When the clansmen dressed in costumes passed through the raging fire and walked into the middle of the ring intact, they held up the ancient knife in their hands. It was a scimitar made of animal bones, and it looked hideous under the firelight. The people around the bonfire had pious and solemn expressions on their faces.
Kron and other Asa people who came out of the tent joined the crowd and stood around the campfire. They also put on their costumes long ago, and they also had bone knives hanging from their waists.
There was a torch on the dais, and Asa stepped up to the dais and raised the torch.
"The outcasts are wandering in the wind and sand of Kaledroma." Asa said in a low voice, everyone fell silent, the fire was burning and crackling, "Our ancestors and our fathers, uphold the The will of the warrior was buried in the scorching sun of Klazhuoma."
The voice of the aged Buyik wizard was low.
The tribe listened quietly to Asa's story about the tribe's past.
Hundreds of years of wandering and searching, the tired soul with a bamboo hat trekking in the sand and dust, the camel bells crossing the entire Keladroma, leaving the imprint of the ancient nation on the Gobi Desert...
The gray-haired Asa told the story on the high platform, and the unconscious Amu curled up in the tent, with a painful expression on his face. She grabbed the animal skin pad, and some strange patterns appeared on her face.
"The majesty of Namu is like the sun shining on Kla Zhuoma, and the scorching sun will never stop. The people of Namu will eventually return to their homeland!"
Asa raised the torch in his hand high, and the flames roared in the wind. His voice penetrated the campfire and the night wind.
"Zi Ming of Namu will eventually return to his hometown!"
The well-dressed Buyeks raised their bone knives high and shouted loudly.
With boundless and fateful shouts, they entrenched on the bonfire in the ring, and the burning fire jumped up in the wave of sound with a "huh", the flames rolled several feet, and the original bonfire ignited It became a wall of fire, and the red flames swirled like a wild dance, enveloping every Buyek who was holding a bone knife.
They knelt down, put the bone knife on the ground, and kowtowed heavily towards the bone knife.
One click, one click, another click.
The flames wrapped everyone's body, but they didn't burn them. They were obviously just ordinary mortals, but they were safe and sound in the fire at this time.
Agni fire, bone knife, kowtow.
The fire spread to the high platform in the middle of the ring, and vines climbed up the high platform. Standing on the high platform, Asa was wrapped in flames. When the clansmen kowtowed to the bone knife, he recited the long and difficult, the Buyek clan passed down from generation to generation. long poem.
On the windy and sandy Kla Zhuoma, countless secrets are hidden in these long poems passed down from generation to generation.
As Asa recited, the flames spread from the original circular fire, spreading across the sand like a long snake. The flames crawled towards a rocky mountain facing the campsite—it was a huge rocky mountain that looked like a strange beast from a distance.
Nine bows and nine kowtows, the Buyik people in costumes stood up, holding bone knives in both hands, facing the direction where the flames were crawling, and facing the rocky mountain that resembled a strange beast, together with Asa, they recited Kla Zhuoma A long poem that has been circulating in the Great Desert for a long time.
The entire campsite was bright as day.
The flames spread to the rocky mountain, and several giant snakes climbed up, and finally gathered on the top of the mountain, circling and dividing into two places.
On the tall rocky mountain, the flames slowly gathered and circulated, finally forming the shape of a pair of closed eyes.
Asa closed his eyes and recited in a deep voice, the bone chain on his wrist was turning.
As he turned the bone chain on his wrist, Amu in the tent sat up slowly like a marionette, and the patterns on his face moved and gathered around his eyes like flames climbing on a rocky mountain.
In the flames, Asa shouted out the last line of the long poem, his voice was already hoarse.
Amu in the tent opened his eyes, and the depths of those exotic eyes seemed to be lit with flames.
"The fire of Namu will burn time, and the will of Namu will come from ancient times, and bring down the supreme honor."
The hoarse sound was accompanied by the rising flames, and the eyes of the flames on the rocky mountain suddenly opened.
The moment Huoyan opened his eyes, there was a rumbling sound like thunder from the depths of the rock like a strange beast crawling on the ground. There is an ancient force flowing in the blood.
The recovery of that kind of power is only in a flash, and the next moment is accompanied by the sound of air vibration, the bonfire is extinguished, the flame disappears, the eyes on the rock disappear again, and the power is silent.
But all the Buyek people still burst into tears.
The old man in the clan fell to his knees, crying: "Nam... Nam did not abandon his people, the glory of the Buyik clan..."
The tribe that has wandered in the desert for hundreds of years, faced countless sandstorms and countless hungry wolves, and lived like a wild beast, is crying like a child at this moment.
One by one, these exiles in the desert slowly knelt down on the ground, muttering words that they didn't know the meaning of.
When the bonfire was extinguished and the clansmen knelt down, Amu, who was alone in the tent, closed his eyes and fell backward unconsciously.
Asa stood on the high platform, turning the bone chain in his hand.
He silently looked at the devout clansman, his hair white as snow.
In another part of the Buyik camp, Baili Shu and Ye Qiusheng were in the tent.
Ye Qiusheng was no longer lying down, he was sitting cross-legged in the tent, with a knife across his knees, his face was solemn, and there was cold sweat on his forehead. They could hear the Buyik chanting and shouting clearly in the tent, but Ye Qiusheng didn't go out to check. It wasn't following Kron's orders.
When the flame turned into a wall of fire, even though there was a tent blocking it, the fire still shone brightly inside the tent. At that time, he wanted to go out to check, and Baili said so.
"Don't go out."
Baili Shu stopped him softly.
Ye Qiusheng turned his head to look at him, the fire that penetrated through illuminated Bailishu's side face, and a bright warm yellow glowed around the outline.
"The fire of red flame."
—But seeing the fire of red flames rising from the abyss, the sky and the earth, and Namu, who ruled the kingdom of death, was born in the red flames.
Bailishu was thinking about this line in the long poem narrated by Kelat Zhuoma, thinking deeply.
Just as Ye Qiusheng was about to ask about "The Flame of Red Flame", the light in the tent grew brighter, he was slightly suffocated, and an indescribable ancient coercion spread from the direction of the open space outside the tent.
The stagnant pressure like a tide made Ye Qiu angry and blood surge up, and the situation where the true qi was blocked and unable to circulate, the true qi in his body was disordered, almost causing him to spit out a mouthful of blood directly.
Hell, the Buyiks are just a group of ordinary people, how did they make such a noise
Holding the ancient blade, Ye Qiusheng turned his head and looked out of the tent, only to see the magma-like brightness flowing past the tent, and as the magma-like brightness traveled outside the tent, the invisible pressure became more and more intense. The heavier it is, the tighter the chest.
Just when Ye Qiusheng held the ancient blade and wanted to use his own blood to forcibly awaken some snake spirits in the ancient blade to share it, the pressure on his body suddenly disappeared, and a familiar aura appeared in the tent.
Baili Shu took out his Golden Crow Longbow.
The longbow emitted a faint golden light, which blocked the coercion for them.
"Buyks..."
Baili Shu sat up, his face was a little pale, and he also stared outside the tent.
It's just that the direction he was looking at didn't seem to be the long river of flames flowing outside the tent.
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"General! Look there."
When the bonfire turned into a city wall, in the Bomu Fort on the edge of the ghost town, a small soldier guarding the city said to the general who was patrolling the city wall in astonishment.
He pointed in the direction of the ghost city, with a look of astonishment and fear on his face.
The soldier is a native of Klazhuoma who has been recruited and has a natural fear of ghost towns.
Looking in the direction of his fingers, the young general in armor frowned.
I saw a fire in the direction of the ghost town. The night was dark and the fire was very obvious, but the ghost town is not close to here, and there are many tall rocks and mounds in the ghost town. What kind of fire can burn even here? can see
"General Chen."
Just when the young general was hesitating, a voice sounded.
A person wearing a black robe and an iron mask also appeared on the wall at some point. The voice of this person was very strange, it was difficult to distinguish between men and women, and there was a coldness that made one's skin crawl. Seeing this person, the young general had a look of disgust clearly across his face.
The garrison general of Bomburg said with a half-smile: "It turns out that Mr. Yan is not asleep either, so I don't know what to ask for advice?"
The tone of the young general's speech was a little strange.
He didn't speak rough like ordinary military officers, but he was polite like civil servants. The accent has the tone of the capital of Beijing and Tang Dynasty.
The man in the iron mask known as "Mr. Yan" didn't seem to hear the disgust in the young general's words, and he was still unhurried, speaking in a cold, strange tone: "The red fire in the ghost city was killed by people. Ignite it, please work hard for the general, bring the army and follow me."
"presumptuous!"
That little soldier had never met Mr. Yan, and he didn't know who he was or what his identity was, but this little soldier was rescued by the general when he saw him being besieged by sand wolves when he was out. Hearing that someone ordered the general right now, he spoke contemptuously and couldn't help but speak out.
It's just that as soon as he spoke, the remaining half got stuck in his throat.
The man with the mask turned his head, his eyes flickered behind the mask, and black flames rose from the soldier's body. The little soldier was reduced to ashes before the doctor could even scream.
"you!"
The young general was furious, and the saber at his waist came out of its sheath.
But it only came out less than an inch, and it couldn't be pulled out again.
"General, please transfer troops." Mr. Yan said quietly.
Mr. Yan left, and the young general slammed his fist on the wall: "Appointing a demon is the disaster of Jin Tang!"