Release that Witch

"Great Chief... What is it?"

"It sounds like the patriarch of all clan..."

"Is that not the same as the messenger of the Three Gods?"

At the moment, the Blackwater clan leader who fell to the fourth place jumped on the high platform and loudly questioned: "But you said Roland Wimbledon is the king of the North, he is not a How can Mo Jinren lead the entire desert?"

Sure enough, the ash is thinking, this is one of the key issues that you want to face when you want to integrate the polar South into the Grey Fort. Then you can see how the echo should be dealt with.

I looked back at the other person and asked calmly, "So the three gods who once led the desert... are Mo Jinren?"

Her voice is not big, but it echoes in the ears of everyone under the spread of magic. The Black Shui patriarch is no exception. He can't help but sigh, "Hey, this..."

"We all know that the answer is no," he said, echoing him for a moment, and re-focusing on the people under the stage. "The Three Gods are the real giants. In the legend, they don't have the same appearance. Some four feet and three hands. Some have many heads, but there is no doubt that they are not Mo Jinren!"

Speaking of this, she suddenly raised her tone a lot. "And the words left by the messengers have become the norms that Mojinsha people have abide by. These laws on the slate have exactly the people who rule the desert." It is recorded that one is to receive the blessing of the Three Gods, and the second is to open up a vast and oasis of oasis, so that all ethnic groups can stay away from hunger and thirst and death. As long as one of them is done, it should become the master of the extreme south!"

When the arguments subsided, no one would object to the rhetoric left by the messengers of the Three Gods in the burning place. In fact, even the sacred duel is also the way of power distribution in the law.

"The three gods can indeed make the desert evergreen," the black aquarium is not willing to ignore, pointing to the echo, "It is said that the millennium itself is an oasis before the millennium! Is it the gray king of your mouth can also Do this? Don't be blinded by false interests, what is the difference between having that power and the gods!"

"So as long as he can bring a new oasis to the sand people, you will recognize that you have the qualification to have a very polar South, and give him the main, right?" The echo raised his mouth.

"Yes. And it's not just me, I am afraid other people think so!" The Black Shui chief did not mention the first condition, and tied the opinions of most of the sand people on his own.

"Roland has no way to turn the extreme south into a green land, but he is willing to accept us into the gray fort, let us live by the lake and the forest, and never be threatened by thirst and sandstorms!" Echo came to the stage One word at a time, "This is the promise given by His Majesty. He will bring a new oasis and a broad north, which is the endless oasis that will never fade!"

Everyone suddenly took a cold breath and could hardly believe their ears.

Thuram is equally shocked.

So, this is the real purpose of the Aosha clan!

This is the meaning of the new oasis and the new order in the iron axe!

Having a land of immortality is the dream of all Mojin people. For those small clans who cannot compete for the Iron Sands City, this temptation is even more difficult to imagine. Even if the big clan hesitates and does not want to see the earth-shaking changes in the order of the extreme south, it will not stop the spread of the news. It will take half a month. This amazing news can be spread by the people from all the Yinchuan oasis. The entire desert!

"No, this is simply a nonsense, a lie, a deception!" The Blackwater clan screamed. "Don't you forget the tragedy of the Black Bone clan and the sandstone clan? They are because they believe in the clear water. The words of the Queen, Garcia, will fall to the end of the death of the dead! Give oasis and water. The treacherous Northland talents will not do this, they will only give you a pond, a palm-sized territory, so that you are like in the extreme south. Fighting for it, you have to sell them to life!"

Thuram sighed incomprehensibly. If the sacred duel did not begin, this remark could indeed be an excellent curb for production, but it is too late to say now.

Five duels, one death, the image of the benevolence of the Aosha clan has spread throughout the small oasis. With a little guidance, it is not difficult for everyone to form the same kindness of the North Kings behind Aosa, and the benevolent people will obviously not be like clear water. The queen crushed the sand people.

What's more, the challengers of black bones and sandstones are willing to sell themselves to Garcia, which is enough to illustrate the attraction of the place of existence. Even if it is known that it may be a trap, there will be a group of people who will try to go to the trial. If the king of the Grey Fortress sincerely wants to put the extreme South into the jurisdiction, these pioneers will inevitably become more role models for the clan. As long as this head is opened, the whole family’s move to the north is almost doomed.

From creating momentum to attract the attention of many clan, to not killing one person to create a benevolent image; to become the head of the clan with an undisputed sacred duel, and to let other large clan who are leniently reluctant to turn against Aosa in the eyes of the public, this The step-by-step approach is clearly planned.

He thought that he would play a pivotal role in the settlement of the Aosha clan in Tiesha. As a result, he discovered that he only provided the information needed by the people of Aosha and the major clan of Tiesha, and for the real plan. He was completely kept in the dark and the other party did not regard it as a matter of fact. The revenge is just a matter of raising his hand. This feeling has to be said to be somewhat lost.

But the loss was only a short moment, and Thuram quickly rose up. If everything is exactly what the new owner said, Aosa will undoubtedly become the head of the far super clan. Then, as a member of Aosha, he obviously can get great benefits from it. Compared with the future with a promising future, what is this little loss?

Sure enough, the echo shook his head gently. "You are wrong. The patriarch, Garcia needs a mercenary, not a citizen. This is the biggest difference between her and Roland. It is because of this, she Only after picking up the black bones and sandstones with strong fighting power, they can be different. He regards all Mojin people as their people, so any clan can go to the gray castle kingdom, regardless of how many young men of the tribe have, and whether the strength is strong. Nothing. He doesn't need the sand people to sell him a benevolent king. He won't sit and watch his own people dielessly!"

"But the price? What do we have to pay for?" The flame patriarch Gulz stood up. "He can't help the sand people for no reason. I don't believe that there is a gift in the world that doesn't care about giving back!" Biting his teeth, "You say it, I am willing to accept it!"

"Roland wants to be very simple, that is work." The echo said calmly, "Like his thousands of people, work for the kingdom, work for himself! Receive remuneration, improve life, receive education, raise future generations... ...this is everything he wants to see."

"Just... like this?" Gould couldn't help but groan.

"Yes, a road that can survive without killing and struggling!" The tone of the echo rose again. "Everyone knows that the Yinchuan oasis has become less and less... I was still a child, close to the endless sea. The southern end of the corner can also occasionally see the oasis, but now, the white wasteland in the northwest is expanding, and the oasis is turned into sand, and even the small oasis around the iron sand city is smaller than before. Is it that the Mojin people have always planned to rely on the fight against the struggle to achieve the place of survival, immersing the blood in the yellow sand, and finally disappearing into the extreme south with the oasis? Tell me, are you willing to accept such a result!"

"No, adults!"

"I want to go with you, Silvermoon!"

"Please bring me!"

There was a burst of ripples in the crowd, like a wave, spreading from the center of the high platform.

Looking at the beautiful woman on the stage who gathered the focus of many clan eyes, the iron axe couldn’t help but kneel down on one knee, and a line of tears poured out.

This scene has been seen many times in my dreams, especially the night when Aosha became a challenger. However, when the dream woke up, the clan no longer existed, and the princess became a slave. He thought that he could never see such a day again.

Now, the echo is much closer than the scene in his dreams. This feeling makes his eyes sour, but his heart feels full and full of pride.

Aosha eventually got the favor of the Three Gods.

"I know that there are still people who have concerns, but the facts will prove everything," the echo raised his right hand and said, "I am willing to go with me to the clan of the south of the Grey Fort. Now I can take care of the equipment and set off for the small oasis. Don't worry about the latecomers, I will leave a man in the oasis and lead any clan who wants to go to the North to find a livable place. As long as you obey the law of the Grey Fort, you will be protected by the underarms, the Grey Fort. Will always be open to you!"

No one knows who sent the first cheer, but it is like a drop of ink that falls into the water, and it quickly spreads into a smoldering place and quickly spreads to the entire burning place.

The big clan is still silent, but they are insignificant compared to others in the high platform.

The tribal voices from all corners of Yinchuan passed the Iron Sands City for the first time.

There was a crack in the original and old-fashioned order.

And the new order is condensing into a prototype in the vocal.

It looks young and immature, but it exudes endless vitality.

People have squatted, cheered at the head of the new clan, and bowed to the birth of the chieftain. Not everyone has the courage to be a pioneer, but there are always some people who will give everything to the evergreen place in their hearts.

On that day, people’s voices continued to spread in the burning place.

That day, the desert had a new owner.