Lugia, my name of the elf

Storm Tribe, main island.

"Oh my god, what kind of monster is that?!"

"There are strange totems all over its body. What on earth is it?!"

"Hey, that guy actually has wings and can fly!"

"Nonsense, to be able to come here, you can either swim or fly. Just be smart when you talk, okay?"

"Oh my God, it has three eyes. It's so weird!"

On the main island of the Seven Islands Tribe in the past, a relatively large mysterious monster appeared inexplicably, flapping its wings and flying in mid-air;

As for this monster that appeared inexplicably, the warriors of the Storm Tribe swore that they had never seen it before.

Fortunately, this huge strange flying monster did not exude any hostility, nor did it have a threatening and intrusive attitude;

The mysterious monster just stared with three eyes, silent and observing everyone everywhere.

The eyes of everyone in the Storm Tribe were also deeply attracted by the sudden flying monster. They could not look away for even a moment and were amazed in their hearts.

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on the sacrificial altar;

"what is that?"

"Could it be that it's another demon?! No, I didn't feel any hostility."

"We might try to communicate, but it's better to be careful!"

Gavin, Ryan, and Alor saw the mysterious monster that suddenly appeared on the main island. While they were extremely curious, they were also cautious.

"Don't worry too much. I think that must be the spokesman for the storm that the God of Storm mentioned just now!" Boselin thought of the simple exchange with the God of Storm and boldly guessed.

"Storm above, Lord Priest, what is the spokesperson of Storm?" Alor asked out of curiosity.

On the side, Gavin and Ryan were also puzzled and looked at Bosaline, hoping that the latter could give an answer.

Boselin did not hide anything and simply relayed the conversation between her and the gods to the three island leaders.

When the three of them heard this, they nodded first, then shook their heads and smiled bitterly. They all looked at each other with more doubts in their eyes.

Spokesperson, what does it mean to fall to the ground?

Boselin looked at the mysterious monster not far away. After thinking for a moment, she continued to add:

"I should choose to contact the spokesperson, maybe the messenger between us humans and the gods. The gods' oracles or our prayers can be conveyed to the God of Storm through that adult." Boselin looked at the mysterious body of the mysterious monster. Totem, analyzed calmly.

At the same time, considering that the identity of the mysterious monster was probably extremely extraordinary, Poseline also cautiously and respectfully called it "Sir" to avoid angering it.

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"Human, I am the spokesperson of the storm..."

"From today onwards, we will begin to protect the Storm Tribe."

The symbolic bird's body exudes pink light, and the language belonging to the people of the Seven Islands tribe rings in everyone's minds.

Hearing this, Boselin and the three sub-island leaders were immediately startled, and then ran over directly;

After a while, the four of them came to the spokesman of Baofeng, knelt down respectfully, and listened to the instructions of spokesman of Baofeng.

When all the surviving ordinary warriors saw the respectful reactions of the priests and leaders, they also half-knelt down to salute;

Don't dare to get close, let alone lose your etiquette, lest you offend the divine power.

"Storm Tribe, listen to the oracle." Boselin said respectfully with a pious look on her face.

"I will take all of you back to the end of the divided island and give you three months to reorganize the tribe."

"Three months later, let the priest himself come to the main island together with the seven girls before. I will replace the God of Storms and convey a more detailed oracle." The voice that symbolizes the bird is calm and slow. Xu said.

"The storm is above, we will remember the spokesperson's order." After hearing the words of the symbolic bird, Bosaline quickly agreed.

"Now, I will send everyone back to the end of the Seven Islands. After returning to the main island, you can send others to cremate the people who died in the ceremony."

"The storm is above, thank the gods for their mercy!" Boselin thought of the dead soldiers, her heart softened, her eyes turned red, and she thanked him.

The next moment, the symbolic bird had just finished speaking, but before everyone could react;

The super energy in the symbolic bird began to spread over the entire island, covering all the people of the Storm Tribe;

Then, when everyone was stunned, he used his "mind power" to float people into the air, and then floated towards the end of the seven islands;

Its speed is many times faster than the giant rowing boat that everyone used before.

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"Look, that's the whole view of the main island! It turns out that it looks like this when viewed from a high place!"

"Is this the power of gods?!"

"Oh my god, I can actually fly! I can fly!"

"The storm is blowing, I'm afraid of heights!!!"

"Will we also be able to fly one day? Haha, I'm looking forward to it!"

All the soldiers saw their bodies floating at high speed on the magnificent sea level, and their hearts were so excited that they could not calm down for a long time.

Flying, this is a miracle far beyond the imagination of the seven island tribes in the past!

The reactions of these soldiers were quite calm, and the seven children among the crowd were even more excited and screamed with excitement;

"Wow! We're flying!!!"

"We can fly! We can fly!"

"Haha, this is a good experience. I must share it with my sister and let her know it too!"

"Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuah, I just want my parents and don't want to fly, and I'm afraid of heights!"

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Children's memories are always short-lived, although the bloody scene may be a lingering nightmare for them throughout their lives;

But right now, it was an unforgettable scene, enough to make it memorable and unable to be easily forgotten and ignored.

And Boselin and the three leaders, who were at the end, were filled with emotions;

He is just a spokesperson, but his skills are obviously not inferior to those of the previous demons;

And the even better news is that this spokesperson is no longer a life-seeking demon, but the protector of the Storm Tribe!

One in front of the other, but a qualitative difference, enough to make the people of the storm feel as relieved as if they were receiving amnesty.

"We can fulfill the last wish of our ancestors. We will definitely go back to the northernmost continent!" Boselin felt the sea breeze and said firmly deep in her heart.

In just a very short time, the surviving team of less than a hundred people flew back to the end of the Seven Islands, where the priest's temple is located;

At the end of the Seven Islands, with everyone looking shocked and even horrified, the previous sacrificial brigade fell from the sky, like a miracle!

At first, the island-defending troops at the end of the Seven Islands thought they were enemies, and rushed towards them, preparing to fight;

But the next moment, Alor, the leader of the Seven Islands, appeared in time and directly repelled the warriors who were about to attack everyone.

Next, every surviving warrior on the main island rushed to tell every tribal people at the end of the Seven Islands the great news one by one;

The Seven Island Tribe, starting from today, has a new belief!

The Seven Islands Tribe will be renamed the Storm Tribe from now on!

The demon god who had tortured the Seven Islands tribe for countless years was now dead in the hands of the Storm God;

The tribe has been liberated, completely liberated, and no longer has to live in fear every day;

Starting from today, the Seven Island Tribe will bear the name of Storm and become the people of Storm!

In this isolated island in the ocean, the tribe is no longer alone.

The huge and exciting joy, the sudden happiness, and the inexplicable disappearance of shackles made everyone at the end of the Seven Islands fall into great ecstasy and ultimate happiness;

"Really or not, you're not lying?!"

"Look at the injuries on their bodies, everything is real!"

"That huge monster, uh, no, God forgives, is that the spokesperson of the storm?!"

"That demon is dead! The demon is dead! Hahaha!"

"Damn it! Damn it!"

"I am liberated and can finally live happily!"

"We don't have to worry about whether it's a boy or a girl!"

"Free! Free!"

"We have a new god, and the gods have responded to us! Haha!"

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People rushed to report, people were sincerely happy, people were singing and dancing, and at the end of the Seven Islands, it was like being in a prosperous sacrifice.

After hundreds of years, people can finally let go and rejoice.

I believe that soon, except for the other six islands at the end of the seven islands, all the other islands will get this shocking news!

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All the previous warriors were also happy.

But for some reason, each of them felt a little bit lucky and guilty in their hearts;

Because every warrior who came from the main island knew in their hearts what price they paid for all this.

Delong, Hoying, Sco, Mann, and many brave warriors left their lives there forever;

The prosperity and joy in front of us will eventually be missed by these heroic spirits.

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The old priest saw Poseline among the crowd, as well as such amazing miracles and unexpected news;

The old man's expression slowly changed from shocked at first to incredulous, and finally became silent.

The eyes of this old priest, who has been in charge of the tribe for nearly 50 years, no longer have the confidence that they once had;

She saw Poseline in the center of the crowd, holding the moon in her hands and being admired by everyone. Even though she had all kinds of words in her heart, at this moment, she could only sigh helplessly;

"Dangdang!"

The next moment, the scepter in the old priest's hand was thrown to the ground by her without any hesitation, like garbage.

"Old, old."

"The high priest of the Storm Tribe? Haha, after today, I will no longer have the position of the former high priest of the Seven Island Tribe..."

The lonely figure, carrying endless self-blame and endless regret, was hidden among the crowd, vowing never to appear in the eyes of the public again.