Under the scorching sun, Chen Ming looked at Balek and the others who fled in the wilderness, and looked sideways. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

Then, he looked at a sturdy little leader opposite, his expression moved, and his spirit immediately possessed him.

On the other side, the little leader was suddenly stunned, a deep look appeared in his eyes, and then he looked at the running figures around him, and once again took a step and ran with the flow of people.

Chen Ming was distracted, running while mobilizing the original memories of this body, and running while digesting it like this, it seemed inconspicuous in a group of people.

The group ran outside the village and was relieved to see that Bamu did not appear.

"Lord Balek, what should we do now?" At this time, Chen Ming stepped forward to say to Balek according to the memory in his body.

"It's Kruri..." Balek turned his head and looked at Chen Ming, sighing a little.

"The situation is a bit complicated, this tribe suddenly has a totem blessing for some reason. It's not something we can handle anymore. He sighed, and as he spoke, he was quite friendly to Chen Ming.

It is not surprising that in primitive tribes, many of them are somewhat related to each other because they have been together for a long time. In Chen Ming's memory, the Barlek in front of him was a relative of his body, and they were mostly familiar with each other.

Chen Ming nodded thoughtfully and didn't say anything.

Barek on the other side didn't suspect anything, the brains of people here are not as big as those of modern people in the previous life, and they can't think of things like snatching houses. Moreover, the person who Chen Ming gave up belonged to the taciturn category in normal times, which made it much more convenient for him.

After a while, Balek said, "But fortunately, the slaves of the tribes that were conquered before are still there, and they must be enough to deal with it for a while." ”

Seeing him say this, Chen Ming nodded, then stood up and said, "I'll go and count how many people we have left." ”

Balek's face suddenly became surprised: "It's rare that you are much smarter today, go quickly." It's not safe here, so let's take a break and get out of here. ”

So Chen Ming nodded, and it went on like this.

With a group of slaves and routs, the speed will naturally not be very fast. So a long time passed, from noon in the scorching sun to dusk, and near evening, Balek and the others came to a tribe at the edge of the forest.

This tribe was much larger than the tribe Chen Ming had seen before, and the corresponding village fortress was also much larger.

"It's going to be 10,000 people. Chen Ming looked at the tribe carefully, sensing the qi in the dark, thinking in his heart.

Suddenly, he was shocked in his heart, the scale of nearly 10,000 was just a small town in his previous life, but here, it was very rare.

He looked up and saw that above the village, a pale red qi luck was being bred, and there was a layer of black qi shrouded on it, located in the vortex, continuously absorbing the qi luck.

Seeing this, Chen Ming smiled coldly in his heart, it was indeed an evil sect.

Fortunately, the strength of this tribe is very good, although it is constantly being eroded and devoured, but with the continuous generation of luck, it can barely maintain it.

But in this way, there is such a bottomless pit, even if the luck of the entire tribe remains unchanged, even if it is good, for a long time, the whole tribe will definitely stagnate, what it is now, what it will be like in a few decades. Even as the strength of the totem increased, the speed of absorption was accelerated, resulting in uneven income and expenditure, and finally the entire tribe was corrupted.

He sneered in his heart, but he couldn't see anything unusual from the outside, and he was still silent.

At this time, the group also arrived at the gate, and several soldiers who were guarding the gate walked towards them.

"Lord Balek, why are these people left?"

A warrior asked, confused, a little confused.

However, Balek had a gloomy face and did not reply, but said in a somewhat low tone: "Where is the patriarch and the high priest, I want to see them." ”

He was in a bad mood here, but another voice sounded next to him.

"Hey, Barek, why do you look so embarrassed. A mocking voice rang out beside him.

"Who!" Balek turned back, his face grim.

On the other side, a burly man came from the side, his face was a little grim, and he said with a mockery on his face.

On the other side, Chen Ming looked at this person with great interest, only to see that above this person's head, a crimson natal qi was standing, constantly vibrating violently, as if he wanted to break free from the black qi that was constantly shrouded around him.

"Klim, how I have nothing to do with you, mind your own business!" Barek said angrily, and then he ignored the other party and went straight in.

The corners of Klim's mouth, who was standing opposite, moved, as if he wanted to say something, but after seeing him go directly, he grinned a little boredly and did not continue to speak. Then he looked at the rows of slaves behind him who were pressed by the clansmen, as if he thought of something, and a touch of cruelty flashed in the corner of his eyes.

Behind him, Chen Ming looked at this person, smiled silently, and an invisible aura attached to him. Then Barek, who was walking ahead, walked in.

Under a dark and eerie altar, a black flag fluttered on it, as if it had a smeared black aura. Even faintly floating, there are countless hideous and terrifying faces floating on it.

At this time, there was a person in the audience, wearing a rough black sacrificial robe, with an old face, while praying silently.

However, although it is said to be a prayer, the gloomy environment around him, as well as his skinny and bony face, really makes people think that he is sacrificing any sacredness, but rather like he is worshipping some evil god.

After a while, he pulled out a bone knife from his bosom, it was old, but it looked sharp, and it emitted a faint light. In the frightened and desperate eyes of a slave on the stage, he stabbed him in the heart, fast and fierce.

Then, as the bone knife pierced into the body, a magical scene emerged. As if the flesh and blood of his body had been sucked by something, the body of the slave on the stage shrank violently, and it was sucked into a dried corpse in less than a moment. In the process, the slave was still alive until he was sucked into a dried corpse. A pair of eyes were wide open, looking extremely terrifying.

However, the priest did not care at all, but smiled fiercely, and violently gouged out the pair of terrifying eyes, and carefully placed them in a leather bag in his bosom as if they were the most precious treasures.

Then, as he stepped out of the altar range, the sun shining on him, he frowned as if he was uncomfortable. He looked at Balek, who was waiting outside, and said, "Balek, have the sacrifices needed for the sacrifice of my god been prepared?"

On the other side, hearing the other party's question, Barek's heart trembled violently, as if something terrible had happened.

He took a deep breath and said in a deep voice, "Great Sacrifice, the sacrifice is ready. ”

Then he paused, with a hint of fear, and said stubbornly: "But in the middle of the journey, we met a tribe with the blessing of the totem, and we were defeated by the other party. ”

"Huh?" On the other side, the high priest's eyes narrowed slightly, looking a little grim: "What about Kurag?"

Hearing the high priest on the other side reply, Barek breathed a sigh of relief in his heart, it was good that he could reply.

"When the Kulag priest was fighting the other party, he was defeated by the other party and was already killed in battle. ”

As soon as these words came out, the temperature around him suddenly became cold, and his head lowered deeper and deeper in the face of the grim gaze that suddenly swept from the opposite side.

He knew that he could be killed by the other party at any time now. So he could only show his compliments as much as possible, begging the other party to let him go.

In the end, it seemed that the gods in the dark heard his prayer, and saw the high priest on the other side staring at him for a while, and said expressionlessly, "I know." ”

"Since that tribe has a totem, then that tribe will let it go for the time being, and wait until the sacrifice is over for a while. ”

He paused at this point, and then said, "Now, you go down." ”

Hearing this, Barlek only felt a lightness in his heart, and a joy for the rest of his life after the catastrophe violently hit his heart.

He bowed to the high priest and walked out with a relaxed expression. At this time, he felt a little cold on his body, and he touched it with his hand to realize that he didn't know when, and the clothes on his body had been wet with sweat.

Behind him, the high priest looked at him with a sneer, a little playful.