Chapter 437 The primitive tribe hidden in the cave.
Chapter 437 The primitive tribe hidden in the cave.
Mount Fuji, a majestic dormant volcano, is crowned with a mysterious lake formed by the accumulation of water in its crater. The lake water appears exceptionally blue under the summer sun, resembling a gem from another world.
Before boarding the flight to Japan, William had already booked a room in a hot spring hotel at the foot of Mount Fuji.
Like Zoey, he too was there for tourism. .π
Had Zoey not insisted on coming, William, even aware of the reincarnation of a deity of witchcraft, would not have bothered to intervene.
The reincarnation of Moros, a deity of witchcraft, was of little concern to William.
From William’s understanding of the deity of witchcraft, while they were somewhat barbaric, they were not inherently murderous.
During the era of the gods, the deity of witchcraft saved many human lives, helping control epidemics and disasters.
Almost every significant human tribe had a witch doctor, whose duty was to heal the sick, drive away ferocious beasts and enemies for the tribe.
At that time, the deity of witchcraft treated humans almost like their subjects.
If a tribe faced an attack by powerful beasts, they would personally intervene to slay the beasts upon receiving prayers from the tribe’s witch doctor.
Even after their fall, the deity of witchcraft selected talented humans to pass on their knowledge of witchcraft.
Thus, initially, the majority of humans worshiped the deity of witchcraft.
Granting powers to a human in the Divine Realm is energy-consuming. In that tumultuous realm, even a slight decrease in strength could invite fatal danger.
Later, due to various reasons and the rise of new ideologies, witchcraft declined, leading many uninformed people to believe that all witchcraft was harmful.
William was quite confident about Moros.
He believed that unless dealing with Shapeshifters, Moros was unlikely to harm others.
However, there was a caveat, especially for single women encountering members of the Crimson Emissaries Guild who still adhered to the customs of their primitive tribes.
It was very likely that they could be knocked unconscious and taken away to become wives.
Such practices, deeply ingrained in their tradition, were a stark contrast to contemporary civilized society and were decidedly to be resisted.
William and his group played in the hot spring hotel for a full three days, and Steven was already unable to restrain himself and called Zoey to inquire about the situation.
But Moros did not launch another attack.
“Oh no! The vacation is over!” Zoey also expressed her helplessness after receiving Steven’s call.
William didn’t mind, he let Marcellus lead the way, and then went deep into the primitive forest of Mount Fuji with Zoey and the others.
“Are you really a friend of our deity of witchcraft?” Marcellus had been conversing with William over the past three days.
Initially, William’s actions led to Marcellus being beaten up several times, but after hearing William speak the pure language of the ancient tribal witchcraft, Marcellus grew considerably friendlier.
He knew that only their tribal witches and the deity of witchcraft knew this language.
William responded with a smile, “I guess you could say we’re friends. Do you think anyone would dare to pretend to be a friend of the deity of witchcraft?”
Marcellus vehemently shook his head, “Blasphemy against the gods is a capital offense!”
“Exactly, you understand this, so why would I pretend to be a friend of a deity?” William looked at Marcellus, who was the epitome of a numbskull.
Even though the tribal witches had extraordinary abilities, they couldn’t extend their lifespans like Soulancers.
In fact, their lifespans were often shorter than average people’s because they used their own life force to heal others.
Over the three days, Marcellus’s attitude towards William underwent a drastic change, and he constantly bombarded William with questions.
Zoey overheard their incessant chatter but soon lost interest.
True to her nature, she didn’t even wonder why William knew such a bizarre language.
They continued towards the deepest part of the jungle.
Marcellus revealed that he wasn’t the only one who had ventured out from the tribe.
It can only be said that he was quite unlucky. Wandering around, he ended up in New York, a place teeming with 13th Bureau staff.
He just happened to take a fancy to a robust woman and fell for her at first sight…
On the street, he knocked someone unconscious and carried her away, all the while strutting arrogantly, as if flaunting his ostentatious pectoral muscles to the world.
Is there no justice anymore?
Someone immediately called the police, and he knocked down a bunch of officers, continuing to carry the woman, preparing to find a cave to complete the grand task of reproducing.
The police had no choice but to report to the 13th Bureau, leading Zoey to personally take action and arrest him.
If it weren’t for Steven recognizing the totem tattooed on the man’s body, he would probably have spent a few months in the 13th Bureau’s cage.
William didn’t deliberately quicken his pace.
These past few days, he had gone to see Alice at the bottom of the cliff.
She was completely immersed in a meditative state, enhancing her strength and unable to extricate herself. Even if William brought her coffee, she wouldn’t be able to drink it.
Zoey and William had spent two nights in the forest before arriving at an inconspicuous cave.
This cave was clearly a large magical formation.
The people inside had been in hiding for thousands of years, known to the outside world as the Crimson Emissaries Guild. In reality, they were not a guild at all, but a large ancient tribe.
As they approached the cave entrance, a group of men armed with bone spears and faces painted with colorful designs emerged from the shadows and surrounded them.
Marcellus Ironclad quickly spread his arms and shouted, “Stop! He’s a friend of the deity of witchcraft!”
Yes!
Only him!
In Marcellus’s eyes, only this man, who had caused him to be beaten up several times, was a friend of the deity of witchcraft. Zoey, on the other hand, was a despicable outsider!
With Marcellus Ironclad leading the way, William and the others faced no obstacles and entered the cave directly.
Entering the cave, William couldn’t help but think of the Italian horror movie “Cannibal Holocaust.”
Passing through the cave was like entering a whole new world.
The land was open and flat, with well-structured houses, fertile fields, beautiful ponds, and bamboo groves. The paths were well-traveled, and the sound of chickens and dogs could be heard…
However, before they could steady themselves, a voice rang out, “Children of the Shapeshifters, I didn’t expect you to dare come here!”
Hearing this voice, Marcellus’s face changed dramatically!
Shapeshifters?
He stared at William, his eyes filled with hateful glare, “Despicable Shapeshifters, daring to impersonate a friend of the deity of witchcraft!”
The men holding bone spears became more vigilant, ready to pierce William and his companions with countless holes.
Last time, the Shapeshifters attacked and killed many of their warriors. If it weren’t for the timely reincarnation of the deity of witchcraft, their entire tribe would have been nearly annihilated.
Luna and Erebus were ready to fight.
After so many years, the Shapeshifters and the ancient witches seemed naturally opposed. Although the people in front of them did not have the bloodline of the deity of witchcraft, they were followers of the deity of witchcraft.
Even Luna and Erebus did not underestimate the bone spears in these people’s hands. The spears, with blood flowing on them and inscribed with mysterious witchcraft spells, emitted a terrifying aura.
If stabbed, even the strongest Shapeshifter lord would not escape unscathed.
“Children, disperse! You are no match for them!” Moros’s voice sounded, and the tribal warriors carefully dispersed.
The space where William and his group were seemed as if it had frozen.
Luna and Erebus’s faces turned extremely ugly. Were they about to confront the deity of witchcraft head-on?
It was also uncertain whether William would step in to helpβ¦
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