive.
But fighting back will only accelerate extinction!
"Leader!"
The man was anxious and called out loudly, wanting to call back the omnipotent leader.
What a pity.
Reality is reality!
"Batu, accept your fate." The leader said;
"What we have to do now is to grow food in this Far North."
"We can't fight back."
There are many big families on the Central Plains islands.
They brought higher-level star patterns, and they have more sophisticated martial arts.
There are even sacrificial spirits, whose combat power is extremely fierce. Faced with various disadvantages, natives like them have no capital to compete.
The man named Batu opened his eyes wide with anger.
He opened his mouth and said something, but couldn't say a word.
Yes.
Reality is reality.
It can't be changed by human will at all.
"Is my tribe going to be extinct here? I won't accept it!" The strong man's eyes were moist.
He turned his head away, not letting the young people in the tribe see his tears.
Suddenly.
A hint of green appeared in his eyes.
He was stunned for a moment.
This is the Arctic ice layer, and there are very few plants that can grow.
The plants brought by the tribe are even more difficult to germinate.
This hint of green is...
It can be seen with the naked eye that the grass is growing.
Finally, a huge purple flower bloomed.
"Chief... Chief!"
Batu exclaimed;
"Look... Look!"
The leader was stunned and turned his head to look.
The purple flower was delicate, but it could withstand the biting cold wind and bloomed in this northern land.
This is simply a miracle.
'Could it be...' The leader's heart trembled.
He had a guess in his heart, a guess that he dared not even dream of.
Could it be that.
When my tribe is on the verge of life and death, will it also be favored by the sacrificial spirits?
I heard that the sacrificial spirits of those outsiders are mostly plants, rocks or sculptures.
This flower...
is completely up to this standard.
"Batu!"
The leader suddenly shouted.
Then rushed out of the tent.
Batu hurriedly followed.
After rushing out of the tent, a whole new world appeared in their eyes.
Ice and snow... The polar ice and snow are gone!
Instead, there is a sea of purple flowers!
Sizzle...
Suddenly, a purple bird took off in the sea of flowers, tumbling in the air unscrupulously.
A warmth.
Along with the fragrance of the sea of flowers, it rushed into people's bodies.
"Change the world!" Batu was completely dumbfounded.
It is hard to imagine that there can be such a wonder in the far north.
Purple birds are flying, suddenly.
A figure came from afar.
From a distance, it seemed to be a woman.
She was wearing a purple robe and a veil on her face, full of mystery.
In her hand, she held a huge purple flower.
As she walked, the sea of flowers rose and fell like bowing...
"It's the sacrificial spirit!" The leader's tone was full of ecstasy.
Priests and sacrificial spirits!
This is simply a necessary existence for survival in this world.
Without them, it is doomed to perish in this world.
Only with them can we occupy islands with lush water and rich products.
The population can reproduce and grow in it, and thus have a rich life.
"Batu, hurry up, call out the whole tribe!" said the leader;
"This is our chance. As long as we can keep this priest and sacrificial spirit, we can survive, and even... walk out of this extremely cold place!"
Batu nodded suddenly.
He must know that only with a priest and a sacrificial spirit can one be qualified to live!
Soon.
The leader's tent was almost overturned, and in the ice cave next to it...
A large number of people came out.
At first.
They exclaimed, but were quickly stopped by Batu.
As long as they were not fools, they basically knew what was going on.
There was a sacrificial spirit, walking in the world with his high priest, and it should be to choose a tribe!
This is simply a great opportunity.
The leader took the lead, and the whole tribe worshiped.
Then.
They began to say some vague and meaningless sacrificial words.
Along with the sacrificial words, people would keep kneeling and worshiping in rhythm.
A strong vision flashed in the eyes of the leader and Batu.
I hope that the high priest holding the sacrificial spirit can look in this direction.
However...
As the high priest walked farther and farther, a look of loss began to gradually climb onto everyone's face.
The cold wind continued to howl.
Like a knife, it scraped not only on people, but also on their hearts.
Bringing irreconcilable despair!
The sea of flowers in front of them began to wither, which meant that the sacrificial spirit was going away...
Wow...
Suddenly.
The cry of a baby resounded.
The biting cold wind had no mercy.
The mother, whose body was so thin that her clothes were barely complete, wrapped her clothes tighter and hugged her tighter, letting her remaining body temperature warm her child.
'Don't cry, don't cry...' The mother's voice was weak, like a candle in the wind.
Suddenly.
A white and tender hand holding a purple flower reached out.
The purple flower dispelled the cold.
"May the flower owner bring warmth!"
A voice like the sound of nature rang out!