Chapter 802 (1/2)

(797 carelessly destroyed the Centennial plan, be careful to make the Wannian ship)

the tribesmen of the chasing wind tribe were quickly evacuated. The whole camp became empty.

There was no light in the main account, it looked dark. Everyone in it should be asleep.

More than 500 young warriors from the wind chasing tribe guard the main tent, but there are still hundreds of steps away from the main tent. They did not dare to get too close, for fear that something might affect the water surface of the gods.

They are really here to protect the gods. Most of the people in Feng tribe are honest and honest. They are grateful to the gods who saved them in the attack of the nightmare beast.

Their orders are that if the nightmare beast of the dust clan comes again, they must fight to the death to protect the gods.

If the gods want to leave this place, they must do their best to prevent it. Because it's not safe outside.

But their leader, condosey, knows what's going on.

The patriarchs and elders hope that before they succeed in releasing the demons, they will use 500 human lives to hold the gods for a period of time, so as not to prevent the demons from being released.

What will they do next? With the nightmare beast to force these gods to erase the memory? It's impossible for the gods to accept. And then there was war.

There was an idea in his mind. That is, he directly rushed into the main account, and gave orders to these gods as the master.

Maybe they will take the initiative to leave according to his master's request, and this matter will disappear.

If they really do not go, he will simply take five hundred tribal youths to surround the surrounding area, and make his own human shield to prevent the two sides from fighting.

No more hesitation, no more hesitation.

But he only took two steps and felt his body stagnated, as if his feet were pulled by something. He looked down at the same time, the blade has been in hand, without hesitation to cut down!

With a thump, a boa constrictor of the thickness of the bowl that entangled his feet had broken.

But at the same time, he felt cold behind his back, and another boa constrictor, almost as thick as a snake, had come from behind and rolled across his neck like a huge hand.

As he was about to struggle again, the shadow in front of him was like the dark shadow of a huge boa constrictor, and he said in a deep and stern voice:

”don't let me doubt your loyalty to the tribe!”

This man is his father, Kangbai, the old patriarch of Zhuifeng tribe. His hair was still snow-white, and his face was wrinkled like a tree ring.

But his body seemed to grow tall and soft. He has been able to borrow in part the power of his nightmare beast swallowing Tianyan python.

”You all remove the hidden camp in the Red Moon Valley, and take the young clan leader there, and tie it up. Don't let him shout. Elder Angelo, you are responsible for watching him tonight

Kangbai throws condorcei to the young guard.

These people are all under the hand of comusi, but they can't listen to the leader's words. They can only plug his mouth and bind him, and he is led away by elder Angelo.

Many dark shadows came out of the dense forest in silence. They were masters of recovering the nightmare beast. They can summon the nightmare beast at any time, but the price is the first blood sacrifice.

If there is no sacrifice, the nightmares are called out, which itself will do them no small harm.

In addition to the fact that kangduxi almost made a mess, there is still a dead silence around the main account, and the other party has not noticed it at all.

Kangbai could even hear the quiet breathing of those still sleeping inside.

He took out a piece of jade and injected some of the Qi and blood from the beast into it. There was a circle of red aura around the main account.

This huge circular main tent is not a traditional residence for the wind, but a king's tent specially made by the Xijia people for the Chen people.

The pure Yang array wall around the main tent is very powerful, which can not only prevent the enemy from attacking from the outside, but also prevent the people inside from coming out.

With a confident smile, Kangbai went up, stroked his chest with his hand according to the etiquette of Northern Xinjiang, bowed slightly, and said in a loud voice:

”gods from the south, something inconvenient to spread abroad has happened to my tribe tonight. I urge the gods to erase the memory of this.

”Otherwise, in the future, the gods will get into trouble because of the affairs of our department, and we will never be able to blame for our death.”

There was a burst of laughter. A young man responded with a smile: ”all death? You can die now. ”