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The vast jungle is full of roars, birds, and insects...... Sounds come and go, entangled, and bring the whole jungle to life.

Xia Zuo was running wildly, and wooden arrows kept shooting from all directions, Xia Zuo kept wielding the delicate dagger he got from the golden treasure chest, some of the wooden arrows were cut by him, and some of the wooden arrows were shot at the trees.

Barbaric Law 1: When you don't have absolute strength, don't hurt the natives of the savage world, as that will stimulate their ferocity.

If they are really Achaemen, then it is very likely that there are great archers who are collectively referred to as great martial artists, and on the premise of being able to escape, fighting to the death with the Achaean people is obviously not a rational move, and running away is not cowardice.

They chased and killed Xia Zuo because they regarded Xia Zuo as an alien, of course, it could also be food, Xia Zuo seemed to be able to escape, so he would naturally be safe, and if he killed any of them, Xia Zuo's identity would become an enemy, and he would be hunted down endlessly, either you die or I die.

Therefore, although Xia Zuo has the ability to fight back, he has been running, and he thinks that he can still run away, because even the beast lion has not caught up with him before.

"Gollum, Asdani Hill......"

"Wow Ka Ka Niu Sara, woo hoo Sydney La......"

The natives were chasing after Xia Zuo while communicating, and if Xia Zuo could understand them, he would immediately understand that things were not so simple.

"Barbarian, kill him!"

"Damn it, they dare to come to our territory, we can't let it go!"

There are no mirrors in the jungle, so Xia Zuo doesn't know how bad his current image is, in fact, when he first arrived on the island, his image was relatively good, at least he was washed by the sea, but on the way to be chased by a male lion. His clothes were truly in tatters, and his hair had grown long during this time, and his hair was now disheveled. There are aquatic plants and leaves hanging on his head and body, and his face is black and white. Looks like a primitive man from the Stone Age.

Running wildly, Xia Zuo began to go downhill, as if he was about to enter a basin, and the jungle in the distance was also lowered because of this, Xia Zuo's eyes widened, looking at the road ahead, for fear that another mountain stream would appear. If you fall yourself, you will fall to your death.

Twenty minutes later, Xia Zuo didn't know how far he had run, the island was much bigger than he had imagined, and a flat gravel path appeared in front of him. It is all paved with fine pebbles, very narrow, flanked by shrubs, and in front of it there is an arched door woven of vines.

This qiē was clearly artificial, Xia Zuo could see it. But he didn't have the heart to think about it at all, and continued to run wildly.

"Goo-goa-goo

"Mezka!

Xia Zuo heard an urgent voice behind him, and the native told him to stop and not go in. Unfortunately, he couldn't understand the natives, and he ran through the arched door.

One after another, blue-clad natives appeared outside the arched door, all kneeling on the ground, looking terrified, constantly getting up and prostrating, clapping their hands on the ground, and shouting "Mesca" in their mouths.

In the south of the mysterious island, the primitive tribe that is decorated like a garden, thousands of natives form a large circle, holding flowers in their hands, with sad expressions, most of these natives have no blue on their bodies, exposing their original brown skin, only a small number of aborigines are painted with blue, these people, without exception, are all strong adults, carrying longbows and quivers, they are warriors!

In the large circle formed by the aborigines, there are two sedan chairs, the sedan chairs have no roof, and on them sit two eleven or twelve-year-old children, a man and a woman.

On this day, it was a day of sacrifice, and the natives were to appease the wrath of the "mezca" and sacrifice virgins and girls.

The natives began to offer flowers to the two children as sacrifices, and the two children were treated like heroes, and soon, the ground around the sedan chair was covered with all kinds of flowers, and faintly, the sound of crying sounded, infecting a large group of people, and the atmosphere of sadness spread.

"It's time!" the old native, wearing the seven-leaf clover, let out a sigh and waved his hand to the several natives wearing the six-leaf clover beside him.

"Imam, sorry imam!" the little native warrior, about fifteen or sixteen years old, came out of the woods beside him, and let out a panicked sound.

"Sammy, you're already a warrior, why are you still calm like a child!" scolded, a six-leaf clover warrior next to the old native.

"Brother Uta, imam, it's not good, there are barbarians who have broken into the Holy Land!" the little warrior named Sami howled.

"What?" said the imam's expression changed dramatically.

"Damn barbarians!"

"They're going to kill us!"

"God will punish them!"

A disturbing voice.

"He must be angry with Meska, God, what have we done wrong?" lamented the old native, known as the imam, who had reappeared in his mind the scene of Meska's anger thirty years ago, with a sea of fire, scorched corpses, children's cries, screams, and weeping!

"Abba, what should I do?" asked Utta, looking at the old native.

"Pick two more children, and hopefully appease Mesca's anger!" the old native closed his eyes.

"Abba!" Uta suddenly became anxious, "There are no eleven-year-old children in the clan anymore. ”

"Then choose someone of another age, an unmarried ......" The imam opened his eyes and began to scan his gaze around.

Many children hid behind their parents with very frightened expressions, and their parents were also nervous, the imam had the supreme right in the clan, and no one dared to object to his words.

The imam seems to be unbearable, and the entire tribe is only more than 1,300 people, and the rate of newborn deaths is very high, most of them are adults, but there are also old people and babies...... There really aren't many children of the right age, but now I'm going to send two more.

"Sammy, are you willing to be a hero who saves your clan?" the imam suddenly turned his gaze to the little warrior who came back to report, and his expression was stern.

Sammy's face turned pale suddenly, his fists clenched slightly, his body trembled slightly, he was very scared, but he slowly knelt on the ground, facing the imam, and made a crying voice: "Sammy...... Willing. ”

He knew that the imam might have chosen him because he wasn't good enough. The law of the jungle of survival of the fittest, even if the weak are not sacrificed, will die at the hands of the barbarians.

"Good boy!" the imam looked at Sammy. muttered.

The boy has been chosen, and a girl is needed. Who to choose?

"Call Guzana here!" the imam said, turning to Utta.

"Abba, Sister is not in good health, how can you ...... She's your daughter!' Abba!' Uta cried out, but he didn't change the imam's determined look.

Soon, a sickly-looking maiden was helped out by a woman who looked to be only forty years old, but who was the sixth wife of an imam, who was nearly seventy years old, and who looked to be only thirteen or fourteen years old. It was the woman and the imam's daughter, Guzana.

......

Xia Zuo ran into the arched door, still a little panicked, although the other party used a wooden arrow. But he can still shoot people, and Xia Zuo doesn't want to become a hornet's nest.

But not long after running inside, Xia Zuo found that the group of natives did not chase in, and he gradually slowed down. Looking back, he kept glancing, and he had lost no trace of the native archers.

"Damn!" Xia Zuo muttered, panting as he stopped beside a large tree and held it with one hand. Holding one hand to his chest, he felt like his lungs were going to explode.

After catching his breath for a while, Xia Zuo realized that he seemed to have run into a valley, and his eyes looked through the woods, and he could see semi-encircling peaks in the distance.

"Dead end, could it be that they are stuck outside, waiting for me to get out?" Xia Zuo thought as he slowly walked deeper into the valley.

The forest grew higher and higher, creating a shade effect, and the jungle became darker and darker, and Xia Zuo did not stop until he reached a low mountain, jumped up the low mountain, raised his hand to block the sun, and looked up.

"Sure enough, it's a dead end, I really think I can't get out? Lao Tzu can jump out too!" Xia Zuo thought to himself.

Suddenly, an earthquake!

Boom, Xia Zuo felt that the low mountain under his feet was trembling, his body was unstable on his feet, and he rolled and fell down directly, falling to the ground, and the sound of "boom" in his ears continued, as if the end of the world was like the end of the world, the ground shook, the ground cracked, and the surrounding supernatural trees were broken one by one.

In the smoke and dust, the low mountain that Xia Zuo had just jumped on actually stood up.

When the smoke cleared, Xia Zuo, who raised his head, saw a pair of huge eyes, which burned with rage.

Wide-eyed staring, about two or three seconds.

"W-, something!" Xia Zuo reacted with a pale face, and fell out of his head in fright, and then rolled backwards and retreated a long way.

Huge fleshy wings, scales glittering with metallic light, hideous heads, and unicorns that shimmer with cold light...... Xia Zuo saw what was in front of him clearly, and it was a huge flying dragon!

Or it is more appropriate to say that it is a giant dragon, a huge body, estimated to be more than a hundred meters long, even if it is crawling, it is fifty or sixty meters high, and its huge claws look like it can tear a sea ship to pieces at once, Xia Zuo has never seen such a big flying dragon.

However, one thing is very strange, although this flying dragon is huge and its aura is also terrifying, Xia Zuo feels weakness in it, of course, this weakness is comparative, Xia Zuo knows that he can't be its opponent.

"That ......" Xia Zuo swallowed hard, "Misunderstanding!"

He knew that he should have jumped on the back of this wyvern just now, and woke up the wyvern that was sleeping and breathless, it might have slept for a long time, and its body was covered with dust, so Xia Zuo didn't find out.

Xia Zuo didn't run, because he knew that he couldn't run away.

The dragon's huge head slowly approached Xia Zuo again, and hot air spewed out from its two huge nostrils, vaguely carrying a sour smell.

"Don't come here, if you have something to say, let's talk, I didn't mean to, don't come...... I beg you to ......" Xia Zuo knows that the Wyvern is wise, and the more powerful the Wyvern, the higher the wisdom, and it is likely to understand its own words.

With Xia Zuo's shouting, the huge dragon head really stopped, and it was only half a meter away from Xia Zuo, but the anger in his eyes did not diminish in the slightest.

"Okay, you...... Hello dear Mr. Wyvern...... Or ma'am, my name is Xia Zuo...... Actually, I think we can ......" Xia Zuo squeezed out a smile on his face that was more ugly than crying.

The dragon head suddenly opened his mouth, and just when Xia Zuo didn't say a few words, he swallowed Xia Zuo in one gulp.

All at once the world was clear. (To be continued)