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Chapter 820 [819] My brother, welcome home!

Qingyang Realm.

Dawn City.

The so-called "Shuguang City" is the new tribe established by Cheng Han.

Today it is today.

The new tribe continued to attract Qingyang people from the surrounding area, and the population quickly expanded to nearly 28.

Cheng Han's goal of a population of 30 is getting closer and closer.

Once he reaches his goal, he can use secret techniques to seize more of the power of the world and break through to the Totem King in one fell swoop.

That is, a powerful person at the Xuandu level.

In the Qingyang world.

Every totem king is a very important person.

At this moment.

In the center of the city.

A simple conversion ceremony is being held.

The host of the ceremony is one of the ten chief priests of Dawn City.

Her name is - Lulan.

Lu Lan was previously a totem master of a medium-sized tribe. Later, when the tribe was destroyed by a mysterious man, she joined the Dawn Tribe.

"Dear brothers and sisters, welcome to Dawn City."

Lu Lan's soft voice floated in the square under the totem pole.

She directly dropped a bombshell: "I hereby promise everyone that the Dawn Tribe will never hold any human sacrifice ceremony."

The more than 300 Qingyang people who participated in the ceremony all had incredible expressions on their faces.

Any Qingyang tribe will regularly hold living sacrifice ceremonies, and the tribe's population will be used as sacrifices and sacrificed to the totem pole.

Only in this way can the blessing of the totem pole be obtained, thereby helping the worshiper gain strength and become a green sheep warrior or totem master.

What Lu Lan said completely subverted their three views.

She added with a smile: "You may want to know, if there are no living sacrifices, how can the Dawn Tribe cultivate powerful warriors?"

A group of converts nodded their heads.

Lu Lan's voice suddenly became deeper: "Actually, the method is very simple."

with this sentence.

Variation occurred.

"Om~"

The towering totem pole suddenly trembled.

A little bit of light shone down and drifted behind Lu Lan, transforming into a totem shadow.

There was an exclamation in the crowd.

"My God!"

"Totem protection!"

The faces of the converts were all filled with shock.

Regarding the famous "Totem Protection", even if most Qingyang people have not seen it with their own eyes, they have all heard of it.

Totem Protection can borrow a little power from the totem pole to enhance the power of its own totem shadow within a certain period of time.

To put it bluntly, it is a "BUFF" that lasts for a period of time.

Everyone knows that only the totem master can trigger the totem protection of the totem pole.

However, this Lu Lan is just a totem master, but he can also inspire totem protection. This is beyond their knowledge.

Lu Lan looked around, with a satisfied smile on her face: "As long as you offer enough piety to the totem pole, you will receive blessings."

If it had been just now, no one would have believed it.

But after seeing the totem protection with their own eyes, most Qingyang people believed it.

Lu Lan talked eloquently: "As long as you smear a little blood on the surface of the totem pole, you can be recognized and officially become a member of Dawn City."

She paused and changed the subject: "Of course, we do not force everyone to join, but those who do so can only stay in Dawn City for half a month."

Lu Lan knew very well that this was actually a little trick of "play hard to get".

Any low-level Qingyang person who stays in Dawn City for two or three days will definitely cry and ask to join the tribe.

There is no reason for it.

Dawn City really treats the lower-level Qingyang people as human beings, rather than treating them as a resource for living sacrifices like other tribes.

Before every living sacrifice ceremony, the lower-level Qingyang people would be in fear all day long.

But in Dawn City, such a thing would never happen.

Lu Lan waved her right hand: "Those who are willing to join this city can donate their blood to the totem pole."

The scene was silent for a few seconds.

No one moved.

Lu Lan didn't care, let alone urged him.

She just smiled and waited quietly.

Because Shenniao has made it clear that Dawn City will never force the Qingyang people to join, they must be willing to do so.

She thought of "magical bird" and glanced above unconsciously.

I saw only a small red dot, soaring in the sky several kilometers high.

As the chief priest in charge of many affairs, Lu Lan knew very well that the sacred bird was the spiritual bird raised by the chief elder of the tribe.

The most incredible thing is that no one in the tribe has seen the true face of the great elder.

All orders from the great elder are conveyed through the divine bird.

Another moment passed.The crowd finally made some movement.

A green sheep man with a disheveled face and a thin body squeezed out from the crowd and walked slowly towards the totem pole.

The eyes of the crowd gathered in an instant.

Many people have noticed that this guy must have been bullied before and often didn't have enough to eat, so he became like this.

Lu Lan took a breath, smiled and encouraged: "Welcome, my brother!"

With the respect of the chief priest, calling him "brother" is also the requirement of the sacred bird.

In other words, the order of the great elder.

The thin Qingyang man was a little flattered, and his pace obviously sped up.

This is obviously an encouraging effect.

This kind of equal treatment made his determination stronger.

Lu Lan's eyes jumped and locked on the totem pole.

She had a guess in her heart that the mysterious Great Elder might be a totem god!
Otherwise, why would the development of Dawn Tribe not require living sacrifices?
Otherwise, how could the power of this totem pole be so powerful?
Only gods can create miracles!
The Great Elder planned to bring an unprecedented change to the Qingyang people before he founded the Shuguang Tribe.

In short.

The great elder is a great god.

But the guess was so shocking that Lu Lan just kept it in her heart and didn't tell anyone.

When she thought of this, her eyes couldn't help flashing with enthusiasm.

Lu Lan clenched her cane and muttered in her heart: "Your Excellency, the great Great Elder, I am willing to devote all my loyalty to you."

The totemist added: "And my soul!"

For her.

It is a great honor to participate in this great change.

Even if you die for it, it's still worth it!

Ten seconds later.

The thin green sheep man walked to the totem pole.

He suddenly realized that he was not carrying a knife.

The guy hesitated for a moment, then brought his finger to his mouth, intending to bite a bloody hole.

at this time.

The totem pole shook slightly again.

A green bud sprouted and quickly grew into a branch.

The top of the branch swelled and turned into a long object that looked like a fruit.

The thin Qingyang man looked a little confused and didn't know how to deal with it.

Lu Lan reminded with a smile: "This is a small gift from the totem pole. You can take it off and peel it off."

The thin Qingyang man hesitated for a moment and then did as he was told.

After peeling the fruit.

He was surprised to find that it was a metal knife with long fingers.

The blade is very sharp and there is no flaw on the surface. It is definitely the best among knives.

The knife also has a wooden handle that is integrated with the blade.

This scene.

There was a commotion in the crowd immediately.

Can a totem pole grow a knife?

Amazing!

Lu Lan reminded again: "My brother, you can start."

The thin Qingyang man said "Ah" and recovered from the shock.

He trembled with his right hand, held the knife tightly, and drew it with his left index finger.

A bloody mouth appeared.

Blood poured out.

The thin green sheep man immediately put his finger on the totem pole.

this moment.

The totem pole was like a sponge, absorbing the spilled blood.

A flash of white light flashed.

The wound healed quickly.

The thin green sheep man was startled again.

next moment.

He suddenly felt that there was a strange connection between himself and the totem pole.

He even vaguely felt that the totem pole was like his mother, gazing at him tenderly.

Lu Lan's voice floated over: "My brother, welcome home!"

The thin Qingyang man suddenly burst into tears.

He suddenly had a feeling that the suffering of fate was finally over.

The commotion of the crowd grew louder.

Just now everyone was waiting and watching, hesitating whether to join the Dawn Tribe.

The scene before them made most people no longer reject the Dawn Tribe.

Although I don’t know what will happen tomorrow, at least I don’t have to worry about becoming a sacrifice.

(End of this chapter)