Lord of Mysterious Wizard-Chapter 467 - 446: Numba

Blessed with the "blessing" of the hot babe Gisele, Tang Qi left the beach area and boarded a convertible bus.

Indeed, the buses here are all open-top, convenient for tourists to enjoy the beach, beautiful bodies, and the bustling metropolis, as tourism is one of the pillar industries here.

Tang Qi felt the slightly bitter sea breeze on his face while his mind was analyzing the content of the previous interview.

"According to Pilu, Chituaga is an extraordinarily ancient tribe, the dominant local power in the northern Yamada Jungle, with its wizards and leaders claiming their lineage from the superpower that once ruled the Original Continent, the Ancient Maya Empire."

"Some archaeological evidence supports this claim, but there are also some chiefs who belong to different branches of the Chituaga Tribe, who believe otherwise; they think they are descendants of the primitive tribes that once opposed the Maya Empire."

"It’s very hard to verify the truth of history now, but the current Chituaga Tribe, being close to the Divine Eagle Federation, has been influenced by modern society’s atmosphere, and compared to other dominant forces within the great jungle, Chituaga is more open and advanced."

"Even though in the past, Chituaga also hunted those merchants who tried to forge trade paths through the jungle, making a kind of primitive food out of them, tens of years of influence has completely changed them. The upper leadership of the Chituaga Tribe has even begun discussing completely abandoning their former fishing and gathering lifestyle to instead establish a trading city at the base of their tribe, standing in the Yamada Jungle and adjacent to the sea."

"A very advanced and feasible concept!"

Remembering up to this point, Tang Qi couldn’t help but admire the idea.

Chituaga was not the kind of completely centralized tribe; it was composed of one main tribe and dozens of branches, each with its own chiefs and wizards as leaders, forming a council-like decision-making layer. Judging by the way they discussed this approach, it seems quite efficient.

If successful, the envisioned "Qituga City" might create a huge impact across the entire Southern Continent.

Unfortunately, this beautiful vision never came to fruition.

A violent rebellion destroyed it all.

At this moment, images of Pilu recounting that segment of memory surfaced in Tang Qi’s mind.

This middle-aged uncle, who looked weathered by the years, was actually the leader of the hunters in a branch tribe. He had once fought hand-to-hand with a Lapoli Crocodile, tirelessly tracked the enemy of the Headhunter Tribe, or ventured into the vast ocean depths to drag up a man-eating giant squid.

Excellent hunting skills and a physique far beyond ordinary people gave Pilu a different kind of mindset.

But when he mentioned that rebellion to Tang Qi, his eyes and face were both filled with an indelible fear. freeweɓnovel~cѳm

With just one look, Tang Qi knew.

The psychological trauma that the rebellion had caused Pilu was likely something he would struggle to erase for the rest of his life.

Tang Qi had no choice but to use the "Red" to extract those deep-seated memories from his mind.

In the depths of a dense, moist jungle, with no end in sight, a tribe-like Primitive Kingdom was celebrating their grand, annual "Divine Descent Festival," where everyone, men and women, young and old alike, were immersed in a frenzy of celebration, when a chaotic and massive massacre took place without warning.

Suddenly, a large part of the tribe began to slaughter each other as if they had gone mad.

They seemed to have lost their "humanity," leaving only bloodthirsty shells crazily attacking others.

Those who remained lucid were either killed or escaped in the confusion.

When the survivors cautiously returned to the tribe, everything had changed.

There were no bodies, just undried bloodstains and the lingering scent of madness, testifying to what had happened that night.

There were still many alive inside the tribe, but they...

"They cannot be called human; they are more like soulless husks possessed by evil spirits, a terrifying group of walking dead."

Half an hour ago, when Pilu uttered these words in the beach bar, his towering frame shuddered uncontrollably, eyes brimming with fear that almost spilled out. The several glasses of magma beer he had drunk could not provide him any warmth; he was completely overwhelmed by terror.

However, before Tang Qi could calm him down with spiritual power, Pilu seemed to find courage welling up from within himself.

He took several deep breaths, suppressing the fear, and a strange fervor emerged, as he forced a smile onto his face.

"The disaster happened several months ago. Chituaga suffered a heavy blow, but under the great Lord Numba’s leadership, Chituaga has already begun to rally. We survivors are working hard to help Lord Numba rebuild the civilization of Chituaga."

"Numba?"

The image intuitively popped into Tang Qi’s mind after seeing that figure not long ago.

That withered body, bald and covered in tattoos, those ears adorned with "Blood Snake", those eerie eyes.

The Pilu under Tang Qi’s control, upon hearing Tang Qi utter that name, turned his head sharply without the slightest respect in his voice.

His previously trustworthy and weathered eyes now blazed with anger.

"Young traveler, when facing an unknown elder, you should learn to show respect..."

Pilu’s outburst was unexpected even for Tang Qi.

Curiosity piqued, Tang Qi replaced the Illusion Spell with Red.

Under the surge of spiritual power, Pilu’s angry expression softened, and he said somewhat blankly: "Lord Numba is the most beloved wizard in Chituaga, having lived over one hundred and thirty years. The night before the rebellion, he followed ancestral guidance into the forbidden land to bless the tribe."

"Lord Numba said that all this is the will of the gods, for the Chituaga people had fallen over the last decade, hence a cleansing was needed. After weeding out those tainted by the fallen demons, the remaining Chituaga people will rebuild everything under Lord Numba’s leadership."

"Right, Lord Numba has also brought back a prophecy of guidance from the ancestral spirits from the forbidden land."

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"Rebellion, ancestral spirits, fallen, prophecy... Numba?"

On the open-top bus, several words were churning in Tang Qi’s mind.

At the last moment of the interview, he didn’t use the Red to dig out Pilu’s memories regarding Numba’s appearance, because at that moment Tang Qi felt a strong sense of impending crisis—not lethal but dangerous enough to risk exposure.

To prevent any accidents, he decisively ended the interview.

He erased the traces of witchcraft on Pilu, turned, and left.

He hadn’t seen the so-called true face of Numba, but Tang Qi almost didn’t need to guess, instantly convinced that the Lord Numba currently ruling over the Chituaga Tribe was that weird Old Wizard inside an arrow cluster.

"The so-called prophecy, the inheritors scattered because of the disaster, will carry the spark of hope to ignite the embers of Chituaga, restoring the ancient glory... All Chituaga people will become sacred, become spirits, and enter the realm of the Sky God, where they need not work, have no worries, only a happy kingdom."

"So, am I also one of the inheritors?"

Tang Qi mulled over the words in the prophecy, stood up, got off the bus; however, the stop wasn’t Pontia Street but another bustling street. He looked around for a moment and with Gluttony in hand, he stepped into a large clothing store called "Magic Hand" nearby.

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