PS: One more dedication

The Turen tribe that Zhang Lisheng inexplicably chose as the target of attack is bordered by mountains and forests and cliffs to the west, and the vast ocean a few hundred meters away to the east.

Judging from the totem pole with a height of less than ten meters but a thick width, the population of this tribe should be about 100,000, which is already a huge tribe on the 'Sea Shrimp B1 Island'.

At this time, it was ten o'clock in the night, and the tribe was already silent, except for the samurai who were on guard on the north and south sides, the rest of the tribesmen were already asleep, and only in the huge bark house next to the totem pole dedicated to the 'annals', there was a faint fire and the sound of arguments.

"The attacks of 'Samru', 'Bunlunga' and 'Aruya' have proven that 'Tudnan' is not unchallengeable.

As long as we, the 'Mandero', also join in this battle of conquest, the small tribes of 'Voka' and 'Ferroru' in the north, who have been clamoring to form an alliance to attack 'Tudnan', will also respond to the war.

In this case, the 'Tudnan' will inevitably be destroyed, and we, as the nearest tribe of 150,000 people, will be able to divide up the most booty, hunting grounds, and population, which is simply clear, and the messengers of the three tribes of 'Samru', 'Lunga', and 'Aruya' have brought very rich gifts and expressed the greatest sincerity.

I really don't understand, you, why would you delay agreeing to their request?" In the treehouse, a spirit nearly three meters tall, with black crust all over his body, and two sharp fangs curled from the corners of his mouth, walked around in front of a campfire in a rage. Mouth shouted loudly, it looked like he should be one of the guardian spirits of the powerful Hell clan near the sea.

Faced with the spirit's questioning, a native-headed man sitting on a beast fur that looked like a black bear, in the prime of life, with a face painted with dark green sap, smiled gloomily, stirred the bonfire with a black iron rod, and calmly replied, "Dear Black Fangs Guardian, what you said sounds good.

But the rise of 'Tudnan' is too bizarre, and the legend has it that the one who single-handedly led this weak tribe that was almost wiped out in just two or three seasons of reincarnation. It became the guardian spirit of a powerful tribe with more than 300,000 people. But there are countless 'strong partners'.

If there is a strong enemy under the tree for no reason because of a little illusory interest in front of him, I am afraid it will not be a good thing for 'Mandello'. ”

From his tone, it can be seen that he and the attackers in 'Tudnan' cover the sky with one hand. Holding all rights is different. A large part of the rights of the Mandelo tribes. It seems to be firmly in the hands of the tribal chief.

Dannoru's words left Black Fang speechless, and he could only paced back and forth in more exasperation, in a dark corner of the treehouse that the fire could not reach. Suddenly, an old voice rang out, "Head Dannolu.

In fact, 'Samru', 'Bunlunga', and 'Aruya' waged war against the evil tribe of 'Tudnan', which had destroyed the order of the tribes on the island, not only to divide the spoils of war and obtain hunting grounds, but also to protect themselves.

If this evil tribe is not destroyed, then perhaps when it expands again, it will be us 'Mandero' who will be conquered. ”

"I understand, great Dilladetu remodeler," the head of the 'Mandello' said in a much more cautious and respectful tone than just now in the face of this old voice, and said his true intentions, "but I still think it would be too risky to recklessly agree to the pleas of the three tribes of 'Samru', 'Bunlunga', and 'Aruya'.

I think that now that 'Samru', 'Bunlunga' and 'Aruya' are at war with 'Tudnan', we can watch the situation develop before making a decision.

If the 'Tudnan' turns the defense into an offensive and soon conquers the three tribes of 'Samru', 'Purunga', and 'Aruya', then we will immediately abandon the hunting grounds on the island, and even if half of our people are scattered, we will have to cross the ocean and take refuge on other islands;

If the battle is stalemate and the legendary and powerful 'allies' of the Tudnan raiders do not appear, then we will join all the small tribes in the north in the war to destroy the 'Tudnan'. ”

D'Nolu's foresight put an end to the long-standing argument in the bark house, and after a moment of silence, a humanoid spirit twenty or thirty meters away from the fire, like a crystal clear composition of ice, said in a cold voice: "Dannolu, since you have such a far-reaching and thoughtful plan, you should have said it early, and we don't have to discuss it until late at night. ”

Hearing the Iceman Spirit's question, D'Nolulu turned his gaze to the direction of the old voice that came from the darkness not long ago, smiled silently, and said insincerely: "I also just figured out these truths, respected Ice Sea Spirit Sustainer. ”

"I don't think it's that you just figured out these truths, but you want to wait until Lord Dilladetu speaks, and then..." Looking at the gloomy face of the Mandelo native, the black fangs gritted his teeth and roared in a low voice, but he was only halfway through his words when he was interrupted by the sudden high-pitched shout of the Iceman Spirit, "For what, for what, I feel the anger of the ocean!"

Spirits who have been conceived by the ocean with me, you, do you feel, feel the deafening roar..."

At the same time as the iceman let out an exclamation and shout, in the dark depths of the seabed, Zhang Lisheng, who felt that the surrounding ocean currents had increased his own strength by ten or a hundred times, felt that he had gained momentum, and his eyes flashed a dark brilliance in the deep sea, binding all the undercurrents together, wrapping his body and flying straight into the sky, setting off monstrous waves, rushing towards the huge indigenous tribe in the distance.

The waves as high as thirty or forty meters rushed towards the beach, and the ferocious momentum seemed to be able to turn the entire Mandelo tribe into an ocean with a single blow, but just as the waves were about to fall and drown the tribe, a cold wind suddenly turned the ninety percent of the waves directly in front of the tribe into solidified ice peaks.

Immediately afterwards, hundreds of millions of swimming fish of various sizes and sizes condensed from the ice peak, smashing the ice peak from the inside and outside, turning into a cold mist and dissipating on the seashore.

After defusing the surge attack driven by Zhang Lisheng's supernatural powers, an old voice like thunder sounded in the heavens and the earth, "Intruder, the strength of the 'Mandero' is unimaginable, now retreat..."

Before the warning was finished, half of it was empty because of the cold wind, and the huge waves that would have only washed away a few rows of treehouses on both sides of the outer side of the Mandelo tribe actually merged strangely at a suspended point of four or five meters at the moment of falling, and the entire tribe was enveloped in the sea at once.

In an instant, thousands of treehouses collapsed to the ground, and then I saw that the countless seas that crisscrossed the tribe suddenly rose into a thick mist, turning into countless claws and beast mouths.

Seeing that the results of the sneak attack were so rich, Zhang Lisheng stood in the clouds in the clouds, and couldn't help but 'Ha Lu Ha...' Da Lu laughed, and in his hearty laughter, on the cliff where the Mandelo tribe was backing, countless huge spiders were densely packed with purple spider silk, climbed down, and soon rushed into the tribe under the cliff.

"It's the Tudnan, it's the Tudnan, and only they have so many 'buddy' fighters.

But, but, but, what is 'Tudnan' for, why is it going to attack us in the middle of the night!" the Mandero head, who had been swept down by the sea, got up in disarray on the wet and salty ground, and roared in horror with wide eyes as he looked at the thousands of 'giant spiders' who were scurrying and killing among the tribes by the moonlight.

Beside D'Nolu, a spirit with an old face and a whole body wrapped in brown bark said expressionlessly, "Don't you understand?"

As long as the 'Tudnan' destroys us, the hunting grounds will run through the east and west coasts, and then as long as the hunting grounds are sealed for ten sunrise and sunset, those small tribes in the north will be isolated and scattered, and they will be eaten away by it one by one.

At that point, 'Tudnan' will become the second 'Camando' on the island, and all the crises will be solved naturally. ”

"But, it's too risky, Dillardtu Reshaper, even if Tudnan's guardian spirit has the extraordinary ability to cast mana to ordinary Hell warriors, it's too risky.

Don't they know that if we can hold them back, and wait until dawn, at most, at most, when the sun rises in the middle overhead, reinforcements from the three tribes of 'Samru', 'Purunga', and 'Aruya' will surely come, and then, then, they will be defeated...", Dannoru roared incoherently.

"Of course this requires risk," Dillardtu, who had saved the Mandelo tribe from destruction hundreds of years ago, looked at the Mandelo warriors and guard spirits who had lost their head start and were gradually crumbling, and said with a low sigh, "But this Tudnan's adventure has obviously succeeded.

Five hundred and seventy years ago, I also led the Mandelos to such a hearty victory at the risk of annihilation, well, that was a long time ago. ”

Dilladetu's sigh brought D'Nolulu back to his senses, and after a moment's pause, he suddenly strode to the altar covered by the remains of a treehouse not far away, found the tribal annals, and returned to Dilladetu in his arms, kneeling on the ground, and saluting with both hands: "Great Reshaper, since you can save 'Mandero' once in destruction, you can save it a second time."

Please, please take the 'annals' and leave, as long as the tribal heritage remains..."

"Dannolutou, I'm old, and I've gradually lost interest in absorbing faith in the last hundred years," Dilladetu slowly shook his head and interrupted the Mandelo natives' words, pointing to a suspended giant wrapped in clouds and mist in mid-air, and said bitterly, "What's more, the strong man who is in charge of the 'Tudnan' will not allow any prey to escape."

The Mandelo is bound to perish tonight. (To be continued......)