(A brand new day, I wish you all a happy day!) Chapter 62: There is a legend from the clan leader: The stars are bright, the breeze is gentle, and in the large courtyard, there are dozens of strong soldiers of the One-Horn Clan, all of them have long weapons. The waist is straight, motionless, and the spirit is highly concentrated, trying to sense the surroundings. It seems that all the pores in the body have responded to the master's call and are doing the same thing. These dedicated soldiers are protecting their clan leader and ensuring that he can sleep peacefully. This kind of day has been going on for a while, and two groups of soldiers will be on duty alternately every night to ensure that nothing goes wrong. The root cause of all this comes from the ambition of the high priest and the patriarch's brother Rabah. Therefore, everyone now hates these two people so much that they want to peel off their skin and cramp them even if they don't meet, and even want to drink their blood and eat their hearts when they meet. With high concentration of energy, everyone feels very depressed. Many people want to fight. No matter who loses or wins, as long as this planned ethnic chaos can be ended quickly. However, when everyone thought that this was a racial self-mutilation, and that they might have to fight to the death with their own relatives during the battle, everyone felt that it was too cruel, and hoped that this racial chaos would never happen. In mid-air, a sudden wave of waves burst out, as if two sudden strong winds suddenly collided and were knocked backwards. "Who is it?" Dozens of soldiers were shocked. Half of them quickly ran towards the clan leader's door, while the other half were already in stance, ready to attack. The waves flickered a few times, and a hoarse voice in the air said carefully: "I will be the plow general! Qiu Fan!" Qiu Fan said as he took off the mask on his face, revealing his true face. "Lord Qiu!" Plow General said in surprise, "You are finally back!" "Keep your voice down!" Qiu Fan reminded, for fear that someone would be watching here. While talking, the two of them slowly landed. ¡°Understood!¡± Plow Warrior General understood, still unable to hide the excitement on his face. "I have something urgent and need to meet the clan leader immediately!" Qiu Fan said softly. "Please!" Li Zhan stretched out his left hand and asked. "It turns out to be Mr. Qiu, hello Mr. Qiu!" Dozens of soldiers collectively exclaimed excitedly, and their spirits immediately relaxed. Some couldn't help but laugh at themselves and wiped the cold sweat from their faces. "Everyone stand still!" The plow warrior suddenly stopped and ordered sternly. Rapid footsteps sounded immediately, and in the blink of an eye, dozens of soldiers stood back to their original positions. "No one has seen what happened tonight, understand!" General Plowman glanced at the standing soldiers and said sternly. "Understood!" Dozens of soldiers responded at the same time, their voices not loud. "Master Qiu, please!" Li Zhanjiang asked again. Qiu Fan nodded and walked forward; Li Zhanjiang was following on his left, only half a step behind. ¡ ¡°You¡¯re back.¡± A middle-aged man with a wrinkled face and gray hair shawl looked at Qiu Fan and said. This man is the leader of the One-Horn Clan. He is sitting on a soft cushion, with a long low table in front of him, and his words are full of dissatisfaction. "What's going on in the clan now?" Qiu Fan seemed to have not heard the clan leader's words and asked himself. "Why did you come back?" the clan leader asked in a reproachful tone, seemingly not hearing Qiu Fan's question. "Clan leader!" Li Zhanjiang said in shock, completely confused as to what kind of drama the clan leader was playing. "Since you have come directly to me, you must have an understanding of the general situation. In short, clan chaos may break out at any time." The clan leader said, his tone was incredibly calm, as if this matter It has nothing to do with myself at all. In fact, he was tired, completely exhausted. The battle between the three clans for nearly a lifetime had carved countless scars on his body. As a result, he was in his old age He was in his old age, and when he encountered such a thing, he had to deal with his relatives. My younger brother, the high priest of his tribe, was fighting a paradoxical battle with his own tribe. How could he not get tired? "It seems that I came back at the right time!" Qiu Fan's voice was hoarse, heavy, and even filled with happiness and anger. The patriarch shook his head and said helplessly: "I would rather you stay there and not come back. It would be too cruel to face racial fratricide." The Plow War General's face was solemn and gloomy. Qiu Fan said angrily: "What are the patriarch's words? If it weren't for the high priest's aggressiveness, how could it have developed to this point?" "The high priest is also for the orthodoxy of the tribe." The patriarch said in a low voice. "For the sake of the orthodoxy of the clan, you can annihilate humanity and kill your own flesh and blood?" Qiu Fan became even more angry, "I think?The priest has had ambitions for a long time, but he is just using the topic as an excuse! Besides" Qiu Fan paused, raised two gray eyebrows, and continued: "Besides, the high priest said that he would punish me to guard the secret cave leading to the human race. His real purpose should be to kill me. ? If I hadn't been so good at water, I might have drowned before I even reached the secret cave! My twenty years of loneliness! "Qiu Fan punched with his right hand and hit the low table in front of him with a bang. "It's a blessing in disguise that you can take the opportunity to see the vast world of the human race and experience it. "The patriarch said calmly. "As a soldier, I must stick to my post; as a prisoner, I must stay in my prison! "Qiu Fan said hoarsely. The patriarch smiled meaningfully and said: "You really still can't look away. If you can be as cool as the three pioneers in the legend, you don't need to be so entangled. " Qiu Fan snorted disdainfully and said: "Three people who gave up their own race for their own future, what is there to envy! The clan leader smiled miserably and said, "You came to me so late just to confirm the clan rebellion, right?" " Qiu Fan frowned suddenly and asked doubtfully: "The clan leader already knows? " "Not much. I only know that you brought back a human who was poisoned by red poisonous weed. "The patriarch said with a calm smile. "Bago used the flying eagle to pass the message? "Qiu Fan's voice was hoarse and gloomy, and his brows furrowed even more tightly. The patriarch smiled and said nothing. "This talkative guy! Qiu Fan said angrily. Suddenly he remembered something and asked hurriedly: "The high priest doesn't know about it, does he?" " "It should only be limited to members of the tribe who have been poisoned by the red poisonous grass. "The patriarch said, his face turned ugly. "That's good! Qiu Fan said happily: "I have to worry about the antidote for the clan leader." " "no problem. "The clan leader agreed without hesitation. Qiu Fan's face immediately lit up with a smile. "I should also tell you something about this human race. "The patriarch smiled calmly. "About my brother-in-law," Qiu Fan said with a hoarse voice and a smile: "Actually, I don't know much about him, but I am quite confident about him as a person. "Oh¡ª¡ª" The clan leader immediately became interested. For Qiu Fan to appreciate him so much and call him a brother, there must be something unique about him. The Plow Warrior opposite Qiu Fan also widened his eyes and straightened his ears.