Knock knock.

The rhythmic drum beat in the deep mountains, at this moment, the sky is bright, the fog has not completely dispersed, the sun on the horizon jumps halfway, the red light through the thin fog, refracted on the trees, so that the leaves become reddish and yellowish, the crystal dew sticks to the leaves, is evaporating little by little, there is a little coolness in the forest, but as the sun gradually rises, or noon, it will become both hot and humid.

To be honest, this mountain is not suitable for the survival of the human race, in addition to the rampant ancient desolate beasts, there are also countless poisons living here, from a zhang high purple poisonous tiger, to a thumb-sized jasper silkworm, so that people living here have to be 10,000 careful, after all, if you are a little careless, what kind of poisonous insect is targeted, you may not survive dinner and die.

The danger here is not only for mortals, the monks need to be cautious here, for example, the jasper silkworm is extremely beautiful, its whole body is as clear as jade, it looks not only beautiful, but also very luxurious, but in fact it is a highly poisonous thing that can poison a monk of the Empty Realm in a few breaths.

In addition to the danger, in fact, the environment here is also unbearable, hot and humid, every moment is like wearing a dress made of dew, the body is sticky everywhere, although the monks of the Empty Bright Realm are not afraid of cold and heat, but staying in this kind of place for a long time is also an extremely exhausting thing, not to mention that every summer, these 100,000 mountains become a paradise of torrential rain, and along with it, there is often a thunder that covers the entire sky.

Therefore, for countless years, no one has any dissatisfaction with the barbarians occupying the 100,000 mountains, partly because the barbarians' strength is unfathomable, and it is purely thankless to want to use force against them, but the other part is actually because the environment here is too harsh, so that all dynasties and sects are far away.

The sound of the drums was desolate and distant, and as the sun gradually dispelled the darkness in the deep mountains, an ethereal flute sounded, which spread through the forests of dozens of miles near the highest peak, as if hundreds of people were blowing it together, and when the sun rose completely, there was a kind of murderous music that joined in, complementing the drums, and the flute became a kind of background.

This is the ancient barbarian expedition music, which has not been played for 7,000 years, and when this music is played, the barbarian tribes scattered in the vast 100,000 mountains will all gather around the holy mountain in the shortest possible time.

The holy mountain is the highest peak here, the mountain is dedicated to the ancestors and brave warriors of the barbarians, usually it is forbidden for anyone to climb the mountain, only when the New Year's sacrifice is made every year, the patriarchs of the various tribes and several high priests of the barbarians are allowed to go up the mountain to worship, there is a stone altar at the foot of the mountain, it is a place where the barbarians often use to divinate and sacrifice to the sky, at this time there are ten old men standing on the stone altar, look at the costumes are barbarian priests, if you have some understanding of the barbarians, you can quickly identify these people from the ten tribes from the patterns on their skins.

Around the altar, dozens of tribes have gathered.

An old man with a wooden staff slowly walked up to the altar, his clothes were too old, the style was different from any kind of clothing of the human race, his hair was tied into ten long braids at the back of his head, symbolizing the ten tribes, his body hung seven jade pendants, each of which was engraved with a fierce beast, his exposed hands were tattooed with strange patterns, which looked extremely mysterious, his status was obviously higher than that of the ten people, because when he appeared, the ten priests immediately retreated, bowed their heads slightly, and looked respectful.

He was the barbarian high priest Umu.

He is older than the oldest sacrifice of the barbarians, the towering tree behind the stone altar was planted by him himself, and two of the barbarians' guardian beasts were raised by him, and every patriarch of the ten tribes has been taught by him.

He looked at the countless people under the altar, in the forest, and on the hillside, and his voice resounded through the heavens and the earth, like thunder roaring.

"Please Protector Beast!"

The sound of the drum changed abruptly, and the sound of the flute quietly disappeared.

The first to appear was a giant bird rushing from the north, its body was red, its face was handsome, its long tail wings lit up the clouds like flames, it crossed the holy mountain, flew down above the altar, and its cry was crisp and pleasant.

The second one rushed to a white tiger, but it was obviously not a demon beast, and there was no demonic energy on its body, judging from the gray clouds and mist on its body, it was born in the vein of wild beasts, but most of the wild beast group had been wiped out, so although it looked like a tiger, no one could say what kind of wild beast it was.

The third is a dragon, it is undoubtedly a demon clan, it has evolved to the back of the dragon scales, the head of the dragon horns, if the demon clan knows, it must be very surprised, because it is not far from the real dragon.

The last one to arrive was a palm-sized turtle, it seemed to move slowly, but it was actually very fast, its shell was carved with messy marks, it looked as if someone had divined on it, and when it arrived, the other three Guardian Beasts all bowed their heads slightly.

Wu Mu knocked on the wooden staff in his hand, he looked around at the clansmen, and said slowly, "A war has broken out in the north, the demon clan is going south again, those fateful enemies are watching this world in the dark, and the sacred and ancient covenant cannot be violated!

"Red Flame Division!" Wu Mu suddenly raised his voice.

"No!" a deafening voice rang out from under the altar.

"Canghe Department!"

"Gale Ministry!"

.....

The point will last for a long time, and the ninety-three large and small tribes of the barbarians have gathered here, the big ones have 100,000 people, and the small ones are only a few hundred, and they have all been scattered and standing at this time, the warriors are holding weapons and wearing battle armor, and the old and weak women and children are standing behind, silently hanging all kinds of ornaments praying for good luck on them.

Each tribe will send warriors, and these people who carry glory and blood will follow in the footsteps of their ancestors 7,000 years ago, step out of the 100,000 mountains, and go on an expedition to the Eastern Wilderness.

The chosen warriors gathered together and soon began to board the warships, which had not been used for seven thousand years, but the scars and blood stains on them were still fresh, and the warships rumbled into the air, and the way was opened by the big red bird, and the white tiger was behind.

Soon, this huge fleet shook the entire Nanling, and along the way, there were people from countless sects who rose to the sky, looking at the warship that exuded a murderous aura like a giant beast from a distance in shock, trembling with excitement and fear.

Every time the barbarians come out of the mountains, it means that a shocking war is coming.