The old man with a white beard called himself Afanti. According to him, this name was given by Zhang Wuren.
Afanti represents wisdom and courage in the human world.
In fact, Afanti did live up to the name given by Zhang Wuren.
Although he is old, his mind is not confused at all.
His lifelong wish is to kill all the zombies and find the teacher from the human world.
But if you want to achieve this, you simply cannot rely on the Pan Tribe.
They were a group of naive idealists. When Zhang Wuren was around, they were his most loyal subordinates.
But after Zhang Wuren disappeared, they became a group of idiots who knew nothing.
The previous era of relying on personal bravery has passed.
Only the advancement of wisdom and technology can allow the Pangu tribe to continue to develop.
Obviously, ancient tribes are more suitable for this.
Therefore, Afanti would rather listen to the people from the ancient tribe cursing his teacher as a traitor every day than continue to stay in the ancient tribe.
Only the ancient tribes could unify the entire Pangu tribe and regain their former glory.
But let me tell you, even if the ancient tribes attached great importance to the development of technology, they would not have been able to form an industrial revolution similar to that of the human world.
Without the thermal weapons produced by the Industrial Revolution, the Pangu tribe would not be a match for the corpse-headed barbarians.
If you want to solve the endless zombie barbarians, you can only find their source and solve the problem fundamentally.
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The team of three to four thousand people formed two distinct parts in the wilderness.
There were more than 3,000 people in one group. They were neatly dressed and walking in an orderly manner.
This is the battle camp of the ancient tribe.
The other part was mostly shirtless, with only a crotch cloth around the crotch.
The walking was chaotic and disorganized.
This is the Pan tribe headed by Oudebiao.
I sighed secretly.
Putting aside their loyalty to Zhang Wuren, the Pan tribe is indeed incomparable to the ancient tribe.
But even so, I still firmly stand on the side of the Pan tribe.
They just lack a guide.
Now that I'm here, the Pan tribe will rise sooner or later.
Unexpectedly, Afanti followed me shamelessly.
His unusual behavior not only puzzled the people of the ancient tribe, but even Audebiao and others from the Pan tribe showed some vague hostility towards him.
I didn’t have any prejudice against Afanti, but I said to him: “Let’s talk?”
Afanti nodded sharply.
The reason why he came here at the risk of being attacked by the Pan tribe was just to have a few words with me.
I said: "Let's talk about your teacher!"
"It is said that you were the first person to meet him?"
Afanti's eyes lit up: "That's right! When the teacher came here, the first thing he saw was me. When I saw the teacher was wearing very warm clothes, I wanted to take them off and put them on myself."
"But the teacher beat me up."
"..."
I stopped his tirade and said, "Do you remember how long ago that was?"
Afanti's expression darkened: "I don't remember. We didn't have the concept of time at all in the beginning. According to the teacher, there is no spring, summer, autumn, and winter here, and there is no alternation of day and night. Everyone only knows how to live in confusion, and they don't know anything at all.
It’s called time passing.”
"Later, the teacher founded the Pangu tribe and built a huge hourglass in the capital of the gods."
"When the sand in the hourglass finishes flowing, it takes one day and one night."
"If it were flipped over, it would start the next day."
I keenly grasped the key points of the words: "Where are the gods? Also, from the time the hourglass started timing to the time when the corpse-head barbarians attacked the Pangu tribe, how many times did the hourglass flip over?"
Afanti replied: "The gods are all in the center of the God Burial Abyss, right above the old god's tomb."
"As for the hourglass...according to the time manager, from the beginning of the construction of the Pangu tribe to the time when the corpse-head barbarians conquered the city of God, it turned over seven hundred and twenty-three times."
I did some calculations in my mind.
Less than two years.
After the city of God was conquered, the hourglass was also destroyed by the zombies.
Without the hourglass, there would be no time in this world.
The world is living in such a hazy state that no one even knows how long it took for the Pangu tribe to fall.
I asked again: "Where is the tomb of the old god?"
The Old Gods are the name given to the rulers of the old days in Middle-earth. There is also a saying that they are called the Three Thousand Chaos Demon Gods.
It is a life that existed before the creation of the world.
Tomb of the old gods? Is it the place where the old gods are buried?
Afanti said: "The Tomb of the Old Gods is the Tomb of the Old Gods. This is the name given by the teacher."
I felt a slight shiver in my heart: "Do you know what the old gods are?"
Afanti's expression showed a hint of intoxication, and she quickly replied: "It's delicious!"
Damn it!
Delicious?
This answer really shocked me.
The famous god-level people outside were so pressurized that Middle-earth could hardly breathe.
To them, this is just delicious?
Odebiao said: "Mr. He, didn't we eat half of the old god? Have you forgotten?"
How could I forget?
The Crab Lord has been torn into pieces by you, okay?
The remaining flesh and bones were gone after being chewed by the zombies.
But here comes the question, do you know that is the old god?
I turned around and asked: "Odebiao, do you know that is the old god?"
Odebiao nodded fiercely: "The guide said that everything falling from the sky is the old gods, and you can eat them all."
"It's just that some of the flesh and blood of the old gods are delicious, but some are very unpalatable. This time we were lucky. The big crab was delicious, but it was cheaper than the Corpse Head Barbarian."
I was really shocked.
When they were in the Siberian wilderness, the blasphemers once ate an old god in the form of a dragon.
But that guy was actually burned to death by the heavenly fire and purple flames, and his soul was no longer there, so he was picked up.
The real old gods are a group of evil, and China and Earth will bet on the fate of the country, and there will be a lot of misfortune.
How did it become so delicious?
I suppressed my inner shock and said, "How many old gods have you eaten?"
Afanti answered quickly: "Seventy-two!"
"The teacher led us to catch them. These old gods are easy to catch. They are huge, but they are extremely stupid. The number is just a little smaller, otherwise the Pangu tribe would be self-sufficient just by eating the old gods."
The flesh and blood of the seventy-two old gods were eaten, and their bones were used to make soup. The remaining inedible parts were buried around the city of gods.
It is also known as the Tomb of the Old Gods.
But...I feel a little dizzy.
Why do the people of the Pangu tribe think that the old god is a huge, stupid guy?
They have huge bodies and powerful souls.
The soul surges out, and even the exorcist cannot stop it. He loses himself and becomes a believer of the old god.
I still remember the shady scene that erupted on Curseless Road.
It was at that time that countless people were polluted by their souls and lost themselves forever.
Even if he is alive, he is still a zombie.
How come we are here and the old gods have become delicious?
I tried hard to recall the state of the Crab Lord when he was eaten.
The Crab Lord must have been seriously injured when he was in the magma sea.
Be it soul or body.
But even so, it shouldn't be divided up by a group of "primitive people" and their corpses should be eaten clean.
A god-level strongman, even if he is on the verge of death, can counter-kill seven or eight A-level people.
But from what I saw at the time, the Crab Lord was really like fish on the chopping board, ready to be slaughtered by anyone.
He really has no ability to resist at all.
Yes, this world can suppress souls, but a god-level being suppressed has no temper at all. Isn't this too outrageous?
Or does it mean that the indigenous people here have the ability to restrain the old gods?
Thinking of this, my heart suddenly moved.
If this is the case, cultivating a few A-level aboriginals, releasing them and throwing them into the old gods, wouldn't it be a massacre?