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Chapter 377: The Current Situation of the Witch Clan! (Please subscribe!)

Lu Yan looked at A Miao who was speechless, and wanted to withdraw his hand.

But Ah Miao held his hand tightly and refused to let go.

"Please wait, wait a little longer."

A Miao raised her head and looked at Lu Yan with clear eyes.

Her eyes were full of longing, not for Lu Yan, but for warmth.

Faced with A Miao's request, which was almost begging, Lu Yan couldn't help frowning.

Before he came here, he had imagined what would happen when he came into contact with the Wu Clan.

Maybe it's being hostile, maybe it's a big fight after a disagreement.

He was even prepared to be besieged by the entire Wu clan.

But he never thought that he would see such a pitiful appearance on the Wu Clan.

Warlike, cruel, and violent witch clan.

How can it make people feel pitiful?
Just when Lu Yan frowned, Ah Miao raised her other hand.

She held Lu Yan's right hand with both hands devoutly.

She seemed to want to take part of the "warmth" away from Lu Yan.

Carefully let go of Lu Yan's hand.

But after her hands left Lu Yan, the "warmth" held in her palms also disappeared quickly.

Aware of the passing of "warmth", A Miao's face showed a look of surprise.

She grabbed it hard, but couldn't catch anything.

The "warmth" had left her.

Facing the departure of "Warmth", A Miao was stunned.

Lu Yan looked at A Miao's dazed look, and the expression on his face became more and more strange.

He really couldn't associate the person in front of him with a militant, ferocious character.

It is because these memories belong to the Wu clan in the past.

Today's witch clan has changed.

Or is it because Ah Miao is a special case?
Lu Yan looked at A Miao, and suddenly pointed to the east of Buzhou Mountain, and said, "You don't need to go very far, you just need to walk from here to the other side of the mountain, and you can feel the warmth of the sun."

The place of bitter cold is limited to the west of Buzhou Mountain.

There are two completely different worlds separated by a mountain.

In fact, Lu Yan was also very curious.

Why do the Wu people live in the bitter cold west of Buzhou Mountain?
Why not live in the east of Zhoushan?
Even in the desert, it's much better than in a bitter cold place, right?

Faced with these questions from Lu Yan, A Miao shook her head.

She said to Lu Yan, "I can't go to the east of Buzhou Mountain."

Lu Yan asked, "Because of the clan's rules?"

In Lu Yan's view, only the so-called rules can make these Wu people who clearly yearn for "warmth" and blue sky and white clouds deter the world beyond the mountains.

However, Ah Miao shook her head, and she replied, "It's because of the curse."

curse?

When Lu Yan heard Ah Miao's words, he couldn't help but think of the strange deaths of A Wang and A Lie.

They all died when they were about to say something, could it be the power of the curse?

What they were trying to say was "curse"?
But if this is the case, then why did Ah Miao feel nothing after saying "curse"?

Lu Yan looked at A Miao suspiciously, and asked, "What curse?"

A Miao shook her head and replied: "I don't know what the curse is, I only know that after being cursed, I can't leave the west of Buzhou Mountain."

"The cold here makes life difficult for us, but it also suppresses the curse in our blood."

"If we leave the bitter cold and go to the outside world, we will age quickly and encounter terrible things."

Speaking of these, Ah Miao couldn't help but think of Awang and Alie again.

She watched Ngawang and Ariel leave with her own eyes.

She also witnessed the rapid aging of Ngawang and Ariel, from a youthful appearance to a dying old woman.

That's a terrible change.

She will never forget that scene in her life.

Lu Yan couldn't help being slightly taken aback when he heard what A Miao said.

He always thought that Awang and Alie were old women, but he didn't expect that they turned into that appearance because of the curse!

He asked curiously, "Where did this curse come from?"

A Miao replied, "I don't know."

Lu Yan thought for a while and asked, "Who knows the answer to this question?"

A Miao replied: "The high priest must know."

The high priest is the person with the highest status among their witch clan.

Even the patriarch must respect the high priest.

The things she heard about the outside world in the past were basically told to them by the high priest.

Lu Yan turned his head and glanced at the ice field in the distance, and asked, "Did outsiders come here these years?"

A Miao shook her head and said, "You are the first outsider I have ever met."

Buzhou Mountain is extremely high and steep, and it is not easy to climb.

Unless you can fly, you can fly directly to the top of the mountain, otherwise it will be difficult to go up.

Coupled with the bitter cold in the extreme west, the environment is extremely harsh.

Even if someone climbed Mount Buzhou, they probably wouldn't go deep into the Far West.

For all these reasons, naturally, no outsiders would come here.

After thinking about this, Lu Yan asked A Miao again: "Do you, the Wu Clan, welcome outsiders?"

A Miao shook her head and replied, "I don't know."

She really doesn't know.

Because before Lu Yan, no outsider had ever been here.

They also never received outsiders.

As for the attitude towards outsiders, she really didn't know.

Lu Yan looked at A Miao and fell into deep thought.

A Miao is just one of many witches.

It does not represent the entire Wu clan.

Judging from the information he has learned, the Wu tribe is not a hospitable, friendly and generous race.

Coupled with the feelings that Awang brought to him before, he is more inclined to the Wu tribe as a strong nation.

And Ah Miao is just a special case among the powerful Wu clan.

After all, there are always exceptions to everything.

Lu Yan pondered for a moment, and then asked A Miao: "Can you take me in to have a look?"

What the Wu Clan looks like, he has to see it with his own eyes to know.

A Miao nodded.

She did not reject Lu Yan.

But she made a small request to Lu Yan.

"I... can I hold your hand?"

A Miao looked at Lu Yan's hand reluctantly.

She will never forget that warm feeling in her life.

Faced with this request from A Miao, Lu Yan did not refuse.

He stretched out his hand and took the initiative to hold A Miao's hand together.

After Lu Yan held A Miao's hand, A Miao felt the presence of "warmth" again.

Lu Yan's state of mind is very peaceful.

He didn't have any idea of ​​taking advantage or anything else, just because he felt sorry for A Miao.

Yep, it's pathetic.

A person who has never experienced what "warmth" feels like is indeed very pitiful.

Lu Yan and A Miao walked down the mountain road, down Buzhou Mountain, and really entered the Far West.

After coming here, Lu Yan was extremely fortunate.

Fortunately, he has the gossip purple ribbon fairy clothes, which can keep out most of the severe cold.

If he was just wearing ordinary clothes, even if he came here, he might be frozen to death.

A Miao beside him is wearing the most ordinary clothes, but his performance is similar to him.

It must be because I have lived in this kind of place for many years, and I have already gotten used to this kind of environment.

Although it cannot be fully adapted, survival is at least no problem.

Far West is simple.

In addition to the ice sheet is snow and stone.

You can hardly see any plants here, nor can you see any wild animals.

Lu Yan was not surprised by this.

Few creatures can survive in such a difficult environment.

It can be said that it is not easy for the Wu people to reproduce here for so many years.

On the way to the Far West, Lu Yan asked A Miao some questions.

"How many people are there in your witch clan?"

A Miao replied: "more than 2000 people."

Lu Yan frowned slightly.

The population of the Wu clan is smaller than he imagined.

A powerful clan that used to have millions of people in ancient times, now only has a population of less than 2000 people.

The comparison between the two is really bleak.

But it is not incomprehensible.

After all, the Witch Clan and the Yao Clan once fought a war that almost wiped out the clan.

In addition, they were later relocated to a place with such a harsh environment to survive.

The sharp decline in population is not incomprehensible.

Lu Yan asked again: "Who is the most powerful person in your clan? The high priest?"

A Miao nodded and replied: "The high priest is the great witch of our Wu clan, and the patriarch is also the great witch."

"But the High Priest is more powerful."

Lu Yan asked curiously: "How do you know that the high priest is stronger? Have the two of them fought?"

Both Gong Gong and Zhu Rong had fought and broke Bu Zhou Mountain.

Fighting between these two big witches must be a common thing.

A Miao shook her head and replied: "The high priest and the patriarch have never fought, but there is a rule in our Wu clan that the high priest must be the most powerful person."

Lu Yan understood.

Presumably, only by reaching the first in strength or other aspects can one become the high priest of the Wu clan.

Lu Yan continued to ask: "Besides these two great witches, are there any other masters in your clan?"

A Miao thought for a while, and replied: "There are some more powerful ones."

Lu Yan looked at A Miao who knew everything.

Knowing that Ah Miao has lived in the far west all year round and has not been deeply involved in the world, so he has no guard against him at all in his heart.

Probably Ah Miao never thought about whether his arrival would harm the Wu Clan.

Lu Yan glanced at A Miao with complicated eyes, and continued to ask: "In your clan, do you usually quarrel and fight?"

A Miao gave Lu Yan a strange look, and asked, "Why are we fighting?"

Ah Miao couldn't understand why Lu Yan would ask such a question.

Living in the wind of the sword, it is already very difficult to resist the wind of the sword every day.

If internal conflicts broke out frequently, they should have perished long ago.

Looking at A Miao's innocent appearance, Lu Yan felt more and more that A Miao was just a special case among the witch clan.

He will never forget the scene of Awang facing a whole plate of viscera and devouring the essence of it.

That's what a real witch should look like.

And Ah Miao.

She's just an extreme exception.

Lu Yan didn't ask any more questions.

Because he felt that he could not know the true appearance of the Wu Clan from A Miao's mouth.

Hearing too much will affect his judgment later on.

The two walked silently along the way.

The knife wind also became more and more fierce.

After going deeper than a thousand feet, Lu Yan finally saw a tribe gathered on the ice field.

There are many buildings in the tribe.

normal living quarters.

square.

There is even an altar that looks very grand.

These buildings are all built of stone.

Rough, wild.

Outside this tribe, there are almost no pedestrians.

In the days when the wind of the sword was howling, the people of the Wu clan would not go out if it was not necessary.

Although it is very cold at home.

But at least the wind will be less.

A Miao took Lu Yan to the largest house in the tribe.

She said to Lu Yan, "This is the residence of the high priest."

Looking at the stone palace in front of him, Lu Yan asked Ah Miao, "It must have taken a lot of effort to build this palace."

In such a difficult environment, quarrying must be extremely difficult.

If it was him.

He will definitely not spend time and effort building such a flashy building under such a difficult environment for the sake of so-called face, or status and other illusory things.

With these stones, building a few more simple stone houses may allow more people to survive.

This is stronger than anything else.

A Miao heard Lu Yan's words and said, "I already had these things when I was born, and I don't know how much effort it took to build it."

Lu Yan nodded slightly and said, "Let's go in."

A Miao took a step forward and pushed open the closed door forcefully.

Lu Yan followed A Miao into the palace.

The Far West is already dark.

After entering the palace, the environment he faced became even darker.

Lu Yan asked curiously, "Why don't you light the fire?"

"Fire?" Ah Miao asked, "Is it something very hot? It should be very hot, right?"

A Miao was a little uncertain.

Because she has never seen fire, she has only heard of fire.

The fire is said to be very hot.

As for what the heat feels like, she also doesn't know.

Lu Yan was stunned for a moment, and asked, "Did you light the fire?"

A Miao nodded and said, "The High Priest once said that lighting a fire here is very difficult."

"Even on Holy Sacrifice Day, when there is no sword wind, it will be difficult."

"I've never seen fire anyway."

Lu Yan was a little surprised, and asked, "Then what do you usually eat? Don't you eat cooked food?"

Delicatessen?

A Miao looked at Lu Yan with some doubts.

She noticed that Lu Yan said another word that she probably understood, but couldn't understand.

Lu Yan looked at the puzzled expression on A Miao's face, and the expression on his face became extremely subtle.

A tribe that never had fire.

Could it be that for thousands of years or even tens of thousands of years, they have been living a life of raw hair and drinking blood?

Lu Yan frowned in thought, and suddenly stopped walking.

He raised his head and looked forward. In the darkness, he could vaguely see a figure sitting cross-legged on the ground.

They were very close, less than two feet away.

Before that, he was almost completely unaware of the other party's existence.

"The High Priest."

At this time.

Ah Miao suddenly bowed respectfully to the person in the darkness.

The person whom Ah Miao called the high priest slowly got up and walked towards Lu Yan step by step.

When he got closer, Lu Yan could see the whole picture of the high priest clearly.

The high priest wore a dress that was almost exactly the same as A Miao, but the color was brighter and brighter.

Her skin was also pale in color and her hair gray.

The face is beautiful and exotic.

Especially a pair of eyes, big and bright, like bright stars.

Judging by her appearance, her grade should be around 30 years old.

However, since she can be the High Priest of the Witch Clan, she must not be as young as she appears on the surface.

When Lu Yan was observing the high priest, the high priest was also looking at Lu Yan.

Like A Miao, it was the first time for her to meet outsiders.

In her heart, like A Miao, she was also full of curiosity about Lu Yan, an outsider.

But the only difference is that besides curiosity, she is more vigilant!

"I didn't teach Ah Miao not to bring outsiders back into the clan at will. This was my mistake."

The high priest looked at Lu Yan with a slightly complicated gaze.

For thousands of years, no outsider has ever come here.

So much so that she mistakenly thought that no outsider would ever come here.

So when educating the younger generation, she almost never mentioned how to deal with outsiders.

And she still clearly remembers how her teacher taught her.

If you meet outsiders.

no matter who it is.

Those are the enemies!
Lu Yan looked at the high priest, and clearly saw the undisguised hostility in the high priest's eyes.

Facing the high priest's hostility at this time, his mood relaxed.

As long as the high priest is hostile to him, then he knows how to deal with the high priest.

If the high priest is as naive and ignorant as Ah Miao, then he doesn't know what to do.

"I am a human race, from the Central Plains."

Lu Yan looked at the high priest and reported his background.

Hearing Lu Yan's words, the high priest nodded slightly and said, "Central Plains, I have seen records about Central Plains in the family records."

"My teacher once said that the Central Plains is a hundred times more beautiful than the Far West."

Lu Yan looked at the high priest and said seriously: "Actually, I think your teacher is still too conservative."

"Compared with the Far West, the Central Plains is more than a hundred times better, more than a thousand times or ten thousand times better."

Lu Yan reckoned that the high priest's teacher had never seen what the Central Plains looked like.

Perhaps in her teacher's mind, a place a hundred times more beautiful than the Far West could already be called a paradise on earth.

In fact, in Lu Yan's opinion, the place where the Xiongnu and the Quanrong tribe lived was already a hundred times more beautiful than the land in the far west.

In the land of the Central Plains, the beauty level starts at a thousand times, and there is no limit to the top.

When the high priest heard Lu Yan's words, he couldn't help being stunned.

She has looked at the records in the clan's classics countless times, imagining the appearance of the Central Plains.

A hundred times is already the limit of her imagination.

Thousands of times, she really never thought about it.

"Central Plains...is it really that good?"

The high priest looked at Lu Yan with curiosity on his face.

Lu Yan nodded and replied, "Compared to the Far West, it's more than [-] times better."

The high priest let out a long breath and said, "Sure enough, we should leave here and go back to the Central Plains!"

　Ask for everything!
　　
　
(End of this chapter)