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He didn't seem to be aware of this, and his gloomy face couldn't tell what he was thinking, but he just gritted his teeth and ran forward, his mind constantly flashing back to the destruction of the tribe.

Bull tried his best to get the memory out of his mind, but the sights of the enemies wielding their steel knives kept sticking to his head, and he couldn't shake them off.

Finally, a stone hidden in the grass in front of him tripped him over him while he was not looking, and Bull fell heavily on the grass.

He rolled over, looked up at the sky, and took a big breath in the sobering air of the plains, taking advantage of the time to take a short break.

Two days earlier, he had lurked in a tree outside the village and witnessed the slaughter of his own people by unidentified terrorists.

Bull couldn't tell if it was for revenge or because of fear that prevented him from coming down from the tree to fight with his people, but when the tribe's Qukou was crushed to death with a war hammer by a tall, strong enemy under the tree where he was hiding, Bull knew that he was afraid and almost fell off the tree.

By the end of the battle, when the enemy had gathered his troops, Bull was so frightened that his limbs barely regained consciousness, and from then on he began to run for his life.

Bull didn't know where his destination was, because he had never been.

I just heard Qu Kou say that in the north, on the vast North Island plain, the city that symbolizes the glory of their Servero people, the most dazzling treasure of the whole barren corner, Ujung Pandang, is in that grassland where the sun shines all year round.

Bull then ran desperately north, in the direction he thought Ujung Pandang was.

He drank the dew of the leaves of the trees when he was thirsty, and when he was hungry, he shot all the prey he could see with the blowgun he had pinned to his waist, and if there was no prey, he dug up the dirt and caught the worms in the soil to eat.

And so, earlier today, he finally stepped out of the jungle-covered area and onto a vast plain he had never seen before.

Bull was honestly stunned at the first sight of such a wide plain, and for a moment he forgot about the dead people, the exterminated tribes, and the terrible wolf-riding warriors.

"So this is the plain......" Bull even came up with the idea of leaving the past behind and living on the plain from now on.

But this is only a fleeting moment, people who have lost their tribe cannot survive alone in the deserted corner, this is the consensus of everyone on the island, Bull dispelled his unrealistic ideas, and there was only one way in front of him.

Find Ujung Pandang, go back to the headquarters of the Severos, and tell the High Priest that an army sent by a terrible demon has appeared on the island, and he must explain to everyone what a horrible group of creatures it is, and although it is tantamount to reliving the nightmare of the slaughter of his people, he has to do the same.

Gasping for breath, Bull rolled over and stood up, gently patting the dirt from his body twice, and he didn't have time to think about it, and ran in one direction again.

In fact, he didn't know if he was on the right route, maybe he had already run in the wrong direction, maybe he didn't come to the North Island Plain.

He could only run in the direction he thought was right, and as for whether he could reach Ujung Pandang or not, Bull himself could only pray for the protection of the Immortal King.

Perhaps it was really the ancestors and gods of the Serveros who were sheltered in the dark, and before Bull could run a few steps before he was blocked by a cliff, and before he knew it, he had run to the edge of a cliff.

And as he looked down the cliff to the scenery below, a wave of ecstasy took over Bull's heart, and he was so sure that what he saw before him was the treasure city he was looking for, Ujung Pandang.

Below the cliff was a vast, more boundless, more dazzling plain, and Bull could see the green grass that had been poured aside by the breeze, and the flora that had been divided into patches, neat and beautiful, which he could not name, and what caught his eye the most was a huge city in the center of his vision.

It was a city in the truest sense of the word, and even from such a distance, Bull could imagine what the towering walls would look like if they stood in front of him.

Compared with the low fence wall of his tribe, it is not called a wall at all, it can only be regarded as a mound, or even a mound, just a few handfuls of mud and sand on a flat land.

The tall walls were surrounded by a clear square, and Bull squinted his eyes and looked hard, the thin clouds that surrounded the plain slightly blocked his vision, but he could still see how prosperous the city was.

Many of the towering spires, which he could not name, were still faintly visible at such a distance that he could hear a commotion, and the countless small black dots that moved must have been his own countrymen, the Cerveros from his own department.

Bull suddenly wanted to cry, he thought of his people who had been destroyed, and thought that the city in front of him were all his compatriots, and he couldn't help but feel a wave of sadness and grievance haunting his heart.

He was a strong warrior who would not have gotten this far, but who could understand the pain of annihilation? Having lost his family, friends, and witnessed the brutal execution of his leader in front of his eyes, Bull had almost forgotten what had sustained him here.

And when he finally saw Wurong Pandang and saw his "other" clansmen, his inner emotions couldn't help but burst out.

"It's not time yet—" Bull whispered to himself, forcibly suppressing the well-rising feelings.

He knew that now was not the time to release his feelings, and that everything would have to wait until Ujung Pandang, so he crawled on the ground, poked his head out to observe the cliff, then turned upside down, carefully leaned out the back half of his body, stepped on a raised stone under the cliff with his foot, and began to climb down.

This seemingly dangerous cliff was nothing to the athletic Bull, and with full attention and care, he believed that he would be able to reach Ujung Pandang before dark.

He had already determined that the city he saw was definitely Ujung Pandang, and there would be no more majestic buildings in this land, and Bull had never seen a city in his life that could fascinate him from a distance.

The wind and clouds moved, and the sun gradually deflected to the west, and when Boole was sweating profusely, his hands and feet were sore, and he jumped down from a stone five meters above the ground, the sun had turned crimson, and dusk had fallen.

Pur brisked himself, and now he could see the towering buildings in the city of Ujung Pandang from afar, and he did not rest much, but walked on his tired legs towards the huge and majestic city.