Chapter 498
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Strange flames leaped.
A shaman priest wearing a bone mask picked up some black powder and sprinkled it into the flames. The rising flames instantly exploded, and countless scenes could be vaguely seen inside. A special power shrouded here, and some existence in the earth seemed to be awakened. This power awakened with the ancient prayer, and then gradually integrated into the body of the old shaman. Soon, he trembled and closed his eyes, as if he was connecting with some kind of existence.
"Danger! … Don't provoke the enemy! … Outsiders! … Very dangerous! … "
A vague message sounded in his mind. The old shaman trembled and stopped. Then he slowly opened his eyes and said, "The ancestral spirit has given me an oracle! … "
"Don't provoke those outsiders, be careful of them!"
In front of the shaman was a totem pole. It was different from the indigenous people that Søren destroyed. The spirit here was not so crazy and evil, and it even had a certain wisdom. When it was awakened, the aura it emitted was not kind, but it was not so evil either. It was more like a neutral power.
There was silence in front of him.
In front of the old shaman was a group of indigenous leaders. They were the most powerful warriors in the tribe, but at this moment, there was a trace of fear on their faces.
The tribe that had been fighting for a long time suddenly disappeared.
Such a thing could not be hidden from the indigenous people living here. But when they knew that their opponents were really destroyed, they did not feel ecstasy, but deep fear.
It was just one night!
The enemy tribe that they had been fighting for hundreds of years was destroyed just like that. Even the evil god they served was not spared.
Terrifying. Dangerous. Fearful.
After learning this news, the oldest shaman immediately decided to awaken the ancestral spirit and asked it to guide the tribe. He hoped to know what happened to these outsiders from the ancestral spirit. Such a thing was too terrifying. If these outsiders could wipe out their enemies in one night, they could probably wipe them out in one night as well. In the face of such a major event of the survival of the tribe, even the oldest shaman did not know what to do. So they could only pray to the ancestral spirit for help.
But.
The Ancestral Spirit had given them very little information, and there was even a piece of information that he hadn't told his own people.
That is.
The ancestral spirits told him that the enemy was very powerful and dangerous. If there was a conflict, even the ancestral spirits would not be able to defeat the terrifying outsider. The best way was to move the entire tribe to another island.
That way, they could avoid the calamity of extermination!
The ancestral souls were filled with wisdom.
The old Shaman priest was convinced of this! This was because the souls of the ancestors they served were definitely not the evil gods of the enemy tribes!
There was a huge gap between the two in essence.
The inheritance of the ancestral spirit made them more rational. Although this tribe wasn't as strong as the one Søren faced, it was much more civilized. They had better defensive facilities, specialized blacksmiths to forge weapons and equipment, and had even tried to tame the velociraptors of Treasure Island. Therefore, even if the ancestral spirits could not bestow upon them the power to make their warriors go berserk, they still fought against their enemies for hundreds of years, and gradually strengthened their tribe.
Right now.
A difficult choice was placed in front of them.
That was the appearance of the terrifying outsiders. What should they do in the future?
Leaving their home was tantamount to giving up everything here. They had to start anew in an unknown and dangerous environment. The price they had to pay was quite heavy. That was why the old shaman didn't tell the others. If he told them this, the tribe would soon be in panic. Now, the only thing they could do was to wait and hope that these outsiders would not attack them.
The old shaman looked into the distance.
He heard the children playing in the tribe, and the women scolding and reprimanding. These poor people didn't know that an unprecedented disaster was about to come.
The survival of the entire tribe was seriously threatened!
…
The village was busy.
Relying on his memory, Søren quickly found the approximate location of the gold mine. But even if he took it, he couldn't immediately mine it.
Søren needed to mobilize manpower and tools, and he had to do it secretly. Because until now, many of his men didn't know what was on this island. They only thought that they were here to rob the aborigines. This matter had to be handed over to his trusted men. Søren asked the one-eyed man to personally go to the south coast to mobilize manpower. It would be best if he could directly bring back some people who were proficient in mining. Søren didn't care about the specific methods used. He only cared about the manpower and tools he saw during the mission time.
The aborigines were quite poor.
Apart from the gold and silver mines here, there was basically nothing that could be taken out.
Even the most powerful shaman didn't have many rare grade equipment. The level of their civilization was too low, and they only inherited part of the knowledge of voodoo.
Almost a week had passed.
Søren needed a lot of time to go back and forth. He couldn't stay on the treasure island for too long, so a lot of things had to be done at once.
Unfortunately, the half-elf first mate had to stay on Raging Sand Island.
Otherwise, with him there, Soran could have just left everything to him because the half-elf first mate was still very capable of doing things.
The first batch of captives had been sent away.
Søren asked the aborigines to renovate the village, and then ordered the materials on the warship to be transported down.
Half of the people went back.
Half of the people stayed here.
Søren spent three days to leave a teleportation mark here, so that if there was an emergency in the future, he could directly use teleportation to support.
When the third batch of slaves was also transported away.
Søren finally finished everything here and was ready to return to Port Mordor first.
Nearly a thousand people were left on the treasure island, as well as about two thousand indigenous captives. When the one-eyed man came back, other pirates would be transferred to guard. These elites couldn't be left in this place.
Time ticked by and it was June.
There was only about half a year left before the outbreak of the Avatar Crisis. Søren didn't know what the current situation of Autumnfall was. The biggest inconvenience overseas was the information congestion. Port Mordor could still rely on the prosperous trade to collect a lot of information, but it was completely impossible on the treasure island. Now the situation on the mainland was constantly changing. Søren couldn't stay here for too long.
So.
The next day after dealing with many affairs, Søren decided to return to Port Mordor in person.
Next.
This was the most important thing that would determine his future destiny!
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