I rely on you all to cultivate

Chapter 172
"On high heaven, have mercy on our loving father."

"You are the Almighty God who protects Kurivush, thank you for your blessings, and praise your generosity."

"According to your instructions, the twelve chosen ones have embarked on a long journey to the north, and I hope to receive your favor and protect them for their safe return."

The voice turned and fluttered, rising around the column totem piled up with boulders, and dissipating in the howling cold wind.

Kneeling in front of the totem pillar was an old man in the evening, wearing a thick animal skin cloak with a thick cloth lining inside. For a person of his age, if he didn't wear so many clothes, it would be difficult to live like this. Survive in the harsh environment.

Time passed by, and there was no response on the totem calling for the gods. The old man stood up, and the skin folds on his face were full of worry and loss.

A tall and slender young woman stood beside her, her skin was fair, her soft hair was draped behind her, gently swaying in the cold wind, her pale red eyes were equally worried, but she quickly concealed this emotion , stepped forward to help the old man.

"Respected high priest, please rest assured, Sylet and the others are the strongest warriors in the tribe, and they will definitely follow the guidance of the new god and return with a strong helping hand."

The old man nodded. As the leader of nearly [-] people in the Kuliwushi tribe, he couldn't be weak, at least he couldn't show it. He could only say as firmly as possible: "May the new god bless us."

Behind the high priest was a ten-year-old boy with mane-like hair as red as fire, and a shocking horizontal scar on his face, starting from the left cheek, crossing the bridge of the nose, and connecting to the right cheekbone .

Hearing what the two said, his eyes were full of disdain, and he couldn't help but sneered.

The high priest and the woman turned their gazes away at the same time.

The young man seemed to be a little guilty, but he immediately stuck his neck stubbornly: "They must be dead, the north, how could there be living people in the north, the mighty Winter Kingdom has collapsed, how can anyone survive?"

The high priest was not angry, and said slowly as he walked: "Garilo, my child, you should remain in awe, whether it is the gods in the sky or other civilizations in the world."

"You don't know, before the catastrophe, the Xia Kingdom in the north was already a stronger country than the Winter Kingdom. The people there have a quality that we don't have, and that is unity." Speaking of this, he seemed to be self-deprecating. chuckled.

"If there is a civilization in this world that can be preserved intact, I believe it must be them. I am very honored. My thoughts coincide with God's instructions."

The red-haired Garilo was born 14 years ago. He knew nothing about other countries that used to exist in the world, because the Kingdom of Winter had already fallen. Schools and education were all destroyed, let alone history, even if it was He has not fully mastered the writing, and he can only write his own name until now.

He didn't know about the Xia Country, the West Pole Country, or the Green Country. He only knew that there used to be a complete country on the snowfield where they lived, but now it was falling apart and its people were displaced.

A young man of this age always has a rebellious spirit in his heart. He turned his face to the side unnaturally. Due to the majesty of the high priest, he wanted to endure, but he still blurted out for some reason: "God, if it is really omniscient and omnipotent... , why don't you help us kill all those monsters."

At this time, the high priest who had been kind and forbearing couldn't bear it anymore, his eyes became sharp like a knife: "Shut up, you are too presumptuous."

Without saying a word, Garrillo quickened his pace and ran to the front.

Looking at the high priest with an unhappy face, the young woman advised, "He's just too young, we've all gone through this period, haven't we?"

The high priest shook his head: "It's because I indulged him too much, maybe I shouldn't, but whenever I think of the scene where his parents died in battle, I can't be strict with him."

The two stepped over the ruined walls and sneaked slowly.

It can be seen that this place used to be a small town, and the scale was not large. The buildings that collapsed or not collapsed are much larger than those in Xiaguo. This is the architectural style of this area.

Finally, the two walked into a tall building, which still retained its original shape, perhaps after some repairs, and seemed to be the government center of the town.

Pushing open the door, a wave of warmth instantly enveloped the person, and the fireplaces on both sides of the hall were burning with raging flames, which were essential indoor facilities in the Kingdom of Winter.

"High priest, deacon."

People along the way stopped to greet them when they saw them.

"Is there any news?" The high priest went to the fire and took off the animal skin cloak on his body. Someone took it and hung it on the hanger.

"You mean, about the North, or about those damned monsters?"

"Let's talk about it." The high priest seemed a little tired, and rubbed the corners of his eyes with his hand.

"Someone found traces of the Snow King's activities in the southwest, and the monster activities over there seem to confirm this. In the north, um...they haven't returned yet."

Garilo, who was sharpening his dagger beside him, shrugged his nose angrily and muttered in a low voice, "I knew it."

And the reaction of the others was not much better than his. A few months ago, they sent away the twelve strongest warriors in the tribe with high hopes, but the long silence made them slowly lose confidence.

"Okay, I understand." The wrinkles on the high priest's forehead deepened.

The young woman who was the deacon whispered in his ear, "Do you need to transfer?"

"Wait another two days. If there is still no news from Sylet and the others, then go."

At this time, the door was almost knocked open with a bang, and a strong young man with a waist knife rushed in: "High Priest! Is the High Priest there?"

"what's up?"

"It's back! Sylet is back!! And the people from the north!"

There was an exclamation in the hall. After months of waiting, a miracle finally happened!
The movements of Garilo's hands stopped abruptly, and he stood up in shock, without saying a word for a while, because a few minutes ago, he clearly said that Sylet and the others would never come back.

The high priest finally showed a smile on his face: "Where are they?"

"Just outside the town, the leader of the Northerners said to get permission to come in, and they, um, seemed friendly."

"Quick, I'm going to meet them."

The high priest put on his cloak and walked quickly to the door, followed by everyone who was okay in the hall, about dozens of people left the town in a mighty way.

The deacon walked in the front. She was the highest-ranking Kuliwushi except the high priest. The old man had bad legs and couldn't walk fast, so she had to take on the responsibility of welcoming the visitors.

As she walked, she couldn't help speeding up her pace again, even started to trot, and climbed up a small hill. She saw the tall Sylet first, and then the group of uniformly dressed strangers in a neat team.

Regardless of the curiosity in her heart, she calmed down and walked forward as dignifiedly as possible.

"Guests from afar, I am the deacon of the Kuliwushi tribe, Luo Ning Yevramaz, welcome to you."

She bowed slightly, not sure if the other party could understand her language, but believed that this gesture could make them feel her kindness.

However, the tactical team brought a translator from the expert team, which accurately conveyed the meaning of the female deacon.

"Hello, we are from Xia Kingdom, my name is Zhu Taran."

He used the language of the Kingdom of Winter. Although it was not standard, the meaning could be expressed clearly.

After hearing this, Luo Ning sighed secretly. Although the other party didn't seem very strong, they were well-equipped and well-equipped, and some of them could speak the language of the Winter Kingdom, which showed that they had a good education system. Said definitely not a problem.

After saying a lot of scene words, the high priest led the others to arrive late.

Like Luo Ning, he immediately expressed the most sincere blessings and welcome. As a leader, he will not make any judgments arbitrarily. No matter who the visitor is, he must contact him friendly and try to get all possible help .

But other people's pattern is a bit unopened.

"These people...look thin and small, and there are only a dozen or so of them. Can they really help the tribe?"

(End of this chapter)