When the patriarch said this, everyone couldn't help but look at Leng Mo's body, oh my god... earlier they only noticed Leng Mo's stern face and didn't see the wounds on his body.

  Those wounds, one by one, those scars, seemed to be opening like the small mouths of infants, and threads of fresh blood were still seeping out from inside.

  The soft leather armor on his body had been thoroughly soaked in blood, and they simply dared not imagine how Cold Mo had managed to hold on until now, and how he was still standing so steadily in front of them.

  But... what was all this for? For whom did he let his body suffer so much damage, for whom did he shed so much blood?

  It's for the dwarves! That's right... It's so that the dwarves can continue to thrive, and now the dwarves are them. In other words, Leng Mo is fighting for them! He was injured and bleeding to save their lives.

  What's most admirable is that from start to finish, Leng Mo never complained a single sentence, despite suffering such severe injuries, without even letting out a cry, as if everything was supposed to be this way.

  Human hearts are made of flesh and blood. When someone uses their own life to safeguard your safety, how can you not respect him, not worship him?

  "When I was young, my biggest dream was to be a soldier of the People's Liberation Army, because they maintained national security and protected our lives and property. I thought there must be many people like me who shared this same dream."

  The voice of the tribe leader continued to ring out: "Alright... everyone has seen that Xiao Mo's injury is very serious, so... we will immediately return and treat Xiao Mo's injury. After that, we will hold the ceremony for the succession of the tribe leader!"

  Everyone quietly turned around and walked towards the cave, they also hoped that Little Mo could recover his body as soon as possible. Under Little Mo's leadership, they had confidence to face all difficulties.

  Back at my place, Natasha helped me bandage all the wounds with tears in her eyes. Looking at my mummy-like miserable appearance, I couldn't help but laugh bitterly. How can I go out like this!

  Helplessly, I put on the soft leather armor and covered my body with white cloth strips. Enduring the pain all over my body, I walked into my great hall, because... everyone in the dwarf tribe was waiting for me there, including the six elders, the tribal grandfather, and even the newborn dwarf babies were no exception.

  I circulated my inner energy and made my face look rosy, then I slowly walked into the hall. It's not that I wanted to pretend to be deep, but the pain really made me unable to take big steps!

  As soon as I stepped into the hall, everyone suddenly stood up and looked at me with respectful eyes. The patriarchal grandfather beside the throne opposite the main hall beckoned to me, indicating that I should go over!

  I nodded slightly and slowly moved forward, my unhurried pace and solemn demeanor causing the six elders to nod in approval, admiring the grandeur of a great general. What they didn't know was that I was only moving so slowly because I was in too much pain to move quickly, and as for the solemn air about me, it was just that I was holding my breath from the pain, having swallowed a large gulp of air.

  If everything was fine with me now, I would have rushed over quickly, excitedly waiting for the patriarch to pass on to me. But now... it's already hard for me to walk so fast, the hard white bandages keep rubbing and squeezing my wounds, every step I take is like suffering from a thousand cuts.

  Finally... I moved to the side of the clan elder grandfather, just wanting to say something when the clan elder grandfather stretched out his hand to stop me, saying lightly: "You don't need to speak, later when it's time to speak I will naturally tell you!"

  Then... the patriarchal grandfather turned to everyone, solemnly saying: "Everyone knows that my age is already old and it's time to enter the Longevity Hall, so... I must choose another patriarch to take over the position of the patriarch. After my observation, finally... I chose Leng Mo. As for this candidate, I believe everyone supports him, right?"

  No one replied because it was an undisputed fact that no one was more suitable to succeed as the next clan leader than Leng Mo, and this was just a minor aside.

  He paused for a moment, and the clan leader continued: "Originally... I wanted to take Leng Mo to Fenghuang Mountain to get the consent of Huo Fenghuang, but... now it's not necessary!"

  He suddenly pulled up my right hand, with the back of my hand facing everyone. The excited tribal elder said: "Does everyone see? I think... everyone knows what this thing is!"

  Everyone's eyes were on the back of my hand, where a circular pattern with a triangle in the middle had been drawn by Hong Ma Que. The space between the circle and the triangle was filled with mysterious symbols.

  God! God's mark!

  The six elders cried out of control, heavens... As the highest symbol of contract between the Phoenix and Fire, it actually appeared on Xiao Leng's body. Everything can only be said to be fate. With just this symbol, no one can shake Leng Mo's position in the Dwarf tribe, not even the tribal leader.

  I looked at the patriarch with a puzzled expression and finally couldn't help but ask: "Patriarch, what does this pattern mean? And... what do you mean by 'divine envoy'?"

  The patriarchal grandfather looked at me excitedly and said, "Shen Shi is the messenger of God, that is to say, you have become the messenger of Huo Feng Huang, that is to say, your will is the will of Huo Feng Huang!"

  I was stunned and my mouth wide open. This pattern was created by Miao Miao, what does it have to do with the Fire Phoenix? Could it be?!

  Just thinking about that possibility, my heart is violently jumping up and down. I took a look at the little red sparrow on my shoulder, who was dozing off, and I got excited to the point of almost fainting, because I knew... he might just be the Phoenix!

  Wait!

  Just as I was secretly guessing, one of the six elders, a red-bearded old man, suddenly raised his hand to interrupt my thoughts and calmly said: "Tribe leader, I remember that the symbol of the divine servant is just a circle plus a triangle, I don't remember there being any text between them!"

  The clan leader scratched his head and awkwardly said, "Yes... this is also where I'm puzzled, but... don't worry, whether or not he's a divine messenger can be easily tested."

  The chief turned his head and said to me: "Little Mo... follow me, I want to test whether you are really the messenger of God!"

  I nodded blankly, enduring the numbness all over my body, and closely followed Grandfather Tribal Chief to the central fire phoenix statue of Tongjing.

  All the dwarves walked over, they wanted to see one of the most famous tests of the dwarf tribe - the blessing of the Phoenix God!

  As I walked in front of the enormous Phoenix statue, the tribal elder said to me with a tense tone: "Leng Mo, now focus all your spirit on the pattern in your hand, don't worry about anything else!"

  I nodded slightly, tightly clenched my right hand, and concentrated my spirit on the pattern on my right hand. Suddenly... I felt infinite flames gathering towards my right hand!

  Very soon... the heat gathering on my right hand had exceeded my tolerance limit, and I subconsciously swung my hand with a loud crash. A scorching white light flew out of my hand and directly into the mouth of the Fire Phoenix!

  Boom!

  Just as I let out a slight sigh of relief, the huge fire phoenix statue suddenly burst into flames, and the entire phoenix statue turned into a blazing inferno. I seemed to see that giant fire phoenix on the mountain top again!

  Plop! Plop! Plop!

  In a dull, oppressive atmosphere, all the dwarves knelt down, their heads tightly pressed against the ground, not even daring to breathe. Seeing this, I also quickly knelt down, but had no idea why!

  Just then... a clear and melodious female voice rang out: "My children, this child is not the messenger of our god!"

  Upon hearing this voice, all the dwarves were shocked to their core. Good heavens... That pattern indeed has nothing to do with the Fire Phoenix, but then... what could it be?

  Just as everyone was secretly wondering, the gentle voice continued: "He is not a messenger of Ben Shen, because... Ben Shen has already signed a symbiotic contract with him, so... Ben Shen is him, he is Ben Shen!"

  Boom!

  All the dwarves fell to the ground with a thud, still wondering what the symbol on Leng Mo's hand meant. Unexpectedly, Huo Feng Huang spoke up, panting heavily. The most astonishing thing was that Huo Feng Huang had actually signed a symbiotic contract with Leng Mo! How could a god possibly sign such a contract with a human?!

  At the same time, the little red sparrow on Leng Mo's shoulder revealed a mischievous expression. In fact... if it weren't for her helplessness, she wouldn't have signed a coexistence contract with Leng Mo either. The moment they signed the coexistence agreement, it meant that Leng Mo would eventually become a living god!