Chapter 530 The Shameless Old Man Who Lied to Children (Fourth update, please subscribe)

Xin flew eastward, looking down at the ice surface from a high altitude, searching for scattered Blood Shadow Tribe warriors.

Seeing the enemy from a distance, Xin did not go down to communicate, but drew her bow and arrows and shot directly.

She chased and shot like this for an unknown period of time, and finally saw the coastline in the distance.

Flying all the way, she had a more intuitive judgment of her own strength.

She can fly, her arrows are very powerful, she can use the power of the bow and arrow to heal wounds, and her close combat is far better than before. At present, she cannot determine the upper limit of her own strength.

She did not find the Blood Shadow Witch, her most hated enemy, and she should have gone to the Eastern Continent, which made her quite unhappy.

Although I don't know how big East Road is, I guess it must be quite big. It is very difficult to find a shadow wizard who is good at hiding in such a large area.

I didn't see the Horse Tribe and the Sword Tribe either. They probably didn't run in a straight line. They may have turned halfway and avoided her search.

I will first find the Dragon Tribe and the Grass Tribe to see if I can get help from them...Xin thought so.

Both the Dragon Tribe and the Grass Tribe have some origins with the Fire Tribe, and they have been in this continent for a long time, so they may be able to give some guidance.

Flying along the coastline, I saw some small tribes soon. After asking, I learned that the Dragon Tribe has ruled this coastline, and the Grass Tribe is also under the rule of the Dragon Tribe.

The two tribes' settlements were not far from each other, both a little to the north. After Xin determined the location, she flew directly to the north.

Before sunset, she saw the Dragon Tribe from a distance, but she did not rush in.

Compared to the Dragon Tribe, she trusted the Grass Tribe more.

After flying forward for a short distance, she saw the Grass Tribe. They lived in a dense forest, and their houses were built on tree forks, which was very unique.

Instead of flying over, Xin landed and walked into the jungle. Not long after she walked in, she found an old man with a group of children gathered in a circle under a big tree not far away.

The old man's power was from the Grass Tribe, but those children had the power of the Dragon Tribe, which made her a little curious.

Silently jumping onto a big tree, Xin looked down at them from above.

The old man, with white hair, a big beard, and long eyebrows, was sitting on the ground leaning against a tree root, leaning on a cane wrapped with old vines, looking at a group of children, and talking nonstop.

"Yi and I walked into the deep jungle to kill the tiger god dog, and suddenly saw ten fierce tigers blocking the road, with their teeth and claws bared. Yi was so scared that he peed at that time..."

"No, how could our leader be scared to pee?"

A child stood up and questioned dissatisfiedly. The

old man glared at him with his eyes wide open, and said, "Did I take the risk with Yi, or did you take the risk with Yi? I saw it with my own eyes. If you think it's wrong, you can pay me a tribute and I will change it for you."

The child pouted dissatisfiedly, and angrily took out a bag from his waist, carefully took out a small green fruit from it, and handed it to the old man.

The old man smiled with satisfaction, picked up the fruit and threw it directly into his mouth, chewed it a few times, and swallowed it with a look of enjoyment.

The children who saw the eating were greedy and looked at the child who took out the fruit.

The child hurriedly held his fruit and said, "Not much, not much, you guys have eaten yours first, don't worry about me."

The children withdrew their gazes in disappointment and looked at the old man again.

The old man smacked his lips and started talking again: "I saw ten fierce tigers suddenly blocking the road, with their fangs and claws bared. Yi was so scared that his face turned pale..."

"Wait a minute, didn't I give you fruit? Why is our leader still so scared?"

The child who was given the fruit said unwillingly. "

What's one fruit? If you want him to be braver, at least two... no, three fruits."

"Two."

The child bargained.

"Okay, two is two, give it to me."

The old man spread out his palm and asked the child for it.

The child reluctantly took out another one, and the old man shook his head and said, "The previous one doesn't count."

"You are too shameless."

The child said dissatisfiedly.

The old man looked at him indifferently and did not retract his outstretched palm.

The child thought about it again and again, and finally wanted to save his leader's face, so he took out two fruits and put them in the old man's hand.

The old man put the two fruits in his mouth, ate them with a smack, and then told the story again with satisfaction.

"Ten spotted tigers were baring their teeth and claws, and Yi was angry at the time, saying: "I, Yi of the Dragon Tribe, have ruled the east of the continent for decades. When will I allow you to be rampant." As he spoke, he stretched out his hand and took out a huge stone knife as long as his body, and took the lead in attacking..."

The old man spoke vividly, and several children applauded. If that's the case, the fruits are worth it.

But every time at a critical moment, the old man would ask for fruits for various reasons until he squeezed the child dry.

"Is it really gone?"

After looking through the child's bag several times, the old man asked with a frown.

"No more, hurry up."

The child urged. The story had just reached a critical moment. They were about to meet the tiger god, but he just talked about the fruit, which made the children jump in anxiety.

"It's dark now, what else is there to talk about? Pick more fruit tomorrow and I'll tell you more."

He said, holding on to the tree and crutches, stood up, patted the dirt off his butt, and left a group of stunned children.

This old man is too shameless... Xin couldn't help thinking.

Several children were also very dissatisfied, but in order to hear the rest of the story, they still agreed to pick fruit tomorrow.

After they all left, Xin jumped down from the tree fork and walked towards the Grass Tribe.

She followed the white-haired old man all the way, wrapping herself with the power of grass green. Her figure seemed to be hidden in the jungle, making it difficult to see clearly. She walked straight into the Grass Tribe's settlement without being discovered.

The people of the Grass Tribe set up their settlement in the jungle, and their totem stone stood upright in the center, with the totem fire lit in front of the totem stone.

The old man walked to the table where the totem was worshipped, sat down on the ground, grabbed a handful of fruits, and threw them into his mouth one by one.

As he threw the fruit, he turned around and asked Xin in the shadow, "Who are you?"

Xin was stunned, dispelled the dark green power that enveloped him, and asked in confusion, "How did you see me?"

"You stepped on the grass."

The old man pointed at Xin's feet and said.

Xin lowered his head and indeed noticed that the grass under his feet was bent by the step.

"This is the Grass Tribe, haha, do you want to eat some?"

The old man stretched out his right hand holding a fruit, and the handful in his left hand was clenched against his chest, without any intention of sharing.

Xin shook her head.

She came to the Grass Tribe to find the third generation of the Herb Witch. She had seen the portrait of the third generation of the Herb Witch, and this person's eyebrows and eyes were very similar, but he was much older.

"Why did your hair change color? I remember when I saw you as a child, it was yellow."

The old man asked while throwing fruit into his mouth.

"Are you the third generation Herb Witch?"

Xin asked.

The old man nodded, but asked again, "Why did your hair change color?"

"It changed because I awakened some memories,"

Xin said.

The third generation Herb Witch nodded, and began to eat the fruit seriously again without saying a word.

"I'll go find help,"

Xin said.

The third generation Herb Witch nodded, and he waved to Xin, asking her to sit next to him.

Xin obediently came to sit next to him, and then saw the old man making a face that said don't say anything.

She thought something would happen, but nothing happened. The old man just quietly threw the small green fruits into his mouth without saying anything.

He didn't speak until there was not much left to eat.

"This kind of fruit has only appeared in the past ten years. There are fewer fruits now. I am old and dying. I will eat as much as I can. You are still young and will always have more. It is right for you not to compete with me."

He said something irrelevant. Xin didn't know what he meant and could only nod to indicate that he would not compete with him.

"My teeth are almost falling out. Look, there are only a few left."

He opened his mouth and let Xin take a look. Then he quickly threw a small fruit into his mouth and said while chewing.

"My appetite is not very good. Some time ago, a blood shadow witch went to the Dragon Tribe, saying that he came from the Fire Tribe to explore the East Continent. Haha, if he really came from the Fire Tribe, why didn't he come to me and Yi?"

Xin was about to speak, but the old man stretched out his hand to stop her from speaking, and said to himself: "This kind of person, either he was beaten by the Eighth Generation Witch and Shi and had no way to survive, or he is a shameless traitor."

Xin was stunned. He didn't expect that this old man could guess so much.

"But it doesn't matter. It's not a big deal. Whether the Dragon Tribe was strong or not, it was still beaten. Look at the Dragon Tribe now. It's still the king of the East Continent. Just live in another place."

The old man began to eat the last few pills faster, looking a little impatient.

"You can eat slowly."

Xin said.

The old man shook his head and said, "I may not be in the mood for a while."

Xin's heart moved, and she vaguely felt that the old man had guessed the answer, and guessed more than she thought.

This man was once a wise man of the Fire Tribe, a person admired by her father.

"Pah."

The old man ate the last small fruit, clapped his hands, raised his head and looked into Xin's eyes and asked, "Is the eighth generation witch dead?"

Even though she had guessed it, Xin was still stunned, and then grief emerged uncontrollably, and she nodded.

The old man patted her shoulder and comforted her, "It's okay, I asked Yikou to take down the Blood Shadow Witch, and hatred always has a place to vent."

"How did you guess it?"

Xin asked.

"The Fire Totem is not the type to kill them all, and your father is too soft-hearted. If they get together, they can force a tribe to perform a blood sacrifice."

The old man had a bit of regret on his face, and then said, "On the other hand, they didn't force them, but they were just courting death. People who court death usually cause trouble. I know they are causing trouble, but I don't know what kind of trouble it is. But when I saw you, I got the answer."

The old man said, and picked up a large piece of meat from the altar, opened his mouth and wanted to bite it, but sighed and put the meat back.

"I have no appetite, I won't eat it anymore."