Apocalyptic Dark Age

When this reason came out from Wushaman, who had competed for Wanyu before, it immediately ignited the atmosphere on the spot. Many protectors laughed and made the serious battlefield become a bar for obscene jokes.

Luolan saw that Lanyu was about to suppress his anger, and hurriedly said:

"Lord Lanyu, this is how the southern wilderness is. Almost none of us have fought with the protectors of the wilderness. From beginning to end, it was the people below who went out. Jialuo is a symbol of status here..."

"Then you too?" Lanyu had nothing to say, and questioned Luolan with disgust. Luolan's temperament suddenly changed, and a huge pressure emanated from him, like a manic storm, causing the protectors around him to retreat. Lanyu, who had not yet recovered from his serious injury, endured the pain in his body and looked at Luolan without hesitation.

"Lord Lan Yu is joking. The protector wants to become a prominent figure. Lord Lan Yu should know better than me that we don't have the family's good medicine, so we can only rely on ourselves."

He stopped talking at that point. Luo Lan indirectly said that he was different from others, but he did not promise to do it himself. He was not afraid of wolf-like opponents, but only pig-like teammates. It was impossible for him to fight against Tianzhua alone, but it seemed even more unreliable to expect the group of pampered protectors around him to help him.

"How about this, we send half of the people to follow them and take action when we find an opportunity?"

Wushaman knew that he had caused Lan Yu's disgust. His uneasy heart made his brain a little faster than usual. He took the initiative to propose, which made Lan Yu's blue slightly better. Before he could speak, there was a commotion behind him. The noisy shouting made the place as noisy as a vegetable market. Everyone turned around together, but saw a team of well-equipped tribal warriors walking towards them.

This team of tribal warriors gave Lan Yu an illusion that the well-equipped family warriors were coming towards him.

"Mythology Tribe, the Mythology Tribe is here. These are the chosen warriors of Shen Wuji. I heard that each of them can kill more than ten people..."

"They are the largest tribe in the Southern Wilds. Maybe they can beat those people?"

"Shen Wuji's warriors are here. He should be here too. Are they here to divide things?"

"Speak softly, don't let them hear. I heard that Shen Wuji personally killed two Xianfeng Jialuo of the Wilds. He was received by Lord Youming of the Despair Fortress and was given 1,500 sets of fine steel armor, which are worn by the chosen warriors..."

The buzzing words all focused on one person. Shen Wuji of the Mythology Tribe is also the first elder of the Federation.

Luo Lan's face immediately became ugly. If Lan Yu hadn't been there, he might have walked away. The 1,500 fully armed chosen warriors were uniformly equipped and looked the same, but they looked chaotic while walking. If they were much less disciplined than the Sky Claw Tribe, they could be considered elite compared to other tribes.

Lan Yu had heard of Shen Wuji, but had never seen him. After the chosen warriors of God spread out around them, Lan Yu recognized Shen Wuji at a glance, just because this person was too dazzling.

Whether it was the wilderness, Cuiliu City, or even the underground people, they all had roughly the same skin color and hair color, and they were also the race that Gao Feng was most familiar with. But what Lan Yu saw was a young handsome man with blond hair and blue eyes. His golden hair reminded him of the golden mask that had become popular in Cuiliu City. His blue eyes were like bright gems, deep and distant, and it was easy to get lost. Whether it was for men or women, they had a strong killing power.

Compared with his face carved by knives and axes, these were nothing. His snow-white skin was delicate and smooth, more attractive than the skin that Wan Yu bathed in animal milk. His cheeks were delicate and well-proportioned, and had a bit of the man's unique fortitude and maturity. The contradictory but strange harmony made Lan Yu sigh in his heart that this was the most handsome man he had ever seen.

Shen Wuji's decorations are not vulgar and inferior, as in the mainstream aesthetics of the wilderness. His clothes are simple and elegant, without bright colors, complicated lace, or messy patterns. They are simple and refreshing.

Clothes are not the key, but the person wearing them is important. Shen Wuji is such a person. Wearing the simplest clothes, he is the focus of the crowd. If he were someone else, he might be an unknown passerby.

"Lord Lan Yu, I have heard of your name for a long time, but I have never seen you. It is always a pity. Today I can finally fulfill my wish..."

Shen Wuji's voice is bright and high, full of energy, which makes people involuntarily attracted. Although Lan Yu is also a handsome young man, he loses some momentum in front of Shen Wuji.

Lan Yu did not feel guilty. He turned his head and looked around, smiling gently, "I have always heard of the great name of Chief Shen Wuji. I didn't expect that meeting him was better than hearing about him. If there is a chance to invite the chief to a big city, he will definitely suppress the style of the young master of a big family..."

Lan Yu's compliment made Shen Wuji's polite smile become sincere and friendly. He took a step forward, narrowing the distance between him and Lan Yu, making Lan Yu feel relaxed like a spring breeze.

"Hmph, aren't you preparing to attack Han Jun Jialuo? In the battle with the barbarians, you only sent out the elders. Why did you show up today?"

Luo Lan snorted coldly, mocking Shen Wuji in a bad tone, his eyes staring like cow eyes, as if he wanted to use a fierce look to disintegrate Shen Wuji's friendly aura.

Shen Wuji did not refute, but said to Luo Lan kindly:

"Sir Luolan is a senior in Xianfeng. He became an official Xianfeng twelve years ago. Twelve years later, he is still a half-step regret soldier. When it comes to the chance of becoming a regret soldier, you are still higher than me. How can I Dare I say that I became a regretful soldier before you?"

These words made the unpleasantness on Luo Lan's face dissipate a lot, but Shen Wuji did not take advantage of this to step down, but said sincerely:

"When I first became a prominent figure, I was inevitably young and frivolous. Please forgive me if I have offended Mr. Luo Lan. I have too many chores on weekdays and have never been able to find a chance to apologize. Now I formally apologize to you..."

After saying that, Shen Wuji ignored his status as the leader of the largest tribe and apologized to Luo Lan. Luo Lan kept silent for a long time with a straight face. He didn't know what to say and shouted in a rough voice:

"Sir Lan Yu sent us a favor. I didn't plan to call you at first. Now that you're here, just count it as a favor..."

Face was given to others, Shen Wuji showed his kindness in an understatement and unrealistic language, and Luo Lan also returned the gift with a big gift. It seemed that everything was harmonious, but Lan Yu was surprised at how powerful Shen Wuji was.

Shen Wuji's apology seemed humble, but there was no actual loss of benefits. As the leader of the first tribe, his status did not need to be evaluated by others, but what Luo Lan gave away was actual benefits, a huge cake. Look, It seemed nice and friendly, but in fact Luo Lan suffered a huge loss.

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