The Rebirth of Crazy Ger

The Beast Mountain is on the west side of the tribe. After leaving the tribe, pass through the safe area, and then pass a small path, you can see the Beast Mountain.

The Beast Mountain is high into the sky, and the top of the mountain is filled with white mist. Looking up from the foot of the mountain, the mountain seems to pass through the sky and reach the fairyland that ordinary people cannot reach...

It borders the sky and the earth, majestic and magnificent.

Wang Jin watched and couldn't help being dumbfounded...

He didn't really believe it when he heard Mu Geer say that there is a beast **** on the beast mountain. He thought it was just the belief of the tribal people, but now that he saw the mountain with his own eyes, Wang Jin believed it.

Only gods would live in such a place surrounded by fairy spirit...

"Sit still." A man's voice suddenly came from his ear, Wang Jin's calf was clamped tightly, his knuckles were tightened, and the fur under his hand was tightened.

He is now sitting on the man's beast-shaped white tiger. The man felt sorry for his red and swollen feet, so he turned into a beast shape and flew all the way from the tribe with him on his back. At this moment, the man was planning to fly to the top of the mountain with Wang Jin on his back.

Wang Jin lay on the white tiger and buried his face in the soft hair to block the oncoming stinging cold wind. The white mist trickled past his eyes, and after a while, the scenery in front of him suddenly became clear.

After the white mist, above the clouds, the top of the mountain turned out to be flat. I don't know whether the flat top was a natural force or a man-made miracle, but it was ground into a circle, and there was a bulge near the center of the circle.

The man stopped in the sky above that place and slowly fell, falling to the ground and turning into a human form.

Wang Jin went down to the ground and looked at the protrusion curiously. There was a hole there. The hole was very narrow, and the scene inside the hole could not be seen clearly from the outside.

Don't look at the tall and numerous trees on this mountain, but on the top of the mountain, there are bare... let alone trees, not even a single weed.

The man stepped forward and gently took Wang Jin's hand.

The callused hand suddenly wrapped itself around him, and the warmth spread from the place where it touched, Wang Jin's fingertips shrank from the heat, and his knuckles were trembling slightly...

The little brother's hand was trembling in his palm, but the movement was not too big, but just that little tremor scratched the man's palm, making the man's knuckles half numb.

Someone's heartbeat suddenly missed a beat, it was beating extremely fast and extremely loud, as if the heart was right next to their ears, thumping.

"..."

"..."

Following the sound of their heartbeats, the two glanced at each other, met each other's sight, and turned away very quickly. The panicked appearance seemed to be shy and concealed by the other party seeing the little secret in their hearts.

Obviously they have already got married and even have more intimate behaviors, but at this moment, the two of them still seem to be in love...

The two of them turned their backs to each other, and their eyes were clearly moved away from each other, but after a while, they couldn't help but sneak a look at each other.

The hands that were holding each other trembled, but no one broke away.

Terrible! This kind of intimacy seems to be more touching than direct intimacy.

Wang Jin's heart beat as if it was about to jump out of his throat. He coughed lightly, suppressed the restless heartbeat, and stammered, "Yes... do you want to go in?"

Yuan Heng twitched his knuckles, and expertly pinched the back of the brother's hand with his fingertips. Wang Jin let out a small exclamation, which was like the sobbing of a milk cat, sticky and soft.

Yuan Heng's ears felt hot when he heard it, and he hurriedly replied: "Well, let's go in."

After that, he dragged the brother and walked in together.

Go in and pass a long staircase, and then there is a very spacious hole.

As soon as he entered the cave, the man let go of Wang Jin's hand, restrained the tenderness on his face, and stood upright, looking a little heavy.

In the center of the hole is the skeleton of a tiger. The skeleton is huge, and there are two extra wing bones on both sides.

The whole skeleton is very complete, except that there is no skin and flesh, it looks like it is alive, standing in the center majestic and heroic.

The Danmu tribe is a group of beasts and tigers. All the orcs in the tribe are tigers. They call this place Beast Mountain, and they say that there is a beast **** on it... There is only one skeleton here. Then, this is the beast that the Danmu tribe said God?

Wang Jin turned to look at the man as if seeking proof.

But he found that the man's expression became very solemn, as if he had met someone important.

He took a step forward and knelt down in front of the skeleton: "Grandpa, I brought my brother to see you."

Grandfather... grandpa? !

Wang Jin's knees softened, and he knelt beside the man. He looked at the skeleton in astonishment, and asked the man, "The beast **** is your grandfather?"

"Beast God?" The man was puzzled, and Wang Jin murmured: "Amu told me that there is a Beast God living on this mountain... The stone was begged from the Beast God."

Hearing this, the man shook his head and said, "This Beast Mountain has always been the place where my White Tiger Wing Clan puts the remains."

"White Tiger Wing Clan...was it your previous clan?" This was the first time Wang Jin heard a man talk about his former clan.

The man's eyes darkened, he nodded slightly, and bowed twice to the skeleton, and Wang Jin hurriedly followed him.

After the worship, the man seemed to be in a bad mood. He got up with a blank expression on his face, and turned a certain switch aside, the stone wall of the cave turned away, and there were countless small holes dug out inside. There are porcelain jars one by one.

It looks like a columbarium.

"These are?" Wang Jin walked up to Yuan Heng and stood still. The sudden appearance of so many porcelain jars made his scalp tingle.

"These are all members of my White Tiger Wing Clan..."

"!" An urn? ! All clansmen? Does this mean that all the members of the White Tiger Wing Clan are dead except the man?

Wang Jin was taken aback, and saw the man kneeling down on a wall where two porcelain jars were placed, and bowed to them a few times. Wang Jin didn't know whose ashes were in those two jars, but instinctively bowed to them.

After the ceremony, the man looked at the two porcelain pots, his lips pursed and pursed until they formed a line... After a long time, he said dumbly: "Father, daddy..."

His voice was low and hoarse, which made people feel inexplicably uncomfortable.

Wang Jin looked at the two porcelain jars in astonishment.

He knew that the man was an orphan, but he didn't expect that his relatives had already...

Wang Jin hurriedly bowed again several times, the man softened his eyes and looked at the two jars of ashes, as if he saw his parents in front of him.

The man didn't speak, and Wang Jin didn't dare to open his mouth at this moment. There was only the sound of the wind whistling in the cave, which seemed desolate and sad.

For a moment, Wang Jin's heart seemed to be churning like waves, completely chaotic.

The orcs in the beastman world rely on their clans to live. They will be there wherever the clans are. Only with their clans can they have a sense of belonging to the clan. This sense of belonging cannot be given by Xiaojia... It is the root of a beastman's heart.

Although the man is now a member of the Danmu tribe, but in the final analysis, he is still the orc of the White Tiger Wing tribe. The White Tiger Wing tribe is the man's tribe and the root of the man...

But if all the members of the White Tiger Wing Clan are dead except him, it is equivalent to the fact that his clan has been exterminated... If the clan is exterminated, the root of a man will be gone...

Wang Jin finally understood why Yuan Heng looked so heavy the moment he entered.

Come to see the tomb of your own ethnic group...can it not be heavy? !

Wang Jin looked at the man, the man softened his brows, and his handsome face became even more dazzling because of his softness, making it impossible to look away.

He seemed to be the same as usual, but Wang Jin felt the lonely breath emanating from him, which lingered around him, as if isolating him in a world of one person, and no one around him could get close to him.

Wang Jin was inexplicably flustered. He got up, wanting to get close to the man and break into the man's world. Unexpectedly, the knees that had been kneeling for a long time softened as soon as he stood up. The ground, was picked up by the man next to him with one hand, and pulled into his arms.

"You little brother, if you don't look at you, you will fall on the spot."

His voice was full of helplessness and indulgence, just like usual, but the loneliness wrapped around his brows couldn't be removed no matter what.

His figure was stalwart, and his physique was many times stronger than his, but Wang Jin felt that men nowadays were so fragile and needed protection and comfort.

It was rare for Wang Jin not to refute. Instead, he stuck himself very close to him. After sticking for a while, he seemed to feel that this was not enough, so he cheekily buried his face in the man's arms.

Just now he looked shy and uncomfortable, but this time he took the initiative to get close to him again.

The man was helpless, so he heard the brother say sullenly: "You are not the only one in the White Tiger Wing Clan. I married you, and I am also a member of the White Tiger Wing Clan. You...you can't leave me behind."

The man froze for a moment, his light-colored pupils shrank violently, and then slowly recovered...

The brother was lying softly in his arms, his soft voice with a strong nasal sound, because he seemed a little unhappy because he was stuffy in his arms, and he pulled him tightly as if he was afraid of being left behind. Rubbing his front, she stuck very close to him as if worrying about him and comforting him, so close that she seemed to melt herself into his flesh and blood.

The man paused suddenly, and his heart suddenly became warm and soft as if being flowed by a warm current... He stretched out his arms and hugged that delicate brother, his heart was filled to the brim. After driving away, all that was left was the dependent and clingy appearance of that brother.

Yeah, he's not alone anymore...and he's not alone in his pack!

This guy...

The man's heart was so soft that he stretched out his hand to rub his numb knee, his voice was so soft that he could drown someone.

"Does it still hurt?"

Wang Jin shook his head. As soon as the man recovered, his face became hot and his heart was beating uncontrollably. He hurriedly got up and slightly pushed the man away, and awkwardly changed the subject: "That... that stone Well... didn't you say that you can ask for stones here?"

Yuan Heng heard the words and looked at one place, Wang Jin followed and found that it was a small path, the only one in this cave.

Yuan Heng got up and led Wang Jin through the path.

After the trail, there is another cave. The walls of the cave are covered with colorful stones...the whole cave is magnificent.

"This is it." Yuan Heng turned to look at Wang Jin.

Wang Jin looked at it in amazement, moved this and touched that, those stones were embedded in the stone wall, if you want to take it away, you have to pick it up, even with Wang Jin's strength, you can't pick it off, but it's a piece of cake for the orcs Disc.

Looking at the stones, Wang Jin muttered suspiciously: "If there is no beast god, why is there a rule that you can only get a stone by kneeling up?"

The man had excellent hearing. Hearing Wang Jin's words, he chuckled and said, "Prayers do exist, but what they pray for is 'beast gods', and what I pray for is 'ancestors'."

Wang Jin paused, there was no difference, the man and the Danmu tribe both sought the same person, but that person held different positions in each other's hearts.