Coward!
This was how the others looked at Wu He. Some even looked at him with undisguised disdain.
However, Wu He didn't care about their gazes. He still looked like a coward and wouldn't change his mind.
As the chief, Su Lili should reprimand Wu He, who was "unambitious". This was not in line with the Changle organization's "excellent style". However, when he was about to speak, Su Lili remembered how Wu He and the others were captured by the Flaming Horns. From then on, they became messengers.
After some thought, Su Li said, "Fine." He then looked around. "Is there anyone else who thinks the same as Wu He?"
Another four people backed out. They were all people who often worked with the Changle's. They were all people who were traumatized by the Yanjiao. Su Li didn't force them. In fact, he was traumatized as well. However, he didn't think it would be a problem if they just got involved.
Just as everyone was about to make a move, something strange happened.
"Look, what's that?!"
"Is there something wrong with my eyes? Why do I see a purple light over there? "
"I see it too!"
"Yes, it's purple!"
Those who were paying attention to the palace realized that there was a faint purple light over there.
At the center of the palace, in the garden where the Heaven and Earth Contract Book was kept.
The red flames that were spewing out from the mountain were gradually tinged with purple. This purple color was increasing. At first, it was only on the periphery of the flames, but then it seeped in.
Shao Xuan's hand was still on the mountain wall. However, the white lines of fire had gradually formed a large intersecting shaman pattern on the mountain wall. The lines of fire extended across the mountain wall without any obstruction.
This pattern made up of white lines of fire almost covered the entire mountain wall. The mountain wall was twenty meters tall, so this shaman pattern was almost twenty meters tall.
"Ancestor Shaman Seal!" The old man from the Yi family was shocked.
More and more flames spewed out from the mountain. The red flames were quickly replaced by purple. Even the surrounding flames were turning purple at the same speed.
Purple flames?!
What shocked the crowd even more was that, during the process of the formation of the white magical pattern, the markings left behind by the other clans after signing the contract were all moving!
It wasn't the totem that moved, but the mountain itself. It was the mountain that moved all the places with the totem marks! His goal was to clear out more space for the shaman patterns!
The people from Royal City who were watching all of this became even more silent, their eyes almost lifeless.
The scene before him had far exceeded Ji Fang's expectations.
The fire seed in this mountain was purple but that colour had not appeared in a long time. Ji Fang only knew about it from his ancestor's notes. Later on, some people said that the fire seed in the mountain was a primitive fire seed. It would not be integrated into the bloodstream like the human tribes, so it could not escape the fate of being weak.
Ji Fang had always thought that the mountain would never be able to emit the purple flames of its original form. But now, the purple flames had appeared again!
The reason?
Ji Fang stared intently at the giant Progenitor Shaman Seal on the mountain wall, as well as the two-horned totem in the center of the Progenitor Shaman Seal. He tightened his grip on the sword hilt, and the veins on the back of his hand bulged. All the muscles on his body were trembling slightly.
Why did it have to be Yanjiao?!
He suddenly regretted signing the contract with Yanjiao. When the contract was signed, it meant that he could not easily attack Yanjiao's Flaming River Basin, no matter if it was in the open or in the dark.
But thinking of something, Ji Fang lowered his eyelids and relaxed his grip on the sword hilt. A strange smile appeared on his face, but he quickly hid it so no one saw it.
The mountain that served as the Heaven and Earth Contract Book was bursting with flames from every part of it. The flames shot straight up, and the purple flames began to spread in all directions.
The roof and eaves of the palace were covered in a layer of hazy purple light. This was caused by the purple flames. As time passed, the mysterious purple light grew stronger and stronger. The area covered by the purple light extended outwards from the palace.
The flowing purple flames spread outwards from the palace. Soon, some of the streets, houses, people and other objects in the center of the Royal City were enveloped in the purple flames.
The streets were filled with cries of surprise. Everyone who had been in their houses, no matter what they had been doing, came out now.
Everywhere on the streets, there were people dressed in different styles. They were either nobles or travellers. They all stood outside in shock, looking at the palace as if they were on a pilgrimage.
At this moment, the sky above the palace was almost purple. At this moment, the light of the sun seemed to be suppressed!
The streets became congested. The roads that used to be wide enough for huge beasts to pass through were now filled with people. Many of the beasts could not move forward, nor could they retreat.
They were all people!
This was the first time they could clearly feel how many people there were in the Royal City. More importantly, the Heaven and Earth Contract was a new level of mystery in their minds.
They had only heard of it from their elders, or experienced it in the Royal City. But this was the first time this had happened. Even the stories left behind by their elders did not mention it.
The fire seed's aura emanated from the palace. It did not belong to any tribe, but it did not have the strong repulsion of an alien fire seed. Instead, it aroused people's admiration and respect for the fire seed. Those who still retained their tribal habits had the urge to kneel down and worship it.
At the gambling den, the gamblers had already forgotten about their bet. Abuli and the rest also turned their attention to the palace, trying to guess what had happened there. Could it be that something had changed? Did they need reinforcements? Should they call for reinforcements and rush in?
However, there were still people who remembered the bet. For example, the leader of the gambling den, Bo Yi.
Unlike his excitement and eagerness when he placed his bet, Bo Yi's face was deathly pale. Large beads of sweat dripped from his forehead and he didn't even bother to wipe them off. His eyes darted around rapidly. Those who knew him well knew that he was deep in thought. He was seriously calculating a large number of calculations.
Bo Yi was calculating the result of this bet. Similar to Yi Si's ability to predict things that had happened, were happening, or had yet to happen based on the changes in the environment and details, even though Bo Yi wasn't at Yi Si's level, generally speaking, based on what had happened, after careful consideration, he had a seventy percent chance of being correct.
However, every time Bo Yi calculated, the conclusion he came up with sent chills down his spine.
The first time the purple light appeared, he calculated that there was a 30% chance that Abuli would win. Although 30% was not much of an advantage, it was a blow to their confidence. This was the beginning of change.
The second time was when the purple light enveloped the palace. He calculated that there was a 50% chance that he would lose.
The third time was when the purple light spread to the streets of the Royal City. There was a 70% chance that Abuli would win.
Now, the purple light was still spreading. Bo Yi did not dare to calculate any further.
What should I do?
Bo Yi looked at the mountain of items on the table. Luckily, it was only 1: 5. If it was 1: 10, or 1: 100, how could he survive?
That's not right. 1: 5 is not a small amount. If he really lost everything in the gambling den … I can't take it lying down!
Bo Yi swallowed his saliva and pulled the person beside him back to reality. He lowered his voice and whispered a few words.
That person's expression changed, but he quickly recovered. Putting on a similar expression as the others, he quietly retreated. Every few steps he took, he would pause for a moment. His lips moved quickly, passing the words to the people there in a way that others couldn't hear. Then, he continued to retreat to the next place.
After that, the people in the gambling house who received the news began to move. There was no need for unnecessary eye contact as they had already begun to cooperate. Some were responsible for blocking the view, some were loudly speculating about the current situation to divert the attention of the people around them, and some were quietly moving the money on the gambling table.
Bo Yi had his eyes on the items the tribesmen had placed down at the beginning. For example, those bags of crystals. They probably didn't count how many there were in there, right? He wanted to use this opportunity to move some of the items out. If he was forced to pay up, he would at least have to pay less. He also thought about taking all the items and running away. But if he did that, his gambling den would be ruined and he would not be able to stay in the Royal City any longer.
Just as he was thinking about what to use to trick these tribesmen, Bo Yi heard a loud shout. "Someone's stealing from the table!"
Bo Yi almost vomited blood. Which bastard shouted that?!
He looked towards the direction of the shout but could only see the crowd. He could not find the person who had just shouted. However, the shout also alerted the people who had been looking at the palace.
"Stealing?!"
"Who's stealing?! Kill them! "The gamblers stared at the table.
"It's the gambling den, I saw it!" Someone in the crowd said.
Under the murderous gazes, Bo Yi braced himself and shouted back at the gamblers. "Bullshit, this is slander!"
Just as the gamblers were about to clash with the gambling den's people, a few figures flashed past. Each of them ran in a different direction. Some were in charge of covering while others were in charge of stealing the items on the table.
"The gambling den is stealing again!" A shrill voice shouted from the crowd.
"I want my items back!"
"I want them back too!"
Bo Yi was about to vomit blood. It really wasn't their people this time! Someone was causing trouble!
Whoosh —
This seemed to have opened a valve. Some of the spectators and gamblers who had been hiding their intentions began to spill out. Why not take some during the chaos? Just a little bit, then run away.
The items that Abuli and the others took out made many people greedy for them.
Faced with the crazy crowd, the gambling den's people guarding the tables could not hold them off. If this was in the past, they would be able to hold off the gamblers' attacks. But today, there were too many people coming out of the palace. With the addition of the surrounding gamblers, they could not hold them off! Plus, there were people who were skillfully breaking through the gambling den's defensive perimeter.
"Boss! We can't hold them off! "
The veins on Bo Yi's forehead were bulging. He took a few deep breaths and was about to say something when a tiger-like roar came from the crowd.
Roar —
A warrior from the Water Tiger tribe had tiger-like stripes all over his body. He opened his mouth three times bigger and let out a roar that caused visible ripples in the air.
Qing Yi from the Drumming tribe also had crocodile totemic tattoos on his body. He was no longer as gentle as before. Now, he was like a cold predator. A low rumbling sound came from his throat.
Yu and the others from the Pu tribe had brightly painted eyelids. Their frog-like croaks were not obvious in the crowd. But from the wooden spikes that came out of their fingers, it was clear that they were about to make their move.
"Those who took our things, don't let a single one of them go!"
When Abuli saw that the large crystal that he had bet on the gambling table had disappeared, he jumped up in anger. Then, his two large feet stomped on the ground quickly.
Those who were not familiar with the Drumming tribe would think that he was hopping mad. But those who were familiar with the Drumming tribe knew that those big feet had their uses.
On another street in the Royal City, some Ya tribesmen were squinting their eyes, trying their best to see their surroundings. Suddenly, their bodies froze and they fell to the ground at the same time.
The people around saw the short and fat guys lying on the ground and thought that they were going to dig a hole. Just as they were about to say something, the short and fat guys got up and called out to their companions, "Someone's stealing our things at the gambling den!"
When the others heard that, they picked up their weapons and ran towards the gambling den.
The people around them started talking. They heard what the short and fat guys said. Although they couldn't pronounce it correctly, they still understood the gist of it.
"Gambling den?"
"There's only one gambling den in the Royal City."
The few of them looked at each other, eager to watch the show.
"Let's go take a look!"
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