The Shirabe man wielded a hatchet, bow and arrow and fought hard to resist between the houses, but the Kurobe people kept retreating. www. ranwena`com

If you go further back, there will be nowhere to go. The women, children, and the elderly in the stockade are all behind. If these men fail, the elderly will be killed because they are worthless, the women will be kidnapped, the children will become slaves, and a hundred thousand mountains will be lost. There is no mercy in the harsh living environment.

On the roof, a 17- or 18-year-old white guy tore down the roof stones and smashed them high!

A certain strong man in the narrow alley between the ancient stone houses was hit in the head by a stone and burst to death on the spot, and stones fell one after another, killing and injuring the attacking man.

In the distance, there is a man from Kurobe holding a bamboo-pipe blow dart and blowing hard at the guy!

咻~

The young boy holding the stone and the stone were carried into the alley to his death. Fierce fighting can be seen everywhere, but all boys over the age of 13 or 14 will participate in this battle to defend their homeland, because according to the rules of the 100,000 Dashan, after the stockade is breached They will all be killed and sacrificed to the gods.

The arrows flew wildly and mourned constantly, and the strong Han patriarch rushed to the front step by step with a long knife and smashed into the enemy!

He is a person who has practiced. The cultivation system in the Southern Wilderness is different from that in the Central Plains. The cultivation direction of this patriarch is similar to that of the monsters. This is very common in the Southern Wilderness. The one with the highest cultivation base will be elected as the patriarch.

A strong man is equivalent to the late stage of qi refining. If a small tribe of 1,000 people can have a master in the late stage of qi refining, it is already burning high incense, and the other party also has a patriarch with the same cultivation level...

The appearance of the strong Han patriarch quickly attracted the attention of those in Kurobe.

"Kill!"

More people flocked to the Zhuang Han Patriarch, and the Zhuang Han Patriarch did not know what secret technique he used. Suddenly, the muscles in his body swelled and became infinitely powerful. The old priest standing at the back also attracted countless poisonous insects to help him. Those who rushed to the front of the Kurobe strong man were poisoned, with blisters all over their faces, and the priests of the small tribes belonging to the Kurobe came out to fight!

The tribal chief of Kurobe took up his weapon and rushed towards the strong man.

The priest of the Kurobe took out some kind of animal bone and cut his forearm, held high the blood-stained bone and chanted a spell, black gas came out of the bone and got into the dead corpses that had fallen to the ground, and then, the dead corpses with fatal wounds wobbly stand up...

Behind the stockade.

The old priest tremblingly walked to the altar under the totem, took out a white bone flute and blew it...

"No! They are using that holy weapon! Stop them!"

The Kurobe's people initiated a more violent entry into the palace, and a crossbow arrow kept going past the front and fell near the altar.

In the face of the crisis of the collapse of the stockade, everyone chose to stand up. The old man stood in front of the altar and blocked the arrows with his body. One by one old people fell down and others kept coming forward...

The competition of things is natural selection, all the creatures in the hundred thousand mountains are for inheritance.

The old priest endured his grief and played the bone flute...

The melodious sound of the flute drifted toward the mountains.

The bone flute has magical powers, a mysterious wave flips through the mountains and swept through the forest to search continuously. Then, the mysterious wave seems to have found something and headed straight for a white figure on the mountain road.

Bai Yu, who was walking around wearing the beautiful clothes of the Southern Wilderness, was suddenly stunned!

What ghost voice?

At the same time, the eyes of the old priest on the other side of the mountain lit up.

The mysterious bone flute gradually cracked and shattered, and pieces of debris fell to the ground. The old priest stopped playing and closed his eyes and muttered...

On the other side of the mountain road.

Bai Yu shook her head from side to side, but she didn't find anyone around, but a voice kept talking in her mind. The syllables were very strange, but she could understand the meaning of the words, like the sacrificial language used in sacrifices.

"Ancestral **** Chiyou shelters..."

"A powerful holy beast walking in the vast mountains..."

"Please listen to my most sincere prayer..."

"Come here to protect our bloodline to survive..."

"Ask for a powerful holy beast to destroy my enemies, save my homeland, and illuminate my destiny..."

"My clan will offer the best sacrifices..."

That voice kept appearing in Bai Yu's head, chanting over and over again, and constantly tempting Bai Yu to go to the direction he was guiding, subconsciously feeling that if he agreed, he would gain benefits, as if there was a voice that kept saying go ahead, There will be sacrifices waiting there.

In the end, Bai Yu decided to go and have a look. It was always hard to refuse such things as benefits and sacrifices.

"I agree."

Leaping forward, he turned into a 30-meter-long ferocious giant snake, manipulated the strong wind, twisted his body and swam to the mountain ridge against the top of the tree...

The alpine birds are frightened and the beasts are frightened!

In the small village of Baibu, the elderly priest was delighted. At this time, the bone flute in his hand had already turned into flying ashes. This scene made the leader of the stockade in the Kurobe who wanted to steal the treasure beat his chest.

Suddenly, the old priest fell dizzy, and a beautiful young girl rushed forward...

"grandfather……"

The old priest smiled with a wrinkled face.

"I'm fine... I'll leave the rest to you, do you remember the summoning spell? Recite the spell for me..."

"Um!"

The young girl whimpered and nodded in agreement, wiping away her tears and standing on the altar chanting witchcraft incantations.

The small tribe that belonged to Kurobe was disappointed. Originally, in addition to the wealth and population of the other party, they came here for the holy artifact. They even spent five years planting secret hands in the other tribe to prepare to take the holy artifact today. Never thought that the secret hand did not appear at all.

No matter why the secret hand misses, the situation is now hard to beat.

Seeing that the little tribe of Baibu actually used the holy weapon to cast spells, it seemed that their joy was successful.

The chief of the tribe who belongs to Kurobe is anxious...

"Quick! Kill the girl! Interrupt her spell!"

The men of the Kurobe Village attacked even more frantically, slashing with machetes and shooting bows and crossbows, while the warriors of the Baibu tribe were even more fierce, dragging the enemy almost desperately to keep them from getting close to the altar at the rear!

The fight between the two patriarchs was even more dangerous. The patriarch of the small tribe of Baibu laughed. He knew that as long as he held on, he could put the other side in crisis.

The girl was still chanting the spell, time passed by minute by minute...

Suddenly!

Many eyes noticed that a large flock of birds flew up from the top of the mountain!

Different types of birds don't fly in a swarm at the same time. If they scream and fly around, there is only one possibility. What kind of terrifying beast exists.

The chief of the small tribe belonging to Kurobe shouted in panic.

"My son! Hurry up! If you don't do it, it will be too late!"

However, no one responded to him, and the secret hand that he had prepared for five years was so unknown and unknown where it went~lightnovelpub.net~ The original seamless plan became riddled with holes because of his disappearance, and even gave the other party time to complete it. The summoning technique invited monsters, the birds on the mountain ridges flew away in panic, and that thing was about to appear...

In a certain stone house in this small village of Baibu.

A young man quietly looked at the beautiful **** the altar through the window, with admiration and doting in his eyes. He was the son of the head of the Kurobe tribe, and the dark son who had been in ambush for five years.

Fate is really amazing. Back then, he was so high-spirited that he tried his best to sneak into the stockade for the patriarch's father.

Just wait until today when the sacred artifact appears, **** or kill the priests in the stockade, and take the opportunity to take the sacred artifact and occupy the wealth and women of this small white tribe.

But he prefers to fall in love with the daughter of the priest in the enemy tribe. He has seen many girls, but none of them are as beautiful and charming as her, like the fragrance of flowers blooming in spring...

However, it is destined not to be together.

The young guy sighed, he couldn't do it, he couldn't kill that girl, and he was sorry for his father and his family.

Holding a sharp knife in his hand, he stabbed into his chest.

Looking at the **** the altar, she smiled, unable to slip...

It is just one of the thousands of unknown stories in the world, small and unknown.

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