Book 1, Book 2, Chapter 268
Translator: Mr Voltaire Editor: Modlawls123 The woman replied, "In order to fight against the Dragon Clan's young master, our Witch Clan will soon hold a Magus Sacrifice. I wonder if such a terrifying person will be born in our Witch Clan."
Zhao Fu smiled and nodded, "I understand!"
The woman looked at Zhao Fu, "What? Don't tell me you're also participating in the Magus Sacrifice? "
Zhao Fu lightly smiled and replied, "En, I'm participating in the Witch Clan's Magus Sacrifice!"
The woman smiled and said in surprise, "I didn't think that you'd really be a Magus Son. There are many Magus Sons in our Witch Clan; I wonder what level you're at."
Zhao Fu asked curiously, "There are many? And there are levels? "
The woman nodded, "Every tribe will choose a Magus Son. Someone like you who obtained the legacy of a Witch Clan powerhouse will also become a Magus Son."
Zhao Fu smiled and said, "Then how do we determine the level?"
At that moment, an elderly woman walked in and said, "It depends on the Witch Seal within the Magus Son's body!"
Seeing the elderly woman walk in, the woman smiled and bowed respectfully, "Sorcerer!"
The elderly woman nodded and looked at Zhao Fu as she asked, "Who are you?"
The woman explained, "He's a Magus Son who obtained our Witch Clan's legacy. He wants a pass to go to the Witch Land to participate in the Magus Sacrifice."
The elderly woman looked at Zhao Fu and said, "If you want a pass, I can give it to you, but you have to tell me where you come from."
Zhao Fu frowned, "I'm also a Magus Son of the Witch Clan. Can't I have this identity?"
The elderly woman said seriously, "If it was before, it would have been possible, but now the situation is dire. Everyone who enters the Witch Land must have a pass."
Since Zhao Fu did not want to reveal his identity, he could only use other methods to obtain a pass.
Seeing how troubled Zhao Fu was, the woman said, "Sorcerer, he just saved a child who doesn't seem to be pregnant, and he's a Magus Son. Give him a pass!"
The Sorcerer thought about it and looked at Zhao Fu and said, "Alright! I can give you a pass, but I have a request. "
Zhao Fu asked, "What request?"
The shaman said, "The person beside me is the shaman son of our White Wolf Tribe, Lang Qing. I want to accompany you to the Witch Tribe's Holy Land."
Zhao Fu smiled and said, "No problem. Also, do you trust me that much?"
The Sorcerer calmly said, "Your strength shouldn't be weak. If you wanted to harm Lang Qing, you could have done so at any time; you wouldn't have waited until now. Since you saved the Sorcerer, I can see that you're not a bad person."
Zhao Fu smiled as he looked at Lang Qing and said, "I indeed didn't have any intentions of harming her."
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Zhao Fu lightly laughed and did not say anything.
The elderly woman took out a command medallion with a wolf engraved on it and handed it to Zhao Fu. "This is the White Wolf Tribe's command medallion. If you go to other Tribes, you just need to take out this command medallion and you won't be stopped."
Zhao Fu took the token and said with a smile, "Many thanks!"
The old woman said, "I'll have to trouble you to go out for a while. I have something to say to Lang Qing."
Zhao Fu nodded and left the tent.
Watching Zhao Fu leave, Lang Qing asked curiously, "Why did the Wizard want me to go with him? I was going to bring a few of my friends to the Witch Tribe's Holy Land. "
The Sorcerer said seriously, "He's very strong. I'm worried that you'll encounter some danger when you go to the Sorcerer Tribe's Holy Land. You'll be safer with him."
When Lang Qing heard that, he did not speak anymore.
The Wizard continued, "This time, Maguspriest, don't let our tribe down. Try your best to get a good ranking, so that our White Wolf Tribe can have a good reputation."
Lang Qing smiled and nodded. "Wizard, don't worry. I will do my best."
The Shaman revealed a smile and handed a palm-sized white wolf statue to Lang Qing. "This is the white wolf spirit of our White Wolf Tribe. It will be of great use to you if you accept it."
Lang Qing nodded with a smile and accepted the white wolf statue.
Following that, Lang Qing walked out of the tent and looked at Zhao Fu outside. He said with a smile, "You continue to wait here. I'll go find my friends and go to the Witch Tribe's Holy Land together."
Zhao Fu lightly nodded in agreement.
After about an hour and a half, Lang Qing brought two men and three women towards Zhao Fu. One of the men had a strong figure and was called Lang Ye. The other was handsome and was called Lang Wu Li.
Among the three women, the one with a hot figure was called Lang Lulu, the one with a gloomy temperament was called Lang Xia, and the one with a gentle temperament was called Lang Yueqing.
Lang Wu Li looked at Zhao Fu and said with a smile, "Do you still want to bring him along? I don't think he's that strong. "
Lang Qing said, "That's what the Wizard said. I originally wanted to go with you guys."
Lang Lulu said with interest. "He looks very mysterious with his cloak. I wonder what he looks like."
Lang Yueqing said with a smile, "Since the Wizard said to bring him along, then let's bring him along!"
Lang Qing brought a few people over to Zhao Fu and smiled as he introduced them and asked, "How should I address you?"
Zhao Fu replied, "You can just call me Wu Ling!"
Lang Qing smiled as he replied, "Mm, do you have anything to prepare? If not, let's set off now!"
Zhao Fu smiled as he nodded.
The group left the Tribe together, and they chatted as they walked. Zhao Fu walked at the back by himself and did not blend in with them. After all, Zhao Fu was an outsider.
Zhao Fu was not interested in chatting, and he could slowly comprehend the bloodline that he had fused with.
"Roar!"
A massive roar sounded out as a massive wild boar rushed out and looked at the group with a savage gaze before giving off a ferocious aura and rushing over.
Just as the others were about to attack, Lang Qing smiled and said, "Leave it to me; I want to try out the White Wolf Spirit I obtained!"
Lang Qing stretched out a hand and a white light shot out as a massive snow-white wolf appeared in front of the group. Its fur was very soft, and it had an elegant and noble figure and a sharp gaze.
When the wild boar saw the White Wolf Spirit appear, it immediately felt a sense of fear and turned around to flee.
The White Wolf lightly leapt to the wild boar's side and slapped the wild boar to the ground with its paw, killing the wild boar.
Lang Xian smiled as he said, "The White Wolf Spirit is so powerful; it's too easy to deal with wild beasts with such strength."
Lang Qing stretched out his hand in satisfaction, and the White Wolf turned into a ray of light and flew into Lang Qing's arm.
The White Wolf Spirit was the White Wolf Statue. It could fuse with the body of the Sorcerer Tribe. It was not a physical body, but a Battle Spirit Body. The Sorcerer Tribe became a Beast Spirit. Every Sorcerer Tribe member had one or more Beast Spirits.
When Beast Spirits fused with people from the Sorcerer Race, they would become a part of the Sorcerer Race's body and would become stronger along with the Sorcerer Race. They would also have some of the Sorcerer Race's attributes and abilities. Beast Spirits would not die, and if they were heavily injured, the people from the Sorcerer Race would also be affected.
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