I became a planet

Chapter 125 Stop Talking about Black History, Okay?
Just when Guo Sen felt that he didn't need to continue observing, he suddenly saw a few wisps of thick smoke floating in the direction of a hill farther away.

The thick smoke shot straight into the sky, as if someone was burning something.

He shifted his gaze away from this huge tribe and headed towards the direction of the hill.

Is that also the range of activities of the White Werewolf?
However, when he came to the vast grassland at the foot of the mountain, Guo Sen suddenly had a feeling of déjà vu.

Grasslands, forests, low mountains, and a tribe with a huge cave surrounded by solid wooden pile walls...

Isn't this the place where I poured my consciousness into the corpse of the white wolf warrior, and then pretended, no, it was the place to show off my might?
Guo Sen looked around.

The wind was blowing on the grassland like waves, and in the distance on the towering wooden pile wall stood fully armed soldiers of the White Wolf Clan...

In the past 300 years, it seems that this place has been frozen in time, with little change.

Except for a huge statue carved out of the mountain next to the tribe.

Guo Sen approached the statue.

This is a plane portrait of a figure nearly ten meters high. Although the carving technique looks very rough, it can still be seen that this is a white wolf warrior holding a spear in each hand.

And the few wisps of smoke he saw just now floated up from the several fires under the feet of this huge statue.

Nearly a hundred members of the White Wolf clan were standing beside these fires.

Guo Sen noticed that each of these white wolves wore crowns made of bird feathers. Amidst the fireworks, their eyes were closed, and they kept coughing and chanting silently.

If you think the smoke is more choking, why not stand farther away?

The idea of ​​this group of white wolves is really...

However, realizing this, they also kept moving around the fire.

But the wind blowing past seems a bit naughty, no matter where they move, the wind will always follow.

This caused the white long hair of the white wolves to be dyed a layer of soot.

Emmm...

Ok.

Guo Sen decided not to complain.

However, the status of these members of the White Wolf Clan does not seem to be low.

Guo Sen thought of the group of hunters, smelters and pottery burners on the grassland, and even so many white wolves in the tribe, who almost wore clothes made of brown fur.

And the white wolves in front of them, in addition to the standard equipment, wore shoes made of animal skins, and some patterns were sewn on their clothes with something!
What's more striking is that the few standing closest to the stone statue are holding more than a dozen things that are covered with green rust in their hands.

That shape is exactly the tip of a gun!
"We're going to compare! We're going to compare! We're going to compare..."

shit.

After Guo Sen heard the group of white wolves yelling such embarrassing words suddenly, he felt that he couldn't stay here any longer.

I can't stay any longer at this altar dedicated to offering sacrifices to the warriors of the White Wolf tribe who have created mythical achievements in their history.

Guo Sen felt a little ashamed, something he had never felt before as a sphere.

Think about what you did at that time...

What a black history! Fuck it!

Please stop, please? !
Don't keep saying "we're going to pretend to be a contest", okay...

Labor and management really regret it!
Then goose.

"We're going to pretend..."

They actually sang together!

Guo Sen recalled that this was indeed the song sung by the white werewolves who hunted before.

This song has almost only one line of lyrics.

We are going to pretend.

This made Guo Sen even have the idea of ​​annihilating the white wolves who sang this song in one fell swoop.

Embarrassed, he resisted listening to the group of white wolves who seemed to be priests sing, and stopped recalling the scene when he committed a second grade.

Fuck, I really want to erase the memory of these white wolves!

Guo Sen roared inwardly.

He suddenly felt that before he straightened the civilization tree of the White Wolf Clan, he had to find a way to forget this sentence.

The method... Guo Sen remembered the ability he had used on those primitive people.

And instead of this sentence, he also thought of a paragraph.

Since you guys are so funny, let's do something more extreme.

Guo Sen decided to wait and see the priests finish this weird sacrifice that left him speechless.

"A long time ago, our people were cornered by enemies in black fur." ​​A white werewolf with an old voice suddenly said after everyone finished singing.

Guo Sen knew that what he was going to talk about was his dark history.

Do you want to avoid it?
It's embarrassing.

"Those enemies almost killed all our clansmen. In the end, the last tribe with only 40 people left was surrounded by [-] armies, and was saved by our great God of War, Edmund!!"

As the old man spoke, he pointed to the tribal fence next to him, his voice trembling.

Guo Sen said, you lied to the old guy.

Where are two thousand!

Obviously only five hundred is good?The number has increased several times, why don't you just say [-]!
Bragging is not a draft, you!

To blow you too...

Besides, where did the White Wolf Clan have a name at that time?

What the hell is Edmund!

"Edmund, God of War! Edmund, God of War!!" All the white werewolves shouted!
Ok.

Guo Sen couldn't complain anymore.

You guys continue.

"The God of War brought a powerful weapon that God gave us, rushed into the enemy's formation alone, and killed all the enemies with the power of one person!!"

"The God of War Edmund! The God of War Edmund!!"

Fuck old thing, you...

Obviously, less than a hundred people were killed at that time!How did you get two thousand in your mouth, and you killed it yourself?
What do you think of the remaining forty, including the heroic leader and warriors!If their bones were not cold, they would definitely be able to crawl out of the ground and chop you up, believe it or not!
In Guo Sen's heart, it has been dayd ten thousand times...

Forget it, these white werewolves look a lot like huskies, so don't think so anymore.

"Edmund, God of War, died of exhaustion while the enemy was wiped out. And we, under the protection of God of War, have regained our former glory!"

……

After listening for a long time, Guo Sen found that the old man seemed to be the leader of the tribe.

He went on and on and on.

Guo Sen was calm in the end.

Where do you have the glory of the past?

Bragging and not drafting, you guys.

At the end, the old leader took out the two polished bronze gun heads from his pocket, and respectfully placed them next to the barbecued meat and unknown fruit enshrined in front of the statue.

"May God of War Edmund bless our family with prosperity! Defeat all enemies!!"

The high roar sounded again.

After the group finally sang a song "We're going to pretend to be a contest" beside the fire, they finally ended the sacrificial activity that Guo Sen couldn't tell what he felt.

(End of this chapter)