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Chapter 259 Brother Wei, please wait.

As soon as Ana finished speaking, the air around the altar seemed to freeze instantly.

Everyone's gaze was drawn as if by invisible threads, all turning to look at the mysterious figure who had appeared out of nowhere inside the altar.

But the pause was only brief; the crowd suddenly became agitated again.

"The messenger of the gods has never come to our tribe. Is he really a messenger of the gods?"

"After that loud bang, he appeared out of thin air at the altar! And that smoke—ordinary smoke doesn't have such a strong fragrance! I'm certain he must be a divine messenger!"

"I never imagined that the Divine Envoy was so noble and mysterious! Compared to him, our witch doctor is utterly pathetic!"

"Shh, don't talk nonsense! The Divine Envoy is of a different status from the Witch Doctor, how can you make such a comparison!"

A cacophony of sounds rose and fell, all flooding the witch doctor's ears.

The witch doctor's face beneath the mask turned ashen with rage, yet he dared not make a move.

He stared warily at the uninvited guest before him.

This person's attire is clearly an attempt to imitate the costumes of the priests of the ancient witch tribe.

Could it be that during the decade or so that he left the witch clan, a new priest was elected within the clan?

The moment the idea popped into his head, it was immediately rejected by the witch doctor.

No, not possible!

He firmly believed that gods existed in the world, but even if the witches had extraordinary abilities, it was impossible for them to appear out of thin air!

Moreover, even if they were truly priests, they would never come to this remote and impoverished little tribe.

Therefore, this person must not be a member of the Wu tribe.

Then there's only one possibility!

The thought flashed through the witch doctor's mind like lightning, giving him a jolt.

He took a deep breath, and with a hint of uncertainty, cautiously asked, "Are you the Divine Envoy?"

Li Qingqing stared at the witch doctor for a few seconds, silently thinking about the perfect time to speak.

Her gaze pierced through the black and gold mask, staring straight at the witch doctor until the witch doctor's back was beaded with sweat and he was about to lose his composure.

Only then did she slowly speak with satisfaction, "Wasn't it you who summoned this divine messenger?"

The voice was deep and mellow, without a trace of color, completely different from her usual voice; it was something Li Qingqing did intentionally.

After all, there's Protector-General Wei here. If he recognizes my voice and runs away in fright, it will be troublesome.

Li Qingqing's voice didn't frighten Wei Duhu, but what she said stunned everyone.

The entire venue fell into a deathly silence once again.

The witch doctor was completely stunned, his mind blank.

Him? The summoner of the gods?

What a ridiculous joke!

Although he inherited the ancient incantation techniques of the Wu tribe from a young age, he only learned a little bit and could barely cope with the tribe's minor illnesses.

But can he summon divine messengers?

I'm afraid even that young Meng from the Witch Clan, who possessed a rare talent for witchcraft, might not have had this ability!

The witch doctor opened his mouth, unsure how to respond.

In the instant he was stunned, Li Qingqing spoke again, her voice devoid of any warmth, yet seemingly tinged with a hint of anger.

"This place is filled with malevolent energy. If you had not sincerely summoned me, would I have set foot here? Now that I, the divine messenger, am right before you, you are blind and doubtful!"

When these words were spoken, everyone was shocked.

"Greetings, Your Excellency the Divine Envoy!!" Ana cleverly called out from the crowd at the opportune moment.

The entire scene descended into chaos.

It is unclear who took the lead in kneeling down, but soon after, everyone outside the altar prostrated themselves on the ground.

The witch doctor was so excited that he couldn't react for a moment.

He stared blankly at his outstretched hands, muttering to himself, "Could it be...could it be that I possess a power that I myself am unaware of?"

"Splash!" A clear column of water suddenly appeared out of thin air.

Without warning, the water poured down directly onto the witch doctor's head, soaking him from head to toe!

At the same time, Li Qingqing's voice followed.

"I have heard all your prayers! I have come here to relieve you of the calamity of the dried-up mountain spring!"

Witch Doctor: ...!!!

The witch doctor shuddered, his eyes widening instantly as he began to believe it was all real.

He didn't care that he was soaked to the bone, and quickly knelt down on the ground.

Cold water dripped straight down the witch doctor's head.

A few drops even seeped through the mask and into the corner of his lips, which he involuntarily licked.

Hmm, the spring water that fell from the sky tastes a little sweet?

All of this happened in the blink of an eye. When everyone looked up, they saw the witch doctor soaked in water, with water stains on the ground.

Recalling the scene of water extinguishing the fire just now, everyone immediately thought that the divine messenger must have displayed his divine power again!

The crowd was stunned at first, then exclaimed in surprise.

"It's holy water! The divine messenger has sent down holy water!"

Chief Ying kept his eyes fixed on the mysterious visitor, but because Li Qingqing had her back to him, he did not see how the holy water descended.

But the three sentences Li Qingqing had just said were like thunderclaps, making him feel extremely uneasy.

Then he saw that even the shaman he trusted so much was prostrate on the ground. He hurriedly sprang up from his animal-skin seat, intending to pay his respects.

But at that moment, he turned his head and found that Protector Wei had already quietly left his seat and was about to step out of the earthen embankment outside the altar.

"Brother Wei, please wait!"

Chief Ying didn't have time to think it through, fearing that the divine messenger would blame him.

He darted forward, swiftly grabbed Wei Duhu by the back of his collar, and pulled him back with a "whoosh."

"Brother Wei, come quickly and join me in paying our respects to the Divine Envoy!"

Wei Duhu was caught off guard when the leader of the Ying tribe pulled him, causing him to stumble and fall heavily to his knees with a thud.

His knees hit the hard mud, and the pain almost brought tears to his eyes.

Protector of Wei: ...

He didn't believe in any divine messengers! It was just a bunch of mystification!

Upon careful recollection, he realized that the deafening roar he had just heard was clearly the sound of a black fireball exploding!

Could it be that people from the border city have caught up with us?

No, he has to escape for his life!

Protector Wei gritted his teeth, trying to get up by pushing himself up from the ground, but Chief Ying yanked hard on his clothes, anxiously whispering words of advice.

"Brother Wei, please bear with it. This is the Divine Envoy! If we offend him, our tribe's spring water will never return!"

The chieftain of Ying had long trusted the witch doctor and naturally believed in gods and ghosts.

Seeing that the witch doctor was already prostrating himself in worship, he was even more convinced of the divine messenger's arrival.

If the mountain spring were to dry up and the sweet spring were to never return, wouldn't the Ying tribe, which he had painstakingly built up over the years, be rendered useless?

Thinking of this, Chief Ying gripped Protector Wei's clothes even tighter.

Wei Duhu was seething with anger, but dared not vent it. He was about to struggle to get up.

Suddenly, a pair of brand-new animal skin boots appeared in front of him, and he subconsciously looked up.

Before he could even see who it was, he heard a splash, as if someone had poured a bucket of cold water over his head.

The water instantly rushed into his collar, making the hairs on his body stand on end, and Wei Duhu jumped up in fright.

The leader of the Ying tribe was startled by his sudden action, and unconsciously tightened his grip, pressing his palm firmly against Wei Duhu's back.

"Pfft!"

Wei Duhu lost his balance, his knee slipped, and he fell face-first to the ground!