civilization myth empire

Chapter 114 Extraordinary Tribe

There are thousands of people living in a simple wooden village of approximately tens of thousands of square meters.

This is the place where the eastern and central parts of the grassland intersect, and it is also the territory of the Futeng tribe.

But at this time, the camp was in a panic, with countless people hurriedly shuttling through the tents, carrying and sorting various supplies.

At this time, the two old men in the patriarch's tent were having a heated discussion.

"Witch, you take the people and go east. I will take the warriors of the tribe to buy time for you." The chief of the Futeng tribe sighed.

The shaman of the Futeng tribe is an old man with a wrinkled face. He stooped and shook his head: "You can't stop them for long, so let me come and lead the people away."

The leader of the Futeng tribe persuaded him earnestly: "Witch, if the Futeng tribe does not have you, it will not be able to ignite the fire, and the tribe will not survive!"

"My disciple Yu Yin will be the next shaman of the Futeng tribe. He is fully qualified. You can lead the people and go east, as far away from here as possible. This is my last will as a shaman. .”

The leader of the Futeng tribe was stunned for a long time, then sighed deeply and finally left slowly.

Soon after, the Futeng tribe's migration team, numbering more than 800 people, headed eastward.

Only the old shamans of the Futeng tribe and three hundred totem warriors remained in the tribe.

Some of them were holding bone swords, some were holding stone knives, some were holding stone spears, and there were also some wooden weapons.

All of them are excellent warriors with strong bodies, and their bulging muscle lines reveal their domineering strength.

They stood in a neat queue and silently surrounded Wu, waiting for the enemy from the west.

After a long time, Wu opened his eyes, stared sharply at the west, and slowly uttered a sentence:

"Here they come."

Many totem warriors got up and came to the camp, looking to the west.

Suddenly, a group of dense black shadows surged out of the endless grassland from the distance, running towards them at a terrifying speed.

"Dong...dong...dong...!"

"Dong...dong...dong...!"

The strange and regular beating sound of the leather drum echoed in the distance.

"Uh ah... uh ah..."

"Uh ah... uh ah..."

As the dense shadows gradually approached, an indistinct roar came from their mouths.

It seems that the number of them is at least several thousand. Although they are in human form, they have long lost consciousness.

There was no trace of blood on his pale face. He waved his arms and twisted his body as he rushed toward the Futeng tribe's camp without fear.

There are only two words left in their minds.

"eat human."

The witch from the Futeng tribe slowly stood up and answered everyone's questions.

The weird drum sound was still ringing.

Seeing that those strange figures were about to pounce, the shaman from the Futeng tribe suddenly raised his hands, and a suffocating momentum rushed towards him.

The strong wind howled to the west, slowing down the many white-faced monsters that were running wildly.

The dark clouds in the sky continued to gather, covering the sky. The surrounding area began to become gray, and green rain poured down from the clouds.

"Boom..."

"Boom..."

Everyone's footsteps were in disorder, and they felt the vibration of the surrounding ground. They looked forward again, and the scene instantly became shocking.

All I could see was the sudden rise of Laogao on the ground facing the west. Countless thick vines wrapped with spikes rose high from the broken ground, and then swept towards the many white shadows ahead.

Hundreds of spiked vines rushed towards the enemy with majestic momentum and tied them tightly, then twisted and whipped them hard.

Blood seeped out from the gaps in the tightly tied vines, and large pieces of broken limbs were blown away and scattered on the ground. The surrounding ground was covered in dust by countless thick vines.

puff--

The shaman of the Futeng tribe suddenly spat out a mouthful of blood. His excessive use of the fire law had overdrawn his life. At this time, he was already a broken body, like a candle in the strong wind, which might be extinguished at any time.

The hundreds of vines surging on the ground in front seemed to wither after killing nearly two thousand enemies, and retracted to the ground. As a result, the shamans of the Futeng tribe fell down and slowly lost their breath.

"Boom...boom...boom!"

"Boom...boom...boom!"

The strange drum sound sounded again, and the enemies seemed to be endless. With more than two thousand dead, dense white-faced monsters once again emerged.

"Kill ah ah ah!"

"Kill ah ah ah!"

After the death of the witch, the three hundred totem warriors in the Futeng tribe burst into earth-shattering shouts of killing and rushed towards the enemy group without fear.

Within a distance of less than a hundred meters, the two parties quickly collided.

The attack method of the white-faced monster is like that of a wild beast, its sharp fingers clawing at the opponent's skin, and its sharp teeth biting the enemy's neck.

But, something surprising happened.

The skin color of the three hundred Futeng tribe warriors suddenly changed to look like wooden trunks, and their hardness was as good as wood.

The monster's sharp teeth seemed to be biting into the wood. It was unable to bite in, and then its head was chopped off with the stone knife in its hand.

However, although the three hundred totem warriors have strange totem abilities, they cannot withstand the massive number of enemies.

Ten of the monsters surrounded one person, hugging it tightly and then pulling each limb hard.

The warriors of the Futeng tribe screamed in pain.

The arms, legs, even the head and eyeballs... were dug out and pulled off.

When the effects of their abilities dissipate, this group of warriors is destined to meet a tragic end.

After a long time, the surrounding gradually calmed down, and only broken bones were left on the original ground.

"The people of this tribe went east."

A leader of the Bone Erosion Tribe said slowly.

After hearing this, the wizard on the side slowly raised his right hand and pointed to the east: "The totem guides all the white-faced people to go east, where new nutrients will appear."

The old hoarse voice sounded, as harsh as a saw.

"Dong...dong...!"

The leader of the Bone Erosion Tribe beat the leather drum, and the quiet white-faced people around him suddenly became restless. Only the whites of their eyes were left, and they moved crazily in their sockets before running towards the east.

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Dragon City, Witch Palace.

"It's time to leave." Yi said in a voice that only two people could hear.

The thin man on the side sighed after hearing this and said, "Where will we go after we leave?"

Yi shook his head: "It is important to preserve the inheritance of the gods. As for which tribe we are in, isn't it the same? Let's go. This place will soon be in danger and fall into a deadlock. Let's go north."

"North? That's not a good place either. Why don't we go through Dongshan to find a new tribe." The thin man suggested.

"It's not that easy. Let's leave first."

Yi wrapped the animal skin coat around him, and then walked out of the witch palace with the thin man beside him.

(End of this chapter)