"Say it again, what's going on?" Zhu Dapang narrowed his eyes slightly, and the Xuanshui wolf teeth mace in his hand was lifted up again, and blood was still flowing from the bloody stick head.

The scout was shrouded in the murderous intent of Zhu Dapang, and said, "Report to your Highness, the escaped baggage team has really entered the mountain. I can swear in the name of the ancestor of the altar. All I said is true!"

"Fart! Can people enter the mountain, and can supplies vans enter the mountain?"

As he spoke, Zhu Dapang swung the Xuanshui wolf's mace to teach a lesson to the scout who dared to deceive him, but a white light flashed, and the whistling mace was gone.

"Why are the elder brothers who are all familiar with the servants? Since all the four scouts said this, why don't we go over and take a look?"

"Third brother, you are troublesome!"

Although Zhu Dapang glared at the third brother, he turned around and jumped onto the horse, urging the scout to lead the way immediately.

Not long after, under the guidance of the scout, the fourth son Wangzhu found the traces of the ruts rolling into the mountains-

On the ground covered with snow, there are two rows of deep ruts. The black soil turned outwards in sharp contrast with the snow around them, but the trajectory of the ruts extends all the way forward into the tall and vigorous fir forest.

The pine pyramids were pointed directly into the sky, stretching between the mountains and ridges, but the four princes and pigs all stared blankly in front of them. Not far from them, a fir tree that was embracing two people stood in the middle of the rut.

It is not rare for scattered baggage trucks to squeeze into the dense forest, but what is the situation when ruts pass by both sides of the trees?

Is this a ghost car, without physical objects, can you pass through a tree?

The four sons, the pigs, looked at the mysterious events in front of each other, were stunned on the spot. Just as the four pig princes were anxious to grab their scalp, the gray eagle Kadra behind Zhu Sanpang walked out with a staff.

"Your Highness, this is probably the effect of the natural emblem."

"Natural Emblem?" All four pig princes turned their heads.

"In legend, the great druids of ancient times all had the mysterious ability to command trees to fight. The natural emblems they left behind could also achieve a certain degree of dominance of the effectiveness of plants after several generations of improvement."

Zhu Sanpang frowned and said, "You mean. Someone ordered the fir forest to give up a path?"

"It's probably that." Grey Eagle Kadra bowed down and retreated.

Seeing that things had come to this point, the fourth son Wangzhu, who was full of anger, could only temporarily bear this breath, but if he wanted to let Qian Wuyou go, it was obviously not the wild boar's character of clearly distinguishing grudges.

Zhu Dapang held the mace of Xuanshui and pointed to the endless fir forest and said, "I don't believe that they won't come out. The second, third, fourth, and everyone will draw the harrier and hawk scout together. Be sure to pull out the ground mouse that dares not see people."

Zhu Erpang snorted at that time: "Brother. It's time for a big battle now, how can you waste your energy here? My father won't agree. I think it's better to send a roar and investigate it all over the place."

"The second brother is right! Such a large baggage team will inevitably appear in our sight as long as they leave the forest!" Zhu Sipang doesn't like the boss's style of making mistakes, so he naturally has a tendency to stand.

Seeing the boss's anger rise, Zhu Sanpang immediately stood up: "Don't worry, everyone, the mountains and forests stretch out all the way, leading to the tomb of the Pure Altar. Unless they fall into the trap themselves, as long as they walk out, they will crash into our army."

The three pig princes who were about to argue immediately woke up when they heard this. They immediately turned their horses and reported the matter to the old wild boar, and put the focus of the battle back on the military front of the Five Elements Empire.

After all, Qian Wuyou, who blows up the baggage, made the wild boar people angry, but his threat is far from rising to the strategic level. Of course, it is okay to wipe it out by the way, but it is not worth fighting.

The old wild boar acquiesced to the judgment of his four sons. At present, he could not spend any energy at all and was concerned about the fugitives. Even if he exploded a large number of supplies, he would not lose the wild boar people to a heavy loss of money Wuyou.

So the northwest region of Wild Boarze returned to peace. After nightfall that day, the baggage team led by Qian Wuyou quietly integrated into the super-large formation led by Pigeliu.

Fighting against the cold wind, Qian Wuyou's troops quickly set up a camp.

In the thick felt tent, Qian Wuyou directed his subordinates to raise a bonfire and roast fat cows, prepare to fill them up, and sit and watch the wild boar scouts, running hard on the edge of the forest, facing the wind and snow.

"Lord, are we going to go to the trap?" Li Pojun sat by the bonfire, holding the fat golden beef legs in his hand, but he couldn't swallow it.

Qian Wuyou was in a good mood. He bit off a piece of fat beef covered with desert spices, and chewed it while saying, "It's over, and I won't hide some things from you. This time, I'm going to the tomb of the Pure Altar to seize the power of the destiny of the wild boar."

"The power of destiny!?"

A sound of air sucking sounded by the bonfire. Li Pojun, Jia Wei, and Wu Yan all opened their eyes wide, their faces full of disbelief.

Qian Wuyou buried his head in chewing on the fat cow's legs and muttered: "The great demon tide has arrived. We must hurry to the core of the Tomb of the Altar tomb before the Wild Boars, and bathe in the light of the altar with talent."

"Demon Tide?" Jia Wei had just spoken when he found a trace of purple mist in the tent. He stood up on the spot, ran to the door, opened the curtain and saw that the blizzard outside had turned into a deep purple magic vortex.

The great demon tide, far beyond the past, surging in the sky and earth, completely turned into a deep purple world. In the howling wind, monsters had faintly appeared. If you were sleeping in the wilderness and forests, you would inevitably encounter consecutive battles.

Jia Wei, who was cold on his neck, had figured out the key point, and when he looked at Qian Wuyou, he became a full of admiration.

"Lord, it's easy for us to come in, so what about going out?" Jia Wei, who was afraid of death, always cares about escaping most.

But Qian Wuyou shook his head and said, "If we can safely arrive at the tomb of the Pure Altar, it will be a great luck by chance."

"No!" Jia Wei almost cried.

During the day, Jia Wei heard a lot of terrible rumors about the wild boars from the captives. Not long ago, he had experienced the terrifying battlefield of the wild boars killing the world from the captured Shiwei crystal.

"What are you howling, shut up!" Qian Wuyou just glared at Jia Wei and became depressed.

Seeing that it suddenly became cold, Li Pojun cleared his throat and said, "Lord, how should we act in the future?"

"Of course, follow the wild boar people and play the role of the baggage team!" Qian Wuyou paused for a moment and continued: "In addition, Li Pojun, you are responsible for the safety of our baggage. Pige Liu will do your best to protect you."

"What about you?" Li Pojun heard Qian Wuyou's deep meaning.

Qian Wuyou smiled and said, "You don't think that the tomb of the sacred land of the wild boar people is a public place where you want to enter, right?"

For the wild boar people, the tomb of the Pure Altar is like the Five Elements Empire to the ancestral halls and the Golden Retriever to the Temple and Sanctuary. Here, except for the tribal chiefs and shamans, only the nobles of the Wasteland can have the honor to enter and watch and visit.

"But Lord Lord..." Li Pojun said halfway, and the following was gone.

Along the way, as long as you are a discerning person, you can see that Qian Wuyou is barely considered an insignificant shaman. Unfortunately, his wild shaman who lacks inheritance will never be taken seriously by the high-level priests of the Tomb of the Altar.

Qian Wuyou smiled slightly, then pointed to the nonsense in front of him and said, "The hope of entering the Tomb of the Pure Altar is probably going to fall on Sid's head."

Hu Yan pointed to his nose in surprise and said with uncertainty: "Me? I can't do it!"

Qian Wuyou smiled and said, "I heard that the Fire Fox clan on the Great Wilderness is just a branch of the Flame tribe. But Sid, even if you have a pseudonym, you will never be able to hide your bloodline. As one of the eight tribes in the south of the Moon, you, with a noble status, have enough qualifications to bother with the high-level priests of the Tomb of Purifying the Altar."

"Lord, are you joking? I am just a humble beast trainer, and there may be a glorious flame shaman..."

Before Hu Yan could finish his words, Qian Wuyou grabbed his arm. The combat power of lava strike ignited a blazing flame on the spot, but Hu Yan's arm that merged into it was unharmed.

Flame affinity, elemental resonance, inefficient fire damage immunity!

Hu Yan's body instantly showed three major characteristics, which were the noble blood talents that only the direct blood relatives of the Flame tribe could have.

As one of the eight tribes in the south of the desert in the Great Wilderness, the Flame Fox is famous and even famous for the Five Elements Empire.

Li Pojun and Jia Wei's eyes suddenly looked straight, but Hu Yan shook his head bitterly, and he whispered: "A crippled whose shaman's heart is broken is worthy of your attention, Lord Lord?"

Qian Wuyou nodded and said, "As long as you have inheritance and knowledge, you can fool the high-level priests of the Tomb of the Altar. As for your so-called shamanic heart, it is actually not impossible to repair it."

Wu Yan's smile became more and more desolate: "The gift of glory is the elemental resonance power that only those who have entered the third-level power system can give you! Lord Lord, can I really witness the birth of such a strong man in my lifetime?"

"But you forget the light of destiny, and I can be sure that the psychic altar of the Tomb of the Pure Altar can give you a brand new shamanic heart."

Qian Wuyou's voiced words made Hu Yan tremble all over. He stretched out his hand tremblingly, his mouth opened and closed continuously, but he couldn't make any sound, but two lines of clear tears slowly flowed out of his wet eyes.

A man doesn’t cry easily, but he hasn’t reached the sad place!

Of course, the crying nonsense is not sad, but seeing new hope and infinite possibilities. (To be continued. (.))
Chapter completed!