26 The Night of the Blood Red Moon (1/2)
The Night of the Blood Red Moon
The one-eyed man waited for a long time before he was summoned. When he was called, he entered the tent respectfully. After an hour, he exited the tent with an ecstatic expression, his mannerisms still respectful as he left.
Within the purple tent were two elderly men with completely white hair but their eyes still held a lot of life and vigor. Before them laid a very normal looking, empty small bottle.
One of the old men who wore a white robe held a pill between his fingers. He looked at it for a while. Then slowly, his gaze was filled with surprise and uncertainty.
He sank into deep thought for a moment after which he brought the pill to his nose and took a sniff. He closed his eyes in concentration. After a long moment, he opened his eyes abruptly.
”It’s just like he said. This pill has unbelievable effects! I’ve been in Wind Stream Tribe for many years but I’ve never seen such a thing in my life. By the looks of it, it doesn’t seem to be a medicine made from a long time ago either. There isn’t any sign of age on it so, it’s clear that it has just been made recently!”
”Just what is this…?”
”It’s a pity a long time has passed since the trade took place. The Fallen Berserker is not an easy person to deal with either or else we might get to know how this pill was made,” the other old man spoke slowly.
”Don’t be reckless. A person who can produce such an item is either a very powerful Berserker in the Blood Solidification Realm... or a Fallen Berserker at the Awakening Realm who came from somewhere else. Brother Zhou, let me take this thing back to the tribe. Perhaps the Elder in Wind Stream Tribe can identify it.” As the old man in white spoke, he carefully placed the pill back into the small bottle. Then he waved his right hand and the small bottle disappeared.
”You do that.” The old man sitting before him nodded his head.
”This item is too important. I’ll be taking my leave first. If I get any information, I’ll tell you.” The old man in white stood up. He then held his fist and palm together as a salute towards the old man called Zhou. He quickly left the purple tent. The moment he stepped out of the tent, the outline of his body became distorted. He turned into white mist and rose into the sky. Instantly, he disappeared.
Daylight had almost arrived. On the vast plains some distance away from the square, was a big tribe. The size of the tribe was almost equivalent to the size of a city. It was surrounded by six other tribes the size of Dark Mountain Tribe. In the very middle was a big city made of stone and dirt!
The city looked magnificent like a giant beast had arrived on the land. The citizens within the city alone numbered more than thousands. It was not something Dark Mountain Tribe could ever hope to overcome.
The six surrounding tribes were affiliated with the city. Some of them were conquered by Wind Stream Tribe while some sought protection when some sort of disaster befell them and they became part of Wind Stream Tribe.
Wind Stream Tribe was a medium sized tribe but it was still considered weak for a medium sized tribe. After all, Dark Mountain was located at a rather rural area in the world. However it was precisely because of that, Wind Stream Tribe could rule over the entire area and accept tributes offered by numerous smaller tribes. It was also the only tribe in Dark Mountain that was qualified to contact members of the Berserker Tribe belonging to the upper class.
As the sun began to light up the sky, a white mist flew across the sky. It gathered outside the city and transformed into the old man in white.
The old man looked solemn as he immediately walked into the city. On the way, he met other members of Wind Stream Tribe. All of them would stop and bow towards him respectfully.
At the center of the city was a completely dark altar. The altar was built in the shape of a pentagon and was 100 feet tall. There was a drawing of a bird on it. The altar looked as if it was left behind since ancient times.
The old man in white stood underneath the altar respectfully. After a moment, a gentle voice traveled from the top of the altar.
”Shi Hai, what is it?”
”Elder, I was at Zhou Ran’s square and saw a medication I’ve never seen before. The effects of this herb are incredible…” The old man in white took a deep breath and spoke in a low voice.
”Oh? Let me see it,” the gentle voice spoke slowly from atop the altar.
The old man in white lifted his right hand and bright light appeared from his palm. A small bottle materialized itself instantly. Then, as if there was some mysterious force attracting the small bottle, it floated upwards slowly towards the altar.
It was quiet around the area. The only sounds were that of the wind passing by. The wind caused the old man’s robes to flutter. He stood there, as still as a statue and waited silently.
After a moment, the gentle voice spoke once again but this time, there was a tinge of surprise in it!
”There’s only one?”
”Only one,” the old man in white replied immediately.
”I’ve never seen a medication like this before… The makeup of this medication is something I don’t understand… And it’s clear this was made not too long ago… Who brought this to the square?” The gentle voice spoke solemnly.
”A Fallen Berserker,” the old man in white spoke in a low tone.
”Find him. Use all the resources we have and find him! Tell him to join Wind Stream Tribe and I will treat him as a permanent guest here!” The gentle voice exclaimed almost immediately after the old man spoke the last syllable.
The old man in white took a deep breath and complied to the order respectfully. He could identify that the medicine was out of ordinary but he did not expect the Elder to invite the person to Wind Stream Tribe as a permanent guest. The status of a permanent guest was treated with extreme respect. Besides the tribe leader, the Elder and few other people, they were treated almost with the same importance as the other leaders of the tribe.