"Witch...Witch Temple?"

Everyone in the room was startled, thinking that some foreign enemy had invaded, so they all pulled the guys around them, but when they turned to see the people from the Witch Temple, they were stunned again, with the expression on their faces that were indescribable.

There is fear, worship, and a little doubt.

Especially when they saw that the man with three dark golden patterns representing the mask of the Holy Son was even more shocked after they stood honestly by the two masked men in black robe.

You know, the Holy Son is the commander of the holy warriors in the Witch Temple. His status is not low, at least not under ordinary priests. If he goes to those small tribes, even the patriarch will be honest and sent to the side.

Such a big man is actually behind those two people, and their identities...

Could it be the main priest of the Witch Temple?!

"Several adults from the Witch Temple, this seems to be not the place you should come!"

Ye Muhan reacted, stood up and said sternly.

And the other tribe leaders around him also shouted loudly: "That's right, this is the holy land of our grassland people, please leave immediately!"

Although the Witch God Temple is worshipped by various tribes, its origin is indeed not right. No one knows whether their Witch God’s original foundation comes from the grassland, and above the royal court is their holy land, and outsiders have never been allowed to take a step forward.

"Yeah?"

"I think this rule should be changed."

The Holy Son did not speak, and the hunchbacked among the two black robes in front of him said lightly, and then they took off their black robes and took off their masks. They were two old and young.

I saw that the two of them seemed to use the grassland language, but they were not as rough as ordinary grassland people. The old one had wrinkles on his face, and the most peculiar one, there were green patterns on his forehead and face, which made him look extremely hideous.

In addition, the young man looked only about thirty years old, but he looked a bit like a scholar. He was weak and elegant, but he felt that he was full of indescribable evil spirits everywhere.

After saying that.

The old man stretched out his hand towards the patriarch who was just echoing and saying he wanted to drive them out. A green light floated out and immediately enveloped him.

"ah!!"

"I...my hand, my hand!"

I saw that the man's left hand and his entire left arm seemed to be poisoned, and it turned green. What's even more terrifying was that the green poisonous gas turned into a dense head of locusts, and then his little finger of his left hand began to rot and maggots...

“Bold!”

"Is there no one on the grassland really bullying me!"

Ye Muhan shouted angrily, and an extremely powerful golden inner aura surrounded him. The Witch Temple was too arrogant and he actually attacked the patriarch of the hundreds of tribes in the grassland in front of him.

The soldiers outside heard his roar and raised their saber, which was so murderous that they could not escape the tent.

"hehe."

"Captain Ye, don't be so excited. I know you have always been prejudiced against our Witch Temple. But this time, we came with a cooperative attitude. I am the third of the five main priests under the throne of the Witch God, the main priest of the Witch Locust."

"This person is just a small punishment for the big punishment."

The old man in black robe smiled, lowered his hand gently, and then looked at Ye Muhan.

Just a glance.

Ye Muhan instantly felt a sense of terrifying that he was seen through the whole body from the inside to the outside, as if he was just a transparent piece of white paper in front of him.

Although half of the arm of the little tribe leader was rotten, as the old man stopped, the green poison gas did not continue to spread upwards, but stayed on the upper arm of the arm.

"If the people of the Jin Dynasty invade, if they don't want the creatures on the grassland to suffer, they must rely on the power of our great witch god. You know this best. However, we are here this time. We are just simply helping you take the initiative on the battlefield."

The masked Son also said coldly.

"real?"

"You promise not to attack our soldiers on the grassland? You have no benefit in doing so."

Ye Muhan asked with a frown.

"I promise."

"Of course, on the surface we do have no interests, but we also need time. Moreover, among the Jin people, there is one person who is very interested in our Lord Witch God."

The old man in black robe replied almost without hesitation, which was equivalent to giving Ye Muhan a step, and he had no reason to be puzzled.

"Where are people who are interested in the witch god under this sky?"

"Is it King Yan?"

Ye Muhan asked curiously, and the old man in black robe glanced at the white-faced young man next to him, shook his head and said, "This matter has nothing to do with the fact that the patriarch Ye and other patriarchs on our grassland. You just need to tell me, whether to agree or not?"

"What I said doesn't count."

"It takes several patriarchs to vote."

Ye Muhan paused for a long time before finally saying something dull.

Then, he waved his hand, and the soldiers around him quietly retreated.

Although he felt that the Witch Temple would not be attentive for no reason, looking at the current situation, if he still stubbornly followed the old methods of guerrilla tactics, the Wushen tribe and the Soren tribe might rebel now.

Originally, if it were only them, Ye Muhan would not be afraid.

But at this moment, if their army plus the mysterious wizards from the Witch Temple, he would not dare to say that he could eat it completely. Even if he used human lives to pile up and win, the only one who could succeed in the end would be the people of the Great Jin Dynasty.

"vote?"

"Ye Muhan, you finally made the right choice."

The one-eyed leader of the Soren tribe sneered and took the lead in raising his hand. The Tulan tribe naturally followed closely. After he finished speaking, he looked behind him with a special meaning. For some reason, the Tulan tribe, who was still wrapped in a sheepskin blanket in Daxia, asked coldly. "No...yes..."

"I also support the Witch Temple..."

The five votes among the five major clans are already three.

According to the rules on the grassland, there is no need to vote anymore. Ye Muhan couldn't help but sigh in his heart. Is his own era really going to pass?

"Okay, that's it. Prepare a tent for several wizards in the Witch Temple, but I'm ugly in the front. If you take my tribe members as an evil sacrifice, I will expel you from my Buhe Grassland if I fight to death!"

Ye Muhan said coldly, and then he opened the extremely wide sheepskin map on the table after a while:

"We first open a hole, put the Great Jin people deep in the grassland, and then join the Wushen Temple to catch all the troops of the Great Jin people in one go! The next step is to discuss the specific combat rules. Do you still want to listen here to the Witch Temple?"

"No."

"Captain Ye, you can discuss your life. We have other important things to do when we return to the camp. When we fight with the people of the Great Jin Dynasty, we will naturally appear."

The old man in black robe waved his hand and said with a smile, then these people disappeared into the tent like a black wind.
Chapter completed!