A terrible scream echoed over the Baban tribe, and the sound of gunfire broke the silence of the tribe. Many soldiers gathered together and shot wildly, beating the snakes to the point of flesh and blood. But those poisonous snakes did not flinch at all, but attacked the Marinko soldiers more ferociously, one by one they were not afraid of death, devouring and biting......

"Damn, where did you get so many poisonous snakes?"

The commander of the Marinko military also shouted in horror and kept shooting.

"Ignition, hurry up...... Bastard, report it immediately, just say that we are attacked by snakes, ask for reinforcements, ask for reinforcements. ”

A communicator rushed to the radio, but before he could shout, he saw a poisonous snake suddenly fall from the sky and bite him on the neck. Deadly venom injected into his body through fangs. The messenger screamed and grabbed the vipers and threw them out, but more vipers fell from the roof and landed on him. In the blink of an eye, dozens of poisonous snakes were entrenched in the communicator's body, and the communicator's face became even more bloody and blurry.

When the commander looked up, he saw countless poisonous snakes appearing on the roof.

He was so frightened that he hurriedly shouted: "Get out, get out, there's a snake on the roof!" ”

The commander shot frantically as he rushed out of the house with the survivors.

Knock-knock-knock!

In the midst of the torrential rain, there was a faint sound of drums.

At first glance, the sound of the drum was far away, but when you listen closely, it seems to be ringing in your ears.

As the drums sounded, the snakes became even more frantic, rushing forward one after the other, attacking like crazy whenever they saw someone moving.

"Who is it? Who is it! ”

The commander seemed to come to his senses and shouted loudly.

"Company commander, look over there."

A Marinko soldier shouted beside him, and following the direction of the soldier's finger, the commander saw a faint figure approaching them in the midst of the raging swarm of snakes. The man didn't seem to be afraid of the snakes, or rather, the snakes were avoiding him. Wherever he went, the serpents would automatically separate and make way for them.

"It's the Baban snake spirit, it's the god of the Baban people who has come to us for revenge!"

The Baban people believe in primitive sects and use snakes as totems.

In the early years, it was for this reason that they were driven out of the city and hid in the Nimba Mountains. The shouting Marenko had apparently heard about it. Seeing the scene of ten thousand snakes surging in front of him, as well as the mysterious figure, the legend that the Baban people have the protection of the snake spirit, suddenly came to his mind, and it also made him completely collapse!

In the early years, the Malinko people were actually very superstitious.

Later, when they entered Côte d'Ivoire, they changed their faith in order to integrate into the local society...... But now, all at once, they collapsed. Because this qiē in front of them was so weird that they couldn't explain it at all.

"Bastard, pretending to be a ghost."

The commander's voice trembled, and he suddenly pulled out his pistol and shot at the figure in the rain and mist.

Bang bang But the figure in the rain and fog moved among the snakes, like a ghost that could not be captured, and it could not hit the other party at all. On the contrary, the moment the commander finished firing the bullet, the figure suddenly disappeared from the rain, and when it reappeared, it was already in front of the commander.

This time, the commander saw the other party's appearance clearly, it was a dark and yellow-skinned Asian, and he didn't look very old. With a strange smile on his face, he looked at the commander and said softly, "Are you ready to die?" ”

"What did you say?"

The other man spoke Diura, and although he had a strong Baban accent, it did not prevent the commander from understanding him.

The commander was a well-trained soldier who was fearful but quick to react.

He replied, drawing his dagger and stabbing the boy fiercely. The boy did not dodge, but reached out and grabbed the knife edge of the dagger. The commander forced, but could not pull out the dagger. The palm of the young man's hand seemed to be made of gold and iron, and although the dagger was sharp, it could not hurt him in the slightest, but it was like an iron pincer, firmly grasped in his hand.

Not good!

The commander was startled and immediately let go of his hand.

But he didn't want the young man's other hand to hold a stick that was only about thirty centimeters long. The stick has a strange shape, a pointed end, and a round ball underneath. The young man's degree was very fast, and he called over. The commander let go of the dagger, and the stick came to him.

There was a snap, and the stick struck the commander on the head.

The head, like a smashed watermelon, suddenly splattered with flesh and blood.

As soon as the stick in the young man's hand fell, he struck the crystal drum hanging on his waist, only to hear a bang, and the snakes seemed to have taken stimulants, and the attack was even more ferocious.

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The torrential rain stopped in the afternoon.

At about three o'clock in the afternoon, a group of heavily armed Marinko soldiers arrived at the Baban tribe.

They were greeted by corpses! The corpses were in a horrible state of death, all flesh and blood were blurred, and none of them were intact. The entire Baban tribe is quiet and scary. From time to time, poisonous snakes emerge from under the dead body, then quickly swim into the grass and disappear. The dilapidated wooden house still has traces of being burned by fire, and the air is filled with a fishy smell, which is even more disgusting.

Marinko's soldiers were dumbfounded, at a loss as they looked at the scene in front of them.

Judging by the outfits of some of the dead bodies, it should be their comrades...... These Marinko soldiers couldn't help but swallow and spit hard.

"What's going on?"

The commander of the army, with a beret, walked to the entrance of the village.

He was silent for a moment, and then suddenly asked, "When was the last contact of 186?" ”

186 was the number of the advance company, and although the commander remained calm on his face, he felt an inexplicable fear in his heart.

"Report to the Commander, it's about nine o'clock in the morning."

"Clean up first and count the number of people...... Ordered, the three companies of 1o8, 113, and 118 to search on the spot to find survivors.

In addition, the Danane Air Force was notified to immediately send a helicopter into the mountain to reconnoitre.

Those who want to flee to Guinea must cross the Nimba Mountains, and order the troops stationed in Danané to assist us in blocking the Nimba Mountain Pass. The rest rested on the spot, and after two hours we continued the pursuit, never letting Abel's children go. ”

"Yes!"

The orderlies immediately went down to deliver the order, while the commander stood at the entrance of the village, frowning.

The bodies of the Malinko soldiers were removed from the village one by one. However, when the corpses were moved, many soldiers were bitten by poisonous snakes hiding under the corpses. This also made the commander feel an inexplicable pressure.

Judging from the scars on those corpses, it was clear that they had been attacked by poisonous snakes.

The question is, these Malinko soldiers are so well trained, how could an ordinary viper kill so many people? Being able to kill more than a hundred Marenko soldiers is definitely not a small number of poisonous snakes. The number of snakes must be huge, otherwise they will not be wiped out.

But where did the snakes come from?

At the same time, there are many poisonous snakes in this Nimba Mountain, and if we continue to pursue, will there be more casualties?

The commander, feeling a kind of pressure, rushed to his face.

"Report to Your Excellency the Commander, there is a man outside, claiming to be the High Priest of Zuenura, who wants to talk to the Commander."

Zuenula?

The commander frowned, thought for a moment, and said, "Ask him to come over." ”

Zuenura, is a tribe of the Akan people. Although the vast majority of the Akan people today believe in Christianity and Islam, there is still a group of people who still maintain their traditions and follow the original sect. Some of these people live in the city, but more of them still adhere to the life of primitive tribes. One of the most representative tribes is Zuenula, with a population of nearly 3,000 living in the Malawi district and maintaining close ties with the government.

Zuenula means 'ferocious beast' in the Diura language, and its shamans have taken the name 'Zuenullah' by its name.

The current High Priest of Zuenullah is a black man in his sixties.

He wore a wide white robe that was spotlessly clean. Carrying a white satchel and a hawk-headed cane in his hand.

Although the commander was not low, he was very humble in front of Zuenullah.

He first asked the High Priest to bless him, and then respectfully asked, "Your Excellency, Honorable High Priest, may I ask why you are here?" ”

The high priest did not answer, but twitched his nose twice.

"The snake spirit used to be angry here, and there is a very strong snake spirit aura here."

He paused lightly on the eagle-headed crutch in his hand, but did not ask the commander what happened, but said in a deep voice: "Your Excellency the commander, it seems that you are in some trouble, and I am afraid that you need my help." In the same way, I need your help...... I'm looking for three people, three Asians, two men and one woman, who have stolen the treasure that belongs to Zuenula! ”

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