The epic story of green monsters

The island is dry, which is very different from the surrounding wet and muddy environment. Huge stone tablets are scattered all over the island, adding a touch of solemnity and mystery to the island.

Under each stone tablet, it is said that the body of a chief is buried, and there are definitely no less than a hundred stone tablets where Allen and the others look at this time. This is proof of the inheritance of the Argon and Amansha tribes.

Fendi's body lay peacefully in a thick dark red coffin. The rectangular wooden coffin was not gorgeous, with only some bright red mulberry flowers as decorations covering the surroundings of the coffin.

Next to the coffin, there is a deep pit dug early, which is enough to accommodate the coffin, which is more than three meters long and two meters wide. On the other side of the coffin, there is a flat stone tablet carved from a complete granite, with a The unique writings of the lizard people record the wonderful deeds of Fundy's life, as well as the mistakes he has made, etc.

With the arrival of Allen and his team, the guests who were officially invited to Fendi's funeral had basically arrived. After waiting for more than two magic hours, when the sun was rising to its highest point, there was a lizard with its head held high. The strong men stepped forward and began to preside over the burial of their late leader.

"Thank you all distinguished guests for coming and joining us to bid farewell to Fendi Alsi, the chief of the Algon tribe who has been in charge of the tribe for three hundred years..."

The new chief of the Algon Tribe, Bernie Arsi, is high-spirited. Although he tries to maintain a solemn expression, his eyes cannot hide the excitement and pride. As a legendary strongman of the new generation, he was selected from the beginning because he was born in the Arsi family. After forming the team of tribal legend seeds, Fendi has been cultivating them. In just over a hundred years since he was promoted to legend, not only has his strength risen to the peak of the mid-level legend, but he has also been taught by Fendi step by step in tactics and strategy. means.

Although Bernie was grateful for the cultivation of the recently deceased chief, he was even more excited that he could show off his skills in the future and start to display his talents in the tribe to bring the tribe to a higher level.

The memorial ceremony was not lengthy. After Bernie publicized Fendi's great achievements in his life, he invited Allen, the most important saint in the scene, to attend the speech.

"Actually, I came here this time just to see our old friend in the north off and see him for the last time. I didn't plan to say anything."

Allen was unprepared, but since the host sincerely invited him to say something, he couldn't refuse: "For Fendi's soul to return to the Kingdom of God, to be honest, it is a great loss to all our tribes in the north."

"Although our lives in the north have been peaceful for more than a hundred years without the wars in the southern wilderness, the turmoil lurking in the dark has never stopped."

"The reason why those dirty rats only dare to peek and test in the dark is because our northern tribes have always been united and there is no discord among other tribes in the wilderness. And these are all inseparable from the efforts of all the tribes present. and support are not the work of any one person or tribe.”

"Now, with Fendi's death, we in the North have not only lost a powerful legend, but it has also caused a wave of waves in our united team in the North."

"But I still have full confidence in the North, and I have full confidence in the tribal leaders behind you here, because our tribes in the North have experienced so many hardships and dangers together and have never betrayed each other and are still loyal to our team. , we will definitely be able to work together sincerely in the future to create a better future for the North!!"

"Chief Fundy has completed his journey and relieved the burden on his shoulders, but those of us indigenous people who are still trying to survive in the north must also put aside our sorrow and miss him, and work for us in the north. Continue to work hard for peace and development!!” ˆ ˆ ˆ “The northern border belongs to us after all and is the foundation for our survival!!”

An impassioned speech was actually made by Allen on the spot. The speech made the more than a dozen representatives of large and small forces around him look moved and have complicated eyes. Some people felt a touch of malice from it, and some people found a deep love for this land. As Allen finished his speech, the atmosphere in the crowd also changed a bit.

"Thanks to Chief Allen for his speech. In the future, our Argon tribe will definitely fight for a bright future in the north, and we will never let foreigners take away any of our tribe's interests from me!!"

Bernie, who returned to the host position, continued with the next step: "But the most important thing at the moment is to let the soul of our chief Fendi return to the kingdom of our Lord and his body to rest forever."

"Carry the coffin into the ground!!"

In fact, the wilderness is not so particular, everything is so rough and primitive. Just when Bernie, the new chief, finished speaking, six topless people who had been prepared nearby had their skins smeared with blood. The lizard warrior with the original totem tattoo walked towards the coffin with heavy and powerful steps, raised his hand to cover the nailed-on top lid, and dragged the reserved cable to slowly lower it into the deep grave pit.

Then simple but effective tomb arrangements such as hanging stones and rammed earth were placed on the coffin. Finally, the ten-meter-high stone tablet was erected high by a team of lizard warriors who also had their naked bodies smeared with blood patterns. It was just right. Placed above the tomb, Fundy's body was completely blocked.

A group of shamans, wearing headbands made of bright feathers, began to dance war dance around the newly erected stone monument. While dancing, they sang a song in unison, and the vast and loud voice rippled over the isolated island. Unknowingly, it caused a little bit of magic vibration.

Allen was keenly aware of the strange movements around him, and suddenly felt vigilant in his heart. However, after turning his gaze to the faces of Bernie, Schfinch and other strong lizard men aside, and seeing their expressions of the presence of old gods, he relaxed slightly. He was a little nervous, but his eyes still couldn't stop drifting in the direction of the temple team, and there were also obscure spiritual power gossamers released by him, which spread out into the surrounding space.

hum! ! !

The war dances and war songs were high-pitched and passionate, and even Allen's strong willpower was infected by them at the climax. The blood in his heart was churning, obviously affected by the magical effect.

But what was more affected was this isolated island where countless powerful lizardmen were buried. At the climax of the war song and dance performance, countless stone tablets around it began to resonate, and a little golden halo came from it. Flooding out, floating into the surrounding space.

Allen frowned. Even if the lizard man in front of him was his ally, the positional magic effect produced by the other party's funeral always made this always cautious saint a little dissatisfied and wary.

"What does it mean??"

Tilting his head in the direction of Schiffinqi, Allen lowered his voice and asked.