"You're going to capture the Holy Beast?!"

The high priest's surprise was not feigned, but he was really surprised.

When everyone thought that Perredo had returned by force to avenge the old patriarch and seize the rights of the tribe, this thing gave a completely different, even nonsensical, answer.

The square was silent, and the groaning, crying, and cursing had all disappeared, except for the "whirring" of the burning flames in the distance.

In the human heart, there are always some things that cannot be touched. The Bita tribe has been descending for thousands of years, and it is a rainforest life accompanied by "holy beasts". If the "Holy Beast" is gone, the tribe will naturally disappear.

Perredo thought that force could shatter the traditions that these people had foolishly adhered to, but he did not know that these people were not only adhering to traditions, but also beliefs.

Someone stood up, flickering madness in their black eyes illuminated by the searchlight. Subsequently, the second, the third, stood up more and more.

The high priest, who was sitting in the chair in front of him, saw that a certain hunting captain who had made a small report with the patriarch during the day, and that he had been beaten had moved from the crowd to the front, and he didn't look at the muzzle of the gun pointed at him, but looked to the west with nostalgia, which was the direction in which they usually performed sacrifices to the sacred beasts.

"Toot la la ......"

He whispered a prayer, and when he turned around, his eyes were full of determination.

"Ahh

With a fierce swing of his arm, the crowd who stood up screamed and rushed out with their bare hands.

"Bang!"

"Bang!

The gunshots rang out instantly, and the few people who rushed to the front fell down in a blink of an eye. However, the splash of blood was not exchanged for retreat, but for a more frantic attack. The guy who escorted Lao Hei before and they came was overwhelmed by the crowd as soon as he shouted. The protective gear on his body couldn't be broken, so someone bit his neck with his teeth, and blood gushed to the ground in a blink of an eye.

One of the fatal mistakes Perredo made was not to bring everyone together for the sake of pretending. This seemed to be convenient for guarding, but I forgot that even with guns, there were only twenty of them. Two fists are hard to beat with four hands, and a good man can't stand up to many people.

"Now!"

Seeing that the square was already chaotic, with gunshots, shouts, and screams mixed together, Lao Hei let out a low cry and beckoned everyone to run in the direction of throwing their backpacks. It's just that for some reason, my eyes suddenly filled with tears.

Ask yourself, seeing such a tragedy, it would be false to say that you are not angry. But if they were to fight the militants, they wouldn't be able to do it. The only obsession in their hearts is to get out of here alive and not let their families be sad.

"Da Da Da ......"

The sudden burst of gunfire made the pace of several people subconsciously slow down. When I looked sideways, the crowd in front of me was falling all over. At Perredo's side, the blue flame in the hand of a large white man was emitting a demonic roar, devouring fragile lives.

"Woo ......"

Not far from Lao Hei, a little girl who had been hit by the crowd and broke her hand was sitting there crying. For some reason, in this chaotic environment, all the voices were not as clear as the little girl's cry, and every sound of the Buddha struck on his heart.

"Dio!"

The tower-like body roared angrily, stepped forward to protect the little girl under him, and then a blood mist rose from his shoulder.

"Old Black!"

"Brother Black!"

The crowd following them screamed, and they were immediately knocked down by those who reacted.

"Hoo ......"

Wang An woke up in a nightmare, a layer of cold sweat appeared on his face, and his heart was beating violently.

The sound of Gu Lang and Han Daxia talking came from outside the tent, and it was faintly unreal. The sound of Xiao Huang's snoring breathing came through the tent cloth, inexplicably bringing a kind of magical power like meditation.

Pulling open the curtain and walking out, taking a deep breath of slightly cool air, Wang An's heartbeat slowly calmed down.

"Why did you wake up? It's still early. ”

The conversation by the fire was interrupted, and Gu Lang, who had a pair of cyan panda eyes, had already gotten up and ran over, asking with a concerned face.

Wang An shook his head, but he didn't want to retell the dream just now, so he just smiled reluctantly, and walked around him silently and approached the bonfire.

Lao Han sat on the other side and stretched his neck, asking with a face. On the ground behind him, Yi Jiuyang was sleeping soundly under a marching blanket, raising his hand to pick his nostrils from time to time, or scratching his buttocks.

It's not yet midnight, but for some reason, it always feels like a long time has passed. The sky was overcast and there were not even a single star, and there was not a single ray of light. Except for the small circle of dim light reflected around the campfire, there was darkness all around.

As soon as Wang An walked to the fire and sat down, there was a sinking behind him, and Xiao Huang had already leaned on her stomach to lie down, and then the familiar snoring sound sounded again.

It is said that the sound of a cat's breathing is calming. But it is estimated that there are not many people who can still maintain tranquility when they hear the breathing of such a large cat. For example, Gu Lang, who was about to sit next to Wang An, glared at a certain leopard, and went around to Lao Han.

Wang Ping was not in the camp as usual, and as soon as night he dragged a bag of nuts and rode a small dog to nowhere to go. If it were on his side, Gu Laosan, who was a badger, might be bolder.

"It's cold at night, let's get close to the river bank again, don't catch a cold!"

Han Daxia glanced at Wang An, who was only wearing a thin T-shirt, and reminded casually, while touching the "crutch" and fiddling with the bonfire. Gu Lang had already gotten up to go to the tent to get Wang An's coat, but he had just walked to her side, and in the distance, there was a loud and noisy chirping sound in the southwest, and it was overhead in a blink of an eye.

The three of them looked up at the same time, and under the hazy night sky, there seemed to be a large flock of birds flying in mid-air. Judging by the scale and the call, it looks a bit like an Amazon parrot. It's just that such a large-scale migration at night is particularly strange.

"Look over there!"

Han Daxia frowned and stood up, pointing to the southwest sky, there seemed to be a flickering fire in the distance, and he couldn't see it really.

"Damn, could it be...... Hmm!"

Gu Laosan was covered by Wang An before he finished speaking, for fear of hearing the words "forest fire" from the crow's mouth.

Old Han Tou also reacted, and was suddenly frightened into a cold sweat, and glared at someone viciously. At this time, I felt a chill on my face, as if there were raindrops falling.

"Whew!"

Yi Jiuyang, who was behind him, sat up suddenly, wiped his mouth, looked at everyone with a blank expression, and muttered, "It's raining?"

Everyone looked down and shone by the light of the fire, but found that the corner of the mouth of this thing was covered with a layer of oil paint, white, and rubbed his face under his wiping. Old Han Tou subconsciously raised his hand to look at the fingers that had just touched his cheeks, and found that they were also stained with white things, sticky and pasty.

"Zi~"

A white shadow flashed, and suddenly there was a sound in the fire that seemed like water droplets falling in.

"it!"

Listening to the endless cries of birds overhead, the old Han retched, turned his head and ran towards the river. On the other side, Gu Lang hurriedly escorted Wang An to the tent, and then he himself got in. Yi Jiuyang, who had just woken up, was left next to the bonfire, looking blankly at the three of them as if they were fleeing for their lives.

"It's not too big, what ...... run?"