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It could also be a merger between tribes.

Therefore, in order to protect the safety of the child, let the child run out alone.

What fight was going on, to leave the kid alone?

Moreover, it still happened in the brave Serato tribe.

It's too weird.

In this rainforest, why is it suddenly unstable?

Gavial had no choice but to settle down with Bubble.

The next day, she got up early in the morning and sat on the bench in the clan center with a lot of thoughts.

Gavial remembered what the messenger said to her yesterday when he returned...

The tribe's messenger is a Riboli.

He is the fastest of the whole tribe.

Yesterday, Tomimi asked this messenger to help deliver something to the Flintstone tribe to the south.

Unexpectedly, he came back in less than half a day.

Gavial asked him what happened, and the messenger told Gavial that he went to the Flint tribe, but there was no one in the tribe.

He only saw a few mercenaries building fortifications on the land that was originally the Flint tribe.

The people of the Flint tribe are all missing.

When he wanted to approach, those mercenaries immediately raised their guns and drove him away.

The messenger is Inam's partner, and often accompanies Inam to go shopping outside.

He is also far more knowledgeable than the other Tiakau.

What he says is absolutely trustworthy.

This made Gavial feel even more strange.

All the flint tribes of Kemal are missing.

Next, Bubble's tribe encountered a war.

what is the problem?

"Gavier Gavial!" The tribe's witch doctor came out of the house at some point, "The girl is awake!"

"Zumama is awake?" Gavial immediately got up, "I'll go and see."

Doctor Crocodile returned to the house immediately, and saw his friend sitting on the bed, holding his head with one hand.

"Zumama." Gavial sat on the edge of the bed, "How are you?"

Zumama frowned, "I..."

"What happened? Which tribe did you hurt?" Gavial asked, "Everyone knows how powerful the anaconda tribe is, so who dares to touch you?"

"It's not a tribe in the rainforest." Zumama—or the anaconda shook his head.

She thought for a while and said, "It's someone from outside."

"People from outside?"

"Yes, they all hold firearms, and there is one who can--that, what's it called, yes, someone who knows Originium skills." The anaconda moved its body a little, and then Dang even gasped in pain. Leng Qi, "That person can manipulate iron, we are no match for him."

"Can manipulate the origin stone skill of iron?" Gavial was shocked.

Who would that be?

Who would come up with the idea of ​​this rainforest?

"Why did he come to the Akahula rainforest?" Gavial couldn't figure it out.

"The mine... That person wants our mine." Anaconda said, "At first, he gave me a day to move out of our original home, but I refused. Then, he did it. "

She lowered her eyes, "Many people died in battle..."

Mine?

Are you talking about the origin stone mine?

Gavial knew that there were many undeveloped source stone mines in the Akahura rainforest.

There is also one in the back mountain of my own tribe.

However, since the Tiakau warriors have never allowed outsiders to step into the rainforest, these mines have been shelved.

For them, the rainforest is their home.

For generations, Adacles lived here.

After each little Adacles is born, he or she naturally has the responsibility to dedicate himself to protecting the homeland.

This is passed down from generation to generation--

Tiakau is a warrior, and a warrior must defend his homeland and protect precious resources.

All of Tiakau are warriors, loyal, brave, steadfast, and powerful.

People in the rain forest are in a barrier built by thousands of tribes.

Their hometown is safe and sound under the protection of this barrier.

It was difficult for Gavial to evaluate whether this complacency was good or bad.

But now, this balance is going to be broken.

648. Beware of the Colombian Wild Wolf

"You know the guys from outside—where are they stationed?" Gavial asked.

The anaconda shook his head, "I don't know, but sooner or later they will occupy all the mines in the rainforest—in a bloody way."

Gavial was about to speak when Tomimi came running from outside the clan.

She held the dream catcher tightly in her hand and seemed terrified.

"What's wrong, Tomimi?" Gavial asked.

The white-haired Adacles hesitated for a moment and said, "The tribe is an outsider."

"Who's here?" Gavial asked puzzled.

Temimi hesitated for a moment, then said: "The clothes of those people are similar to those of Gavial, they seem to be people from outside."

"What!?" Gavial's expression turned serious, his slender fingers clenched the battle ax tightly.

……

……

Shirtel was sitting in the tavern of the station in the desert, with a glass of water in front of him.

In the scorching heat of the desert, even ordinary pure water is steamed hot by the hot air.

She felt irritable without ice cream.

There was noise in the station.

Only the Sarkaz girl sat alone in the corner.

When most people resisted and discriminated against Sarkaz, the inn owner didn't drive her out, and she was satisfied.

——Of course, there was no reason to drive her out, or maybe she was frightened when she saw the Levantine magic sword in her hand.

Stel stared at his notebook.

Three... maybe four place names...

She will be able to find the places on the notebook in no time.

but.

If she explores all these scattered memory fragments, but finds that there is no memory of her own at all...

what can we do about it?

What should she do then?

She never thought about what she would do after finding the place in her memory.

Her past experiences are looking for memories, and her future plans are also looking for memories.

So, when the task of "finding memory" is completed?

Shirtle didn't think about it.

She looked at the Levantine sword leaning on the table.

Levantine gave her immense power, but also severed her from the past.

Always on the road of searching for memories, she has been walking alone for a long, long time.

She couldn't remember when she had the sword.

But when she picked up the sword, she felt as if they had cooperated thousands of times, and they were extremely familiar.

With just one swipe, the flames engulfed every inch of space around her.

Every time someone asks about Shirtel's mystery, she just answers lightly, "I don't know either."

Her sword skills and spells all come from the magic sword coiled in flames.

Countless times, she was able to peek into one ten-thousandth of Levantin's huge memory, but she only knew its sword name.

Her memory, too, was like a sea of ​​flames.

Generation after generation of experiences merged into her body, forming a huge and chaotic memory, which made it increasingly difficult for her to tell which one was her real self.

She was afraid, afraid that one day she would be swallowed by that huge memory.

she told herself—

No one can accompany her on the long journey of searching for memories.

The experience of connecting with others only made her more disoriented than she already was.

But now, she is also hesitant and confused.

Shirtel met the students in the school.

Their goal is to get good grades and get into good schools.

She's also seen people who work hard to get the job done today, or to earn money to support their families.

So what should a confused person with no goal do?

Shirtel took a deep breath, and looked again at the three large letters in the notebook:

I want to die.

After she finishes finding all the places in her memory, maybe...

The people at the next table were still making noise.

They seem to be from two different caravans.

The only woman at the table—a dark-skinned, plump-hoofed person—sat without saying a word.

The other men were drinking and drinking.

"What are you transporting for money recently?" A bearded man asked, and at the same time touched the wine glass with the man in the long cloak next to the woman with rich hoofs, "You cheapskate, you actually bought me such an expensive wine? "

The man in the cloak lowered his voice and said with a smile, "Origin Stone."

"What!?" The bearded man was startled.

The long cloak laughed, "You don't understand, the Colombians have a lot of money, as long as they are willing to work, the benefits are many. Now I go to the Aquahura Rainforest to pull the source stone, and I can get this amount in one trip!"

He made a gesture.

The bearded man let out a low exclamation, "So many! —Wait, from the Akahura rainforest? Those primitive people finally got the hang of it? Are they able to do business?"

"Of course they didn't get the hang of it, and they're still guarding their ridiculous homeland." The long cloak sneered, "But who are the Colombians? If they don't cooperate, just kill them all. At present, the boss has only developed one mine. All the mines in the rainforest are under control. Do you want to do it with me?"