The two stood face to face.

The old man Hurd Mustas cut his left hand and held Winters' left arm. Winters also grabbed the other party's left arm.

A Hud man kneels down and serves a bowl of blood.

Old Man Hurd dipped a little blood on his lips, and Winters followed suit.

Old Man Hurd took oil and applied it to their left arms.

When Winters wondered what the meaning of this ritual was, he heard Mr. Hurd recite some kind of song in a strange way. The oil applied to the left arms of the two suddenly ignited spontaneously, and a flame rose between the two.

Winters was shocked and suddenly wanted to retreat, but Old Man Hurd's arm grabbed his arm like iron pliers.

The next second, the flames went out, as if all the hallucinations just happened were hallucinations.

But the burning on the left arm told Winters that the fire was not fake.

Old Man Hurd picked up a little more of the ash and sprinkled it on the heads of the two men before letting go of their left hand.

The entire ritual process revolved around the two of them and suddenly picked up the horn and blew it.

"Who are you?" Winters grabbed the arm of the old man Hurd and asked in a deep voice.

"They are your soldiers now." Old Man Hurd would not answer, but said tiredly: "They will trust you as much as I trust. As long as you lead, they will follow you even in the fire. Please keep our promises and send your soldiers back to our hometown when they set foot on this island."

The exhausted old man returned to the table with the help of other Hurds.

Bud and Andre from outside the crowd squeezed in.

"It was fire just now? Where did the fire come from? Is it fire?" Andrei was shocked.
Chapter completed!