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The Survival of the Wild Tribe Chapter 221:

On a peak not far from the Beast God Mountain, a huge black stone castle stood abruptly on it. Pushing open the window, you could still see the blue sea from a distance.

A huge bird fell on the flat ground outside the stone castle. On it, two orc warriors stepped down from the bird's back a little nervously. The guard warrior saw the two of them and knew that it must be the first time they came to the wizard. People in the city, but what surprised them is that two people who can only wear animal skins can come here by flying birds.

You must know that this bird is the only flying mount in their Wizard City. Even the soldiers who have been guarding the door for more than ten years have only a few chances to see the bird.

Although they came from a wild land, the guards did not dare to neglect too much. After hearing the purpose of the two people's arrival, one of them first went inside to inform the old witch, and the other led the two to rest specifically for the visiting guests. Place to wait.

The castle is much larger than the one being built in the Kru Lion tribe, but it is very similar in appearance and structure. The guards led them through the unusually long corridor, which was planted with lights on both sides, even though the surroundings Without any light coming in, Dengcao can also illuminate the promenade like daylight.

There are a lot of wooden doors on both sides of the promenade. Some wooden doors are wrapped with vines, and the seams of the doors are tightly sealed. If these two people are curious to push forward, they will find that no matter how strong you are, there is no way to stop them. The wooden door that seemed to have been around for a certain year was pushed open.

Behind the promenade is a huge atrium. A towering tree grows in the middle of the atrium. The leaves of the tree cover almost all the surrounding space, and some aerial roots are hanging down, like a reduced version of the forest. .

There are some small spots of light jumping between the green leaves. If you don't look closely, you will only think that it is the sunlight falling from the gaps between the leaves. All those who pass under the tree are walking towards the tree with solemn expression. A soldier salute, and then he bowed his head and raised his eyebrows, and walked through it respectfully.

The two followed the guards' movements in a decent manner, but one of the younger ones needed another person to carry on his back and couldn't get to the ground. Even if they wanted to be respectful, the actions they made seemed a bit nondescript.

A young man in a wizard's disciple's costume just happened to pass by. He couldn't help being amused. He clicked on the man behind him with a wooden stick in his hand, "That's someone from the wild land, isn't it? Are you here from Fengshan?"

The man looked up in the direction where the two disappeared, and said thoughtfully: "They should be looking for the old witch."

"Tsk." The young man lowered his voice, "The ancestors in Changfeng Mountain are the work of the old thing, right? It's pitiful, most of the ancestors have not survived, and I don't know what the old thing is doing. ."

"Called the old witch." The man frowned when he called the boy disrespectfully. Even if they didn't agree with the other party's approach, the old witch was one of the top wizards in Wizard City, even if they were now The loyal shaman sometimes had to ask the old shaman for help, so even if they fought hard secretly, the relationship on the surface should not be too stiff.

"Hey, I heard that the old witch has recently accepted a lot of powerful fighters, and the dark witch also has an eighth-level guardian warrior. In the future, the three major wizards in the wizard hall will not have my master's name." The young man changed his words in good faith. The current situation is indeed not favorable to them. Even if the teenagers speak with dissatisfaction, they still distinguish the importance.

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