He used the steps of the Black Mountain clan leader to guide him and asked him to help him find the reinforcements from the Black Mountain tribe. In front of these people, he brutally killed the Black Mountain clan leader and cut off his head. This move was deliberately done by Su Ming.
The magnification was magnified several times, and combined with his monster body under the full moon at this moment, his advantage reached its extreme in an instant.
Su Ming had to do this. He was very tired. Even though he was nourished by the moonlight, he still had to kill Shan Hen. Su Ming hated this traitor who was injured and fled into the jungle.
How to complete all the goals with limited physical strength is a situation Su Ming has to face now, so he does these heart-breaking behaviors.
Especially the death of the big man who looked similar to the leader of the Black Mountain clan gave Su Ming's behavior a sense of mystery. The terror represented by the word evil made Su Ming rush forward at that moment.
, the four reinforcements from Montenegro had lost their fighting spirit, and quickly retreated in horror to escape from here.
In fact, even if there was no big man who looked similar to the leader of the Black Mountain clan, Su Ming would use the same method to frighten people's hearts during the battle, thus achieving his goal of attacking people's hearts.
In this small jungle gap, in the following time, the roaring sound was mixed with the desperate sounds before death. For a long time, as the place slowly turned into silence again, Su Ming dragged his body, step by step
Get out.
There were several more wounds on his body again, especially one of the cuts, which seemed to be able to penetrate into the bone. Under the moonlight, blood gradually stopped flowing out, but Su Ming's complexion was the same as the snow on the ground.
, pale.
Behind him, there were four corpses lying on the ground. Their blood dyed the snow on the ground red, paying the price for their invasion of Montenegro.
In fact, at this moment, the Montenegrin tribe regretted that they had misjudged Toriyama's resistance and even overestimated the power of their barbarian.
In fact, they had already felt this kind of regret at the trap in the jungle, but the battle had reached that level, and they did not dare to retreat without the barbarian's order, so they could only continue to make mistakes.
But despite this, there were still some Montenegrin tribesmen who were not dead but injured. They were shocked by the Toriyama tribe's desperate efforts during the killing. They did not continue the pursuit or return to the Montenegro tribe, but dispersed.
, retreating far away in the jungle, trying to use the injury as an excuse to not continue fighting.
Wushanbe's madness was unforgettable to them.
Su Ming was galloping around here. Panting heavily, he followed the clues on the ground and searched for the traces of the mountain according to the tracking technique he had naturally learned since he was a child in the jungle!
He wants to find this person, on behalf of Nansong, on behalf of the entire Toriyama tribe, and on behalf of all the familiar faces who died in the trap, ask Shanhen why!
The roar in the sky continued, and Su Ming knew that it was Grandpa who was desperately trying to sacrifice his life, dragging Black Mountain Bitu to fight with him, and it is still going on.
He used everything he could to protect the safety of his tribe. Su Ming remained silent, but the persistence and determination in his eyes did not diminish at all.
As he was walking forward, following the clues left by the mountain marks, Su Ming quickly pursued him. On the way and inside, Su Ming saw corpses one after another. All of those corpses were those he had chosen to leave behind along the way.
of tribesmen.
Looking at these tribesmen, Su Ming felt sad but also had deep respect in his heart. As he walked past the corpses of each tribesman, Su Ming's footsteps stopped in the jungle in the distance.
In front of him was a big tree. Under the big tree, leaning against a young man, his hands were hanging down. On his right side, there was a body made of bones, and the wound was stained with brown blood.
, several of the holes seemed to be covered.
Su Ming came closer and looked at the dead Liu Di. His corpse was already stiff, and his godless eyes were looking at the sky. He didn't know what he was looking at before he died. Perhaps, like the funeral song of Bird Mountain,
He was asking, whose eyes were the blue of the sky, and whose twinkling of stars in the dark night belonged to whom.
Looking at Liu Di, Su Ming slowly knelt down, picked up the broken bone, and put it in his arms.
He could not forget the sound of humming and singing that echoed in the quiet tribe many nights, which made him somewhat dissatisfied. There were even a few times when he wanted to go find this guy, but he held back.
But now, Su Ming closed his eyes. He really wanted to listen to a piece of bad music again, but the person who played it had already gone back.
Su Ming left.
With its speed, and with the countless silk threads fluttering behind it under the moonlight, Su Ming galloped forward in the jungle, following the footprints of the mountain marks, Su Ming chased out.
The footprints belonging to Shanhen on the ground were very messy, which meant that Shanhen was not only seriously injured, but also seemed to be mentally disturbed, so he neglected to cover up while running away.
Or perhaps, he did not expect that such a small person would pursue him relentlessly. Otherwise, as the leader of the Niaoshan hunting team, Shan Hen was no more familiar with the jungle than Su Ming.
Just half a point worse.
This pursuit continued as time passed. When the sky was completely dark in the middle of the night, the full moon was in the sky. Under its light, the surrounding stars dimmed. Even the rolling fog in the sky seemed unable to stop it.
While covering up, Su Ming walked to the gully that his grandfather had drawn before to block the footsteps of those who were pursuing the Black Mountain. The light curtain was damaged and no longer existed.
Here, Su Ming saw Niao La. She was lying there quietly, seemingly smiling.
Looking at Niao La, Su Ming walked gently towards him, looking at his pale and blurry face, the words he said before his death seemed to float in his ears.
"Are you... Mo Su..."
After standing next to Niao La's body for a long time, Su Ming suddenly raised his steps and walked out.
After passing here, Su Ming came to the place where Bi Su was killed. Bi Su's body was gone. It was obviously taken away by someone.
The scenes that Su Ming saw while galloping along the way made him seem to relive the brutality of the tribal war, which was deeply engraved in his mind until he came to the place where his body trembled.
This place still belonged to the jungle. In front of Su Ming, he saw the broken flesh and blood all over the ground. Only the pale hair on the ground showed the old figures that Su Ming was familiar with.
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This is the place where the old people in the tribe chose to stay when the tribe was migrating, just after they left the trap. These old people are no longer there. The desolate wind blew across the earth, blowing up the snow on the ground, and
Those scattered white hairs.
They asked Grandpa for something that could make their flesh and blood explode, and used their remaining lives to laugh fearlessly while talking and laughing about the past when they were young, and when the pursuers from the Montenegro came, and turned into loud bangs.
Bang.
Su Ming bowed deeply to this bloody land. These ordinary elders of the clan were as respected as the barbarians who died in battle.
Silently raising his steps, Su Ming walked through the snow. Along the way, he found the five arrows with the bird's head and placed them behind him. As he pursued them, he came to the place where the battle ended and death
The place with the most people is also the most tragic place. This is where the Montenegro trap is located.
Looking at this trap land, Su Ming's murderous intention towards Shan Hen became even more serious.
There were so many dead bodies on the ground, especially in front of Mu Ming, the scenes of the dozen or so lazy young men in the tribe rushing out without hesitation, made Su Ming's heart feel painful again.
He followed Shan Hen's footprints, and those footprints told Su Ming that what he saw was what Shan Hen also saw when he was escaping. Even in these places, Shan Hen's footprints were obviously much heavier.
It seems that he paused here.
"Shan Hen, the place you are going to... could it be there..." Su Ming murmured, with a complex look on his face. When he was very young, Shan Hen was the leader of the hunting team in the tribe, and even competed with him.
Like the female head, they are the elders and strong men worshiped by the Lasu people of the tribe.
The different personalities of the two people made the female head more popular among the Lasu, but Shanhen's indifference also made those Lasu vaguely feel protected while being afraid.
Perhaps, he had to be indifferent. As the leader of the hunting team, he guarded Bird Mountain and provided enough food. This made him spend a lot of time out fighting wild beasts. He saw too many bloody mountain marks. He might also smile.
, but this smile often appears on the face of Shanhen hidden in the dark when the tribesmen cheer when they have enough food and no one is starving to death.
Most of his tribesmen couldn't see his smile.
Why would such a person betray his tribe? Su Ming walked past the trap in silence. He no longer looked at the footprints on the ground. He had already guessed where the mountain marks were at this moment.
After walking through the previous trap, under the moonlit night, Su Ming turned into a long red rainbow toward the front. Gradually, as time passed, a vague outline appeared in front of Su Ming in the dark night.
There used to be laughter, happiness and beauty there. Every night, there would be bonfires lighting up the surroundings, the dancing of the tribesmen, and the playing of the Lasu people in the night.
There, Su Ming's sixteen years of memories were stored there, but now, it was desolate, dilapidated, and in ruins.
There is their Toriyama tribe.
Under the moonlight, as Su Ming approached, he saw a man kneeling there in the center of the tribe without a gate, on the snow, in the chaos on the ground, crying.
His cry was very clear in this quiet night, echoing around, and the sadness in the cry made Su Ming pause in his steps.
"Is this sadness real..." Su Ming clenched his fists and walked over resolutely. As he approached, when he walked through the broken tribal gate, he was only a hundred feet away from the crying man.
At this time, Su Ming stopped.
He looked at the man's back, listened to his painful cries, and looked at the old home in front of him. Su Ming's heart seemed to be stabbed severely by a knife.