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621 Track 1

Woo...

The team's tires scratched the grass, and their engines made a bright sound.

Garen was sitting casually, half lying on the seat, his eyes slightly squinted, as if he was dozing off.

"Leibo has been discovered!" The pony-tailed woman who connected to the satellite suddenly said. "It's forty-three kilometers away from us."

The bald head glanced at Garen. He was motionless, as if he hadn't heard any sound.

"Catch up." He ordered himself. He touched his blinded eye, and a trace of hatred flashed in the remaining eye of his bald head.

"But, there are signs of a large group of animals gathering ahead." The pony-tailed woman whispered.

"Just kill anyone who encounters obstruction." The bald head frowned.

"Okay." The pony-tailed woman understood that if Garen didn't speak, then the leader of the team would be bald.

A team of more than 200 people is fully armed with all kinds of heavy weapons. What kind of animals are they afraid of? Even an angry herd of elephants can be killed directly!

The convoy continued to move forward.

Garen was sleeping in the car with his hands folded, but no one in the entire elite or the core members nearby dared to pay attention to him just because he was resting.

They are the ones who know best the methods and will of this seemingly young blond man. He does not look like a young man in his twenties at all, but more like an extremely tough and powerful terrifying mercenary.

Every once in a while, everyone's eyes will pass by the Garonne Archer Agricultural Bank.

Gallon slept in the car with his arms folded.

When I came to South Africa this time, I originally thought that I would deal with my opponents and then go back after getting the lucky stone clock. Unexpectedly, the lucky stone clock also involved a big secret. Moreover, the bearer actually fled the city early.

What he had thought was a relaxing side trip was completely ruined.

What I thought was a simple trip has now turned into a long journey.

Moreover, the cunning Leiber used various means to lead them in the wrong direction more than once. Their tracking expert was simply a rookie compared to the other party. No wonder that guy was able to live so well despite so many crises.

"Another set of signals has been destroyed." The pony-tailed woman reported in a low voice.

"Fuck!!" The bald man reached out and wanted to punch the car door hard, but he immediately glanced at Garen and then put it down gently.

How many times have you been on this journey?

Leiber not only let them chase him in vain, but also continued to hunt and kill the tracking team they sent out. So far, more than fifteen people have died at the hands of that guy.

"Give the order, go down and change into a group of five people. I don't believe he can kill five people at once and still not make any move!!" Bald Head lowered his voice and ordered.

"yes."

The soldiers on the convoy began to check their weapons and load ammunition.

A strong sense of oppression slowly spread. The entire convoy was like a regular army regiment, driving towards the village beside the Grand Canyon at a constant speed.

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roar!!

A lioness pounced on him wildly and bit out the throat of a native, but was immediately stabbed into his side and abdomen by several sharp spears.

Bloody water splashed onto the surrounding grass, dyeing patches of grassland red.

This is just one of the corners, with lions and wild dogs and baboons flying and biting like crazy as if they had taken medicine and rushing towards the native village.

Most of them were still afraid of some unknown thing and stayed outside a circle outside the village, but a small number of ferocious beasts had already rushed into the circle with red eyes and started fighting with the defending natives.

There was blood everywhere in the village, both from natives and from wild beasts.

In the center of the village, there was a clean circular area. During the fighting, no one dared to enter that area, no matter whether they were beasts or natives.

There were several people standing in this area, and Daryl, the village witch doctor, was in the middle, holding up a crutch with a bone chain on it and mumbling something.

Cohen was standing next to her, and Rosdam. The two stood behind her. They didn't make any moves, they just watched the brutal fight outside in a thrilling way.

Cohen was surprised to find that the natives in the village did not seem to be as weak as he imagined, but seemed to have strong strength, speed, and bloody spirit. He saw with his own eyes two native women working together to kill a lioness.

Their strength seemed to suddenly increase, and their fighting movements became extremely skillful and powerful.

And the men would only be attacked by the beasts after they were exhausted. Before that, everyone had hunted and killed dozens of creatures. This was a terrifying efficiency.

Cohen sometimes wonders if he has met God. Do the white people who fought the slave war know that the natives were so fierce?

He just felt a garbled feeling in his heart, and he didn't know what expression to use at all.

"Just smile, keep smiling." Rosdam interrupted.

"I'll wipe it!" Cohen was startled, "Can you stop showing up suddenly?"

"It's coming." Rosdam suddenly looked into the distance and said mysteriously. "Do you still remember the time at the Ceylon ruins?"

"certainly."

"That old guy was once the owner of that ruins."

"...You mean, this old guy...that ruins were built for this old guy?" Cohen reacted immediately and was shocked.

"He is the messenger of disaster, the plague of the earth. Three hundred years ago, the tribal chiefs jointly killed and sealed this guy with a document page. Unexpectedly, he has been resurrected now." Rosdam said with a serious face.

.

"Oh shit...are you telling me a myth? You were killed and resurrected? I am an archaeologist! Do you know what a scientist is? I am a person who understands science!" Cohen wanted to seize this person.

The old man beat me up. "You've been bragging that you lived for hundreds of years, and now you tell me that that guy lived for three hundred years and was resurrected from the dead? Can you be more funny?"

"Okay...old friend, I'm so relieved to see you regain your vitality." Rosdam shrugged and expressed helplessness.

"Don't interrupt!" Cohen's nerves have always been strong, and this scene can no longer scare him. I think when countless black man-eating insects attacked in the ruins, he was just frightened to the point of weakness.

Much better than those guys who pee and poop.

"Look out! It's coming!"

Daryl stood in front and suddenly said, "Rosdam, help me."

"Okay." Rosdam stretched out his hand to untie Daryl's clothes.

"I'll wipe it! If you two want to mess around, it depends on the occasion!!" The weirdo Cohen yelled.

"Trespass on your whole family!!" "Fuck!" Rosdam and Daryl cursed at the same time.

"You, you, you...! Don't you know how to speak English?!" Cohen pointed at Daryl with a ghostly look on his face.

"I've eaten more candy than you've ever seen rice! Boy, watch your mouth!" Daryl lightly patted Cohen on the shoulder, and the guy immediately became obedient. His whole body was stiff and unable to move.

Only this time did he see clearly that instead of untying his clothes, Rosdam had just grabbed Daryl's back clothes.

The two of them were interrupted by Cohen, and the atmosphere suddenly felt much more relaxed, no longer as heavy as it was at the beginning.

They nodded to each other and exchanged glances.

Daryl opened his mouth and raised his throat.

"Woo~~~~~~"

A black book slowly flew out of Rosdam's clothes.

There was no wind but there seemed to be an invisible hand holding the book and gently suspending it in the air directly in front of the two of them.

The page of the book was slowly opened, and it was filled with black text symbols that were twisted and tilted to the left. No one could understand what was recorded on it.

"Zhiwen...Zhiwen page..." An old voice came from far away along the wind.

The grass in the distance seemed to have been crushed by something, and all the dead grass and shrubs were crushed and toppled. The entire land seemed to be gently combed and pressed over by something. It was like using a tool to comb a blanket.

Wow....

Huge invisible pressure was pressing hard towards the village.

The beasts let out howls of terror and ran around, no longer staying in the same place, but as if there was some deadly threat chasing behind them. They didn't even care about the native opponents who were still fighting just a moment ago.

Large groups of beasts fled from the village like a dark torrent, and soon disappeared into the grassland in the distance.

"Woo~~~~..." Daryl was still roaring loudly. Her lung capacity seemed to be endless.

But Cohen could see that Rosdam, who had his hands on her back, was taking in big breaths, and their lungs seemed to be connected together.

coax!!

At that moment, Cohen felt that his ears were directly deafened. He felt a huge air flow burst out from the black pages floating in the air.

This airflow creates a huge pressure, facing the huge pressure from the distance.

The surrounding natives were wrapped up in this pressure. They prostrated on the ground, threw away their weapons, and began to sing and pray loudly. Their expressions were extremely pious.

boom!!

There was obviously no sound.

But when the two pressures collided in the air less than two meters outside the village, at that moment, Cohen seemed to feel that he heard a loud noise. It was not a real sound, but more like a burst of sound in his consciousness.

Loud noise.

He subconsciously covered his ears, but the loud noise was still unstoppable.

"Careful!!" Someone pulled him, and Cohen felt himself move a step to the right, and then at the critical moment, a huge invisible air flow passed by his original position.

My shoulder was rubbed a little bit, and I just felt a burning pain.

He still couldn't see everything around him, and his eyes seemed to be blurry. Countless colors were mixed together, twisted and rotated, just like many colors of paint were poured into a bucket and stirred, and nothing could be seen clearly.

There was only a faint sound in my ears.

"His consciousness was shaken. His weak consciousness... it is very troublesome to face such an impact..." The voice was intermittent, and it seemed to be Daryl speaking.

Cohen felt like he was under turbid water, his body moved slowly, he couldn't see anything, and could only barely hear something.

He felt as if he was being pulled by someone to run, passing through a colorful passage and crossing a creeping and twisted cave. He didn't know how long it took.

Bang bang!!

Suddenly, two thunderous sounds sounded in my ears.

Cohen came to his senses and all his senses quickly returned to normal.

He was shocked to find that he was no longer in the original village. The surrounding area was dark, and he seemed to be in a cave tunnel.

He was being pulled by Rosdam and was following Daryl. The three of them were standing at an exit of the cave passage.


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