My teacher is a deity.

Chapter 64 The Blessing of the Four Gods

"I am Hazan!"

"Never heard of it."

"Champion Warriors!"

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"You've heard of the White Feather Tribe, haven't you?"

Vichy spread his hands, looking rather helpless.

I just came here with my teacher, and I've never heard so much nonsense before.

Hazan remained silent for a long time, then gritted his teeth.

"Fine, I won't bother arguing with a barbarian like you."

"I see you're quite capable. Would you like to take on a commission from me?"

"The princess is gathering the army to prepare for the attack on the Sirius people. This is your best chance to obtain our Feathered People's feathers."

Hazan spread his arms and wings outstretched.

"You, an outsider, may not understand, but we winged people do not allow killing each other. Even the feathers of the dead must be returned to the dome."

"You've ordered too many."

Shi Qing pondered for a moment, then nodded slightly, accepting the temporary commission.

"Very good, barbarians. We will set off tomorrow for the Dome to prepare for the hunt."

After saying that, Hazan turned and left, just as he had when he appeared.

But at this moment, Vichy felt that something was not right.

"Teacher, I feel like this person is suspicious; his blood smells very murky."

"How about we go further afield and buy it from other people who are also seeking medicine? Surely only the Feathered Ones sell to others?"

"Oh? You've improved a bit."

Shi Qing was stunned. He hadn't expected that Vixi would actually start to have a brain after going through a life-or-death battle.

In fact, Vichy was right; her method did circumvent the taboos of the Feathered People.

However, Shi Qing still chose to participate in this hunt.

On the one hand, in the north, the gathering places of people seeking medicine are very scattered, and it takes a lot of time to go to other places to purchase medicine.

On the other hand, Shi Qing also planned to visit the so-called dome to see how the eternal miracle differed from the night.

Even a thief has to scout the place first.

Silent all night.

At dawn the next day, a large number of winged people gathered outside the city.

Hazan, who had met Shi Qing earlier, was also among them, surrounded by a retinue, indicating that he indeed held a high position among the Feathered People.

"How do you address a friend?"

Call me Vivian.

Under Shi Qing's influence, Vivi used the name Vivian without any psychological burden.

Hazan on the other side nodded and asked casually.

"Can you fly? If you can't, I can take you with me."

"unnecessary."

After saying that, Vishi raised his hand and summoned a wooden sword, which he stepped on. His flying speed was even faster than Hazan's.

Hazan stared in disbelief.

Why are these barbarians' methods so fancy? Even the mages of the empire don't have as many tricks up their sleeves.

"Alright."

"Then let me introduce our military merit system to you."

Having said that, Hazan pulled a long, thin white tail feather from his pocket.

"This is Bloodstained Feather. It progresses from pure white to light red, then to blood-soaked, and finally to deep red. It advances in rank for every hundred people you kill. The more you kill, the more vibrant the color becomes."

"We will not allow unauthorized harvesting; everything must be calculated after the war."

The moment Vishi received the blood-stained feather, Shi Qing's mind secretly invaded it, his brows furrowing slightly as he realized that Hazan's words were not entirely accurate.

This thing does indeed serve to record meritorious deeds, but it has another function that hasn't been mentioned.

This thing can locate the wearer in real time, and even if you wear it for a long time, the smell of blood will be hard to dissipate.

In other words, this thing is a beacon, constantly informing the winged people of its location.

Seeing that Vishi had accepted it, Hazan said nothing more and turned to look into the distance, completely unaware that Shi Qing had tampered with the blood-stained feather.

At this moment, the sound of the wind around us grew increasingly loud.

The dome slowly appeared before my eyes.

It was an extremely spectacular miracle, with hundreds of mountain ranges forming its root system, and immense magical power surging upwards along the mountain ranges to form a magnificent sea of ​​clouds.

Within the sea of ​​clouds, countless thunderbolts and lightning burst forth, and amidst the howling winds and thunder, the shouts and roars of the winged people could be heard.

They grew and multiplied within the dome, and ultimately their souls returned there.

The so-called dome appears as a giant tree from a distance, but only when you get close can you discover that it is actually a giant ecosystem, specially created for the winged people.

"Wow, teacher! Is there a place like this in your hometown?"

"Yes, it was called the Heavenly Court, but it was destroyed later."

Shi Qing looked around and observed the feathered people.

Feathered people can be roughly divided into five types: red, white, black, blue, and gold.

Among them, red, white, and blue are piled together, while black and gold stand together.

It seems that these winged people aren't really that united.

Ignoring the scrutinizing gazes of the surrounding feathered people, Vishi looked up.

A giant bird-beast lay there, emanating a powerful aura.

On the bird or beast stood another person.

"Hey, teacher, look! It's that girl we saw before!"

Shi Qing looked up, following Vichy's line of sight.

A girl with crimson wings and an indescribable confidence and pride stood there.

She raised her bow and arrow, and the sound was like thunder.

"Winged people, I have found the Great Khan! This expedition will be to hunt down the finest gifts for him!"

A great sweater?

In an instant, the winged people burst forth with a variety of complex sounds.

"The Great Khan? Is what the High Priest said true? What does the Great Khan look like?"

"Impossible, the high priest is already senile."

"Tsk, in my opinion, this is probably the path that the Feather Emperor is paving for her daughter."

Although the feathered figures on the stage were radiant, the feathered people below did not really believe in this prophecy.

There was nothing that could be done; the High Priest was old and hadn't gone to war for many years, spending his time playing chess with the Feather Emperor in the Feather Palace.

Ha, playing chess, is that something the Feathered People should do?

at the same time.

In another location, in the settlement of the White Feather tribe.

Hazan looked at the excited Feiyu, and a hint of displeasure flashed across his face.

"The Great Khan? Hmph, what use is a Great Khan who hasn't received the blessing of a demigod?"

"Oh, really? Then why are you so eager for this position? Do you yearn to become the leader of the Feathered People?"

Hazan turned to look behind him, his face sinister.

"Don't think that just because we're allies, I won't lay a hand on you, Shepherd."

The shepherd simply smiled in response to Hazan's breath.

He was draped in a sheepskin, his skin as deep as the night sky, and his features were quite peculiar, like scattered starlight, with only a general outline and no details.

He looked like a lump of clay.

"I'm just reminding you to stay rational, after all, you winged people don't really like to use your brains."

"I heard you're planning to find some outsider to take the blame?"

Hazan sneered.

"She's strong enough to take down an entire winged human squad, but she's not too strong. She looks like she's only at the fourth rank. She's perfect as a stepping stone for me."

As he spoke, Hazan began to wriggle.

Wolf hairs grew from deep within his feathers.

The eternal blessings he received were not limited to those of the winged beings; they came from the combined blessings of the four demigods.

The Khanate of the Feathered Tribe was within his grasp.