On the edge of a large black canyon on the grassland, there is an irregular khaki small village nestled in a low-lying area.
The village is like a dark patch growing on this pale yellow prairie.
Next to the village is a place that resembles ruins, and you can see stone pillars that are either crooked or straight everywhere.
Under the setting sun, it is peaceful here.
Several African elephants were dyed red all over. Next to the elephant's four pillar-like legs was a baby elephant. The baby elephant ran forward a few steps from time to time.
Then he was entangled by the elephant's trunk and slowed down.
Beside a few sparse tall green trees, a few giraffes stretched their necks and chewed leaves, waving their tails in peace and silence.
The trees here all grow individually, or at most a few form a cluster.
Cohen stood at the entrance of the village, watching a group of topless black women dancing around a bonfire. They didn’t know what kind of dance they were doing.
He raised his hands high, applauded, and sang an unknown desolate song loudly.
An old woman with a face similar to Rosdam's was sitting by the campfire, clapping her hands as well, and singing a few lines in time with her voice from time to time.
There is a young man playing a tambourine on the side, which is very rhythmic.
Someone was tapping their white thigh bones against each other, making a popping sound.
When Cohen woke up this morning, he found that Rosdam was missing. He searched for a while but couldn't find it, so he left the house alone.
The indigenous people outside were very friendly to him. Although they didn't understand the language, they also knew how to smile.
Here, in this completely unfamiliar tribal village, Cohen suddenly felt an unprecedented sense of peace.
"It's nice here, right?"
Rosdam's voice suddenly came from beside him.
"Yes." Cohen nodded. He had long been used to the other party's elusiveness.
"This village has honest people and ancient heritage. Unfortunately... we can't stay here for a long time." He said with regret.
"Why?" Cohen asked in a low voice, "Didn't you say it's safe here?" He touched a scar on his chin, the last scar.
The deep scars gave him a different kind of masculinity.
"I'll tell you the truth." Rosdam turned his head, a trace of fear flashed in his eyes. "Actually, I'm being hunted just like you.
"No..." Cohen opened his eyes wide. "Who can hunt you down?"
"A very powerful existence...very powerful." Rosdam replied in a low voice. "You may be in the same danger when you are with me now.
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"You know Rosdam, you now feel like you are a fake drug seller." Cohen didn't believe it at all. This old guy is lying.
That was one thing at a time. He didn't know how many times he had been deceived.
"Forget it if you don't believe it." Rosdam also shrugged and stopped talking. They both quietly enjoyed the dance of the natives around the bonfire.
He quietly glanced in a certain direction outside the village.
As for Cohen's trouble, it is just a mortal's entanglement and nothing. Compared to this. If that guy catches up again...
After so many years of hunting and running around Tibet, it may be time to finally come to an end.
Thinking back to the greedy fight, to the burial and death of friends one by one, perhaps from the beginning, no one thought it would end like this.
He was tired of living in constant hiding, so he chose to return to his hometown, to be born here and die here. It was also a good choice.
Rosdam looked at the old woman in the middle of the crowd.
"Don't give up, we will always stand behind you, Dam." The old woman said in her eyes.
"Yeah...I lost everything. But I still remember that I still have you." A chrysanthemum-like smile appeared on Rosdam's face again. He suddenly
Then he raised his hands high, clenched them into fists, closed his eyes piously, and sang loudly to the rhythm.
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Far away from the village, on the edge of the Grand Canyon.
Under the setting sun, a skinny old man wearing gray and black cloth clothes was standing. He was leaning on a sheep skull cane and looking quietly at the village in the distance.
direction.
There was a deep scar on the old man's forehead, as if he had cut through the flesh with some sharp blade and carved it into his forehead and skull.
"Fate has brought me here, Rosdam, you can't escape..."
The old man's stature was stooped, as if he could be blown over by a gust of wind.
But at this moment, there were actually two golden lions prostrate at his feet. One lion was shaking the mane on its head from time to time, with its strong streamlined muscles.
The fleshy fur was dyed red by the setting sun.
The clothes on the old man's body seemed to be wrapped up with many strips of cloth. Compared with the orderliness of the mummy, the strips of cloth on his body were more messy.
Disorderly, messy.
"Everything is guided by fate."
He slowly lifted the crutch and tapped it lightly on the ground.
Snap.
The two male lions at their feet suddenly roared, stood up in their original prostrate posture, and walked towards the village with their heads shaking.
In the woods and grasslands behind them, lionesses began to appear densely, and there were actually dozens of them.
After the lions, there are large groups of spotted wild dogs. They run briskly in groups and cry like children. Judging from the number, they are actually black.
There are no more than a thousand heads in this large area.
These are enough to sweep across the grassland like locusts. From a high altitude, they look like a black cloud rushing towards the village.
Then came a group of red-faced baboons, these powerful creatures that even leopards would shy away from when they got so fierce, running in groups waving their arms.
, just between and behind the wild dogs, they roared from time to time and showed their sharp teeth.
The old man stood on the cliff, looking down at the huge group of beasts rushing past him.
"Destiny...!!" he shouted loudly. "Tear apart all those who stand in your way!!"
It is a local indigenous language, but the syllables seem to be a kind of singing. A kind of praise.
DANG DANG DANG DANG!!!
The sound of gongs suddenly sounded in the village. The natives hurried into the village and quickly set up spiked wooden fences. They were as thick as arms.
Wooden fences seem to give people a sense of security.
The villagers showed panic expressions as they looked at the herd of beasts rushing in the distance.
Someone was saying something loudly and shouting something in native dialect.
Some people took their children and hid in their houses, while others held onto spears, bows and arrows and other weapons, but most people focused their attention on the bonfire in the middle.
Sitting there was the most mysterious and powerful witch doctor in the village - Daryl.
Daryl was also holding a crutch, which was made of black wood. There were strings of bone chains of different colors hanging on it.
"Don't worry. Our ancestors have always been with us." He roared loudly. He obviously looked like an old man of **10 years old, but his voice was different at this time.
As loud and powerful as a young man.
It was as if she had magic power. As her voice spread, hundreds of natives in the village immediately fell silent and gathered at the entrance of the village.
On the flat ground in the square, the men took up weapons one after another. Spears, javelins, bows and arrows, scimitars, axes. There were all kinds of weapons.
The women began to gather together, and under the leadership of the leader, they organized the village into a circle with sturdy houses on the periphery, and piled wooden fences and stone soil bags in between.
Pile them into a temporary fortress.
Daryl looked far into the distance, and she could see that the man standing on the cliff in the distance was the culprit of everything.
"The plague-like messenger of disaster is back..."
Qike Fibo. Perhaps too many people have forgotten this name.
This name that frightened everyone back then and the figure that made all tribes tremble has finally returned.
That epic experience and story is a memory that Daryl will never forget.
She once thought that Geek Fibber was dead.
But he didn't expect that he was just lured away by Rosdam. He was lured away because of that thing.
"The things of our ancestors cannot be tarnished. They are the source of everything we have, the source of our bloodline!" Daryl looked at Rosdam in the crowd.
The two looked at each other and nodded equally firmly.
Cohen sensitively realized that he might have been involved in something even more extraordinary...
He looked at his old friend and the old woman exchanging glances, feeling something strange in his heart.
"The situation is a little bad..." he asked in a low voice.
"We are about to return to the embrace of our ancestors." Rosdam said calmly.
"I guess..." Cohen's expression changed. This time he could see that his old friend was not joking. "Are you sure?"
"Is it because of the crystal document you mentioned?" He seemed to have thought of something, "The supreme document that you revered as the sacred object of your ancestors"
Documents?"
"Yes. That document has always been with me." Rosdam hid in the crowd and explained to Cohen in a low voice. At this time, Daryl began
Boosting morale loudly and using weird dialects that are incomprehensible.
All the natives showed sadness and anger on their faces, and their morale was suddenly boosted.
What's weird is that the beasts on the outskirts of the village consciously stopped as soon as they got within ten meters of the village.
It made a fearful whine, as if there was something terrible ahead of it.
Rosdam looked at the beasts outside and stopped. "That's right, the purpose of the person who chased me was to obtain the ancestral documents, which is what you call
Zhiwen document."
Seeing this miracle, the natives immediately cheered. They shouted loudly, beat their chests, raised their spears and made threatening sounds.
Sound. But more often than not, they were kneeling on the ground and praying loudly.
"The Supreme Document... It's something more troublesome than the secret of the lucky stone clock. It caused so many turmoils back then." Even if it wasn't.
The people of that world, Cohen also knew a little bit about this. The supreme document with mysterious power was from these tribesmen.
The source of all power, with mysterious and incredible power. (To be continued...)