Tribes of old times.
There are twelve seats in the spacious tent, but most of them are empty at this time.
In the innermost center of the tent, a middle-aged man dressed in animal skins sat cross-legged on a futon.
Its name is Dijiang, the commander of the twelve ancestors of the Wu clan, and the one with the highest status in the Wu clan.
In front of him is a solid wood table that is about two meters long and half a meter wide. From time to time, the table will release a refreshing fragrance, lingering in the entire tent.
"It's unbelievable that you'll be back!"
Di Jiang, who had turned into a human body, looked blankly at the person standing in the hall. This person was missing limbs and arms, and the blood flowing from his body was not pure red.
"Why can't I come back, I belong here."
Although the man was seriously injured, his speech was still full of anger.
Facing the several ancestor witches in the hall, he did not show any timidity, and he did not avoid looking around at the people in the hall.
"Is there only four Ancestral Witches here? I thought I would come back, and at least seven of you will come."
"It's interesting, do we want to welcome you back with a big fanfare?"
With flames all over his body, Vulcan Zhu Rong slammed down the chair, and in an instant, a steaming heat wave spewed out of his body, and the temperature in the tent was several times higher.
"Zhu Rong, it's so hot!"
"Zhu Rong, hurry up and collect your magical powers."
The other two ancestors waved their hands, and immediately the space around the two seemed to be cut apart, and the heat wave in the tent could not pour into them within half a meter.
"Your hospitality is really special."
The people in the tent smiled, but they didn't take the heat released by Zhu Rong to heart.
"Look at his dead appearance, and the way he treats guests. He thinks he is a guest of our Wu clan." Zhu Rong stretched out his hand and looked at the other ancestral witches.
"The mouth is on him, who can control what he wants to say."
A low-pitched chirping like mosquitoes echoed in the tent, and the harsh vibration made the ancestors in the hall curse.
"Jumang, speak well!"
"Then who can you blame, Zhu Rong made this tent so hot, I hate it the most." The long-haired sentence mang swept the ends of his hair, and another particularly sharp voice came from the trembling space. came out.
Several ancestor witches in the tent complained to each other, and didn't care about the outsiders here.
Big brother Di Jiang could only sigh softly when he heard the words. He didn't bother to care about these guys, and said to the injured person in the center of the tent.
"You are also a rare visitor of the witch clan. Come on, Lich King, what exactly are you here for?"
"Come and report!"
The person who appeared in the witch tent in front of him was the Lich King who escaped from Zhou Wu.
He had never kept his word, but this time he really kept what he said, and after escaping, he went straight to the Wu clan in order to get revenge on Zhou Wu.
He was not so annoyed when the Queen of the Fox Clan and the Sifang Dian Bixuan seriously injured him before.
Zhou Wu really touched his bottom line, no matter what, he couldn't swallow this bad breath.
"Complaint?" Di Jiang raised his eyebrows, "It looks like you are here to ask us, it is rare for you to ask someone to do something, let's talk about what you want to sue."
"God Emperor Zhou Wu!"
As soon as the Lich King finished speaking, the other ancestor witches in the tent all closed their mouths, and looked at the Lich King either directly or obscurely.
Not long after, several of them looked at Di Jiang again.
Di Jiang also looked at each other and nodded lightly before speaking.
"Zhou Wu?" "It's him, this guy has fallen! It's not right to be a good god emperor, but he wants to be a corpse refiner. I have witnessed him sucking the death anger and blood qi of the world. Isn't this motherfucker robbing Lao Tzu? A job! You guys told me personally that there can only be one corpse refiner in this era, Lao Tzu
Lich King! Now Zhou Wu has also started to do my business, do you want to solve it for me? ' said the Lich King, staring.
"That's all?" Di Jiang replied indifferently.
"Is that not enough?"
The Lich King burst into tears, but when he looked around, he found that the other ancestors were indifferent, as if they didn't take this kind of thing to heart at all. "It's all because of you that Lao Tzu ended up in such a situation. I can't go back to the fox clan. My sister even thought I killed herself, and I hate it so much that my teeth are itchy. Not long ago, she gave me half a disability, I didn't dare fight back for fear of hurting him. You told me that I could revive me by refining my corpse to the extreme.
Brother-in-law, you also told me that only I can take this path in this era, and only I can resurrect my brother-in-law, so I choose to do this! Now that boy Zhou Wu is taking my job, you don't care? "
"We didn't say anything, just... We know what you said now!"
Di Jiang spread his hands helplessly and said, "We knew about Zhou Wu's situation half a month ago. Now that you tell us this, do you think we can be interested?"
The time of life and death of the era, the Wu clan could not be aloof.
From dispatching the ancestral witch to get in touch with Ye Chen, the emperor star, the Wu clan was already preparing for the confrontation between the era and the foreign god clan.
In the epoch, the territory of the Protoss naturally also has their Wuzu intelligence personnel.
As early as half a month ago, the Twelve Ancestral Witch Zhong Dingshou came back from Zhou Wu and reported the news to Di Jiang. After digesting the content for half a month, it is no surprise that the Lich King said it now.
"Then what are you waiting for!" shouted the Lich King. "Who said we were waiting, are you blind, can't you see that the ancestors and witches are almost gone?" The hot-tempered Zhu Rong snatched in front of Di Jiang and scolded, "Back then, I said that this kid is not this one. As expected, with the support of our Wu clan resources, the Five Elements Great Emperor has not been resurrected so far.
God knows what to say, the head is filled with paste! "
"Who are you scolding, dragon-snake hybrid product!"
"Little brat, I think you're looking for..."
Zhu Rong raised his hand, and a monstrous flame appeared in his palm, and the tent was also burned to coke by the flame in an instant.
The other Ancestral Witches sighed helplessly after seeing it, and tidied up their clothes and stepped back.
"Really hands-on!"
This time the Lich King was a little panicked. Seeing that the other ancestor witches didn't want to intervene, he hurriedly swallowed his saliva and shouted.
"Wait... I have other information!"
Di Jiang raised his hand when he heard the words, and Zhu Rong's fire palm never fell.
His eyes fell on the Lich King at the same time, and the Lich King could also feel that he could survive by relying on this information.
"Tell you, this news will definitely make you scared to death after listening to it. Zhou Wu is detached, and the person who made him detached is the god king of the alien gods!"
"No?" Di Jiang said.
"No!" The Lich King nodded subconsciously, and immediately he felt that something was wrong, "Eh, it's not... you..."
Di Jiang sighed in disappointment, and immediately looked at Zhu Rongdao. "Zhu Rong, let's do it!"