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Just when the carnival of the White Moon Tribe kicked off, the Red Moon Valley, a hundred miles away, was a gloomy fog. 【Reading.com】

The patriarch of the Red Moon Tribe, Huo Biao, with two elders and three hundred warriors in the clan, stood affectionately and solemnly on an empty hillside.

In front of them, a high wooden platform burned with fire, and the bodies of the Fire Tiger and the two martyred maidens twisted in the flames, and finally were engulfed by the flames, turning into three skeletons.

Huo Biao's eyes were red, his fists were clenched tightly, and he watched his son's body disappear, as if a part of his body was also dead.

Huo Biao had a total of seventeen sons, six died just after birth, five were born fools, two were weak and sickly since childhood, and three were executed by him because of his sister, but only one son, who was not only mentally sound, but also a natural cultivation seedling, so he was placed high hopes on by the entire tribe.

Huo Biao regarded the advent of this son as a miracle of the moon god, and for this son, he poured too much effort and pinned too much hope on it.

This son did not disappoint him, he was diligent and intelligent since he was a child, and soon became one of the top young masters in the southwest tribe, and became the pride of the entire Red Moon tribe.

However, it was such a proud son who lost his life in a meaningless duel

Huo Biao's heart was bleeding, he stared at his beast-like red eyes, and in the blazing firelight, he seemed to see Xiao Qiang's face with a cold smile, and the hatred began to spread, almost making him lose his mind.

Xiao Qiang, Baiyue Tribe, you all have to die, you all have to be buried for my son, I swear to the great moon god that I will kill you all

After the funeral, Huo Biao returned to the bamboo building with a gloomy face, and the two elders and the patriarchs of the three tribes took root one after another. The tribal warriors then protected the attic.

On the animal skin blanket in the hall, several people sat cross-legged, and the two elders looked at the patriarch from time to time, as if waiting for orders.

After a moment, Huo Biao said coldly: "You all talk about it, what method can we use to kill all the people of the White Moon Tribe."

Patriarch of the Cedar Tribe. A short and fat old man said solemnly, "Fire Patriarch, there are only more than two hundred warriors in the White Moon Tribe. There are more than thirty beast masters, and the strongest in the tribe is not only the left and right priests, but also the elder Luo Tiancheng, the overall strength is actually not strong, but the left and right priests have already opened the Blood Moon Great Array, and their valley has been protected by the power of the altar, if they want to break through the prohibition of the Blood Moon Great Array, I am afraid that the casualties will be greater. ”

The others nodded one after another, with a solemn look in their eyebrows.

In the Land of Ice and Fire. Each tribe will set up a dark altar, and after the priest infuses the altar with the power of faith, he can activate the highest defensive formation, which is the Blood Moon Array.

After the two priests of the White Moon Tribe activated the Blood Moon Array, an invisible forbidden defense will be formed in the valley, and it will be difficult for outsiders to enter the defense layer without the permission of the priest.

And the blood moon summoned by the priests. It can bless every White Moon Clan with a blessed aura, greatly increasing the strength of the White Moon Warrior while weakening the strength of every intruder.

Therefore, even if Huo Biao was able to dispatch a force ten times larger than the White Moon Warriors, it would not be an easy task to break through the White Moon Valley.

Although Huo Biao was angry about his son's death, he also maintained the calmness that a patriarch should have. After a moment, he said slowly: "Each tribe sent two hundred warriors and thirty beast masters to join me in the crusade against the White Moon Valley. In addition, I will ask the undead leader of the Valley of the Dead to help us, and his army of the undead will take the lead and crush the Blood Moon Array in one fell swoop."

When everyone heard Huo Biao mention the army of the undead, they couldn't help but lift their spirits. The patriarchs of the three tribes immediately expressed their willingness to send troops to assist Lord Huobiao in avenging.

Huo Biao continued to say in a deep voice: "The two envoys of the Grand Alliance have returned to the main altar, and they promised to give us two more months, so everyone, whether it is for the sake of the Grand Alliance or for our respective interests, we must destroy the White Moon Tribe as soon as possible and get their Moon Sacrifice Banner."

Everyone bowed down and said, "Follow the orders of the chief"

Huo Biao touched some shiny bald heads, stood up and said, "Our time is running out, half a month later, the major tribes will gather in the Red Moon Valley, you should go separately and prepare"

After everyone left, Huo Biao took the two elders and left the valley at night, rushing towards a snowy field in the west.

By midnight, the trio had traveled thousands of miles, into a steep and rugged mountain, and finally settled in front of a natural snow cave.

The entrance of this snow cave is tens of meters high and about twenty meters wide, and it seems that after the top of a canyon is sealed by ice and snow, the entire canyon forms a huge cave.

The three of them let out a sigh of relief, calmed down, and slowly walked towards the cave, and when the light of the cave completely disappeared, the three of them stopped at the same time.

Ahead, in the pitch-black and deep cave, countless pairs of eyes suddenly flashed, looking at the three of them, and the cold undead aura spread out, passing over their bodies, bringing a biting chill.

"Patriarch of the Red Moon, this is not the place for you to come," a cold voice came from the cave.

Huo Biao felt Ling Ran in his heart, bowed down and said, "Respected Lord of the Undead, the son of the Fire Horse, Huo Biao, needs your help."

"My deal with your father ended many years ago, why should I help a Terran"

Huo Biao continued to respectfully say: "Respected Undead Leader, as long as you help me this time, I will give you five hundred boys and girls every year to help you refine the Bloody Soul as soon as possible."

The undead leader was silent, and only after a moment did he say coldly: "Why should I believe you?"

Huo Biao's face was hideous, and he said loudly: "They killed my most beloved son and humiliated my tribe, don't you feel the hatred in my heart?"

The undead leader fell silent again, and after a moment of solemnity, "Patriarch of the Red Moon, what do you need me to do for you"

Huo Biao bowed down and said: "Respected undead leader, I won't let you kill people, as long as you crack the enemy's Blood Moon Array, you can leave the rest to us"

"Are you sure that there won't be a single one left alive?"

"I can" Huo Biao showed a grim smile and said Sen Ran, "Because except for Xiao Qiang and Lian Xue, I will give you all the corpses on the battlefield, which can be regarded as trophies of the army of the undead."

"When you send out your troops, I'll go to you with a contract," said the undead leader, and the entire snow cave fell into a dead silence.

Huo Biao trembled with excitement, and hurriedly bowed down with the two elders to leave.

With the assistance of the army of the undead, they will definitely be able to break through the White Moon Valley shrouded in a bloody array and slaughter all the people in the valley.

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