Chapter 243 - Arrival (2/2)

There were many beasts and ferocious beast in the forest in spite of the deterrent of fire seed. They could not completely avoid those beasts that dared to risk coming out from this thick forest to attack them suddenly.

Behind the lush trees, the caves on the mountainside, and in the swamps... there were some lurking. All of them were bloodthirsty and their eyes flashed with ferocity. They were staring at the procession that suddenly entered the forest. In the past, when other people walked into the forest, they certainly killed them and ate them. But this group was too special.

This group had the fire seed that scared them, some fierce beasts as powerful as them, and a group of totem warriors that could not be underestimated. The clever ferocious beasts all hid and kept watching them. If they attacked this group, they would die.

Some beast tails swept out of the rain like bullets. But they were stopped by the warriors of the tribe who guarded around the procession. The members of the advance team fought against those ferocious beasts which dared to attack them.

During the battle in the forest, only the ferocious beasts roared, while the warriors were silent.

Silently cutting and killing, they were unprecedentedly fierce and ferocious. The splashing blood mixed with the rain and dripped on the ground. The path was red, and blood filled each pit of the footprints.

No one in the procession made a sound or stopped walking. When a ferocious beast rushed out, naturally some people resisted it. What they had to do was to continue to go in that direction.

The wanderers following them tried very hard to keep up with the team. If not, they probably fell to the ground, for their legs were weak. Maybe the solemness of the team stopped them from shouting when they saw those ferocious beasts rushing out. But it was just like they were being grabbed around their necks, when they just opened their mouths, they failed to make any sound.

The silent group walked in that direction steadfastly, it seemed that they were going on a pilgrimage.

Shao Xuan put away the sword and did not care about the ferocious beasts that were cut down. The other warriors didn’t collect it, all beasts were like a sacrificial offering for their return to the old land.

The heavy rain lasted for a long time. Shao Xuan, with the other warriors, killed no less than ten ferocious beasts.

Fortunately, they were notdeep in the Ferocious Beast Mountain Forest. There were few ferocious beasts and they were not very powerful.

Shao Xuan threw the animal skin coat on the carriage, exposed his upper body, and let the rain wash it.

Many did as Shao Xuan did, and each had the same totem pattern. Don’t know when, every warrior that had awakened was showing the totem patterns on their body, even the non-awakened and the tribe’s wanderers had a faint totem pattern.

At the same time, in the old land of the Flaming Horns tribe

A team of the Wan Shi tribe was having a rest. From time to time, a team of this tribe came here. This was the shaman’s order, the chief hadn’t agreed with this. But he had been persuaded and finally agreed, but he no longer led the team here in person.

The people of the Wan Shi tribe didn’t fear the ruins here, for they had been here many.

Failing to find a shelter, they simply stayed here and didn’t go back until it stopped raining.

They used the stones in the ruins as chairs, some were directly sitting on the collapsing pillars which were cut into several sections. They were chatting, laughing. When they felt bored, they poked those patterns and carved on the stone pillars.

“Hey, it isn’t raining so heavily anymore.” Someone said.

“Is it going to stop raining?”

The thick clouds in the sky were rapidly dissipating. The sunshine came through the clouds and was dazzling.

It hadn't stopped raining yet, but it seemd that the rain was about to stop.

They were smiling, but suddenly they heard cracks, like the sound of pieces of burning wood breaking.

At this time, who started a fire?

A man of the Wan Shi tribe was frightened, pointing to one direction.

“Fire, fire!”

The others looked to that direction. They only saw that in the center of the pit they had dug that there was a sparkling spot. Six fire lines, with that spot as the center, extended outward.

They panicked.

When the fire lines on the ground were about to spread to their feet, a warrior of the Wan Shi tribe turned around, ran away, and shouted, “Quickly go back to the tribe!”

Before the rain stopped, they ran away in a panic. They suddenly remember the first group that came here and was completely exterminated.

Leave, leave here!