In the forest outside the Holy Fire Tribe, all the horse's belly came to their senses, and without the breath of the Horse's Belly King to bind their thinking, they became dazed and timid.

"The king is gone."

A horse's belly muttered to himself.

"Isn't that a good thing? He was so brutal that he didn't treat us like one kind at all. ”

Arima said happily.

As the same kind, they knew about the fall of the Horse Belly King for the first time, after all, it was a big mountain that pressed on their minds, and now that the mountain was gone, all the demon beasts were relieved.

"Then do we still want to attack this Terran tribe?"

A horse taller than the rest of the same kind spoke.

All the horses have no opinion, but they all have a scared look on their faces.

In the battle with the Holy Fire Tribe, they lost thousands of horses' bellies.

At that time, they were blinded by the king of the horse's belly, and they only knew how to charge and fight, and they didn't know that they were afraid of pain, but now that they have sobered up, the timidity and fear in their bones have been exposed again.

"Since everyone has no desire to continue fighting, it is better for us to retreat back to Yishui in Manqu Mountain and live our original peaceful life."

The horse's proposal was exactly what they wanted, and all the horse's bellies nodded their heads in agreement.

So the horses departed from the woods and returned to their original place.

Their movements were also known to the spies of the Holy Fire Tribe, and they were reported to the elders of the Holy Fire Tribe.

Within the Holy Fire Tribe.

In a large tent near the tribe's gate, Elder Fu and the few other remaining elders sat together, listening to the spies' report.

"You said the horse's belly has all retreated?"

Elder Fu asked a warrior dressed in turquoise rattan armor.

"Hui clan elders, that's right, they've all withdrawn."

The warrior half-knelt under his tent and replied respectfully, with a smile on his face and genuinely happy to bring the news. The horse's belly retreated, and the tribe was safe.

"What's going on? Is there a fraud? ”

Elder Fu asked the Ring Elder next to him.

"Well, it shouldn't be, the dark clouds in the sky have dispersed, and there is still thunder and lightning ahead, I'm afraid that the king of the horse's belly is dead, and these animals have no backbone, so they will retreat."

Elder Ring's eyes were deep, and he said what he was thinking.

"If the king of the horse's belly is dead, why hasn't the patriarch returned? Could something have gone wrong? No, we need to hurry up and pick up the patriarch. ”

Elder Fu said as he thought about it, and he found a problem in it.

There must have been an accident, otherwise with the speed of the patriarch, he should have returned to the Holy Fire Tribe.

"Without further ado, let's go, we have to trouble the two of you who stayed in the tribe, so as not to fall into the horse's belly scheme, and Elder Ring and I will go to pick up the patriarch."

Elder Fu set the tone for this action, and he and Elder Ring went to greet the patriarch, and at the same time, in order to prevent the horse's belly from counterattacking, the other two clan elders were left behind to sit in the tribe.

"We have no opinion, you two go early and return early, and you must bring the patriarch back."

The other two clan elders had no objection to Elder Fu's proposal, and very much agreed with his decision, after all, Fu was the eldest clan elder, and he still spoke with great authority.

So Elder Fu and Elder Ring went out of the gate and walked deep into the forest outside the city, ready to receive the patriarch of the Holy Fire Tribe.

After a night of recuperation, their physical condition had returned to their peak, so the speed was not slow, and after a few quarters of an hour, the two of them came to the depths of the forest.

"Patriarch, where are you? Patriarch, I heard a reply! ”

Elder Ring shouted loudly, but there was no response, and only the chirping of birds in the vast forest.

"Alas, we've been looking for so long, and there's still no news, where will they go?"

Elder Fu had an anxious look on his face, this was really sad.

"It's okay, it's okay, don't worry, let's think on the bright side, maybe they're okay, they're just hiding."

Elder Ring was also worried, but he pretended to be calm, if both of them were distracted, then how could they find it.

In fact, Wang Ming was not far from them, but now that he was seriously injured, he didn't even have the strength to speak, and he even had trouble opening his mouth.

Suddenly, Wang Ming thought of a good idea, which might be able to attract their attention.

Although he couldn't move, he could still mobilize the spiritual power in his body, and he could stimulate the white phosphorus holy flame in the dantian a little.

Just do it, under Wang Ming's stimulation, the white phosphorus holy flame at the dantian jumped slightly, exuding a unique fluctuation.

This kind of fluctuation is imperceptible to ordinary people, but for the people of the Holy Fire Tribe, it is all too familiar.

"Ring, do you feel it?"

Elder Fu looked in the direction where Wang Ming was.

"Well, I feel it too, it's the breath of the holy fire."

Elder Ring nodded, he would never forget this aura until he died, this was a holy relic that their clan had enshrined for thousands of years.

"Let's go, hurry over and take a look, since the holy flame is here, that little guy must be there, maybe the patriarch is with him."

Elder Fu said with a smile.

After looking for so long, he finally has some eyebrows, and he can't help but be unhappy, but unfortunately he doesn't know that Sidi Regan is dead.

The two of them quickly ran towards where Wang Ming was, and it didn't take them a few minutes to arrive.

Jumping over a few fallen trees, they finally saw what the battlefield looked like.

Hundreds of trees had collapsed due to the ravages of the Apocalypse, and the ground had been scorched black by the thunderbolts, as if they had been scorched by magma, and the ground was full of potholes, and many large craters appeared in this area.

Raising his eyes and scanning the circle, not far from the side of the big pit, a large yellow stone several feet high stood there, this is the sacred relic of the Boulder Tribe, Elder Fu and Elder Ring both know.

Looking next to the yellow boulder, a guy they hated was lying flat on the ground, his eyes tightly closed, and there was a large patch of blood on his chest, looking like he was dead.

"Isn't this the patriarch of the Boulder Tribe? Why is he here? Who wounded him? ”

Elder Fu threw out several questions in a row, but unfortunately no one could answer him.

"I don't know, just ask Wang Xiaoyou, it's just that his condition is not very good, and he seems to be injured?"

Elder Ring also saw Wang Ming's tragic condition, Wang Ming's chest was deeply sunken, his face was as white as paper, there was no blood, his back was against a stump, half lying on the ground, and he was looking at them with two godless eyes at the moment.

The two old men hurriedly walked over and came to Wang Ming's side.

"Xiaoyou, are you alright? Can you speak? ”

Elder Fu greeted with concern.

“………”

Wang Ming blinked, indicating that he was still alive, and he couldn't speak, so he could only say hello like this.

"Elder Fu, I'm afraid this kid is also seriously injured, let's find a way to save him first."

As soon as he saw this situation, Elder Ring knew that Wang Ming must have been so injured that he was unable to speak.