1073: 488: Cold-blooded Queen!
Gui Xingfu’s destiny!
1073: 488: Cold-blooded Queen!
Gui Xingfu’s destiny!
This great mountain of the Chira Tribe is also called Mount Chira.
Its altitude is approximately two thousand ters, and the Chieftain’s castle is built atop its summit.
The castle is not small, very imposing, but not luxurious.
In the whole Barbaric Wilderness, there are only two places that could be considered luxurious, while everything else is very primitive and crude.
These two places are the remnants of human civilization and the Motuo Empire.
The entrance to the castle gate is extrely treacherous, easy to defend but hard to attack.
If soone were to attack the Chira Tribe, this castle would be the warriors’ final stronghold.
Arriving at the gateway to the castle, a Chira warrior stood guard lazily, raising his gaze and saying, “Weapons!”
Suo Mo said, “No weapons.
We’re here to et the Chieftain, no weapons allowed.”
“Who knows?” The guard sneered coldly, “You foreign bastards are full of deceit.
It wouldn’t be surprising if you did sothing filthy and despicable.
For the Chieftain’s safety, you must be searched.”
Suo Mo raised his hands and said, “Search us if you must, but Dina cannot be touched.”
“Heh, heh, she’s no exception either.” That Chira warrior smirked lewdly, his gaze filled with greed as he looked at Dina.
The Barbarian Tribes have a peculiar attitude—they despise the Near-Human Tribes, treating them as two-legged sheep.
To resemble humans was, in their eyes, a sin by default.
And yet… when facing their own desires, they were attracted to won who looked human.
They admired their enchanting faces and alluring figures.
“If she refuses to be searched, then no one gets in,” the Chira warrior guarding the gate said with a wicked grin.
Suo Mo said, “You know the young Chieftain has feelings for Dina.
Are you sure you want to search her?”
At those words, the guard’s face twitched, and he barked coldly, “You two lift your hands and get searched.”
Suo Mo raised his hands, allowing the gate guard to search him.
The warrior’s actions were as vulgar and shaless as could be, but Suo Mo’s expression did not waver, enduring the humiliation without a word.
A re gate guard could humiliate the foreign army’s leader like this.
It was no wonder the foreign army as a whole could only be treated as slaves, far beneath contempt.
Once Suo Mo was searched, it was Lanling’s turn.
“Heh, heh, I’ve never seen such a handso little pretty face.
You could be mistaken for a woman!
How about it, sweetheart?
Spend a night with , and I’ll give you a few pieces of at,” the gate guard smirked lecherously.
Lanling’s gaze darkened.
He was ready to employ his ntal Skill to show this guard the depths of terror.
But Suo Mo grabbed Lanling’s arm, stopping him.
He then said to the gate guard, “I heard soone say you once stole a trinket from the Chieftain’s wife and sold it for money.
Any truth to that?”
The warrior’s face paled instantly as he growled, “Go on in, you foreign bastards!”
…
They entered the castle!
It was an incredibly grand hall, though still devoid of luxury.
Even its carpets were made of primitive animal hides.
At the far end of the hall sat a chair crafted entirely from black iron!
The entire chair was sculpted into the ferocious form of a Chira Beast, incredibly lifelike.
The Griffin Beast possesses the head and wings of an eagle and the body of a lion.
The Chira Beast, however, has the head of a lion, the wings of a demon, and the tail of a serpent!
It is also a flying beast, but the Chira is far mightier than a Griffin.
So Chira flying beasts with particularly high levels of Demon Bloodline can even breathe fire.
In the Barbaric Wilderness, the Chira is considered one of the most powerful flying beasts.
The Chira Tribe was nad so because, in ancient tis, they had an incredibly formidable Sky Legion comprising over a thousand Chira flying beasts, dominating a territory of a thousand miles in every direction.
The Chira beca the tribe’s totem.
However, at so point in history, the Chira beasts of the tribe grew fewer and fewer, until today, when not a single Chira flying beast remains.
The tribe now exists in na only.
Seated upon the black iron throne was an incredibly imposing man.
He was Constantine, the Chieftain of the Chira Tribe.
Lanling observed that, aside from his sharply pointed ears, high nose, tall stature, large irises relative to his eyes, and the tail he possessed, Constantine didn’t seem much different from a human.
Other Chira warriors had speckled markings on their bodies, and their skin varied in colors—black, red, or blue—resembling the Na’vi people from the Earth movie “Avatar” in so ways.
But Constantine looked more like a demonized human.
Why wasn’t he categorized as Near-Human?
How exactly were Near-Human Tribes defined among the Barbarian Tribes?
Lanling truly couldn’t understand.
Moreover, Constantine was exceptionally handso.
However, his nose was so long that it gave him a sowhat terrifying appearance.
And his eyes were unsettling—each eye seed almost entirely made up of black irises, leaving a deep impression of fear.
His skin was as white as chalk.
So, while his handsoness was undeniable, it was the kind that unsettled people.
Not only that, but Suo Lun could also easily sense the imnse power radiating from Constantine, along with his overwhelming spiritual power.
In the Barbaric Wilderness, where strength ruled supre, only the strongest could ascend to the position of Chieftain.
There was no doubt—Constantine was the mightiest figure in his tribe!
“Your servant, Suo Mo, greets the most exalted Chieftain,” Suo Mo said respectfully, kneeling on one knee in salute.
“Hahahaha…” Constantine stepped forward to help Suo Mo up and said, “My dear friend, you haven’t visited in a long ti.
Have I not treated you well enough?”
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