PS: The second more is still going to be troublesome, you have to wait a little bit.,There's no way, although I'm doing my best.,But it's really unbearable.,I'm sorry.

In the gloomy mud, thirty short corpse puppets, like marionettes controlled by invisible wires in the air, stiffly gathered together, slowly separating from the front and back, left and right, and finally barely lined up in a four-like formation.

After that, the corpses posing as living people stepped on knee-deep muddy water and staggered towards the Menge tribe.

The closer they got to the tribe, the louder the shrill 'zez...' sound of the corpse golems as they moved unscrupulously through the mud, gradually overpowering the wild beasts running and roaring in the distance.

Suddenly, in the darkness, several wooden-handled spears with sharp metal heads wrapped around the top pierced the night sky, swooping into the swamp, almost clinging to the toes of one of the corpse puppets in the front, blocking the way of the dead corpses.

At the same time, a fierce voice sounded, "This is the territory of the Menge people, tell me what you mean, otherwise be careful of your head." ”

The ferocious threat echoed across the swamp with an unexpectedly good effect, and before the words could be heard, the thirty faces hidden in the darkness, and the corpse puppets that had stopped suddenly fell into the mud one by one.

The swamp was restored to silence by a sudden turn of events, and after a howling cold wind, the loud voice sounded again, "Don't play these ridiculous tricks.

The cold Menge will not have a trace of mercy, and if you don't get up from the ground, I will pierce your heart with a throwing spear. ”

In the midst of a loud and brutal second threat. The corpses that had fallen to the mud began to writhe, and their mouths made a muffled 'ahhhh

After a while, instead of throwing spears out of the darkness, two samurai, who looked unusually agile, jumped out of their hiding places, lit torches, and slowly approached the figures struggling in the swamp.

After seeing the face of the corpse puppet clearly by the light of the fire, the older one among the investigating samurai was suddenly stunned and shouted, "It's really Lumen, I just said it looks like Lumen." But you don't believe it.

Now the island is full of rampaging beasts. How could there still be people running around.

Oh, the ancestors are above, and the chief of Nato, they are all poisoned, take out the 'python gall'. ”。 A piece of black animal liver was pulled out of his bosom. Run to the wriggling figures. After a moment's hesitation, he shoved it into the mouth of the native leader with a gray feather on his head.

"Is it the hunting party led by the leader of Nato, they have returned. Why did you come back so late, and you didn't blow the horn yet. ”；

"Poisoned, didn't you listen to Gru, they were poisoned.

Speaking of which, Naper, you have today thrown a javelin at one of our warrior chiefs, and threatened to pierce his heart...";

"I know that it was the leader of Nato, but if it weren't for Gru's good eyesight, maybe we would have been hanged in a tree in humiliation tomorrow for killing the leader by mistake. Hearing the old warrior's call, more than two dozen palpitating tribal guards poured out of the shadows and began to rescue the long-dead Menge hunters.

"Thirty compatriots were poisoned, but only twenty-seven rescuers came out, which means that there are less than thirty of Menge's guards, and it is really a tribe with considerable confidence. Hiding in the branches at the top of the tree, looking at the noisy rescue scene in the distance, Zhang Lisheng smiled with satisfaction, and for the sake of safety, he drove the three corpse puppets that no one paid attention to at the same time to use the ability to self-detonate.

"The leader of Nato is dead, and he must have relied on his tenacity to finally return to the tribe with the hunting party. ”；

"Lu Men is also not breathing, alas, since the 'python gall' they are carrying cannot be detoxified, of course our 'python gall' can't save their lives. ”；

"Carroufi is dead...";

"The ancestral spirit is up again, Nusi is also dead, who, is the hunter who saved anyone still alive?" Hearing the news of one death after another, one of the tribal guards finally felt that something was wrong with the situation, and left the corpses of the clansmen and stood up in the mud.

He looked around at his companion in panic and suddenly saw three large balls floating in the muddy water around him.

Instinctively feeling a tremor in his heart, the only vigilant person exclaimed, "Be careful, there's something strange..."

Unfortunately, it was too late at this time, and the three corpse puppets that had turned into large balls had already swelled to the limit of the red and blue mist tumbling in the skin bags, and suddenly burst open with a slight 'bobo...' sound.

In an instant, the storm swept across the swamp with a radius of 100 meters from different directions, corroding the twenty-seven Menge guards into puddles of meat sauce.

"Although these short earthies from the otherworld realm are strong, after refining into corpse puppets, the power of self-explosion is not as good as that of ordinary people, but fortunately, it is barely enough. After clearing the guards of the Menge tribe with tricks, Zhang Lisheng climbed down the tree briskly with his hands and feet, drove the remaining twenty-seven corpse puppets, staggered to his feet covered in mud, and continued to act as a striker, walking towards the depths of the Menge tribe.

There were no more sentries or guards along the way, and after walking slowly and stiffly for more than ten minutes, the corpse puppets came to a spacious and brightly lit open space.

Zhang Lisheng, who shrank his body and hid behind the tree house on the edge of the tribe, saw thousands of natives surrounding a huge totem pole with a diameter of more than one meter and a height of twelve or thirteen meters, and chanted words of worship in his mouth, and suddenly realized why the guards of the Menge tribe were so lax tonight.

It only takes 1,000 Hell people to bow down in front of the totem pole and the 'annals of the tribe' to protect the tribe from the onslaught of beasts, but it doesn't mean that there will be only 2,000 people in the tribe during the ceremony.

With the general blind and superstitious attitude of the Hell people, it is natural to gather as many people to bow down as they can on the day of the manifestation of such a god.

Especially at this moment, the entire Hell Islands was full of wild beasts, and it was impossible for anyone to think of launching a war of conquest except for an outlier like himself.

In connection with these, Zhang Lisheng secretly congratulated himself on his good luck, and at the same time drove the corpse puppets to suddenly jump stiffly, rushed into the crowd of kneeling people, and began to blow up their performances.

Seeing the mud-covered and unrecognizable intruders ramming the sacred prayer rites of the tribe, the Menge warriors roared in rage, grabbed the weapons beside them, got up from the ground, and stabbed their spears.

At this time, even if a close clan recognized the identity of the hunters who had been turned into corpse puppets, no one dared to intercede for them, and it was an unforgivable sin to attack the gods for any reason.

Surprisingly, when the spears stabbed the intruders into a thousand holes, they did not wail to death, but swelled up rapidly, turning into balls more than two people high, exploding violently, turning all the attackers around them into a spill of soft flesh.

"Get out of the way, those are tainted by sorcery...";

"Ancestral spirits, protect your descendants, this, these cursed monsters...";

"Get out of the way, get out of the way, this must be an attack from the landers!

If I am killed by this kind of evil art, my soul will definitely be captured by the evil gods of the terrestrial people..."A capsule explosion will take the lives of fifty or sixty Menge people standing densely around it, and in this way, after twenty-seven corpse puppets explode themselves, 'Menge' will die at least one or two thousand, and the panic caused may cause even more heavy damage to this tribe.

At such a critical moment, out of the huge bark house next to the Menge totem pole came a young man with delicate features, a forehead covered with fine black scales, and a tanned robe of very soft crimson animal skin.

Seeing the panic in the clearing, he frowned, bared his mouth and bared his sharp teeth and shouted: "Don't alarm the people of Menge, stand where you are, I, your maintainer, Carmonesi Cuttlefish, will save..."

As the young man roared, all of a sudden, the ground beneath the feet of all the remaining corpse golems rose rapidly, forming a high square platform, pushing those dangerous balls of flesh into the air.

Immediately afterward, four sturdy stone slabs suddenly grew from the edge of the clay platform, which contained the corpse puppet like a box, so that the flesh balls that 'Bobo' kept detonating themselves could no longer cause the slightest damage to the Mengor.

With ingenious and simple techniques, it was a tall and stout man whose skin was exactly the same as the rough rough stone but a little softer.

He followed in the footsteps of the young man in the leather robe, and as he came out of the bark house, he smiled stiffly, "Cuttlefish, I find that you have become more verbose and funny after a trip to the 'Catamane City-State'.

'Menge's people'... I really don't know how you came up with this name. ”

"Ten years ago, if it weren't for you and the 'fish' who were uninvited, I would have become Menge's remodeler, and if I could monopolize the tribe, the ghost would go to the 'Catamane city-state' to make a deal with those damn landers. Hearing the big man's ridicule, the young man roared angrily.

"But if the fish hadn't brought you to the island, you'd probably still be a monster who can't even speak, swim in the ocean and eat raw fish, and don't even have a name. Dahan replied unceremoniously.

As the two men of 'Menge' were talking about each other, there was a sudden palpitating 'buzzing...' sound in the tribal air, and then hundreds of ugly flying insects with thick bodies, the size of human heads, with conical tail spines dragging on their buttocks, and flapping four pairs of thick wings faintly revealing cyan swooped down.

For the attack of the strange insects, Shan Yan clenched his fists, without showing the slightest expression of surprise, while the cuttlefish took off his red leather robe more directly, "It seems that the guests who came tonight are good at manipulating corpses and poisonous insects, and the attack has three attributes: physics, magic, and poison. (To be continued.) )