Chapter 337 (1/2)

In the middle of the night, in the ugly hour, darkness enveloped the whole gathering place.

Around the whole gathering place, it is made up of trees. On the high lookout tower, two young people, armed with spears and bows and arrows, look around bleakly. One of them also opens his ugly big mouth, yawns, and closes his eyes slightly, ready to sleep secretly.

The usual fear of the chief and the severe punishment for his mistakes made him open his eyes after a few rest, but he was greatly surprised by the sight.

Because he saw a very bright sky, under the sky, a magic shadow floating in the sky.

Then he saw his proud legs and the headless corpse of his companion on the ground.

The dark night, suspended in the air, drifted to another lookout again without a sound. It took less than ten breaths, and all the people on high sentry duty were separated from each other and their consciousness dissipated.

On the ground above the gathering place, there was also a dark shadow shining into the building. When it reappeared, it had turned into Purgatory covered by dark purple magic gas. In his sleep, a famine victim was directly taken out of his soul by the dark purple flame and died quietly.

”Old man, I'm a little uneasy.”

In the stone house, the middle-aged chief who was talking to the old people in front of him suddenly opened his mouth. Then he looked at the burning fire pot in front of him and added:

”I've been in a state of anxiety since just now.”

”Lord Chief, perhaps you have been on your way back from the ancestral hall all night, and you are short of rest. I'll leave now. I'll talk to the chief on the way to migration tomorrow.”

”You go back first.”

The chief of the Falcon tribe, who was sitting upright, waved his hand. After hearing the words, some rickety old people stood up and slowly pushed open the stone gate. His figure walked out of the door. But the next second, the middle-aged famine chief suddenly stood up and his face changed wildly.

All of a sudden, a huge figure in black appeared beside the old man. He slapped him on the head of the former, and countless vines came out of the ground and wrapped him tightly from bottom to top.

The right hand of the iron pillar stretched out gently, twisted to the side, and with a click, the vines drilled out of the ground gradually disappeared, and the old people's bodies lost their vitality and slowly collapsed on the ground.

Later, the iron pillar was huge and huge, and slowly stepped into the stone house and stood in front of the middle-aged chief.

Both of them were extremely tall, almost touching the roof of the stone house. The harsh and fricative inquiry came from the mouth of the middle-aged chief:

”Dasha, Terran?”

”The great Xia Dynasty, yeyan Si.”

The thick voice of the iron pillar gave people a sense of great peace of mind. However, the middle-aged people in the opposite side felt an extreme sense of crisis. Because he was too calm and confident, he clenched his fists, and the blood vessels as thick as a thumb began to wriggle wildly. His bare upper body and the jungle Eagle Totem on his face began to emit white light, and he said:

”Er I don't know why you have to take the risk of exposure to show up at this time. Although I'm not smart, I also know that once the news of your coming here is spread, the whole jungle people will go to look for you like crazy. The terrain of Nanman jungle is extremely complex, so you can find the news Even less. ”