The Emerald Tower

Dro Thunder and others walked off the Thunder, under the surprised gaze of the patrols of the Stormwind tribe.

In the West of Defendyland, it is well known that the flying scouts of the Storm Tribe are the units that can fly in the sky.

As for the airship?

It was the first time I saw it.

"follow me!"

The patrol captain said so, and then led the way.

Those patrol members, (they spread out, surrounding Dean and his party in the middle.

Although they knew that it didn't have much effect, they still chose to do it under the habit.

"Mianxia?"

Dro Thunder and Dean walked side by side, followed behind the patrol team of the Stormwind Horde, and gestured softly.

"Nothing is wrong!"

Dean replied.

Dean knew exactly what Dro Thunder wanted to ask.

It is nothing more than the whereabouts of the sword of wind.

And this is also one of the important purposes of his trip.

Dean wanted to see this weapon very much. At the same time, he wanted to let a tyrant who tended towards them to control this weapon, and by the way, he would gain a lot of power of faith.

"Those flying scouts should have chased them up, if there is no accurate information till now..."

Although the young man believed in Dean, he was not very optimistic.

As for the flying scouts of the Storm Tribe, Dro Thunder had also heard of it, but now none of them have appeared. It is clear that they are chasing the fake Gate Frost.

Moreover, such pursuits did not result.

Otherwise, the patrols on the ground would not be so dense.

and. It was a week ago...

Imagine the possible changes in it. Dro Thunder couldn't help but frowned slightly.

Compared to Dro Thunder's hesitation. Gate Frost and Munch Flames were a mess in their hearts.

In the eyes of the two, the sword of gale must have been lost.

One week is enough to make quite a few arrangements.

Maybe the Sword of Wind has appeared somewhere thousands of miles away.

And this is not good news for them!

Following the patrol of the Storm Horde, apart from Dean, the thoughts in the hearts of the Dro Thunder trio made them have no intention of speaking again in the next period of time.

However, the team is not dull.

From time to time, Aiji introduced the Storm Tribe to the people around him.

Although most of them were heard from others, it was enough for Puli and several Thunder Cavalry captains to listen to them with gusto.

not long time. The whole team came to the residence of the Storm Tribe.

Unlike when viewed from the sky, the entire residence is more patchy, and floating bridges are placed between the tree houses, allowing people to pass through easily.

At this time, under the many tree houses, there was a group of people standing.

Among this group of people, the young man at the front is undoubtedly the most conspicuous.

Not only where he stood, but also because of the breath of the young man.

Rich sadness.

Most of Dean and his party can feel this kind of breath.

"Rand Hayate has seen everyone!"

The young man looked at Dean and his party as he approached and stepped forward.

obviously. The patrol of the Storm Tribe has sent the news back to the place of residence.

The boy in front of him is the temporary head of the Storm Tribe.

"Dean Kenzergaon has met Chief Rand!"

Dean said so.

"Dro Thunder has met Chief Rand!"

"Monk Flames have seen Patriarch Rand!"

"Gate Frost met Chief Rand!"

With Dean's name, the three of Dro naturally followed suit. With this address, the few people behind the young man frowned unconsciously.

"Although Rand's father is the patriarch, Rand did not inherit the position of patriarch!"

A person came out and said emphatically.

"Father and son inherited each other, isn't it a custom in the Storm Tribe?"

Gate Frost looked at each other in surprise.

It's just that, that appearance is obviously a bit too much. Most of the people in the industry can see that it is a little fake, and many people have guessed what Gate Frost meant by doing this.

Ridicule each other.

The person on the other side naturally saw it.

However, they don't care.

On the contrary, these people said: “That was before, now Rand’s father lost the sword of the wind and made an unforgivable mistake, and as a heir, Rand naturally has to bear such a sin-he will Expelled from the Storm Tribe...at sunset today! Now the moon is about to appear, and the time is coming!"

"Ah!"

Hearing this, Gate Frost immediately sneered.

It's not that Gate Frost has never seen the fight for power, but this kind of civil unrest has begun to rule out dissidents, but it is the first time Gate Frost has seen it.

And Dro Thunder is filled with indignation.

He could completely imagine the end of the young man once he left the Storm Tribe.

The best result is a gloomy end.

As for the worst?

I'm afraid that someone would have to kill even the dense forest in front of him.

So, the young man asked, "How can this be?"

"Why not? As the son of a sinner, Rand deserves this punishment!"

The opposite person asked rhetorically.

"Yes! That's it!"

The person next to him echoed.

"you guys……"

Dro Thunder pointed at the opposite person, subconsciously wanted to say something, but was held back by Gray.

With a gentle smile, Gray pointed to Dean, who had remained silent since entering the Stormwind Clan.

Suddenly, Dro Thunder reacted.

He looked at Dean.

And following Dean's gaze, everyone from the Storm Tribe, including the young man, looked at Dean.

"Are you the person in charge of this trip? I'm sorry, we are currently experiencing something very saddening in our Stormwind tribe. I can't entertain you! And. If you can. Please leave as soon as possible!"

Asked the person across.

The words are quite rude.

And Dean didn't pay attention to the other person, just looked at the young man.

"I feel the grief in your heart!"

Dean said this, and walked towards the young man, and raised his palm and placed it in front of the young man's forehead. As the moonlight flashed, a quiet breath flowed into the young man's body.

"I am willing to listen to your sorrow, and to accept such sorrow, and...give you hope!"

Dean's voice became gentle.

Let lost his father. After undergoing great changes, the young man who felt the dark side of the world for the first time had a sense of belonging, almost subconsciously. The young man said: "Please give me hope-I don't want to leave the blast tribe!"

As soon as such words were uttered, the young man felt wrong.

He is no longer the original patriarch's son, and within a week of his father's death, he has understood that he is no longer the so-called heir.

He didn't have the honor he deserved.

The gaze that had originally admired also became strange.

The flattery of the past has become more and more vicious.

really. As the young man guessed, the next moment. The sarcasm appeared--

"Rand, what are you talking about?"

"It's a great gift to be able to let you leave the Storm Tribe!"

"Huh, such a guy who doesn't know good or bad should be hanged!"

"He also regards himself as the heir of the Storm Tribe!"

...

Sentence after sentence, like a knife, cut the young man's heart that was already violently shaken by grief.

Standing there, Rand Hayate's whole body trembled.

The young man had no idea how to refute these words, especially when he thought of the humility of these people before him, an inexplicable emotion began to brew in the young man's heart.

It is anger and hatred.

More are at a loss.

"You should be angry, but you should not hate, and you should not be overwhelmed-because I listen to your sadness, and I am willing to smooth it!"

Following Dean's words, Dean's palm was directly on the young man's forehead.

At the same time, the moonlight that had only bloomed in the palm of his hand began to flash all over Dean.

Then, these moonlights shone in all directions.

Seeing this scene, everyone had an idea--

The moon fell into the world.

Especially young people feel the deepest.

His eyes were completely filled with moonlight, making him feel a little dependent.

Immediately, this little feeling filled the young man's heart, allowing the empty, cold heart to regain filling and...temperature.

Whoosh!

And just when the people of the Storm Tribe were uncertain, a burst of air broke out.

Even if it was blocked by moonlight, when the sound of breaking through the sky sounded, people's eyes still keenly caught a sheathed sword flying out of an unknown place and falling into Dean's hands.

"The Sword of Wind?!"

The exclamation sounded one after another.

Then, before everyone else could react, Dean gave the Sword of Wind to the young man, and it was completely handed over to—

Cang!

The long sword was unsheathed, and the blade flicked between the young man's palms.

When the scarlet blood flowed over the metal blade, the sharpness on the blade instantly converged.

What's even more amazing is that the long sword quickly broke free of Dean's palm, spinning and flying around the young man's body.

Rand Hayate felt the sudden **** in his heart.

He could clearly feel all the information from the Sword of Wind.

Almost subconsciously, Rand Hayate stretched out his palm and held the sword of the wind in his hand.

Hum!

The sword of the gale trembles again and again, making a pleasant buzzing sound.

"When you hold hope in your hand, never give up!"

Dean said intentionally.

The young man nodded vigorously, looking at the people behind him who had flattered, bowed and bowed to him, but after the death of his father, the sword of the wind became extremely vicious and cynic.

After catching the eyes of the teenagers, the faces of these people suddenly changed, and some of them backed away again and again.

"My patriarch, please forgive me for my previous rudeness! I would like to tell you a piece of news about your father's assassination..."

One of those people suddenly walked out of the crowd and said so.

Rand Haefeng stepped forward subconsciously and made an appearance of listening.

"go to hell!"

After a minute closer to Rand blast, the man yelled with a hideous face ~www.readwn.com~, and the whole person rushed towards Rand blast with a black mist.

However, a ray of moonlight appeared on the opponent.

Suddenly, he tied the opponent in place.

"Dean Kenzelgang! I won't forgive you under the crown!"

The black mist on the opponent's body quickly swallowed, and at the same time, a violent wave began to appear.

ps second more~

Decadence seemed to catch a cold in the afternoon when I went to bed, my stomach was so uncomfortable...

Thanks to the prodigal son wandering around the world, the reward of turtle0920200 starting currency, Huyang 1979, Fengchen Wujie, the gods, the gods, the gods and the gods, the rewards of the 10 starting currency~~~Decadence bow again and thank you for your support~~~ to be continued……)

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