The sun near the horizon suddenly shone brightly, and the light stimulated the eyes of those who wanted to admire the sunset. Sweat and blood slipped from the forehead, arms, chest. The brigade was crumbling, and nearly a day's fighting had left him physically exhausted.
The wooden shield hill people on the opposite side saw this and raised their shields and rushed forward, and the small brigade could not avoid being knocked to the ground again. Who will fall to the ground as the sun sets? Who will be the sun rising by the tribe tomorrow? The trance brigade saw that the sun was thinning in the western mountains, and a fire phoenix rushed out in the sun. Is it Grandpa Lu's big move? In an instant, a thought filled The Little Brigade's mind, and the axe was raised high above his head, violently splitting, bursting out layers of sparks, hitting the back of the Wooden Shield Hill People who could not avoid. The brigade wielded a burning axe, and everywhere it went, it was ashes, and the shield of the wooden shield hill hill was burned by the flames, and the burning body fell to its knees on the ground. The burning axe turned red past the setting sun and became the sun of tomorrow.
It seemed that the people of Qiuqiu did not care about the fallen old chief, and everyone gathered around the new chief's brigade and held a grand dinner and party. The shaman of The Hill waved a stick to send down blessings, and the rain of healing poured down on his body, and the pain disappeared. Under the influence of the incantation, the little brigade raised a glass of celebration with the hills and fell drunk on the feast. The next day the sun shone on the grass, and remembering the battle of yesterday, the brigade was determined to find a way to become stronger. Through conversations with shamanic mages, the brigade discovers that the way the Chuchus become stronger is very similar to that of the characters – gaining experience and learning skills.
But each Hill Hill person gains experience differently, some things by defeating other Hill people, some by eating special items, some by falling from a high place, some by opening treasure chests, some by absorbing the energy of the immortals... As a tribal leader and with travel experience, he naturally has a high talent and many learning methods in learning skills, and xiaolu does not worry about this. But how do you gain experience? "Ask the other Hill people how you feel when you gain experience!" By the way, can you still use yesterday's trick? "There's nothing wrong with touring the camp as a new chief, but the new boss doesn't seem to be welcome. Except for the young and good people of Qiuqiu, no one talked to the little brigade.
But most of these young hills are not four or six. "Can you tell me how you feel about gaining strength?" "We gain less power and don't feel stronger Definitely the leader you feel stronger" "No feeling, no feeling, where is our strength called strength" "Good hunger, grunt" "I feel too strong to gain strength!" Fainted! The hill called Chu dun was the first to answer seriously: "That day I sat under the tree, and the apple fell down, and a clear stream of empowerment..."
Before he could finish speaking, he was interrupted by another "Apple? Sunset fruit doesn't work? Chu Dun shook his head seriously, "No, sunset fruit can't do it" "Sunset fruit can't do it?!" That dinner eats sunset fruit, your share I solve the giggle" Another fight. In desperation, the wind brought a distant sound. The sorrow is gentle, just like the god turtle's sigh of the summer flower, and the earth's admiration for the grass. As far as the eye can see, it is yesterday's ring, it is the gathering of the hill people, it is the shaman's staff, it is the suspended incantation, and it is the turbid wind that is struck by the music and ripples.
The third issue ends here, I am a rambling, interested friends, pay attention to yo, will be follow-up