My Giant Nation

After traveling for ten years, Yang Muyun had already mastered the language and words of the barbarians and became a true barbarian.

Yang Muyun, who had no ambition, only wanted to live his life in peace. However, this humble wish was also turned into a bubble in a night attack.

Flames and blood flew everywhere in the tribe. There were figures fighting everywhere. Screams of death and snowflakes fell on the ground. The snow was tainted into darkness.

This was the first time Yang Muyun had heard the sound of flesh and bones being torn apart. His heart was filled with extreme fear, followed by a strange excitement.

An indescribable power surged and surged in the depths of Yang Muyun's bloodline. The dormant power in his bloodline quickly awakened, and he couldn't wait to break free from the shackles of his body.

The demon's whisper was like sticky turpentine, stuck in the ears and eyes, and could not be pulled out. The manic heat poured into the ears and instantly filled the skull, roasting the chaotic brain in all directions.

Yang Muyun's ears buzzed, and his head swelled and throbbed as if it would split open in the next second.

Finally, Yang Muyun could no longer suppress the restlessness in his body. He raised his head and let out a wild howl.

However, at this moment, a palm that emitted a bone-chilling coldness pinched the back of Yang Muyun's neck.

A cold sensation spread out from the back of his neck, as if countless ice needles had condensed and exploded in his body, piercing into his limbs and bones, and even nailing his internal organs.

Yang Muyun's teeth chattered, and he forcefully bit off half of the howl and swallowed it back.

An old voice sounded in Yang Muyun's ear," Child, don't listen, don't look, don't think. Go back to sleep. You'll be fine after a good night's sleep."

Yang Muyun tried his best to open his eyes wide, but his eyes were instantly filled with blue ice crystals. Then, his blank mind was dyed ice blue.

After an unknown period of time, Yang Muyun shivered and woke up slowly.

" Shaman!" Seeing the person beside him, Yang Muyun immediately rolled over and knelt down." Lord Shaman!" he said respectfully.

Next to him, the old man known as Lord Shaman sat on the stone slab. He stretched out his hand that was like a withered branch from the animal skin and placed it on the bonfire to roast it. Then, he retracted it into his sleeve, as if he wanted to put the flames rising from the bonfire into his sleeve.

The flickering flames parted the shadows and revealed the Shaman's skinny face.

The oil paint on his face was bright and beautiful, but it could not cover the ashen color emitted from his skin.

At this moment, he heard the name " Lord Shaman " again. Yang Muyun realized that there was someone else beside him, but there was only one person.

The Shaman moved, and the animal skin he wore rippled like water. He placed his palms on the ground, but he couldn't stand up even after trying a few times.

In the end, the Shaman sighed helplessly and raised the bone staff on his leg.

"You two are the last survivors of the tribe," the Shaman said in a hoarse voice.

Hearing this, Yang Muyun felt a pain in his heart and tears flowed out of his eyes. The other person immediately burst into tears and then slowly turned into a furious roar.

"Shut up!"

The Shaman coughed, and the bone staff beside him flashed with a blue light. The skull handle at the top spewed out a circular ice mist.

Yang Muyun felt the bone-chilling coldness again. The other person gritted his teeth and his face trembled.

The Shaman coughed again, and a trace of blood seeped out of the corner of his mouth.

" Spring has arrived. The snow will melt soon. The weather outside will warm up. The newborn babies in the tribe will be able to run on the ground soon. There will be more next year."

A nostalgic look appeared on the Shaman's face, and then he shook his head sadly.

"Unfortunately, only the two of you are left."

The Shaman waved at Yang Muyun, who immediately took two steps forward and stood in front of the Shaman.

" Child, you're different from others. You didn't cry when you were born. You're a born warrior."

Hearing this, Yang Muyun's heart skipped a beat. He thought to himself,"I forgot. Fortunately, I was treated as a warrior. If I was treated as a demon, I wouldn't have lived until now."

However, Shaman's next words almost made Yang Muyun jump.

" Child, your eyes have the light of wisdom that doesn't belong to barbarians. Your past doesn't belong here, and your future doesn't belong here."

Cold sweat rolled down Yang Muyun's brow and into his eyes, stinging them.

Fortunately, the Shaman did not continue. Instead, he sighed." If the tribe has your bloodline, you can take root here. I can rest assured." What a pity, what a pity…"

Yang Muyun rubbed his eyes. He didn't say anything, nor did he dare to say anything.

Shaman looked at Yang Muyun helplessly and then at the other survivor.

"Forget it, forget it."

With that, Shaman took out a scroll from his pocket and instructed Yang Muyun to open it.

Yang Muyun took it and suddenly felt a weight on it. The weight of this scroll was surprisingly heavy.

The scroll was about the size of Yang Muyun's forearm. It was made of an unknown animal skin, but there were scale-like patterns under its skin. When his fingertips touched it, it was still a little warm.

At first, Yang Muyun thought that it was the Shaman's body temperature, but after holding it in his hand for more than ten breaths, the warmth did not decrease at all. Yang Muyun instantly understood that this was the characteristic of the animal skin itself.

" Open it," the Shaman urged weakly." Hurry."

Yang Muyun, who was distracted, immediately came back to his senses. He grabbed the edge of the scroll and spread it open.

However, during the process of unfolding the scroll, Yang Muyun found that the scroll was very tight. It was not tightly stuck together, but a strange force was imprisoning the scroll.

Yang Muyun used all his strength, but only a small section of the scroll was opened. It was estimated to be only one-tenth of the length. Everything that entered his eyes was black, and only a faint blood-red pattern appeared in the inner part.

Yang Muyun continued to open the scroll curiously, but no matter how hard he tried, the scroll did not budge.

Another survivor saw this scene and immediately felt that his chance to show off had come. He moved forward and said," Shaman, let me do it. I'm strong."

" Get lost!" the Shaman shouted." Stay away!"

At this moment, the Shaman was like an angry lion with its mouth wide open.

This was the first time the man had seen the Shaman like this. He immediately curled up and rolled backward with his hands around his knees.

The Shaman's aura only lasted for a few breaths before he collapsed on the stone slab.

The bone staff that he had been holding with one hand had now become two hands. It was as if his entire body's weight was pressed on the staff, and it was as if he had relied on the staff to support himself from falling to the ground.

The Shaman panted heavily. Drops of sweat seeped out of his forehead, as if these drops of sweat had taken away the last trace of vitality. His already skinny cheeks and hands became even shrivelled, and the sound of bones cracking could even be heard.

The sound was like the explosion of wood burning in a bonfire.

"Shaman, what are you doing?" Yang Muyun asked.

The Shaman did not answer. Instead, he stared at the scroll that had been opened. His lips moved quickly and made a series of strange sounds.

It was a language that Mu Yun had never heard of before. It was neither the language of the tribe nor the language of the neighboring tribes.

Just as Yang Muyun was concentrating on memorizing the language, the scroll in his hand suddenly trembled.

Yang Muyun couldn't help but suspect that it was an illusion. However, at this moment, the scroll trembled again.

"This, it actually opened?"

Yang Muyun's eyes widened instantly. The scroll that had been motionless even after exerting all his strength opened automatically.

Blood-colored lines slowly appeared. Yang Muyun then realized that the scroll was neither written nor drawn, but a…

A magic array?

This kind of thing that only existed in movies and anime was actually presented in front of him. Yang Muyun widened his eyes and mouth in disbelief.

At this time, the Shaman's voice became louder and louder, and more and more urgent. His hands clenched the bone staff tighter and tighter, and fine patterns appeared where he held it, and quickly spread to the top and bottom.

Crack!

The bone staff exploded, turning into bone powder that spread throughout the cave. Then, all the bone powder exploded at the same time, and the cave was instantly filled with a brilliant light.

Yang Muyun instinctively raised his hand to cover his eyes, but at this time, he found that his entire body was stiff and he could not move. He could not even blink. He could only stare at the light in the cave turning into a vortex and entering the scroll.

After receiving the light, the magic array slowly floated out of the scroll and revolved around Yang Muyun.

Every hair on Yang Muyun's body stood on end, and every muscle fiber tensed up. Facing the unknown, an unprecedented fear arose in his heart.

However, at this moment, the Shaman's voice sounded in Yang Muyun's ear." Child, don't be afraid. Open your heart and accept it. It may open the path to your hometown."