Flattering is actually a technical job that pays great attention to artistic content, and not everyone can do it. If you can't take a good shot, you can't take a photo, so as not to be embarrassed by everyone, like this...

"Prophet, we miss you so much during these days when you are not here!"

"Sir Prophet! It is really a blessing for our Sheep Village to be able to return safely!"

The two sheep uncles looked at Xiao An with tears in their eyes, as if they saw their own father who had been separated for many years. They flattered and took the emotional route, which was simply a hooligan.

"Cough, cough cough!"

Ali coughed twice because he couldn't bear it. Xiao An signaled him to sit on his left hand, and he was already considered Xiao An's "confidant".

Kama, the sheep man who had opposed Xiao An before, sat in the corner with a gloomy face, and did not look at Xiao An or say anything provocative. Perhaps this is the difficulty this leader, who is about the same level as Ali, has to go through.

The existence of the dragon directly dispelled all Kama's fantasies.

"Sir Prophet...that dragon outside?"

Xiao An calmly implemented the "Six Laws of Pretending to Be Pretend" and smiled a little, "It looks pitiful, so keep it for the time being."

The several top goats present were shocked and yearning.

"Let's talk about the development status of the village," Ali brought the topic to the main business, and Xiao An also smiled and nodded, allowing the top ladies to start another wave of performances that praise them.

In the past year and a half, Yang Village has not suffered much disaster. Everyone lived a peaceful life. Except for the lack of guidance from the prophet, they were basically free of wind and waves.

After hearing this, Xiao An nodded and said something good, and then asked about the recent harvest of the Yang Village and the harvest of the hunting team. Several of the top sheep answered one by one.

After all, this sheep village is just these things.

"Master Prophet," a uncle-headed sheep shouted respectfully, "The 'Guliang Meeting' held once every ten years will begin in a few days. According to the rules, each tribe that exists independently on the grassland, regardless of its population, needs to let the prophets of the tribe go to participate..."

"Meeting Gu Liang?" Xiao An immediately became interested.

An older sheep quickly replied: "Yes, the prophet, Gu Liang means that we orc tribes that have come and never attack other tribes since ancient times. Those who are against us are those cruel werewolfs, leopards, etc."

Xiao An snapped his fingers, "I understand, where is the Guliang meeting?"

"Hold on the Mount of Filster, where it is the most unknown in the central part of the continent of origin, a sacred land full of myths and legends." The head sheep's eyes were full of yearning.

"What do I need to do?" Xiao An asked sincerely.

"Master Prophet, don't be nervous, that's just going to go through the motions. Although our village is a relatively large tribe among the sheep tribe, it is just a small gathering place when viewed in the entire Qingqing grassland."

Fifty thousand sheep are back to the small village?

When I was riding a little black dragon, I also discovered several villages that looked like big cities, which should be the larger tribes.

The Qingqing Grassland is just such a big place, is it really okay to reproduce unscrupulously?

Xiao An smiled calmly, "How long will it take to take place?"

"Seven days later... Originally, if you were riding the mount in the village, Prophet, you might be leaving now. Fortunately, Prophet, you have a new mount..."

Xiao An thought for a while and said, "Try to be as low-key as possible. Be prepared for the mount and entourage. I will leave later."

It’s not that I’m afraid that the Black Dragon will cause any trouble, but that Xiao An doesn’t want to be very high-profile and likes to make a fortune in silence.

Besides, the little black dragon is not a powerful existence with a combat power of over 100,000 and can destroy the world. It is fine if he uses it to intimidate the Sheep Village and consolidate his position, but it is better not to show off in front of other ancient orc tribes.

Ali asked: "Aren't you staying in the village for a day or two?"

"No, I will go to the village to have a walk later and communicate with everyone," Xiao An tapped the table with his fingers, "It is best to prepare some evidence that can prove my identity when you go to this conference."

The leader immediately replied: "Just hold the witchcraft scepter that all prophets have used in history to prove your noble identity."

"Then, let me tell me more about the Guliang Meeting and the 'Felster Mountain'." Xiao An showed a confident smile on his lips, and his eyes were filled with expectations.

He was waiting to verify whether his conjecture was correct, and the older uncle, the youngest man, did not disappoint him.

The Mountain of Firster means "the place where disaster begins" in the ancient beast language and the quotes of God. No one knows the specific source of this word, and it seems that it has been circulating in a long time ago...

In addition to the "land where disaster begins", there are several other evolutionary titles, such as "evil mountain", such as "land of disaster", etc.

But clearly, there is lush water and lush trees. The most powerful ancient orc tribe is built around the mountains. I didn’t see the disaster, but it is becoming more and more prosperous...

And the terrifying legend about the name of evil mountain gradually became a trivial matter that no one cared about on the green grassland.

"Prophet, why are you... laughing at?"

"Ah, it's okay, go and prepare my mount and entourage," Xiao An stood up, "No need to follow me, I'll just walk around the village."

Several of the sheep looked at each other, but no one dared to disobey the Prophet at this time, so they could only watch Xiao An walk out of the thatched hut.

Ivy naturally followed Xiao An and followed him aimlessly in the village with complicated road conditions.

Xiao An was sorting out his ideas, not his own ideas, but his overall ideas for the epic task. - It felt quite uncomfortable to be led by someone, and he wanted to take the initiative.

The third stage of the task will be triggered in the "Evil Mountain". The second stage of the task is to merge with the Beast King's Heart and stimulate the Beast King's bloodline. In the evil mountain, there must be a task that must use this bloodline.

During the year and a half of the year and a half of the time the Beast God tortured him, Xiao An thought a lot, and at this time he assumed that the gods who were driven out of this world could not interfere with the operation of this world. In other words, the power of the gods could not directly act on this world.

Otherwise, they would not have let a sealed beast god be their own "guide".

In other words, the gods only look at the world from the perspective of God, so that they can formulate various tasks that they can complete step by step.

The first stage is to highlight the favorability of this sheep village. According to the script set by the system, it should be to win the favorability of this village. Then wait for the opening of the conference every ten years to allow yourself to enter the "evil mountain".

The place where the disaster begins...

"Ah, it's a brain-burning thing," Xiao An patted his forehead.

Forget it, don't think about it anymore. I'll see what's going on.

"Sir, Editor!"

A crisp shout came from the side. Xiao An turned his head and looked at it. It was the original crew of Yangcun Daily that he had made out of boredom back then. He had not seen each of them for more than a year and had grown taller.

"Come on, come here and I'll see what skills have you learned."

The teenagers in the Sheep Village came over nervously, but when they found out that the editor-in-chief who said to their parents, "must be respectful and not offend" still had no change in his smile back then, and they gradually relaxed...

After staying in the Sheep Village for more than two hours, Xiao An was about to set off again. There were many more sheep people seeing him off at the entrance of the village than he had last time to hunt.

He only brought more than fifty of the strongest warriors in the Sheep Village, but he brought more than a hundred mounts, "changing horses but not people", and forced himself to hurry up.

In the evil mountain, what will be waiting for you?

It should be something related to the "Beast King". After all, it is very likely that what I took is to become the King of Ancient Beasts step by step, and then conquer and destroy this world.

Is it really that simple? Xiao Anluo is slightly suspicious. After all, this kind of thing cannot be done by saying it, and there is not enough support for racial hatred...

"My Prophet, your mount."

"Uh," Xiao An looked at the large alpaca being led in front of him, and a knowing smile appeared on his lips.

Takima stood there honestly, and she didn't dare to wave it anymore. She still dared to bow her head and eat grass.

The uncle who was holding the reins asked blankly: "Where is Lord Ivy?"

"I'm going to ride the dragon, don't worry about her," Xiao An waved to the crowd gathered at the entrance of the village. This time he didn't delay and shouted happily to set off.

Takima trotted forward, and Ali followed with fifty Sheep Village soldiers.

roar!

A roar came from the horizon, and Ivy stood on the back of the little black dragon and rushed over Xiao An's head.

The little black dragon looked at the large alpaca sitting under Xiao An's butt, and inexplicably a flame burned in his heart, irritable, but he did not dare to attack.

Ivy keenly sensed the uneasiness involved in the little black dragon's continuous roar. Because it was stuffed into the soul of the Cloud-Swallowing Dark Bat Beast, it could get along with most of the demon streams. Ivy could also slightly feel the emotions of the monsters. - Predate passive skills.

He stomped his feet hard: "Be honest! What's wrong with you!"

"Betrayal! This is a kind of betrayal!" Xiao Heilong growled in a crying voice, "Master, how can he ride on the backs of other monsters? Aren't we the only ones that we have with each other? Why... wu, wuwu..."

This little grieving dragon.

But when she heard such remarks, how could I sit back and ignore her? The corners of her beautiful mouth twitched gently, her forehead hidden behind her bangs was covered with black lines, and she silently pulled out the long sword on her back.

The sound is like the cold wind of the Nine Netherworld:

"If you have the ability, just say it again. Whose owner belongs to? Food."
Chapter completed!