It was a tribe from the old era.
There were 12 chairs placed neatly in the spacious tent, but most of them were empty.
A middle-aged man dressed in animal skin sat cross-legged on a cattail hassock in the center of the tent.
His name was Dijiang, the commander of the 12 Ancestral Sorcerer Shaman and the highest-ranking person in the tribe.
There was a solid wooden table about two meters long and half a meter wide in front of him. From time to time, the table would release a refreshing fragrance that lingered in the tent.
"I can't believe you're back!"
In human form, Dijiang looked at the man standing in the hall expressionlessly. The man was missing an arm and the blood that flowed from his body was not pure red.
"Why can't I come back? I belong here."
Although the man was heavily injured, he still spoke with energy.
He did not show any fear in the face of the Ancestral Sorcerers in the hall. He looked at the people in the hall without avoiding them.
"Only four Ancestral Sorcerers? I thought there would be at least seven of you when I came back."
"Interesting. Do we have to welcome you with great fanfare when you come back?"
Fire God Zhurong, who was burning with flames, slammed the chair. In an instant, heat waves surged out of his body, raising the temperature in the tent by several times.
"Zhurong, it's so hot!"
"Zhurong, quickly retract your powers."
The other two Ancestral Sorcerers waved their hands, and the space around them seemed to be cut apart. The heat waves in the tent could no longer surge within half a meter of them.
"The way you treat your guests is really special."
The people in the tent laughed, but they did not take Zhurong's heat to heart.
"Look at him. Hospitality? He thinks he's an important guest of our tribe." Zhurong extended his hand and looked at the other Ancestral Sorcerers.
"His mouth is on his body. Who can stop him from saying what he wants to say?"
A low buzzing that sounded like a mosquito reverberated in the tent. The ear-piercing vibration made the Ancestral Sorcerers in the hall curse.
"Goumang, speak properly!"
"Who else can you blame? Zhurong made this tent so hot. I hate heat the most." Goumang, who had long hair, combed the ends of his hair. Another especially sharp voice came from the vibrating space.
The Ancestral Sorcerers in the tent were complaining to each other, completely ignoring the outsiders.
Big Brother Dijiang could only sigh softly. He couldn't be bothered with these guys and said to the injured man in the middle of the tent.
"You are a rare guest of the Witch Tribe. Tell me, Lich King, what are you here for?"
"Here to complain!"
The person who appeared in the Sorcerer Tribe's tent was the Lich King who had escaped from Zhou Wu.
He had never kept his word, but this time, he really kept his word. After he escaped, he went straight to the Shaman Tribe to take revenge on Zhou Wu.
Previously, when the Fox Empress and the Four Directions Palace Suanni severely injured him, he wasn't this angry.
Zhou Wu had really touched his bottom line. No matter what, he could not swallow this resentment.
"Complain?" Dijiang raised his eyebrows. "Looks like you're here to ask us for help. It's rare for you to ask for help. Tell us what you want to sue us for."
"God Emperor Zhou Wu!"
As soon as the Lich King finished speaking, the other Ancestral Sorcerers in the tent shut their mouths in unison. They either looked at the Lich King directly or obscurely.
Not long after, they all looked at Dijiang again.
Dijiang exchanged a glance with them and nodded lightly before speaking.
"Zhou Wu?" "That's him. This guy has fallen! He could have been a God Emperor, but he chose to become a Corpse Refiner. I saw him absorb the death aura, resentment, and blood aura of heaven and earth with my own eyes. Isn't he f * cking stealing my job? You told me personally that there can only be one Corpse Refiner in this era, and that's me!
Lich King! Now that Zhou Wu is in my line of work, shouldn't you take care of him for me? "the Lich King said, glaring.
"That's all?" Dijiang replied calmly.
"Isn't that enough?"
The Lich King roared hoarsely. However, when he looked around, he realized that the other Ancestral Sorcerers were all indifferent, as if they didn't care about this at all. "It's all your fault that I'm in this situation. I can't return to the Fox Clan, and my sister thinks I killed myself. She hates me so much that my teeth itch. Not long ago, she beat me until I was half-crippled. I didn't even dare fight back for fear of hurting her. It was you who told me that refining corpses to the extreme could resurrect me!
Brother-in-law, you even told me that I was the only one in this era who could walk this path, and that only I could resurrect my brother-in-law. That's why I chose this line of work! Now that brat Zhou Wu is stealing my job, aren't you going to do anything about it? "
"We didn't say we weren't going to do anything, it's just that …. We already know everything you're saying!"
Dijiang shrugged helplessly. "We found out about Zhou Wu's situation half a month ago. Do you think we'll be interested in what you're telling us now?"
The era was on the brink of life and death, and even the Shamans couldn't stay out of it.
From the moment they sent the Shaman Ancestors to get in touch with Ye Zichen's Emperor Star, the Shamans had been preparing for their clash with the Outsiders.
Naturally, the Shamans had intelligence agents in the God Realm's territories.
Half a month ago, Rushou of the Twelve Shaman Ancestors returned from Zhou Wu's place and reported this to Dijiang. They'd already digested this information for half a month, so the Lich King naturally wasn't surprised to hear it again.
"Then what are you waiting for?" shouted the Lich King. "Who said we were waiting? Are you blind? Can't you see that most of the Shaman Ancestors have already left?" Zhurong, with a fiery temper, shouted before Dijiang could. "Back then, I told you this kid wasn't cut out for this. Even with the support of our Shaman Race's resources, he still hasn't resurrected the Five Elements Great Emperor. Heavens!
All he knows is how to brag! Is his brain full of glue? "
"Who are you cursing? You're a hybrid of a dragon and a snake!"
"Little brat, I think you're looking for …."
Zhurong raised his hand, and towering flames appeared in his palm. In the blink of an eye, the tent was burnt to a crisp.
When the other Shaman Ancestors saw this, they sighed helplessly, straightened their clothes, and retreated.
"He's really attacking!"
This time, the Lich King panicked. When he saw that the other Shaman Ancestors had no intention of intervening, he gulped and shouted, "Wait a moment ….
"Wait … I have other information!"
Dijiang raised his hand, but Zhurong's fiery palm didn't fall.
At the same time, his gaze fell upon the Lich King. The Lich King could sense that his survival depended on this piece of information.
"I'm telling you, this piece of information will absolutely frighten you to death. Zhou Wu transcended, and the one who helped him transcend was a God King of the Outsiders! "
"That's it?" asked Dijiang.
"That's it!" The Lich King nodded instinctively, then sensed that something was wrong. "Hey, it can't be …. You …."
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