"Qin Molin, I always feel like I've forgotten something."
Walking in the territory of the orcs, Feng Xingying rubbed his head and looked at the man in front of him doubtfully.
She seemed to have had a dream, a very long dream, but this dream was not complete.
"When you arrived at the orc tribe, you seemed to have been cursed and fell into a coma. But it doesn't matter. I will help you find your missing memories. As long as we leave here and return to your companions and apprentices, they will all be there for you. I prove it."
Qin Molin took Feng Xingying's hand and followed her into his sea of memories.
It's just that Qin Molin's sea of memory started after his spiritual consciousness transformed, and it contains all of Feng Xingying's activities in Yunxi Continent.
Looking at these vague yet real memories, Feng Xingying no longer clings to the forgotten episode.
During this period, the great shaman came to see the queen three times, but no one was seen.
The fourth time he came, Feng Xingying and Qin Molin met the great shaman together.
"Great Shaman, do we know each other?" Feng Xingying stared at the Great Shaman's face covered with watercolor paintings, and automatically removed his makeup in his mind, restoring the appearance of the Great Shaman. He was very handsome! And he is very similar to Ji Jue.
But these three similarities don't explain anything. They are not that similar, and they may not even be the same clan.
"When I saw you, I knew you were not an orc, so I wanted to capture you for questioning and ask the queen to atone for your sins." The great shaman actually admitted his mistake to Feng Xingying.
Feng Xingying didn't remember that incident even after drinking the wine from the yellow chalice.
"It's all for the orcs. Our goals are the same. There's no need to mention the past." Feng Xingying waved his hand generously and let the matter go.
With the status of the Great Shaman in the Orc Clan, second only to their Holy King Qin Molin, Queen Feng Xingying really has no way to defeat the Great Shaman.
Feng Xingying looked at the great shaman and felt that the aura on his body was strange, but he couldn't explain why.
So Feng Xingying could only take the big shaman to eat together and chat with him.
"Since the Great Shaman is a human being, why does he paint such strange totems on his face?"
"Totem is a symbol of status." The great shaman smiled at Feng Xingying, his eyes full of piety:
"The orcs gave me a new life, and what I can repay them with is this ability. Great Shaman is a sacred profession blessed by the ancestors of the orcs, and I must repay it with the same piety."
Feng Xingying stared at the Great Shaman. A drop of golden god's blood was secretly forced into Feng Xingying's eyes. The golden light in her eyes suddenly shone on the Great Shaman in front of her.
Feng Xingying, the saint of the Divine Phoenix Tribe, has an exclusive magical skill - Divine Prediction!
The great shaman's face felt hot and painful after being photographed like this by Feng Xingying. He didn't dare to have any more contact with her and left in a hurry.
When the great shaman left, Feng Xingying also fainted.
This divine premonition technique of killing a thousand enemies and damaging herself by five hundred is really not fun. The stronger the opponent she encounters, the more powerful her backlash will be.
Qin Molin hugged Feng Xingying distressedly, using his own divine spiritual power to constantly warm and nourish Feng Xingying's muscles.
Feng Xingying slept for a day and night before waking up, and immediately left a prophecy:
"The great shaman of the orc tribe will become the magic attractor!"
The so-called demon leaders are sinners who lead demons into Yunxi Continent.
"Don't worry, I will find an opportunity to eradicate him!" Qin Molin's eyes flashed with a stern look.