Long Ao nodded and glanced at all the clan members. At this moment, the clan members of the family, regardless of gender, old or young, were also looking at him. Their eyes contained dependence and expectations.
"People..." Long Ao spoke softly, and his words spread around and fell into the ears of every clan member.
"We don't want to leave our hometown... we don't want to leave the land where we have lived for generations, and we don't want to take root in Xuantian Continent from now on... But for the continuation of our Long family, we... must do this!
We have to survive, we will survive!
Tell our descendants, and tell ourselves even more, that one day, we can come back here, to the home that truly belongs to us, and we can create our own home. On that day... we will bring everything together.
The shame will be returned several times to the family!!
I have confidence, do you...do you?" Long Ao shouted loudly.
All the tribesmen, in their sorrow, erupted into suppressed roars. The roar was shocking. Maybe there were not many members of the Long family, but this roar was the strongest roar of everyone's vitality.
"One day... our Long family will come back... now, move!!" Long Ao closed his eyes, but he didn't want others to miss the sadness in his eyes. With a flick of his sleeves, the crowd that had already gathered was suddenly
With the support of each other and the protection of the strong men of the family, the members of the Long family slowly moved away from the land where they had only stayed for less than a hundred years, and moved towards the unknown and unknown distance.
The long line of people slowly left the abandoned family. Behind them, there was a faint black smoke coming out of the former Long family, and the ground was broken, revealing a sense of desolation and sadness.
Waves of crying came from the crowd, belonging to the children who had not grown up, to the women who were afraid, and to every member of the Long family.
The men in the tribe protected their relatives, held the confused children in their arms, and walked forward silently while the tears were flowing. Some older children were also holding the hands of their relatives in fear at this moment, crying.
, looking back.
Looking at the familiarity of the past, it seems that I want to turn this scene into eternity and bury it deeply in the depths of my memory, for fear that I will forget it, for fear that I will never remember... the way home.
Every one of them can't help but look back at the leaving family and their former home...
Among the crowd, there is a vicissitudes of old man, he is another ancestor. His expression is calm, as if he has seen through the years. At this moment, he is carrying a simple luggage, silently and inconspicuously in the crowd.
It was noon, and the sunlight was not strong. The snow on the ground was glowing with silver light, which could sting people's eyes. However, no matter how strong the light was, it seemed that it could not stop the tribesmen from turning back frequently and meeting the sad people.
The bitterness of parting.
Home is getting further and further away, and the outline of the Long family is gradually blurring. You can only see the faint black smoke rising into the sky, and you can only see the broken trance, but the beauty of the past is already engraved in every moment.
In the hearts of a tribe, they... will never forget, and will not forget.
Long Tian turned around, and everything about the Long family was also imprinted in his memory. His childhood, his happiness, and his growth existed there. He was familiar with every corner there.
He could never forget a piece of land, and everything there... existed in his mind throughout his life.
Unless absolutely necessary, no one is willing to leave his hometown, no one is willing to leave this familiar home, no one is willing to go to that strange place, and everything will be strange from now on.
However, this is the only way, the only way that the Long family can survive and continue to multiply. This road is very long, very far, and the process will be bumpy, but we must... go on.
The crisis is not over. On the contrary, the real danger has just begun. With the help of the Long family's clan protection formation, the family resisted the first wave of war, but now during the migration process, the crowd was drawn into a long queue.
Most of them are ordinary tribesmen, and they have no power to resist in front of the warriors.
This migration is destined to be unsafe...
Once the Long family falls, what awaits them will be that all the warriors will die in battle, and all the men will be slaughtered, including children. All men will die... The only ones who exist are the women of the Long family. They will
He was driven into a married family and became an object like property. Its only function was to continue the family lineage for the married people and to dedicate the remaining years in humiliation to the growth of the married family.
The migration of nearly ten thousand people cannot be too fast, especially since there are not only men here, but also a large number of children and women. In this winter, in this cold, their crying gradually decreases, and silence replaces it.
everything.
They don't know where the future is. Maybe leaving Xuantian Continent is the only way... but no one knows whether they can get out of here alive...
In the process, how many people will die, how many people will never see their loved ones again, they don’t know...
There were many young tribesmen in the crowd. They did not have the qualifications to practice, and they rarely contributed to the family in the past. Most of them were happy to play. However, because there had been warriors who died in battle in their families, they
As long as these actions are not too outrageous, no one will pay attention to them.
At this moment, these more than ten young people looked around in the crowd with fear and fear, wishing they could go to a safe place all at once.
Around this long line of people, the warriors of the Long family, with fatigue, persistence, and silent protection, sometimes stepped forward to help some frail old people. At the front of the line was the ancestor of the Long family, with a determined look on his face.
, walking vigilantly in front, and behind him were several strong men, all of whom were vigilant.
Both sides and the rear were all like this. Long Ao walked at the end, holding a sword in his hand, walking solemnly, always paying attention to his surroundings. Long Zhi pulled Long Xin, walking silently on the right side of the team,
He looked pale and there was more blood on his chest, but he didn't care.
Long Kong, Long Xue, and other warriors in the family are all following around, always vigilant.
On the left and right, Long Zhan, Long Tianxing, and Long Tianxiong have a great responsibility, and they follow silently. Long Tianxing's right hand is always holding his sword. If there is the slightest sign of trouble, he will rush forward immediately!
Behind him, there was an old man in the crowd, occasionally glancing at him with calm eyes.
Long Tian knew this old man, he was one of the ancestors of the Long family!
Long Zhan's expression was as indifferent as ever, no one knew what he was thinking, and no one noticed the trace of sadness flashing through his narrowed eyes at that time.
Long Tian followed the people who moved his family and listened to them cry. The crying gradually turned into silence. His heart ached. He looked at the familiar faces and saw their fear. Long Tian tightened his grip.