The Magus Era

Chapter 138: Power struggle

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The grand festival is destined to become the hottest topic among the people of the Golden Crow tribe in the next few years.

In addition to Ji Hao, who received special gifts from the ancestral spirits, there were nearly a hundred underage children who received the favor of the ancestral spirits during the ceremony. Like Ji Hao that day, these children also had dozens of Golden Crow veins in their bodies.

If you have more connections, you will have more heritage, you will have more strength in the future, and you will have greater hope of becoming a great witch or even a witch king.

Nearly a hundred tribesmen received the kindness of their ancestral spirits at the same time. This kind of scene has not been staged for thousands of years. Many old people in the Jinwu tribe were so excited that tears filled their eyes. After the ceremony, the tribesmen in the Jinwuling Holy Land even caroused all night long. All the drinks in the tribe were Stock up and drink it all overnight.

The tribesmen were reveling in the carnival, but in the secret realm of Mulberry Forest, tensions were rising in the meeting hall of the Golden Crow Tribe, and the atmosphere was so stiff that it was almost frozen.

All the doors and windows of the wooden hall were opened, and the four golden crow bones simultaneously emitted shining golden light to illuminate the void. The light in the hall was bright, and every particle of dust in the air could be seen clearly. The elders and shaman priests in the Jishu tribe could also be seen clearly. beads of sweat on.

Ji Hao sat quietly next to Ji Kui, the great witch priest. He picked up the wine bowl with his left hand to drink, and grabbed the beast's leg with his right hand to eat the meat. He filled his stomach with the beast's meat at the level of a small witch one by one, but it only made his body slightly tired. Warmth.

Ji Ba, the great shaman of the Jishu tribe, stood by the fire pit, dancing and screaming: "To live, you want to see living people; to die, you want to see corpses! The great shaman, the warrior leader of our Golden Crow tribe, and his Immediate family members are all missing, don’t you care about this matter?”

Ji Kui took a deep breath and played with an exquisite jade knife that was filled with blood.

Ji Hao brought back nearly a hundred inherited witchcraft treasures of the Golden Crow Tribe from the Black Water Black Snake Tribe. This jade sword was the great sacrificial treasure of the Great Witch Sacrifice that was lost after the Great Witch Sacrifice of the Golden Crow Tribe was assassinated three thousand years ago. Ji Kui took it for granted. He inherited this jade sword and was able to exert some of its power in just two days.

For countless years, this jade sword has killed countless sacrifices, and it contains endless ferocious blood.

The blood light kept flickering, and Ji Kui, who was originally quite kind, became a bit sinister and cruel under the blood light, which made people shudder. Just like Ji Ba who was screaming loudly, although he was shouting hard, he didn't even dare to raise his head to look at Ji Kui.

"Of course I have to take care of it!" Ji Kui said coldly: "Ji Shu and his immediate family members are gone? This matter must be investigated to the end. It is about Ji Shu colluding with foreign tribes and selling the people of the Southern Wilderness tribe for money. We must investigate the slave matter carefully."

The jade knife in his hand suddenly released a bloody light, and Ji Kui said sternly: "No matter who is involved, colluding with foreign evil spirits... Even if it is the elders of the tribe or the shaman priest, if it is really related to these things, they will all be punished. die!"

Ji Ba and the other witch priests and elders shrank at the same time. They were high-ranking figures in their own tribe, but this was the Holy Land of Jinwu Ridge, and Ji Kui was the great shaman priest of the entire Jinwu Tribe. He was highly respected and powerful. , if the disappearance of Ji Shu's family was not so shocking, how could they have the courage to question Ji Kui

"It is impossible for Ji Shu to collude with foreign evil spirits and sell the people of the Southern Wilderness." An elder of the Ji Shu tribe laughed dryly: "We all grew up watching Ji Shu, this baby has always been..."

Ji Hao threw down the wine bowl. The clay wine bowl shattered on the ground, and a crisp sound interrupted the elder's words.

The shamans and elders of the Ji Shu tribe raised their heads angrily. Ji Ba pointed at Ji Hao and shouted sternly: "Ji Hao, where is this place? Do you dare to act recklessly here? Who do you think you are? Who gave you the courage? ?”

Ji Hao pulled up the hem of Ji Kui's clothes and wiped his greasy palms cleanly on Ji Kui's body, just like he had done in the past few years. Looking at his clean palms, Ji Hao said calmly: "What I hate the most are those idiots who have made mistakes, but still refuse to admit it, and continue to mess around and fight for more benefits."

Ji Ba was so angry that he was trembling all over. He pointed at Ji Hao and yelled: "You little bastard, how dare you insult your elders here?"

Ji Hao took out a red token with flames all over it and slapped it heavily on the ground.

A majestic aura spread from the token. Jiba and the elders and shaman priests of the Jishu tribe closed their mouths at the same time, looking at the token blankly and with a bit of horror. The token was beautifully shaped, and there was a statue of a god wrapped in flames on the token. As long as they were elders with enough status in the Southern Wilderness tribe, all elders would recognize this statue.

Ji Ba's voice immediately dropped an octave, and he smiled dryly: "Ji Hao, where did you get this token? Haha, haha, grandpa, this is the second time in my life that I have seen this token. Where is the token? You...couldn’t you have made a fake to deceive people?”

Ji Hao was too lazy to talk to Ji Ba. He said calmly: "There are some things. I have been busy in the past two days to welcome the return of the Golden Crow Spiritual Bones and the ancestor worship ceremony, so I haven't had time to inform you all."

Looking at Ji Ba and others coldly, Ji Hao said coldly: "This time our Golden Crow Tribe can restore our clan name, force the Black Water Black Snake Tribe to admit defeat, and completely win this war, not by relying on ourselves. The power is due to the Zhurong Divine Clan’s Prince Tonggong personally leading a Zhurong Divine Army to help.”

"You old guys don't need to know the cause and effect of the matter. You just need to know the result."

"From today on, our Golden Crow tribe is a tribe directly under the jurisdiction of Prince Zhu Rongtonggong. My father, Ji Xia, will be the warrior leader of the Golden Crow tribe. At the same time... he will also be the Golden Crow general guarding the northern border of Zhu Rong Kingdom. Unless you I want to challenge the position of Prince Tong Gong, otherwise I won’t be able to dislodge my father from the position of warrior leader in the future.”

"Of course, you don't have a chance either!" Ji Hao looked at Ji Ba and the others who were sweating profusely with malice. These guys had just arrived at Jinwu Ridge from the Ji Shu tribe and were completely unaware of the changes in the past few days. , and even less aware of the horrifying inside story hidden in it.

"Your tribe is no longer an independent tribe. All tribesmen are merged into Jinwu Ridge and are directly under the jurisdiction of Jinwu Ridge. You elders and witch priests... Congratulations, you are honored to be selected into the Zhurong Kingdom as servants. Go It is a great honor to serve Prince Zhu Rongtonggong!"

"I have the final say on the territory that your tribe currently occupies, and it will be divided among the Qingyi Tribe, which has made great contributions! Well, let's make this a happy decision!"

Ji Hao smiled brightly, with two rows of big white teeth shining brightly under the light of the Golden Crow.

Ji Ba and others' vision went dark, and they fell to the ground at the same time, a mouthful of old blood spurted out seven to eight feet away.

(End of chapter)