(795 The sword has been forged into a ploughshare for a long time, and now the beast has become a nightmare)

In the Windchaser Tribe, the Nineteenth were in a luxurious tent.

Although most of the Wind Chasers lived in bark houses, they set aside the largest and most luxurious yurts for the "gods" from the south.

The tent was partitioned, separated by a hall, seven or eight bedrooms that were not connected to each other. There is a charcoal fire in the hall, and the carpets are filled with fine wine and food.

As soon as Gou Zhu and Lin Mei'er entered the tent, an old man from the Wind Chasing Department knelt down at the door and said:

"Honorable gods, our tribe has just returned to their homeland, and the worship is too simple, and we ask the gods to take care of it. ”

Gou Zhu glanced back and said, "We are not gods, just monks. Your hospitality has been good. Go back to sleep, we'll only stay overnight for a few days. ”

The old man's eyes seemed to show hesitation. But seeing Gou's eyes, he bowed again and left.

The Hook Divine Sense swept around, and there were still a few people chasing deer within a hundred steps around, but the distance was not very close.

He whispered to everyone: "The old man at the door just now doesn't trust us very much. Don't touch the food here and proceed with caution. ”

With his Purple Mansion Divine Sense, if he probed the other party's emotions, he might be able to know more. However, this is also quite overbearing, and it is not very necessary.

For Gou Zhu, as long as he sees the other party's eyes, he can detect a lot of things. At least the old man didn't trust them.

Either way, be careful to sail the ship of ten thousand years. He wouldn't be surprised if the Wind Chasers were careful against them. He did the same with each other.

It's just that this makes him faintly worried. If such a huge tribe is unstable and is used by the dust people, the rear of the Cloud King will be in danger.

At the same time, in a cave a few miles away, a dozen or so people sat around the cave. A bonfire lit outside the cave was projected in, scurrying between the figures, casting several twisted and strange figures onto the cave walls.

The people here are clearly divided into two groups.

There were seven or eight of them, led by Kangbai, the old patriarch of the Chasing Wind tribe, and most of them were old-looking, clumsy, and covered in thick deerskin robes.

The other group consisted of three or four young men, led by the young patriarch Conducy. They were physically strong, and even in the middle of winter, they were only dressed in thin gray and white cloth robes, and half of their shoulders and arms were exposed.

It's just that many of them have wounds on their bodies, bandaged with a wide leaf, and there is a faint smell of blood in the air.

After a while, a white-haired old man bowed down and walked into the cave. His name was Logai, and he was one of the oldest elders in the entire Wind-Chasing Tribe, and he was the right and left hand of the patriarch Kangbai.

As soon as Logai entered, in the dim cave, the firelight was beating, and he couldn't see the faces of everyone clearly. All he heard was Khambay asked, in a low voice:

"How's it going, have all the gods of the south settled down?"

"Don't worry, my lord, it's all settled. They are all in the Lord's tent. Manpower has been arranged around the area. If they come out and walk around, someone will report it immediately. ”

Combay nodded. If these southern gods were walking around their camp, he would not dare to speak at all. No one knows if they will say something wrong to anger these gods.

Their patriarchs and elders could have lived in the warmth and comfort of the main tent for meetings, but now they could only be kept secret in this icy cave.

"How many dead and wounded?" asked Cambay suddenly.

"It has been counted, thirty-one people were killed, and one hundred and two were wounded. ”

Condusi had been planning to speak, but Combay kept them waiting until Logai returned: "There is no problem with the sentry, these monsters are not really strong. but suddenly released from our ......"

"Needless to say, what has already happened," Locchais interrupted Conduci's argument in a hoarse voice, a little stiffly, and then turned his face towards the silhouette of the patriarch.

"Patriarch, hurry up and order the unblocking. Think about it fifty years ago, who would dare to attack our tribe with a nightmare beast? That is, those nightmare beast masters of the dust people, which one of them didn't learn the rebellious spells of our family?"

"Unblocking, unsealing?" Conducy instinctively felt bad, but he didn't know what Logai was pouting.

The art of the Nightmare Beast is indeed the method of taming beasts from the Chasing Wind Tribe. Hundreds of years ago, when this tribe was still a dust tribe, it was not called the Wind Chaser Tribe, but the Nightmare Chaser Tribe.

It's a tribe that frantically chases terrifying nightmares.

At that time, their children were subjected to all kinds of intimidation, all kinds of horrors from birth. This is to create a shadow of horror in their psyche, and their nightmares will be even more terrifying.

Only in the terrible nightmare can a terrifying, more powerful nightmare beast be born.

Returning to the Wind King, after they became the Wind Tribe, the domestication and sale of reindeer brought them wealth and a prosperous life. The army of the Wind Country has ensured the safety of the area around Dongdu Mountain.

With a comfortable and peaceful life, fewer and fewer people are willing to cultivate Nightmare Beasts, and the torturous tradition of domesticating Nightmare Beasts has begun to fade away. Gradually, only a few old people who stick to tradition remain.

About fifty years ago, the Wind King decided to put an end to the cruel tradition of bloody beast taming, ordering all tribes to seal all war beasts and no longer use them. The use of War Beasts within the range of the Windy Nation is considered illegal.

War beasts, including nightmare beasts, cannot be destroyed. Once they are completely wiped out, then the cultivation of the beast masters who domesticated them will also be completely finished, and even their lifespan will be greatly damaged.

After being sealed, they can still continue to cultivate, prolong their lifespan, and the cultivation of war beasts can continue to improve. It's just that the laws of the Wind Nation prohibit them from using war beasts to fight anymore.

At present, most of the younger generation in the tribe are learning the cultivation exercises brought by the "Southern Gods", especially the physical cultivation exercises of the Jiwu Sect. Condoci is one of them.

However, some of them have defected to the Dust tribe for hundreds of years, so the art of the Nightmare Beast still exists among the beast masters of the Dust Clan. That's why there was such a thing as their tribe being attacked by the Nightmare Beast.

"Unseal our Nightmare Beast!" Luo Gai's eyes flickered in the firelight, and his expression was excited, "Now the Wind Country itself is difficult to protect, and it is impossible to care about our life or death."

"The reinforcements of the earth country have gone north, and they will definitely fight the dust people on the snow country's side, and both sides will be defeated.

"As long as we release the Nightmare Beast and occupy Dongdu Mountain to stand on our own, we will be the third largest force in Northern Xinjiang from now on!"

When Logai said this, everyone, including the young Conducy, was shocked. The Wind-Chasing Tribe occupies Dongdu Mountain and stands on its own, and it is tempting for anyone to become a country of their own.

But once they stand on their own, they will be equivalent to abandoning their identity as Fengguo people and their qualifications to trade with the Houtu Empire, and they will also lose their rich and prosperous life.

This is undoubtedly treason, and the army of the Wind Country will not spare them in the first place.

The second is the dust people, who have been eyeing them all the time. Without the protection of the Wind Country, will they be able to resist the invasion of the Dust Clan?

And the mighty Empire of the Thick Earth in the south, what will they do about it, will they tolerate a new nation to the north?

In an instant, there were enemies on all sides. Is it worth it for the sake of an illusory ideal of self-reliance?

"You're crazy!" Conducy blurted out after a few moments of silence, "This is treason. We can't be the match of the southern gods, and we can't be the odds of the crazy earthly people. ”

"Young man, you're too simple-minded," Logai sneered, reining his excitement.

"The gods from the south have sealed our Nightmare Beasts and established the Wind Country, saying that their armies can protect our pastures for generations.

"The result? They were so defeated that they almost lost their country, and even the Wind King died.

"As for the Dust Clan, they are busy fighting with reinforcements from the Turkish Kingdom, so how can they have time to fight us?

"If we raise our own troops and stand on our own, we will be able to occupy the entire Dongdu Mountain. Whether it is the Wind Country, the Earth Country, or the Dust People, they all have to win us over. Otherwise we may throw ourselves into their enemies.

"The tribesmen were corrupted by the fabrics and porcelain from the south, and thought that we were born to live comfortably. That's why there is a fiasco that is now being driven everywhere.

"We are the beasts of the steppe, we want to restore the name of the tribe of nightmares, we want to build a country, defend our own interests, and never listen to anyone's demagoguery again.

"This is the best opportunity in hundreds of years, and once lost, it will never be available again!"

There seemed to be a strange power in Locgai's words, which activated a certain kind of blood in the hearts of these old and young people. Everyone fell silent again.

"The gods from the south are now in the main tent. After a long silence, as if after a long period of thought, Patriarch Kangbai whispered, "If you unseal the Nightmare Beast now, it is very likely that they will detect it." After a few days they are gone, we will open the seal. ”

"No!" Locchais interrupted the patriarch with an agitated expression.

Before the Nightmare Beast was sealed, he was one of the strongest beastmasters in the clan. After the Nightmare Beast was sealed, he was nothing more than an old immortal old man who lived longer than a mortal.

More than anyone else, he was eager to quickly unseal his Nightmare Beast. With such a great opportunity at hand, how could he let it go?

"It must be lifted immediately! These southern gods are here to regain control of us. They won't be going until the Windy Nation's armies take control of Winterdo Mountain again.

"Go and unleash all the Nightmare Beasts now and surround the main tent. If they're willing to let the Memory Eaters devour the memories of everything they've seen on Winterdo, let them go.

"Otherwise, leave them all here!"

In the beating firelight, a bloodthirsty light reflected in Locga's smoky eyes.