They were afraid of death. They were so scared that their hearts would break, so they did not dare to go behind the tribe. They originally wanted to choose the middle, but the people in the crowd were all Lasu children who had lost their relatives. In this way, they
They can only choose to stay close to the clan leader, in front of the tribal people, because they feel that it is safe here, because they feel that the clan leader is guarding everything.
But now, they have seen the crisis of the patriarch, but as long as they don't step out of this pretty light, this crisis will not hurt for the time being... [bsp; At this critical moment, among the more than ten young people at the front,
There was a man, his face was pale, his body was trembling, and his fragile body seemed to be blown away by the fear, but his eyes were crazy and bloodshot for the first time at this moment.
"I have been living in ignorance for half my life, eating and waiting to die. I have not made any contribution to the tribe, but wasted so much food. I know that many tribesmen look down on me. I know that even those Lasu think I am a waste.
…
I am indeed a waste, I have no savage body, I am lazy, I do not have a strong body, I am of no use... The only thing I have is the glory that Abba bought with his death when he hunted wild beasts for the tribe...
Today, I want to tell all the tribesmen that I am a waste, but I am also a tribesman!!!" The young man's eyes were red, and he rushed out with a roar, and went straight to the tribe leader, using his flesh and blood to fight for the tribe leader's life and death.
, build a wall of life!
With a bang, the young man's body intersected with the clan leader's retreat and blocked him. However, in just a moment, he was penetrated by a whistling sharp arrow, and his whole body suddenly exploded.
Direct death.
"Abba...your Rasu is not a waste..." The young man smiled miserably before he died.
Almost at the moment when this young man rushed out of death, his companions, the dozen or so young men, all roared and rushed out crazily. They wanted to use their lives to repay the tribe for their upbringing, and to use their lives to welcome the Ran again.
The glory of dust.
"We are trash, but we are also members of the tribe!!" The dozen or so young men rushed out with a roar, using their fragile bodies and their blood to form a flesh and blood for their tribe leader and their clansmen.
The roaring sound of the ravine continued. The two men from the Black Mountain tribe who were chasing after them obviously did not expect that ordinary members of the Wushan tribe could rush out at this time, but there was contempt in the eyes of these two people.
With disdain, in their eyes, this group of ordinary tribesmen were fragile and vulnerable.
In the roar, these ten people were all bloody and torn to pieces, but they still used their lives and their will to stop him even if they died. Some even used their bodies to hug the black mountain dead man, even if
The body was shattered by the shock, but the teeth clenched tightly.
Tragic. The level of tragedy of this battle seems to have reached an extremely high level so far. The will of these more than ten young people has shaken the two chasing men from the Montenegro tribe. They did not expect that these ordinary Wushan tribesmen could be so crazy.
and persistence delayed their pursuit for about two breaths.
The time of two breaths was very short, and the cost was the lives of those young people, but these two breaths brought about a change in the life and death crisis of the Wushan clan leader. In that sorrow, the Wushan clan leader returned to the light of the elephant, and his
His heart felt like it was being cut by a knife, but he knew that he could not die, not for himself, but for the sake of the tribe.
He looked at the corpses on the ground in front of him, at the group of people who once made him feel helpless and even a little disgusted, and at these familiar faces who were now bloody and bloody. The leader of the Wushan clan, a man in his forties who looked like an iron tower.
,Cried.
Behind him, more tribesmen were crying. Those more than ten young men used their lives to tell everyone that although they were trash, they were also members of the tribe, and they could die for the tribe!
Su Ming bit his lip and fought with the big man in front of him again and again. The 243 blood lines in his body had condensed into one, and he started fighting with the big man while roaring continuously.
What he was good at was speed, while the big man was good at strength. Similar to Ye Wang, this battle, even in this battlefield, was extremely conspicuous. Lei Chen saw it, Ula saw it, and many tribesmen saw it.
The little girl in the crowd shed tears and looked at Su Ming, she was afraid.
At this moment, a shocking roar suddenly sounded from a distance, and the black mist figure transformed by the evil skills of the Black Mountain Barbarian Bitu, who was fighting with Agao, suddenly collapsed and turned into countless black energy.
While looking around, Grandpa, with an indescribable momentum, took long strides and walked towards the tribal crowd in an instant.
Grandpa, I’m back!!
He was so fast that he seemed to take three steps forward in the sky. When the first step fell, grandpa suddenly stood beside Su Ming. Amid the shock of the big man in black mountain hemp clothes, grandpa pointed at this person.
Between his eyebrows, the big man trembled and spurted out blood. As he retreated, a deep blood hole appeared between his eyebrows. His expression was gloomy, and he fell down directly, dying.
Grandpa did not pause and took the second step. In this second step, he appeared at the front next to the man in black who was fighting with Nan Song. With a fierce wave of his right hand, the man's body immediately shook violently.
collapse.
An earth-shattering aura filled the sky from Grandpa's body, killing people one step at a time. His figure made all the surrounding Black Mountain tribesmen show fear and retreat one after another.
Excitement appeared in Su Ming's eyes. Not only him, but all the Wushan tribe members were roaring with excitement at this moment. However, they saw that grandpa took the third step at this moment. This third step was exactly towards the obstacle in the way.
The giant wooden fence in front fell with a kick. The fence fell into pieces with a bang and turned into countless fragments that were about to spread. However, with a flick of Grandpa's sleeve, these fragments were like sharp arrows, flying around the Wushan tribe people.
Go straight towards the retreating Montenegrin barbarians.
For a moment, the sound of screams echoed.
After three steps, Grandpa's face turned sickly rosy, but it quickly dissipated. He turned around and spoke calmly.
"Don't stay, go!!"
Following his words, there were many casualties among those from the Black Mountain tribe, and they did not dare to stop them. The crowd from the Black Mountain tribe, led by the clan leader, quickly moved forward. The man who was leaning against the big tree was on his deathbed.
The very Liu Di was also helped up and left.
Soon, the previous battlefield became silent, with only the corpses and blood on the ground lingering for a long time.
In the crowd, Su Ming was covered in blood and walked quickly and silently. The little girl next to him, who was being held by the tribe, no longer cried at this moment, but had strength in her ignorant eyes.
She was still young and she didn't understand many things, but on this night, she seemed to have grown up.
The moonlight falls on the earth, seeming to illuminate the road ahead for the Wushan people who have lost their home, so that they are no longer confused and helpless.
"Clan leader, Barbarian Gong... we old men, please stay, don't let the clansmen affect the speed of migration in order to take care of us..."
During the migration, an old voice with a cough suddenly came from the crowd. It was an ordinary old man of the tribe. He was already very old and could not keep up with the tribe's team. He wanted to come, rather than let others help him and influence the tribe.
If you lose the speed of your tribe, it is better to stay by yourself.
"Let the young tribesmen go, I will stay too... In fact, we should have chosen to stay in the tribe... Sigh." Another old man stopped.
Soon, almost all the old people in the tribe walked out of the crowd one by one after a moment of silence. There were about forty people. They stubbornly chose to stay. Their remaining lives could not help the tribe.
, but they don’t have to let themselves delay the tribe’s progress.
"You..." Chief Wushan was stunned and closed his eyes, but he quickly opened them and bowed deeply to the elders of the tribe.
"Let's go... we're tired..." Those old people smiled and waved to the tribesmen. Their relatives were in the crowd, crying, but they couldn't stop it. Some middle-aged tribesmen also chose to stay, but they didn't.
allowed.
"Young man, is there a method that we old guys can use that can hurt people by exploding flesh and blood like those young men? Tell us." One of those old people walked out and looked at Grandpa with a smile.
Grandpa was silent for a moment, walked forward, put something in the old man's hand, and patted his shoulder with a sigh. He knew that this was not the time to be weak. More tribesmen needed to move quickly, so he turned around sharply.
.
"The remaining tribesmen, continue to migrate!"
In the silent tears and frequent turning back, these old people watched their tribesmen go away. They showed kind smiles, sat down with each other panting, and talked to each other about the past events of their youth. In this moonlit night, they seemed to be talking about the past.
of brilliance.
Without these old people, the crowds migrated much faster...
After a long time, when there was light in the sky, behind the Wushan tribe people, farther and farther away, the Wushan tribe was dilapidated and turned into ruins under the pale moonlight.
It seems that there is no vitality at all. Over the years, it will turn into debris. Gradually, some vegetation may grow, and slowly it will become a part of the jungle again, making all the beauty and memories of existence disappear.
Will be difficult to find.
At this moment, the wind blew, whining like a song, rolling up the snow on the ground and sweeping it away on the ground. It also swept a lot of debris that the tribesmen had scattered before leaving, moving it on the ground, making a rustling sound.
There was a sense of desolation in the voice.
Among the miscellaneous items were the toys of the child Lasu, some animal skins that the tribesmen had no time to take away, extinguished fires, some scattered herbs, and many pots and bowls and broken animal skin tents.
Except for the sound of the wind, the ruins of this tribe were silent, but one of the collapsed animal skin tents moved at this moment, and a small round beast with a furry body emerged from the tent.
, this little beast is very cute. Its hair should have been white, but now it is gray. Its eyes showed fear, and it quickly ran out of the tent, shivering in the wind and snow.
A series of neighing sounds came from its mouth, as if calling its owner. Its name is Pippi, and it is the little girl's pet.
However, its owner couldn't hear this neighing... It stayed alone in the ruins of the tribe, but never wanted to leave the collapsed tent too far, because that was its home.
While neighing, the little beast slowly retreated, as if it couldn't bear the cold and wanted to return to the tent. But at this moment, bursts of footsteps came from outside, and they saw from outside the broken gate of the tribe.
More than ten people came.
The leader was a strong man, but his expression was very gloomy. If Su Ming were here, he could recognize this man as the clan leader of the Black Mountain Tribe.
Behind him was an equally gloomy young man. The young man licked his lips and looked around with a cruel smile. He was Bi Su!
"You're walking too fast! Let's catch up. Grandpa Ying will be here soon. This time, no one from the Black Mountain tribe will be left except women!" The Black Mountain tribe leader spoke slowly and walked out of the ruins.
Bi Su retracted his gaze and looked around, turned around and was about to follow him away, but suddenly his eyes flashed and he saw the trembling little beast that dared not move. He smiled slightly and raised his right hand to wave to the little beast.
Immediately, the little beast trembled, and fell down with dim eyes. A wisp of green aura emerged from its corpse, and Bi Su caught it in his hand and placed it between his eyebrows. After a moment, its eyes showed cruelty.
"Is it called Pippi... I miss your master very much, so I will send her to reunite with you."
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