017 People of Disaster

"Who are you?" The patriarch's voice was soft and ethereal, as if it were another person's voice from this body.

"My name is Agui, and I just landed on the island with my master..."

"No! You are a disaster man full of killing, and the god of fate finally sent you here..." The empty voice was like a burst of self-connoying, making the ghost confused. The apostle who used to be called dark has caused a lot of trouble, but this time it is even worse, and it is simply called a disaster star.

"I'm just an ordinary warrior, not as if I'm a disaster person you mentioned." The ghost looked at the patriarch and said that this woman was indeed nagging as Zola said.

"I know you don't like this name, and I will be unhappy if someone says that about me," the strange female patriarch sighed, walked to the wall behind him with a swinging oil lamp, slowly approached the oil lamp to the wall, and then stroked the strange pictures on the wall and slowly said: "Strong The soul intertwined with good and evil landed on the island with urchin-like curiosity and destruction... The black lightning that cut off fate flew all over the sky, and the lines of life were ruthlessly cut off... The devil laughed wildly and flew in the sky with his wings, and death harvested life peacefully... Fate will certainly push him into the wheel of reincarnation!"

The ghost stood up and walked to the wall. What the woman said was messy. Why did it sound like a book of heaven?

The female patriarch is slowly interpreting the patterns on the wall with the knowledge she inherited. The ghost doesn't know what these ghost-like patterns mean. After listening to it for a long time, she can only helplessly interrupt the female patriarch's recitation.

"My elder, you'd better not read it. What are these things? You'd better tell me directly what they mean.

The female patriarch's reading stopped, and she slowly turned the oil lamp and stared at the ghost's face through the light.

Agui's expressionless purple pupils are not afraid to look at each other at all, and no one can see some emotions in his eyes!

The two didn't move for a long time, and finally the patriarch gave up. She sighed and said, "Fate is not something that mortals can figure out after all... Let's sit there and talk. I have something to tell you..."

A ghosts can come to the axe camp for a moment. Who would have thought that this sacrificial female patriarch seemed to have begun to prepare for this meeting. As soon as they sat down by the fire pond, the female patriarch talked endlessly.

"Our axe camp is a small country from the north of the mainland. There is no need to mention that name anymore, because he is no longer there," the female patriarch smiled helplessly and continued: "The ancestors of our clan got a ability to predict the future from a god they believed in in early days. At that time, every The patriarchs are all sacrifices and have a chance to predict the future of our clan once in a lifetime. Although such divination may change the fate of the whole clan, the cost is also quite terrible. We must exchange prophecies with the life of the patriarch! That is to say, if the patriarch wants to divine the future, he must have the determination to die! Therefore, the patriarchs at that time began to divine after choosing their successors, and they often could only leave some vague words and die.

Horrible prediction ability, terrible price, Agui admires the patriarchs of this poor clan. These women would rather sacrifice their lives in advance for the continuation of their own people!

"The demise of our country was predicted by a patriarch. Our clan could continue on this island overseas and was also predicted by a patriarch. Later, when several patriarchs predicted what our future on the island would be like," the female patriarch looked at the murals around her and sighed and continued to say. "Then our country was invaded and soon perished. We the subjugated people had to follow the arrangement of fate and were exiled to this island. But when the patriarch was ready to use his life to divine the future for our family again, she found that she had lost the ability to predict. With the demise of the country, I Our ability to predict the future has also disappeared..."

The female patriarch gently pointed to the surrounding wall, "These are the last prophecies of our clan after they went to the island, which were recorded in the language of our clan at that time. Few people in the world can understand it, and each of us later patriarchs has to learn it, memorize it and inherit it. He They are describing the same situation: one day, a vague power of good and evil will land on Shanghai Island, and he will set off a killing!"

"But why do you say I'm that person?" The ghost asked in a low voice.

"After landing on this exile island, starting with the patriarch who lost his ability to predict, each generation of patriarchs have been trying to find the reason for the loss of prophecy ability and crack these mysterious predictions all their lives. Finally, previous generations of patriarchs thought that if the ancestors had not been punished when speculing about a more powerful existence, it was this The people in the prophecy will guide the fate of our family! So since then, each generation of patriarchs has been trying their best to explain these vague prophecies and wait for the mysterious visitors mentioned in the prophecy..."

"My family has been living here for generations. Even I don't believe that this final prophecy will really appear. What kind of soul is intertwined with good and evil, what kind of black lightning that cuts off life? Our people have communicated with the magicians in heaven, and there is no black lightning in the current magic system! As for how the soul is, no one can see it clearly!" The female patriarch looked a little crazy, but she soon suddenly calmed down and looked at the ghost quietly with a pair of brown eyes. "You shot black arrows in the woods, and I suddenly realized that we didn't understand those predictions! Or we misunderstood, it's not a black death lightning, but an arrow that cuts off life!"

The female patriarch took a few arrows from the side, which were used by the ghost to shoot the bandits. When the bandits were buried, people took them back and handed them over to the patriarch. Now the female patriarch returned the arrows to the ghost and said, "On the island, any iron things are precious. These arrows are well made. If you don't have much money If so, I advise you to save as much as possible.

A Gui took the arrow and put it aside with a smile and asked curiously, "Even if I shoot a few arrows, it doesn't mean that I am the person in the prophecy. There will definitely be many people shooting arrows on this island. Why not them?"

"Whether it's a coincidence or fate, you are indeed the first person I know to shoot arrows around my family. Is there anything wrong with your deadly arrow method?" The female patriarch suddenly smiled cunningly, as if she had put down a big burden.

Agui snorted in his heart, which was obviously forcibly buckled on his head. Agui put away his smiling face and asked coldly, "Since you think I am the person who will bring disaster, what do you want to do?"

The patriarch laughed and shook her head and said, "The charm of the prophecy is that it only vaguely guides the direction, and the final choice is still us. These prophecies are just a little hint to protect the clan. The result of changing the prophecy is very serious, so we won't do anything to you. But don't worry, whether it is the powerful disaster in the prophecy or not, we will not conflict with you. At least no one in your clan can avoid it now..."

Listening to her, the ghost relaxed and laughed: "Zola is not bad. If we become enemies, I will be embarrassed, hahahaha..."

Agui left the ancestral house of the Axe Camp with a smile. He declined Zola's stay but walked into the woods in the dark. Two of the three forces have been seen by Agui. Now he is going to visit the last group of powerful warriors, Farat Berserkers!

After leaving the Axe Camp for more than ten miles, the ground gradually undulated. I don't know when the changes in the crust caused some abrupt mountains to appear here, and the Faratkuang fighters occupied a mountain, and the huge cave in the mountain was just their home.

Not only are there fewer beasts and fewer fruit trees in the mountains, let alone find a flat land suitable for planting. These mad warriors can only rely on hunting and collecting taxes in the territory of their neighbors to maintain their lives.

When the ghost arrived in the territory of the Berserker, they had just robbed a tribe and left, and in front of the ghost was the unlucky tribe with the broken hut and the wounded everywhere.

"Third uncle! Third uncle! How are you?" A teenager hugged a comatose and shouted. The ghost happened to pass by him and looked down briefly. The man's arm was broken and his chest was punched a few times. Now he fainted and was caught by the breath in his chest.

A Gui reached out and patted the child's head, signaling him to let go of his hand and put him flat on the ground. Then in the child's surprised eyes, A Gui raised his foot and gently stepped on the chest of the people!

"Uh~cough... It's so stuffy!" The man screamed and finally gasped his breath in his chest! Breathing was normal, and the big man quickly recovered. The ghost asked the child to find the rope and wooden stick, skillfully wrapped up the broken arm of the exile, and then helped the weak man up with the child. The exile simply thanked the ghost and immediately took the child to treat others in the tribe.

These people living near the Berserker should know their situation best, and the ghosts were not in a hurry and slowly followed their uncle and nephew around the camp.

"Brother Cha guess, it can't go on like this. Look how they do this every time they come. How can we live!" A drifter sat on the ground and pointed to the dilapidated image around him and complained. The wounded man was the head of the small camp.

"Hey, bear with it. If we go to other people's territory, we will definitely be sold as slaves!" Chachai commanded his little nephew to help the exile up. He just had a little bleeding from the corners of his mouth and his body was fine.