Chapter 8: Funeral Song
Wuchen said no more. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ļ½ļ½ļ½Uļ½Eć ļ½ļ½ļ½ļ½
Liu San'er nodded hurriedly and bowed.
Several people from the Nilu Brigade looked at this from a distance, and couldn't help but have some doubts. This Liu San'er just looked like he had a deep hatred with Wuchen, and shouted that he would severely punish Wuchen. How did he change a person in the blink of an eye?
"Let's clean up, let's go back to the village now!" Pang Niu said in a deep voice.
In the middle of the night, everyone did not feel the slightest drowsiness or tiredness. For the sake of safety, Pang Niu gave the order to return to the village.
Hearing this, everyone cheered, packed their tents, and prepared to set off with their miscellaneous items.
Wuchen quickly put away his things and walked over to the corpse of the spotted leopard. Liu Dapang's tent has been torn apart by the black bamboo bear, and there are large blood stains on the ground, and I don't know which one is more spotted leopard or Liu Dapang.
Wuchen was about to stretch out his hand, when suddenly Liu San'er grabbed it, nodded and said, "It's better for me to come, I'll come! This thing is dirty and tight!"
As he spoke, Liu San'er didn't put a cushion on his shoulder, and directly put the spotted leopard on his shoulder, with a flattering smile on his face.
Wuchen looked at Liu San'er's freshly bandaged hand and didn't say anything.
I have to admit that people like Liu San'er, although they have ugly faces, will live longer. Such people always know what to fear and what to do.
After a while, everyone cleaned up. Under the leadership of Pang Niu, he embarked on the way home.
The wind was howling and dark clouds were running through the sky.
Between the dark clouds, there were occasional rays of light like silver pillars connecting heaven and earth, and they disappeared in an instant.
If there were no dark clouds, it might be a nice moonlit night.
The warriors of the Niru Brigade, with a relaxed smile on their faces, whispered from time to time while carrying their prey.
At this rate, it will only take a day and a half at most to rush back to the village.
And as the crowd gradually left the deep mountain range, the people's words began to increase, and the voices became louder.
Pang Niu, who was walking at the back of the team, glanced at everyone, and this time he didn't say anything to stop him.
As long as you go out of the deep mountains, even if a wild beast dares to block the way, it is just to add harvest to this trip.
At this time, he saw that the black dust walking in the middle of the crowd with a green deer on his back was easy to ignore.
But Pang Niu didn't know why, he always felt a little unable to see through the dust.
Wuchen was just a twelve-year-old boy who had just joined the Niru Brigade.
Thinking of this, Pang Niu shook his head and secretly said that he was thinking too much.
Before they knew it, the Niru Brigade had come to the front of an empty lowland.
This is a strange place, there are ancient trees everywhere in the deep mountains, and giant trees are everywhere, but here, there is not even a small tree at a high point.
The lowlands are littered with weeds several feet high, growing furiously and luxuriantly.
As long as you pass through this lowland, you are completely out of the deep mountain range, and everyone can really relax.
Thinking of this, everyone's footsteps couldn't help but be brisk.
In the blink of an eye, the Niru Brigade was in the center of the lowlands.
Suddenly, I heard a distant and rough roar coming from the right.
Pang Niu's face changed, and he said loudly: "Quick, get out of here." ā
Before he could finish speaking, another loud roar came from the left.
Immediately afterwards, the front, the rear, the left front, the right back, the front and the back for a while, left and right, in all directions, everywhere was where the roar was.
The crowd couldn't help but stop.
"Bastard, who told you to stop?" Pang Niu roared angrily in his heart, and at this moment, Liu San'er in the team pointed into the distance and said, "Captain, look!"
But seeing hundreds of feet away, I don't know when a pair of golden giant eyes appeared out of thin air.
These eyes form a circle in the center of the Niru brigade.
At this moment, a ray of moonlight fell from the dark clouds and illuminated the entire lowland.
But when he saw the huge beasts around him, all of them were like male lions, with bodies like brute bears, as big as small mountains, and pitch black.
The moonlight flickered, and the golden pupils that were larger than the lanterns glittered in the darkness, piercing the eyes.
"Golden-eyed Bear Lion, a second-order seventh-order desolate beast, how could it appear here?" Pang Niu's face changed greatly.
The legend of the Golden-Eyed Bear Lion is the descendant of the ancient tenth-order desolate beast Golden Lion and the Snow Bear, because the power of the bloodline gradually weakened, and the strength was reduced to the second order.
However, the second-order seventh-level desolate beast is equivalent to the sevenfold powerhouse of the division martial realm, which is even higher than Pang Niu, the strongest of the Nilu team.
The even more terrifying golden-eyed bear lion in front of everyone was ten feet tall, with a head like a house and two eyes like a golden sun.
This golden-eyed bear lion, the whole body is snow-white, more than twice as big as other golden-eyed bear lions, it is conceivable that this lion must be the lion king of this lion group, and the strength is definitely more than the second-order seventh, eighth, ninth, and even third-order or above.
The third-order desolate beast is equivalent to the human powerhouse of the Duwu Realm.
Pang Niu silently counted the number of golden-eyed bear lions around, one hundred, there were a hundred golden-eyed bear lions.
It's a desperate situation!
The Nilu Brigade was as dead as ashes, and some of them had already fallen to the ground.
"It can't go on like this!" Pang Niu deserves to be called Niru in Juhe Village, and he is one of the only few people who has not lost his mind so far.
Pang Niu gritted his teeth and said secretly. I heard him shout: "Don't panic, everyone! As long as we work together to kill the lion king, we will have a chance of survival." As he spoke, Pang Niu's body burst out with an unprecedented momentum.
Seeing this, the Nilu Brigade and the others couldn't help but show a hint of joy on their faces: "Captain of the Martial Realm, you are a strong man in the Eightfold Martial Realm!!
When Pang Niu heard this, a trace of pride appeared on his face, and he said in a deep voice: "Not bad! The night before Pang Mou left, he luckily broke through to the eightfold division of the martial realm! So don't be discouraged, I, Pang Niu, will definitely take everyone back to the village safely!"
Strength is more convincing than words at all times.
The people of the Nilu Brigade looked at Pang Niu's eyes and regained their fighting spirit.
Pang Niu nodded with satisfaction and said loudly: "Very good! You take your weapons well, as long as there is a golden-eyed bear and lion rushing over, you will work together to kill it! I will get rid of the lion king!"
Saying that, Pang Niu's body was vertical, like a big bird jumping up, rushing towards the golden-eyed bear lion king like a swift wind.
His plan was correct, in such a situation, the Niru brigade could not go together, let alone escape.
As a proud beast, it is rare for a group to attack a single person.
Only by defeating or killing the Lion King can it be possible to escape.
However, just when Pang Niu was still nearly a hundred zhang away from the Golden-eyed Bear Lion King, suddenly a golden-eyed Bear Lion rushed over and crashed towards Pang Niu.
Pang Niu snorted coldly, the muscles of his arms rose high, and the iron rod in his hand smashed down like Mount Tai!
Dang!
Sparks fly!
Pang Niu retreated a few feet before he unloaded the force of the shock.
He only felt that his arms were aching and numb, and the iron rod was almost out of his hand, and the iron rod with the thickness of his arm had already bent into an arc.
How is this possible?
Pang Niu thought that with the strength of his eightfold division of the Martial Realm, he should be able to fight with the Golden-eyed Bear Lion King, and even if he couldn't win, it would be a draw.
Who knew that while he overestimated his own strength, he underestimated the ability of the golden-eyed bear lion. The gap in the strength of humans and desolate beasts cannot be filled by a heavy martial arts realm at all.
The one that just rushed out was just an ordinary golden-eyed lion.
I saw the golden-eyed bear lion, shaking the lion's head, and glanced at Pang Niu with disdain, but he didn't chase and ran back leisurely.
Desperate!
At this moment, the people of the Nilu Brigade who were standing not far away still had the excitement of cheering for the captain on their faces.
The next moment, however, fell silent.
"Don't be discouraged, I haven't fallen yet! But suddenly found that the two tiger mouths were broken, and the bones of the thumb joints were almost exposed.
There is a big gap between the Yuan Desolate Humans and the Desolate Beasts, and very people can resist it, so they need to work together and hunt collectively. The meaning of this sentence is only now finally understood by many people.
However, at this moment, in front of the golden-eyed bear lion, whether it is alone or working together, there is no chance of winning.
"Brothers, I, Pang Niu, am sorry for you, I'm afraid that I won't be able to take everyone back to the village this time!" Pang Niu said loudly as he looked at the golden-eyed bear lion king in front of him.
Although I don't want to admit it, I have to admit that this is already a dead end.
I saw Pang Niu holding an iron rod in his hand, kneeling on one knee and bowing his head. The people of the Nilu Brigade in the rear also put down their prey and weapons and knelt down.
A low, ancient song rang out from the mouths of the Niru Brigade.
"Heaven and earth are coffins, and all directions are coffins. Pray with all my heart for the people of the mountains..."
Funeral songs, the songs sung by the people born in this mountain when they face death.