The Misty Isle Game: I Can See Hints

Chapter 76 Arriving at the Mongolian Tribe of the Human Race (Part [-])
"It turns out that the special function mentioned in the system reminder in the island of chaos last time is this."

After reading all the content in the game box in one go, Xia Feng's eyes narrowed slightly.

Before, he occasionally thought about where the old man and children of Blue Star had gone.

Now it seems that they should all be sealed in a sleeping way, as long as the racial points are used, they can be unsealed and awakened.

This is extremely important news.

It's just, if you don't have the qualifications to enter the race dungeon, how can you exchange it?

Can I exchange it after returning to Misty Island?
This is a question worth pondering.

Xia Feng thought about it, edited a message, and sent it to Xiameng's chat channel in the form of @All Members.

"Everyone, if you can get race points in the future, try to get them, it will have a big effect."

Xia Feng didn't disclose the specific role, so as not to leak it to other Blue Star players.

At present, there should not be many Blue Star players who know this news, maybe he is the only one.

He and the Xia League members can use this to gain more advantages.

There is a lot of power in numbers, and there is still truth to this saying.

As for whether it would appear selfish to do so, Xia Feng had no such thought at all.

The old people and children of Blue Star will eventually be unsealed and awakened, but it will only be a matter of time.

Besides, Xia Feng felt that the chances of surviving would be much greater if he took the old man and children of Lanxing under his command.

This is self-confidence as a hooker.

After sending the message, Xia Feng was not in a hurry to wake up the Blue Star compatriots.

The situation is unknown now, wait until it stabilizes a bit later, first observe the surrounding environment.

Here you can see the sky, the blue sky.

Just can't see the sun, moon and stars.

But this piece of heaven and earth is very bright, just like the daytime of the blue star.

Spreading out the wings of spiritual light, Xia Feng flew up to the sky, ready to take a good look at the terrain in this area.

Flying all the way up, it was okay at the beginning, and the flight conditions were all normal.

But after flying hundreds of meters, a special airflow gradually appeared in the air.

It was still very weak at the beginning, and Xia Feng could only detect it because he opened up his sea of ​​consciousness.

But the higher the flight, the stronger the airflow, and the summer wind that blows soon makes the skin hurt.

Against the mysterious air current, Xia Feng continued to fly upwards until it reached an altitude of about 600 meters before stopping.

At this time, the special air flow at this height has formed a strong wind, blowing on Xia Feng's body like a knife cutting.

I didn't dare to stay here for a long time. After a few seconds of experience, Xia Feng fell and was suspended at an altitude of about 300 meters.

Here, is the initial height at which the special airflow occurs.

Stopping in the air and looking down, this is the outer area of ​​a mountain range.

This mountain range is huge, endless, and can't be seen at a glance.

A few kilometers away from this mountain range, at the nine o'clock direction of the summer wind, there is a small group of buildings.

In that complex of buildings, there were figures walking among them.

"That should be the Meng tribe."

As soon as this thought came up, the small golden characters popped out immediately.

[What you see now is the tribe you want to go to. The chief of this tribe is in a very critical situation. If you don’t want the difficulty of this dungeon to increase suddenly, you’d better rush there as soon as possible within 5 minutes. 】

"Mist Grass, isn't this a scam? Fortunately, I'm dead."

After reading the prompt, Xia Feng instructed Dahei to follow through telepathy, and at the same time, he swooped down towards the direction of the Mongolian tribe.

At a distance of several kilometers, Xia Feng only took tens of seconds to pass by.

Flying over the Mongolian tribe, Xia Feng slowly landed on the ground under the watchful eyes of the Mongolian tribe.

The life of the human race in these Mongolian tribes seems relatively primitive.

Living in a stone house, wearing animal robes, barefoot, disheveled hair, and healthy bronze skin.

"you are?"

The two sides looked at each other for a while, and a middle-aged man from the Mongolian tribe stood up first and asked.

When speaking, a pair of piercing eyes stared at Xia Feng firmly, and various complex emotions intertwined in it.

Doubt, excitement, excitement and some confusion.

Probably because of the system, Xia Feng was able to understand the young man's words.

Xia Feng tried to speak, to see if these Mongolian tribesmen could understand what he was saying.

"Human Race, Xia Feng."

Hearing Xia Feng spit out the word "Human Race", the middle-aged man's body shook violently, and the eye sockets turned slightly rosy in an instant.

He opened his mouth and was about to say something.

When Xia Feng saw the middle-aged man, he knew that the people of the Mongolian tribe could understand his own words.

So, he interrupted the middle-aged man's actions a little unkindly.

"Take me to meet your patriarch."

As soon as Xia Feng finished speaking, a young man from the Mongolian tribe suddenly ran out from the depths of the Mongolian tribe. He shouted anxiously at the middle-aged man.

"Captain Meng Kuo, it's not good, patriarch... patriarch..."

"What's wrong with the patriarch?" The middle-aged man stared with tiger eyes.

"The patriarch... seems to be dying soon." The young clansman said with great grief.

"brush……"

Meng Kuo moved his feet, and his body rushed towards the depths of the Meng tribe like a gust of wind, and disappeared before Xia Feng's eyes in the blink of an eye.

"So fast."

Xia Feng secretly sighed and followed quickly.

Following the traces of Meng Kuo, Xia Feng came to a stone house in a few breaths.

Compared with other stone houses of the Mongolian tribe, this stone house has almost no difference except that it occupies a slightly larger area.

Walking into the room, it was already full of people, all of whom were important members of the Mongolian tribe.

Xia Feng's arrival did not attract their attention at all.

Everyone's energy was focused on a pale and strong man.

Judging from the previous circumstances, this man is undoubtedly the current patriarch of the Mongolian tribe.

"Everyone, can you make room, let me try and see if I can save your patriarch."

Seeing that time was running out, Xia Feng said directly.

As soon as the words came out, they immediately attracted the attention of the Mongolian tribe.

"Little brother, can you save our patriarch?"

Meng Kuo originally stood by the patriarch's side with a positive expression and a sad face.

Hearing Xia Feng's voice, he appeared next to Xia Feng in the blink of an eye, and said excitedly.

"I try my best."

Xia Feng nodded solemnly with a straight face, without too much nonsense, he pushed through the crowd and walked to the head of the Mongolian tribe.

"The patriarch's wound is in the abdomen."

In order to save Xia Feng's time, Meng Kuo stepped forward and took the initiative to lift the animal skin of the Mongolian tribe chief, revealing a wound covered by a ball of paste medicine.

The wound was half the size of a bowl, and despite the application of medicine balls, it was still slowly oozing blood.

When Xia Feng looked at the wound, the small golden characters appeared again.

[Pick off the medicine ball, sprinkle the pollen of an exorcism flower on the wound of the chief of the Mongolian tribe, and then give him a healing medicine that quickly restores vitality, which can save the life of the chief of the Mongolian tribe. 】

After reading the prompt, Xia Feng took out the spirit expelling flower, looked at Meng Kuo and said.

"Pick off the medicine ball on your patriarch's wound, I want medicine."

Meng Kuo didn't hesitate at all when he heard the words, and directly pulled the medicine ball off.

The human race of the Mongolian tribe has unconditional trust in other human races. This is a belief that has been passed down since ancient times and has never changed.

Xia Feng didn't slack off either. The moment the medicine ball was pulled off, he sprinkled the pollen of the exorcising flower on it.

"laugh……"

As soon as the pollen was sprinkled, a cloud of bloody gas immediately appeared from the wound and dissipated in the air.

This is the effect of the pollen of the exorcism flower, which dispels those difficult special spiritual powers. It is because of these bloody spiritual powers that the injuries of the chief of the Meng tribe continue to deteriorate.

Afterwards, Xia Feng took out a Shengji Pill and stuffed it into the mouth of the chief of the Mongolian tribe.

Not long after the elixir was put into his mouth, a ray of blood immediately returned to the pale face of the chief of the Mongolian tribe.

The originally weak breathing gradually became steady and powerful.

　This race dungeon is related to the direction of the main plot in the future, so Ah Chen tried to write it as carefully as possible.

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