Knowledge is endless.
The old wizard has become more emotional as he gets older.
He looked at Song Yang who was eating meat and felt how precious he was even more.
The old wizard said: "Song Yang, have you ever considered marrying Aigsa? She is the most beautiful flower in our tribe. She became a wizard just after she came of age. All the warriors in the tribe want to pursue her."
Song Yang said, "Old wizard, stop talking nonsense. You know I have to leave when the three-month deadline is up. There is less than a month left, so I have to prepare."
The old wizard sighed.
Song Yang refused to listen, which made him feel helpless.
Tick~!
A drop of rain dripped from the stone.
The transparent water droplets turned into the appearance of blood after the red sunlight penetrated through them.
"The sun is out!"
A tribal warrior on sentry shouted.
His shout was like a signal, setting the entire Kulong Mountain boiling.
"The rain has stopped! Great!~"
"I've been in the mountains for a month and I'm all moldy!"
"Let me get some sun! I miss that warm feeling!"
"That's a burning feeling! When has the sun ever been mild?"
…
The members of the Sharp Fang Tribe were talking about it.
The two red suns radiate intense heat energy when they rise.
The moisture on the surface of Kulong Mountain is rapidly evaporating.
But the floods on the earth cannot disappear in a short time.
When Song Yang and the old wizard walked out of Kulong Mountain, they saw two red suns hanging high in the sky.
The clouds disappeared and the rain stopped.
The flood rose to ten meters, overflowing the stone wall, swaying slightly on the edge of the cave mountain, making a rustling sound.
The red sunlight dyed the water surface a bright red.
The flood that covered the wasteland looked like blood.
The sun rose, marking the end of a month of rainy season.
Anda stood on the top of the cave mountain and roared twice like a gorilla. The sound could be heard far away, expressing his excitement.
The soldier on sentry shouted: "Look, what are those in the distance?"
Song Yang looked in the direction he pointed and saw a group of black heads floating in the water.
In the wilderness flood, more than a dozen warriors wearing bone decorations were paddling hard.
Their faces were pale and bloodless, and it was obvious that they had been swimming for a long time.
The cold water made their lips turn purple and their hands and feet tremble. One soldier twitched violently a few times, then dived into the water and never reappeared.
The remaining soldiers seemed not to see anything and continued swimming forward.
The sun in the sky brought warmth, but it only warmed their heads; their bodies were still cold and shivering.
Gulp gulp~
There were several consecutive sounds of water, and three more soldiers dived into the water and disappeared.
At this time, there were only seven left out of the more than ten soldiers.
The leading warrior was very strong.
When he waved his arms, the water would be pushed away, allowing him to move forward a certain distance.
At this time, there is still some distance from Kulong Mountain.
But even the strongest warriors could not hold on any longer.
His eyes were wide open, his hands and feet began to twitch, and he was about to follow in the footsteps of his companions.
Just as he was about to slip under the water, a rope loop caught him and pulled him up quickly.
The strong warrior tried hard to open his eyes and saw a warrior from the Sharp Fang Tribe standing on a strange platform, pulling hard at him.
The next moment he fell into coma.
The strong soldier fell on the gas valve, and the soldiers following him were also dragged up.
They were taken back to Kulong Mountain.