"Once upon a time, the Shadow Clan lived freely in the jungle. One day, everything changed. My people became slaves of the barbarians, and their lives completely changed!"
In Mu Ling's mind, he couldn't help but burst into tears as he recalled the childhood scene: "As a member of the Shadow Tribe, if I want to lead my tribe to get rid of the barbarians, I must find a suitable alliance!"
Zhao Feng listened quietly to Mu Ling's thoughts and looked down at the map. On the map, the fortress to the east of them was called Langya. It was one of a series of war fortresses between the territories of the barbarians and the orcs.
Recently, because the orcs have suspended their attacks, the cooperation between the barbarians has turned into a fight, and the trend is becoming more and more intense.
"Mu Ling, what do you think we should do if we want to go to Datang?"
"Actually, it's not difficult to go to Datang!" Mu Ling said.
"Oh, please give me some advice, Mu Ling!"
Mu Ling pointed at the map and drew a circle in an area: "There is a camp of the orcs here. As long as you can obtain the consent of the orcs, you can go all the way eastward from here over the mountain. Over this mountain, you will reach the big mountain."
The jurisdiction of the Tang Western Region Protectorate!"
"here?"
Zhao Feng did not expect that the dividing line between the territory of the Orcs and the Barbarians of the Tang Dynasty would be a large mountain. This large mountain stretches for tens of thousands of miles, and there are many snow-capped mountains and rivers in it.
"Crossing the mountains is better than fighting continuously. Without a base and lack of supplies, breaking into the barbarian territory is tantamount to suicide."
The orc tribe's territory is to the west, and the barbarian tribe's territory is right in the middle of the Tang Dynasty where Zhao Feng and others are going. If they take a detour to the orc tribe's territory, the situation is still unknown.
"Mu Ling, are the orcs easy to deal with?"
"I don't know about this situation. The barbarians and the orcs are at odds with each other and are constantly fighting each other. Wuman and I have never been to the orcs' territory."
Zhao Feng thought over and over again and decided to go to the orc territory to have a look. The most troublesome part now is how to pass through the barbarian territory in front of the Wolf Fang.
"Mu Ling, do you have black snake grass here?"
"Black snake grass?" Mu Ling took out a bunch of tied hay and asked, "Do you want this herb?"
Zhao Feng took it and took a look and nodded: "Yes, it is exactly this kind of herb!"
"This kind of herb can only be found on the east side of Wolf Fang Castle!"
"Mu Ling, can you get some for me? I can use them!"
"No problem!" Mu Ling agreed, turned and left.
Zhao Feng told Ruo Xingchen: "Stay outside while I begin to cast spells on Wuman!"
"good!"
If Xingchen left, Zhao Feng moved Wuman to a big tree with dense leaves and placed it between the branches.
"Wuman, bear with it, you will be in unbearable pain next time!"
"Master, don't worry, Wuman can bear it!"
Zhao Feng took out the Wuji needle and inserted it into the main acupuncture points of various parts of Wuman's body, and then began to operate a very special secret method.
This method was also used by Zhao Feng for the first time. It was originally recorded in the Miscellaneous Studies Chapter of Taizhen Pharmacopoeia, and it was a heretical method.
This method is actually the charm drawn by the barbarians on the body, but it is more effective.
Zhao Feng cast the Soul-Sealing Curse, which restricted Wuman's soul and temporarily isolated the Soul-Sealing Curse on him, and then began to lift the Soul-Sealing Curse bit by bit.
This step is very dangerous. If anything goes wrong, Wuman will become a useless person, and his life may even be in danger.
Zhao Feng, who had never practiced before, took every step carefully and removed the soul-binding curse bit by bit. Until dawn the next day, this step was finally completed.
Zhao Feng, who was so tired that he was sweating profusely, took a break, while Wuman's body surface was already dripping with blood at this time, and there was almost no good place to play with his skin.
"Wu Man, can you still bear it?"
"Master, I'm fine!" Wuman gritted his teeth while speaking, and the severe pain made his body tremble continuously.
"Next, I will engrave the God of War curse on you! You hold back!"
In fact, the barbarian's talisman is a special tattoo that implants a special magic spell under the body surface to stimulate the body's potential, which can even rival talents.
Based on his own soul power, Zhao Feng condensed the real fire he mastered into a sword and began to carve the God of War curse on Wuman's body.
First the forehead, then the cheeks, then the chest, back, arms, hands, thighs, and feet. There are a total of twelve kinds of magic spells. Each time, Wuman was so painful that he couldn't help but moan in pain.
It was so easy to finish the forehead part, Wu Man was so painful that he almost fainted.
"Wu Man, think about your ideals and whatever you want to do, you must not lose your fighting spirit!" Zhao Feng encouraged Wu Man while carving, his cheeks, chest and back, and he finally completed it bit by bit.
After two days of busy work, Zhao Feng was finally done: "Wu Man, the first and most basic step is completed. Now I have to start the most critical step, which is to activate the soul resonance for the God of War Curse!"
"No problem, master, just do it!" Wu Man was already weak.
Zhao Feng prepared for a long time, regained his energy, looked at the wood spirit waiting under the tree, and continued to start.
This time, Zhao Feng arranged a spirit-gathering array around Wuman's body, and then arranged a formation called soul-inducing.
With everything ready, Zhao Feng finally started to cast the spell. Wuman was enveloped in a pale golden light and gradually entered a very special transformation state.
"Fortunately, on the mysterious island, I activated all the talents of the Holy Spirit Body, otherwise Wuman would be in danger at this time!"
Zhao Feng finally breathed a sigh of relief when he saw that the formation had guided Wuman into the state.
"Mu Ling, have you got the herbs?"
Mu Ling nodded and took out a large handful of black snake grass. Zhao Feng noticed that Mu Ling was injured.
"Are you hurt?"
"It's just a minor injury!"
Zhao Feng opened his right hand and released the light of life, quickly helping the wood spirit recover from his injuries.
"Thank you!" Mu Ling bowed slightly.
"No kidding, these black snake plants of yours are the key!"
Next, Zhao Feng used black snake grass as the basis to make a poison called phantom poison. This poison was a fourth-grade poison, and it was already the most powerful poison that Zhao Feng had ever refined.
"Mu Ling, do you know where the vent of Wolf Fang is?"
Mu Ling casually drew the floor plan of Wolf Fang Castle on a big leaf:
"Here, here are the vents! There are twenty-four in total!"
"Great, I'll take action tonight. At dawn tomorrow, we can enter the Wolf Fang to rest!"
Mu Ling was surprised that Zhao Feng was so confident. The Wolf Fang Castle covers an area of several hundred feet and is more than thirty feet high. Even tens of thousands of soldiers and horses may not be able to win it.
Zhao Feng prepared the phantom poison. When it got dark, he quietly went under the Wolf Fang Castle and started to light the phantom poison from the vent at the bottom.
Phantom poison is a colorless and odorless poisonous smoke with a short onset time.
As Zhao Feng ignited the phantom poison, the poisonous smoke, which was difficult to detect, began to enter the interior of the castle along the vents.
The ventilation holes that Mu Ling knew were incomplete, but it did not affect the final result. The next day, before dawn, there was not a single living barbarian in the castle...