Chapter 17. You'd Better Only Have Ideas About M.
There was a small piece of flesh in the box. It seed to have been frozen and torn off by a sharp object.
In the cold season, in the sub-zero temperature, there were often people whose ears were numb from the cold, and they would not even realize that their ears had fallen off. It was almost the sa logic.
Even though it had been at least half a day since the village's people had been taken away, the piece of skin still showed no signs of lting.
Carly's face turned serious. She picked up the at and sniffed it.
It's indeed the sll of the White Spirit Tribe's sorcery.
She stopped talking and frowned.
Although the barbarians were a chaotic primitive civilization, a powerful country had been born among them. At that ti, they had even established the 'Red Mist Empire', trying to break out of the red earth grasslands, take the long ears for themselves, and turn human beings into livestock for them to graze.
They ford a powerful army called the "Red Mist Army". Each soldier was a murderer who had taken hundreds of lives. They were compelled by the burning fighting spirit and could not rest for a mont. Thus, their fighting spirit was always high.
Once this Army was ford, they marched north with great montum towards the Elven Kingdom.
However, as soon as they took a step out of the red earth grasslands, they were detected by the chief mage of Fellinwood Kingdom. So, this level 85 mage, together with his 300 apprentices and the Mage Tower set up in the capital, jointly conjured a forbidden spell comparable to a nuclear bomb and threw it over the head of the army.
Then, the world was annihilated.
One-fifth of the arrogant Red Mist Army died in battle at their doorstep, and most of the remaining suffered from PTSD from the powerful nuclear bomb. The Red Mist Empire fell apart.
In the ruins of the Red Mist Empire, the Whit Spirit, Blood, and Gangrene tribes were born. Other than the Blood Tribe, which was the remaining royal family of the Red Mist Empire, the other two were ruling tribes.
These three self-proclaid royal tribes enslaved the other tribes on the grasslands, but at the sa ti, they were also the ones who set the rules of peace. They divided hunting grounds for each tribe, emphasizing that the hunting grounds were inviolable, and also left "wild areas" for each tribe to walk in. They also instated the previously ntioned rule — the warriors who failed in a raid had to die in exchange for the survival of the won and children.
There were many more rules. It was undeniable that the checks and balances between the three tribes had allowed barbarian civilization to take a big step forward. The shift form major internal conflict to minor internal friction improved the level of productivity by leaps and bounds.
Back when they were attacked by a nuclear bomb, they did not have as many priests as they did now.
Among the three tribes, the Blood Tribe's witchcraft and hot-blooded warriors were the most famous. Their leader was 'Steel Kidney' Muru, who had been ntioned a long ti ago. He was the warrior who had once extinguished a burning hand with piss.
As for the White Spirit and Gangrene Tribes, their totems were a frosty skull and a poisonous fly, respectively, and they used the power of frost, poison, and plague.
Speaking of which, the reason why these two tribes were able to rise to power was related to the Red Mist Soldiers who had been contaminated by the nuclear bomb. For these living weapons, who had been compelled by the desire to fight and were frightened out of their wits, only frost and poison could calm them down. Therefore, after dividing up the Red Mist Army, these two tribes were the ones who suppressed the Blood Tribe.
The piece of flesh that Char had taken contained the sorcery power of the White Spirit Tribe. Although Carly could sense it, she didn't know what sorcery they had used.
"You must have heard about how the White Spirit Tribe enslaved the Red Mist Soldiers, right?" Char asked.
Carly nodded.
"The 'Frozen Soul' they are using now is one of the thods. There are only two outcos for those who are affected by the sorcery. Either they obey orders, or they will be frozen into ice sculptures because they refuse to obey orders. But no matter what, they will gradually lose control of their bodies and beco cold and stiff. The baby was under a spell without knowing it. He had been 'following' the instructions, but he couldn't move, so he survived."
After hearing this, Carly's expression beca even more worried.
"If you're willing to move your people to Ferlin Town, then..." Char suggested.
"That's impossible. We won't leave this land." Carly shook her head.
Alright, I knew this would be the result.
Char pouted helplessly.
However, as he probed, Carly suddenly beca alert.
"You said earlier that you stayed because of . Could it be that your goal is my tribesn?"
"Eh? Are the two conflicting?"
"This is very important. If I find out that your goal is to abduct my people, I'll expel you without any hesitation," Carly said seriously. "So you'd better only have ideas about . "
"I'll try my best."
...
The Black Mamba Tribe was divided into three groups, and they reproduced under the leadership of three highly respected priests. They would gather at the eagle prairie once a year, but after seeing the tragedy of the Gray Wing Tribe caused by the White Spirit Tribe, Carly wanted to et the priests of the other two groups in advance and use their wisdom to solve the problem.
Therefore, the team rested here for a day while Carly tried to communicate with the priests of the other two groups.
This was the first ti Char had seen such a plot developnt, and he was surprised and happy at the sa ti.
There was no doubt that the current plot had been completely changed by him. The United Holy Kingdom's sanctions against Elfheim had taken place two years in advance, and the changes in the grasslands had made things more and more interesting.
He pursued the policy of "take one step at a ti" and was determined to follow the plan. He had nothing to do anyway, and with the private chat of the players, he could remotely control the matters of Elfheim, so he did not have to worry.
Not to ntion, he still had the important task of finding the "Creation" gem in the grasslands.
Now, he had a faint feeling that this matter was closely related to the United Holy Kingdom. Moreover, their goal was not as simple as recruiting soldiers from the plains. Perhaps their goal was the sa as his.
At night, he stayed in his tent, thinking about the clues at hand. He listed his understanding of the grasslands on a form and compared it with the 'database' that ssiah randomly searched for his past. He tried to use the 'Big Case' spell to find the whereabouts of the 'Creation' gem.
While he was busy comparing, cold air suddenly entered. Char could not help but shiver, and the words [Mind Freeze (Resisted)] suddenly appeared in his status bar.
He hurriedly activated "Shadow Travel" and disappeared into the shadows, only then did the debuff disappear.
Then, Char silently got out of the tent, but the situation outside shocked him.
Under the moonlight, the shadow of a huge white skull was shaking above the camp. Hundreds of tendrils were sent out from the skull and connected to everyone. Like puppets, it controlled them to slowly open the curtain and walk out of the camp.
The thickest one landed straight on the top of Carly's tent.
But at that mont, a shadow that Char had seen before rose from the top of the tent and fought with the white mist!
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