After handing it over to the system, the three brothers knelt down and begged for forgiveness

The group walked in the forest for nearly two hours before they finally saw the outline of the Stone Tribe.

From a distance, the Stonehenge looks like an ancient and mysterious Stonehenge.

The tribe is surrounded by a circle of tall and rough boulders, which are engraved with all kinds of strange symbols and patterns, as if telling the ancient history and mysterious legends of the tribe.

Some of the boulders are several meters high and covered with moss. Under the sunlight, the moss gleams with a faint green light, adding a touch of mystery to the tribe.

The entrance to the tribe is composed of two huge stone pillars, on which are carved ferocious animal heads. The lifelike appearance is intimidating.

Between the stone pillars, there is a thick tree trunk lying horizontally. There are also simple carvings on the trunk. Some colorful feathers and animal bones are woven into the trunk. They sway gently with the breeze, making slight collision sounds.

Nan Qiao followed everyone into the tribe and found that the houses here were built with stones of different sizes.

There were large gaps between the stones, allowing air to leak in from everywhere. The wind made a humming sound as it passed through the gaps, like someone crying softly.

Nan Qiao couldn't help but shiver, wondering in his heart, how cold would a house like this be in the cold winter?

She looked at the houses. Some of their roofs were made of huge leaves, while others were woven with hay. They looked very simple.

There are several larger stone houses in the middle of the tribe, surrounded by some smaller houses. Animal skins and dried prey are hung on the walls of the stone houses, exuding a primitive and wild atmosphere.

The tribe was bustling with activity. The women were sitting on simple stone benches, weaving grass skirts and containers with sharp stone needles and vines. They talked and laughed while working, and occasionally scolded the children playing nearby.

Some of the men were sharpening their stone spears and axes to make them sharper, while others were organizing trapping tools for hunting.

Suddenly, someone saw Kamu and his companions coming back with the giant wolf, and they couldn't help but shout loudly. In an instant, everyone gathered around.

A dark-skinned, burly man exclaimed in amazement, "You're incredible! You even managed to kill the ferocious Bloodfang Wolf! That creature is definitely not to be trifled with! Its meat must be delicious! We're in for a treat."

The people around also nodded, their eyes full of anticipation.

Kamu scratched his head embarrassedly and grinned, "We didn't kill him. We don't have the ability to do that yet."

As he spoke, he proudly introduced Nan Qiao to everyone: "She was the one who killed him. Her name is Qiao Qiao."

Everyone's eyes were immediately focused on Nan Qiao, with a mixture of awe and curiosity in their eyes.

Of course, many people don’t believe it. How could a female with no muscles and looking weak really kill the brutal Blood Fang Wolf?

Several children hid behind the adults, poked out their little heads, and looked at Nan Qiao without blinking. They looked cute and funny.

"Don't disbelieve me, she is the Chosen One." Seeing that everyone didn't believe him, Kamu explained again.

When everyone heard Kamu introduce Nan Qiao as the Chosen One, they were stunned at first, and then their questioning eyes were replaced by shock and awe.

They knelt on one knee without hesitation, with their right hands tightly placed on their chests, their movements in unison, and their eyes looking at Nan Qiao devoutly.

This sudden action surprised Nan Qiao. She turned to look at Kamu with a question in her eyes: "Is this your meeting gift?"

Kamu said with a serious expression and a respectful tone, "Sir Chosen One, this is the highest form of kneeling in our tribe. It is only done to the most noble people and gods."

Kamu stood up and gestured to Nan Qiao: "I will take you to see the chief now. The chief has always hoped that our tribe can receive the blessing of the gods. If he knew that you are willing to join our tribe, he would definitely be very happy."

Nan Qiao nodded slightly and followed Kamu forward.

Along the way, when other people in the tribe saw Nan Qiao, they all stopped what they were doing and repeated the solemn kneeling ceremony.

Nan Qiao could feel the passion and expectation in their eyes, as if his arrival really brought a ray of hope to this primitive tribe.

Chief Agula lives in a stone house located in the center of the tribe, which is much taller than other houses.

The stone house is surrounded by huge and neatly arranged stones, which have more complex and exquisite carvings. The patterns are mostly tribal totems and mysterious symbols of power.

At the entrance of the stone house, there is a huge animal skin curtain. The hair on the animal skin is thick and shiny, and it exudes a majestic atmosphere under the reflection of the sunlight.

There are also two huge stone sculptures on both sides, which are the guardian gods in the tribe's legends. They have glaring eyes, bared teeth and claws, and are always guarding this sacred place.

Chief Agula was tall and mighty, standing there like an iron tower.

His bronze skin was covered with battle scars, each scar like a medal of honor, proving his bravery and fearlessness.

He was wearing a cloak made of the fur of rare beasts. The fur sparkled with a strange luster in the sunlight, highlighting his noble status.

Kamu brought Nanqiao into the stone house and said respectfully to Agula, "Chief, this is Qiaoqiao. She is the chosen one and is willing to join our tribe."

Before the hint of surprise in Agula's eyes faded, Tarrou strode in from outside the stone house with a gloomy face, his strong body exuding an air of stubbornness.

"Chief, I don't believe this. How could a weak female be the Chosen One? Don't be fooled!"

Tarrou's voice echoed in the stone house, full of doubt.

When Kamu heard this, his face flushed with anger. He looked at Taru with his eyes wide open: "Taru, don't talk nonsense! The Chosen One is the hope of our tribe."

"If your nonsense angers her and causes her to leave our tribe, you will be the biggest sinner of the entire tribe!"

Tarrou, however, did not flinch. He stiffened his neck and retorted, "Well, if we were deceived by an outsider and trusted her, you would be the one who committed the greatest sin!"

"We can't just blindly believe it just because a blood-fanged wolf is lying at her feet. What if it's just a coincidence?"

Chief Agula frowned, raised his hand majestically, and shouted, "Stop arguing! There's no point in arguing like this."

"I have a way to prove whether Qiao Qiao is the true Chosen One. The truth will be revealed then."

The atmosphere in the stone house suddenly became tense, and everyone's eyes were focused on Agula, waiting for him to tell them the verification method.