Becoming a creator in prehistory

Chapter 118
Ashmi's death had a huge impact on the druid sect. Originally, he planned to curb the development of the shepherd family after the forest was relocated.

But with his death, this plan was completely shelved.

Although Menghu hated the Mushu family as well, he was too old and had no energy to deal with internal struggles.

And he also knew that without the inherited oak sage, the leadership for other druids would also decline.

Acorns, a big killer, are no longer the exclusive domain of sages.

Whether the oak sage, who exists in name only, can continue to be the leader of the druids, all this is unknown, and even Menghu doesn't know how the future will develop.

"Hey, I hope the Druid Sect won't fall apart in my hands, otherwise I won't be able to face the oak sages of all ages."

Just when Menghu was worried about the future of the druid group, Hamelin looked at the churning fog of death, his eyes were also full of worry.

It's just that it wasn't the druids that worried him. Compared to the awakening of the original moon, other things were completely worthless.

Hearing this heavy news from Thaler, he became restless.

Thaler can seal himself in his lair and not come out, but he can't do this. He still cares about his own ethnic group in his heart, and it is impossible to turn a blind eye to all this.

Thinking of this, Hamelin brought the flute of life to his lips, and under the guidance of the sound of the flute, he stepped into the dead fog.

His trip was to find a way to contain the Primordial Moon, and even if he couldn't find a solution, he would have to kill the Tomb King.

This world is already chaotic enough, and this careerist must not be allowed to continue to stir up trouble.

Thinking of this, the music he played became louder.

The sound of the flute stirred up the entire dead fog, and passed along the infected trees all the way to the ground.

The attack method of sound waves combined with mental power is extremely powerful, and under the blessing of the flute of life, the two have no attenuation at all.

With Thaler's lesson from the past, Hamelin did not plan to go to the underground world, but planned to use this ultra-long-range attack to force the Tomb King out of the underground.

The best way to deal with an insidious guy like the Tomb King is to wait for work.

When it comes to the use of mental power, Hamelin is inferior to Thaler, but in terms of pure power, the flute of life in his hand is even higher than Thaler.

The attack song played by the flute of life is endless and has no attenuation. In his opinion, no one can withstand the long-term sonic bombardment.

However, what he didn't expect was that the Tomb King was very calm this time.

He played for a long time, but the other party still didn't show up.

"Hmph, King of the Tomb, I want to see how long you can hide. I spent time with you today. As long as you don't come out, my song will not stop."

Just when Hamelin was secretly furious, a thick column of energy mixed with many elemental forces suddenly pierced through the dead fog and bombarded him directly.

This sudden sneak attack was beyond Hamelin's expectation, and he was blown away with one blow.

However, he cared more about the attacker than the attack itself.

"Dragon Roar?!

How is this possible, how can there be awakened dragonborn in the dead fog. "

When Hamelin was puzzled, a figure came out from the dark mist.

It was a huge goat, its body was even taller than the trees, and the pair of horns on top of its head were like thick tree roots, continuously branching from the apex, and even extending to the back.

Its huge body is extremely shriveled, and its whole body is gray with decaying flesh and blood, as if covered by countless molds.

Only the sporadic white hairs between the hooves tell the world that this is its original color.

Looking at this weird giant beast, Hamelin was extremely vigilant. He didn't know where the other party came from, and why he attacked him.

However, he could feel that the giant sheep was staring at him with its cloudy eyes, which contained boundless killing intent.

The condensed killing intent of the opponent made Hamelin feel a faint tingling on his skin.

What kind of hatred is needed to condense such a strong killing intent, he can't imagine it at all, and he has no time to think about it, because the giant sheep has already rushed towards him.

Its huge and rotten body is not clumsy, but very flexible.

What I saw was that it leaped into the air with a sudden kick, stomped its hooves twice in the void, and unexpectedly made a two-stage leap into the air.

Then, it dived back to the ground again, and its root-like forked horns were like a forklift, and it came towards Hamelin.

On the other side, Hamelin quickly brought the flute of life to his lips.

Accompanied by the sound of the flute, a big tree rose from the ground directly in front of him, blocking between him and the giant sheep.

However, this does not stop the giant sheep's offensive.

With a flick of its head, the big tree was uprooted.

This kind of power made Hamelin look sideways, but for him, the battle was over, and the moment the big tree blocked it, the sound of the flute had also entered the next stage.

Countless spikes of mental power condensed around the giant sheep, piercing it riddled with holes in the blink of an eye.

Seeing the giant sheep crashing down, Hamelin also stopped playing.

He walked up to the giant sheep and looked at it carefully.

The more he looked at it, the deeper his doubts became. Although the size and appearance of this sheep had undergone tremendous changes, he still felt somewhat familiar.

"What the hell is going on, why does it look so much like a goat dragonborn.

Isn't Aunt Sally's mount now following that druid named Ashmi? "

Just when Hamelin was puzzled, a flame like the moonlight ignited on the giant sheep.

The icy flames quickly covered the whole body of the giant sheep, but it was burnt to the point that not even a slag was left.

Just when Hamelin thought that this bizarre incident came to an abrupt end, the place where he was standing suddenly caught fire.

The flame was as bright and white as the body of the giant sheep, and Hamelin said badly to himself, but it was too late.

The disappearing giant sheep rushed out from under the ground and swallowed Hamelin in one gulp.

After finishing all this, Juyang looked at the flute of life rolling to the ground, showing a rather humane expression.

I saw that it stepped forward and stepped on the flute of life into the soil.

"Damn Pied Piper, you will burn forever in my belly, and you owe me that!"

If Benu heard this sentence at this time, he would be shocked, because he was so familiar with this voice, it was none other than his teacher Ashmi's voice.

Unfortunately, Ashmi is not as lucky as his students.

At this time, he not only merged with the goat dragon descendant under the influence of the power of reincarnation, and became a strange existence similar to Shura, but also his heart has been eroded by the dead fog, and he is no longer the same as he used to be. .

I saw that the giant sheep turned around and left here, disappearing into the dark mist...

(End of this chapter)