�damn!�Why the trumpet of Jingok!�Did a war break out?�

Jingok�s trumpet was the highest level of alert set by the Kergo tribe.�Upon hearing this sound, all tribe members must assemble at the source of the sound.�There were no exceptions for any class, and if they did not participate, they would be punished.

As the natives disappeared, Amy and her friends were also thrown into chaos.

�what?�What do you think happened outside?�

�Let�s go.�It is dangerous to be at a dead end.�

Amy and the others left the cave and arrived at the sound.

It was a huge square where 7 tunnels meet in the center.

The natives were gathering, but there were so many of them that it was impossible to ascertain what was going on.

It was difficult to convey the voice due to the muffled noise.�He looked forward to the spirit channel, but Arin was only staring at the podium.

�Get on your knees and worship!�The messenger of God has come to save us!�

The old man on the podium shouted.�Then, well over a thousand people knelt down and uttered a single voice.

�Welcome the Messenger of God.�

The crowd collapsed as if the world had turned off.�My vision opened up to the podium, and I saw Sirone standing in front of the old man.

Sirone looked around and met Amy�s eyes.�She was only two hours away, but she had been through so many embarrassing situations that she couldn�t contain her emotions.

�Amy.�

Those who shouted the messenger of God silenced their voices.�Silence spread in concentric circles, and several people looked at Amy.

Among them was Mahatu.�It seemed that Amy would not long forget the look of embarrassment on his face.

�Sirone.�

The native�s eyes turned to Sirone again.�It was an attitude that he would not miss a single word that came out of his mouth.

Sirone�s face turned into a tear-stained one.

�Amy, why are these people doing this?�I can�t understand a word of what you�re saying.�

Amy scratched her eyebrows as she looked at Sirone, who looked like she was about to burst into tears.

And I said in my heart.

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As Sirone moved, the crowd split like splitting bamboo.�Even in the posture of bowing, the fact that they were in perfect order was proof that they were nervous.

Sirone�s face was haggard.�No wonder he was exposed to a language he didn�t know for two hours.

Normally, if they couldn�t communicate, they would give up on the conversation, but the altar�s enforcers didn�t leave Sirone alone for a moment.

�I thought I was going to die of frustration.�He bowed whenever I said something, so he ended up not saying a word.�Why are people here doing this to me?�

�I don�t know.�I mean we�re here too.�Did you pass the test?� JrNovels.com