Although it was a pitch black night, but primitive people were born with strong night vision, such a night could not prevent them from seeing objects clearly.

When he saw the person who came, Mo Xiu was stunned for a moment, and then relieved, it was just a woman.

The timidity in my heart disappeared immediately.

"This woman is not bad-looking, much better looking than the dark-skinned woman at home"

Mosieu's eyes lit up, and he salivated at the woman who suddenly appeared, and he didn't seriously think about how a strangely dressed woman could appear on such a big night, because he could see that this woman was very weak, and there was no fluctuation in his body, so he thought that this might be another woman who wanted to dedicate herself to him.

It's no wonder that he thinks so, the strength of women in primitive societies is mostly weak, and it is common for many women to sell their bodies in order to survive.

"Woman, come here"

Mosieu beckoned to the woman opposite, and he stood still, waiting for the other to come.

Lin Jing stopped, and looked at the man with a smile, "When you die, you still want to take advantage of me, die!" ”

The rustling sound came again, catching Mosieu's attention.

I saw a bewitching purple flower rushing out of the darkness next to it.

"What's that?"

Mo Xiu didn't look closely, he punched it, and the fist touched the flower, and the flower immediately exploded and scattered, wafting a strange fragrance.

"It smells so good!"

The seductive aroma of the nose made Moxiu sleepy and unbearable, and he felt the urge to fall asleep.

His body staggered, and when he was about to fall down several times, he held on again.

He shook his head vigorously, "No, I can't sleep, this thing is weird, why do I want to sleep when I smell this fragrance, but my head is so heavy, I want to sleep!" He gradually lost control of his body and wanted to sleep.

Lin Jing frowned, "I didn't expect this guy to have some strength, he didn't fall asleep after smelling the fragrance of the Sleeping Demon Flower, it's really an accident, but stop here"

After speaking, a bolt of lightning formed in the palm of his hand, and it bombarded violently, hitting Mo Xiu's body on the opposite side.

Mohew was shot in the head, and his skull burst immediately, and the brains in his brain were scorched into black solids in the thunderlight.

Lin Jing continued to walk forward, chanting a lengthy incantation in her mouth, and where she passed, bewitching Sleeping Demon Flowers rushed out of the surface, growing rapidly and hugely.

The first time Lin Jing visited here, these Nebula flowers were sprinkled by Lin Jing to absorb nutrients in the ground, and it was only at this time that Lin Jing's spell sounded, and they broke through the soil and bloomed bewitching flowers, spreading drowsy pollen in the air.

At this moment, most of the area of the Shadow Tribe was already shrouded in the pollen of the Sleeping Demon Flower, and ninety percent of the people in the tribe had fallen into a deep sleep.

The seeds of these Necrophora Flowers have been transformed by Lin Jing's magic, and their growth speed and effectiveness are far stronger than those of the original form of the Necucumber Flower, as long as they smell it, even if they are as powerful as fighters, they will also be affected.

The sleeping shadows are entangled in the roots of the Nemesa flowers, and according to the original plan, they will continue to sleep and become the flower fertilizer of these Nemesis flowers.

But Lin Jing can't wait to harvest the souls of these people, and wants to solve it all at once, and tonight is the best time.

When the time was almost right, Lin Jing cast a firebird magic into the air.

The firebird's huge flame body shone brightly in the dark night, and its voice was loud and heard far away.

The sleeping shadows slept like dead pigs, unwoken by the sound of firebirds.

The Firebird intended to communicate, and it flew into the air for the people to see in the mountains and forests that lurked around the outskirts of the Shadow Tribe.

"It's a signal from the gods, it's time for us to do it, go on, avenge the leader"

Yan Ben rushed out of the hiding place, and behind him were a group of soldiers from the Yan and Huang Tribe, as well as people from the Sand and Dust Department, and those who escaped with him.

One torch after another was thrown into the Shadow Tribe, and the flames burst into the sky.

The dry climate and flammable animal skin tents caused the flames to spread quickly throughout the tribe.

The sleeping shadows were engulfed in flames, and they showed no sign of awakening, and died peacefully.

Lin Jing stood in the midst of the fire and was unharmed, she put a protective charm on her body to avoid the damage of the flames, but she soon found that this magic was a little redundant, because somehow, there was another talent in her body, 'Flame Heart'.

This innate ability makes you immune to most fire damage and multiplies the power of fire magic, making it a very useful innate ability.

And this is already Lin Jing's third talent.

She couldn't figure out why, there was nothing in the magic books about it, and she was the only witch in the world, and she didn't know who to ask.

In any case, it is a good thing to have an additional natural ability, and it can help you avenge your blood hatred.

Lin Jing took out the soul box, opened it carefully, and in an instant, the souls of those who were burned by the fire flew towards the soul box quickly like glowing fireflies in the night.

The number of souls changed from less to more, at first hundreds flew over, then the number of thousands, then tens of thousands, and in the end, it was simply a layer of green tide, endless, and was put away by the soul box.

The fire continued until midnight.

Outside, it was the cheers of the Yan and Huang people, and it was so refreshing to burn down the enemy camp with a fire, and the hatred that had accumulated in the body for many days disappeared at this moment.

The light of the fire attracted spies from the Frost Tribe far away, and the situation was quickly reported back to the ears of the Frost Chief.

The next day.

The Frost Leader's face was gloomy, and in front of him was a row of elite subordinates, all of whom were silent and didn't dare to let out a fart.

The Frost Chief's mind was still on the affairs of the Shadow Tribe, and after receiving the news that the Shadow Tribe had been destroyed by fire yesterday, he was shocked, followed by anger and unwillingness

"Who the hell broke my good deeds"

He jerked to his feet, his angry expression like a fire-breathing lion, which was terrifying.

This incident shocked him even more than the last time Mowu was killed, Mowu's death could not be regarded as a completely bad thing for him, but it could be said to be good news, as long as it was done well, maybe the Shadow Tribe could be annexed.

But all this sudden mysterious fire burned all the good things in his eyes, and his plan to strengthen the Frost Tribe was frustrated, and he was happy for a long time, not to mention how depressed and uncomfortable he felt in his heart (to be continued. )