In a gentle clearing in the middle of the forest, there is a simple hut made of cobblestone and gravel, and its top is covered with branches of cedar trees, which are unique to Kitanokuni.

In front of the hut, a flame burned on a large, strange piece of obsidian.

It may be that there is some kind of unique chemical composition in the flamming, which has a faint blue, green, and white color, and the slowly rising smoke takes on a pale spiral.

Behind the flames was a thin, scruffy old man, dressed in an old, shabby brown robe, the end of which was quite long and dirty to the ground.

The old man's hand was fiddling with the twig in his hand, and he flickered with the fire in front of him in a strange rhythm, even though the sunny weather here did not yet need a fire to provide warmth, nor did he cook any food.

When the four of them jumped from the high canopy to the ground and stood in front of the flames, the old man, who had been fiddling with the flames with a calm expression, immediately raised his head, glared at the four with angry eyes, and then lowered his head and continued to look after the flames in front of him.

Jiusha, the eldest brother of the four, was startled by the old man's unkind gaze, but still asked, "Is there a road near here that can lead to the north?" Elderly? ”

Jiusha's polite questioning did not get a response, and the old man was still bowing his head and fiddling with the flames.

The air fell silent for two seconds, except for the sound of flames crackling and burning.

This made the grumpy Yitai directly angry.

"My eldest brother asks you! Stinky old man! ”

As he spoke, Yitai stepped forward and kicked away the unusually brilliant flames that were burning under the old man's careful care.

The many brilliant colors in the flames instantly collapsed, causing the old man to stand up suddenly, staring at the four of them with angry eyes, and began to curse the four of them in fluent but unclear language.

Although the four of them could not understand the meaning of the language, judging by the old man's expression, the meaning of the language should be as dirty and full of vicious greetings as the old man himself.

"Is there a language barrier?"

"In that case, this old man is useless, Yitai, I'll leave it to you to deal with."

found that there was no use value, Jiusha was no longer polite, and only threw down a few words, and left with the other two.

Yitai, who was still here, slowly shook the chain blade in his hand, a kind of ninja that seemed to be a short scythe, and a ninja with an iron chain tied to the back to extend the attack distance, and slowly walked towards the old man.

Until Yoshitai stuck the sharp edge of the scythe firmly into the old man's heart, the old man did not stop cursing in those unknown words, and even his expression before death was a cruel smile of anger and viciousness.

Yitai wiped the bloodstained blade with the old man's torn clothes, and then glanced at his surroundings to make sure there were no other living people.

In fact, what surprised Yitai was that even though he didn't understand the language, when he approached with a weapon, the old man still didn't have the slightest fear on his face.

Maybe this is the inhabitant of the Barbarian Land, and he can't even tell that he is dying.

After attributing all this to the uncivilized intelligence of the inhabitants of this place, Yitai turned around and left.

Soon after Yitai left, the humble forest hut and the old man who fell to the ground turned into nothing under the sun's rays like an illusory mirage.

The clearing in the forest is empty.

...

The four of them continued on their way, and it took more than an hour for them to finally find their way forward in a valley.

The road between the valleys is so narrow that it looks like a mountain path left by the local indigenous tribes, and can only be used by two terracotta warriors and horses side by side.

The four of them immediately reported this news to Huang Quan, and at this time, the dragon was also resting and could continue to control the undead army to advance.

Entering the narrow valley, the undead army had to change from a neat queue to a long line of snakes, and the terracotta warriors and horses marched side by side in the winding valley paths.

Huang Quan raised his eyes to look at the densely forested slopes and ridges on both sides of the surrounding area, and suddenly, a group of birds in the dense forest was startled.

In the dense forest, a series of unusual movements suddenly erupted.

These sounds are like the roars of wild beasts, but the roars of these beasts seem to be mixed with some wisdom, and they seem to echo each other from afar.

The Spirits immediately controlled the undead legion to stop its advance, and the two columns of terracotta warriors and horses on the left and right immediately turned their bodies in unison, and the weapons in their hands were directed towards the dense forests on both sides of the valley path.

But that's when the unthinkable happened.

I saw that the terracotta warriors and horses under the control of the dragon suddenly put down the weapons in their hands in unison, and the spears, halberds, and swords were all discarded on the ground.

For a while, the path in the valley seemed to have become an ancient battlefield where soldiers lost their armor.

This instantaneous change made Wei Wei panic, and he immediately controlled Huang Quan to stand up from the pedestal, and roared angrily at the terracotta warriors under his command in a gloomy voice: "Take up arms!" My soldiers! ”

"Pick up your arms!"

These terracotta warriors and horses, which can only move under the control of the spirits, did not listen to the commanders at all at this moment, and although the spirits roared loudly, the terracotta warriors and horses were completely unmoved, standing in place empty-handed.

At the same time, the roar of the dense forest grew closer and closer, until the sound of the surrounding noise appeared in the sound of the trees.

In the middle of the forest, a humanoid creature appears with a roaring sound.

These humanoids are ugly, unkempt, and even dressed in rags, suggesting that they may have been human not so long ago.

But compared to humans, the musculature on their limbs is unusually strong, sometimes standing on both feet and sometimes on all fours, and the protruding jaws and sharp fangs of their heads make them look more like animals.

Wolf!

These wolf-looking men emerged from the dense forest and launched a fierce charge towards the terracotta warriors of the undead legion.

And the undead legion under the spirit of the dragon can't even pick up a weapon at this time.

"Listen to my orders and take up arms!"

All the terracotta warriors and horses remained unmoved, standing silently in place.

It wasn't the ugly-looking wolf-like people who suddenly emerged from both sides of the valley that frightened the spirits, nor the unarmed terracotta warriors and horses that would be completely wiped out by these werewolves.

It's that the spirit doesn't believe that his strength at this moment can't make the terracotta warriors take up arms.

It's like a creation is disobeying its own Creator, even more so than that.

Because these terracotta warriors and horses rely entirely on the control power of the dragons to move, these terracotta warriors and horses are not even creations themselves, at most they are just puppets.

A lifeless and intelligent puppet is rebelling against its manipulators!

That's impossible!

What's going on here?

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