Seeing that their prestige was about to run out, it seemed as if the River Wanderers were about to unite completely under Trist's command, and the elders gathered together for the last time.

The atmosphere of this party was completely different from the previous ones.

In the past, no matter how tense the situation was, the elders in the meeting would deliberately maintain their demeanor and mystery - for them, this was the most important face.

However, when the situation has rotten to the point where it is now, it seems that no one cares about face anymore.

Even the lining is gone, and the face is still gone!

Under the cover of night, the elders and their closest confidants rowed a small boat to the agreed place quietly - everyone must reveal their identities before entering the venue, and no one is an exception.

The venue is a small thatched house.

Although the tradition of the nomads of the great river has always been "born in a boat and died in the water", with the impact of outsiders, many people have realized the benefits of returning to the shore to settle down.

In this case, if the elders insisted on meeting on the ship, I am afraid it would be a little too conspicuous - and so these old fellows, who kept saying that they would stick to tradition, had to set foot on land that they had been reluctant to set foot on.

There was incense lit in the thatched house, but there was no need to worry about the infestation of all kinds of snakes and insects, and the elders came here in silence, and then looked for a place of their own and sat down silently.

Of course, not everyone is completely sure of their place, and every now and then there are some quarrels.

In the past, any dispute between the elders would generally take some "decent" means to confront, such as lighting incense and watching the smoke at the same time; Or maybe you draw a paint on each of the fabrics to see how the final color is infected...... In short, at least it seems to be the "big guy's means".

But now...... When the materials are gradually scarce and the mountains are empty, no one will continue to consume their poor family wealth because of this matter, so these elders who used to be high in the sky have to fight for a position like ordinary people.

As the number of elders in attendance grew, so did the arguments—and finally, when the whole room had become noisy, an old man sitting on the throne with a colorful shawl coughed heavily.

Behind him, a large man more than three meters tall slammed into the ground with his heavy sledgehammer.

The tremor on the ground silenced everyone present, and they glanced at the old man with low eyebrows in fear, and then finally chose to sit down in tacit agreement.

……………………

"Looks ...... Everyone is here. After the thatched house fell silent, the old man in the first seat finally spoke slowly, "There shouldn't be anyone here who betrays tradition, right?" ”

“……”

No one dared to speak rashly—though they were on the verge of losing all their decency, the elders maintained the necessary respect in front of the great descendants of the Great River.

That's right, the old man's name is Mulan Dahe, who takes Dahe as his surname, and is a direct descendant of the legendary ancestor of the Dahe nomads.

He is also the elder of the elders of the Great River Nomads.

Unlike the other Elders, Mullan had never been an arrogant man—and in the eyes of many Elders, Mullan was probably the only one of them who truly cared about the River's nomadic traditions.

In the past, Mullan has always played the role of the mascot of the river nomads, he rarely appears in the eyes of ordinary people, and he does not seem to control any industry himself, but only abides by the ancient tradition, wandering on the Python River all day long.

However, it is such a mascot, but when the elders are collectively helpless, it suddenly appeared, and then showed a background beyond everyone's imagination.

All the elders remembered very well what happened when they received Mullan's letterhead—when the letterhead was opened, the smoke directly changed to Mullan's appearance!

What's even more terrifying is that if the person who opens the letterhead is not the recipient, Smoke Mullan will directly kill the person who opens the letterhead, without mercy.

The smoke clones and dripping blood made the elders realize the ability of this old guy who had been inconspicuous, so they finally chose to come over obediently to attend the meeting.

"You've disappointed me." Mullan's tone was calm, as if he had been prepared for no response, "Your greed and ignorance have betrayed the great traditions of the past, and you have forgotten the most important thing for the river nomads - we are independent and have no contact with mortals, so we can survive for a long time. ”

The elders remained silent.

No one could deny Moulin's accusations - because as the person with the highest status, he never took advantage of this position to gain anything...... Although this accusation made the elders uncomfortable, no one chose to speak in the end.

"I don't mean to judge the past." Fortunately, Mullan did not hold on to the elders' mistakes and continued to criticize them, and after glancing at the old fellows who were sitting on pins and needles, he spoke again, "The river nomads have taken a wrong path, and if they have too much to do with everything, we will not be able to stand alone when the mortal dust is in turmoil—this must change!" ”

"Descendants of the Great River." An old man with white hair at the head of Moulin stood up and bowed, prostrate on the ground, "The foolish commoners have been completely bewitched by the traitors, and our language is no longer worth mentioning above the river......"

"So, I found you." Mu Lan didn't seem to care about the compliment in his tone, his tone was still calm and cold, "The betrayer will die in the morning mist of Kumangu - and you, together with me, need to redirect the river wanderers back to the right path...... Put away your greed and short-sightedness, the turmoil of mortal dust is imminent, and we must not be involved! ”

Will the betrayer die in the morning mist of Kumangu?!

Hearing Mu Lan's words, all the elders' hearts were on fire!

As long as that guy named Trist is finished...... Those ignorant civilians will not return to our leadership!

As for what is the real tradition...... Which elder cares?

On the first seat, Mu Lan seemed to sense everyone's thoughts, he waved his hand lightly, and a hazy smoke finally dispersed, and in the queue of elders, a person suddenly convulsed and fell to the ground.

"Betrayers still dare to come to my meeting?" Mu Lan's eyes widened in a rare way, "What gave you this courage?" ”

In the thatched hut, the crowd was silent again—and after a long time, the elders finally chose to bow down.

And when the elders prostrated themselves down, they realized that even now, Mullin was still sitting on the boat—at Mullin's feet, a small, bathtub-like boat was floating quietly in the mist.