Many simple houses have been built in the natural refuge near the coast of vilost. The air is full of the salty smell of sea breeze and the choking smell of bonfire.


    The tribe was quiet, and most of the men went out, while the dark women sat in groups with hooked knives, patiently polished on the grindstone and polished the blades. The women of veloster are as strong as men and carry knives close to their bodies. When conflicts and disputes break out with other tribes, they will also wave knives to separate the enemy''s throat once they have the opportunity.


    Peipu silently stared at the woman sharpening the knife and the cold light on the blade, and coughed a few times.


    Peipu is the leader of this remote tribe. Because he has been to golden city, his knowledge is much higher than that of a group of ignorant tribal people. Golden city is the greatest city in history. It is the center of the world and the crown of velost.


    The soldiers there wore copper scale armor, long kiss helmets with cast copper teeth and long red cloak. They rode camels and sat high on the saddle inlaid with gemstones. It is said that each of them had received the blessing of the God King Artuso, and ten soldiers could defeat one.


    The low wolf panted like thunder.


    People turned around and looked at it, then bowed down and crawled, and shouted, "prophet."


    On the panting huge white wolf was a man in a black cloak. His hood covered his face. He sat on the White Wolf and didn''t twist his neck to look at the people.


    Peipu walked forward slowly, stopped before the white wolf showed his teeth, bowed his waist, paused, came forward again, came to the wolf''s head and said respectfully, "the prophet."


    The man in the cloak reacted. His eyes swept Peipu''s face through the hood and said in a hoarse voice, "you are very powerful. Among the dozens of tribes fighting in the Black Sea, only you have captured the living prisoners."


    "Yes," said Peipu, "but we don''t understand the language of the Hai people and can''t communicate and interrogate with him."


    "That''s why I came." the prophet lifted off his black cloak, revealed his shiny bald head and painted dark body, and jumped down the wolf''s back lightly: "where is he?"


    "He''s waiting for redemption," said pip, turning back and shouting, "Kaman."


    There was a sound of care in the tent. After a while, Peipu''s partner came out with a man tied in the vines, put him in front of the wolf''s head, looked at the prisoner disdainfully, bowed down to say hello to the prophet, and then left.


    The captive''s mouth was stuck by the vine. When he saw the huge white wolf in front of him, he made a whine.


    "Let him go," said the prophet.


    Peipu used a dagger to separate the firm vines on the prisoners. The prisoners immediately jumped up and ran away. Unfortunately, their physical quality was very different from that of the veloste natives. They were caught up, kicked on their knees, fell to the ground and dragged back with a dagger.


    "$^ *%..." the prisoner roared ferociously for a while. Peipu immediately looked at the prophet and indicated that this was the case. Although he could guess from his expression that what the other party said was not good, the language barrier made it difficult for them to communicate with the sea people.


    The prophet nodded, took PEP''s dagger, cut a small hole in his finger, dipped it in blood for ink, drew a round spell on the wet, soft and rotten land at his feet, and then forcibly separated the prisoner''s arms and drenched his blood on the spell.


    "*%." the captives were still cursing, but half of the words became: "stupid and ignorant vilost aborigines, you don''t know what you are facing. When the real power of the Empire arrives here, you will all turn into blood and mud under the rolling iron hoof."


    "Empire, what is it?" the prophet asked expressionless.


    "Can you understand what I''m talking about?"


    The prisoner asked in horror, and then suddenly realized that he could understand what the other party was saying. He subconsciously looked at the strange spell on the ground, and the blood was gradually disappearing into the soil.


    It''s magic. His eyes widened. It must be magic! The intelligence of the empire is wrong. Velost can also use magic! And some of these aborigines already know how to use magic!


    "What is the Empire?" the strange aborigines covered with colorful paintings continued to ask.


    "The empire is our home."


    "I see." the prophet nodded, equating the empire with the tribe in his mind, and then asked, "Hai people, we have been at peace with the sea for thousands of years. Why are you here this time?"


    "Hai people..."


    The prisoner was silent for a moment and said, "great changes have taken place in the sea. We can no longer survive and are eager to open up new homes on the earth. We came with friendly goodwill. You attacked us first."


    "The earth is ours. If you want to live in this land, you should ask us first and get permission before landing," said the prophet.


    "It was our fault." the prisoner bowed his head and admitted, "this is a misunderstanding. If you agree to let me go back, I can persuade our leader to apologize for the previous mistake. I think we should have a good talk."


    ……


    Twenty minutes later, both sides suddenly found that they could no longer understand each other''s language, which meant that the spell was invalid. The prophet motioned someone to take the prisoner down, and then walked out with PU.


    "Is what he said true, prophet?" asked papu.


    "Some of them are true, but most of the key points are false. Do you remember what he said at the beginning?" the prophet shook his head and repeated the original words of the captives in velost language: "stupid and ignorant velost aborigines, you don''t know what you are facing. When the real power of the Empire arrives here, you will all turn into blood and mud under the rolling iron hooves."


    "The aborigines in his mouth should mean ''we''."


    "Without those fiery iron pipes, their bodies are as ridiculous as weak old people." Peipu disdained and said: "just these soldiers who want to occupy the earth? The soldiers in golden city are not afraid of those things."


    "No." the prophet lowered his voice, "disaster is coming. The leader of adoye tribe, do you remember the story we have passed on from generation to generation?"


    "You mean king Artuso? Of course."


    "What about igon?"


    "Artuso is the most powerful enemy in his life. It is said that Artuso fought with igon for 33 years and still couldn''t defeat this terrible monster. Finally, he had to use the power of iron and fire to create 8000 chains to reluctantly lock igon. Then he used the strength of akmondo family to strengthen it. Finally, he expelled igon and sealed it into the eternal deep sea."


    Peipu told the story he had known as a child: "but isn''t this a legend?"


    "It''s not a legend."


    The prophet said, "the elders of the temple have received enlightenment and igon has awakened. It has spent 100000 years in the cold deep sea and vowed to repay hundreds of times the iron and fire it has suffered to the descendants of Artuso. The weapons used by these sea people are the best proof."


    "In the next time, it will drive its servants to spread fear and blood on the earth. Finally, when igon''s mountain like body comes to the earth, the whole world will be submerged by the flood, that is the end of the world."


    "How can we stop it?" Peipu trembled.


    The prophet shook his head: "no one can stop it. No matter the master of the golden city or the elders of the temple, what mortals do is futile. This is the end we are destined to meet."


    "Only when the world is flooded will the God King Artuso appear, fight with igon for 33 years, and then seal it into the sea to open a new era."