On the edge of a large black canyon in the grassland, in a low-lying area slung an irregular, earthy yellow village.

The village is like a dark patch that grows on this pale yellow savannah.

At the edge of the village is a place that resembles ruins, and you can see stone pillars that are both crooked and straight.

Under the sunset, it is peaceful.

Several African elephants were dyed red all over their bodies, and the elephant's four pillar-like legs were followed by a baby elephant, and the baby elephant ran forward a few steps from time to time.

Then he was entangled in the trunk of the elephant to slow it down.

A few giraffes stretched their necks and chewed on the leaves, flicking their tails in peace and silence.

The trees here are all lonely and growing one by one, at most a few forming a cluster.

Cohena stood at the gate of the village, watching a group of topless black women around a campfire, wondering what kind of dance was being done in the road, they didn't

Shi raised his hands and clapped his hands, and sang an unknown desolate song loudly in his mouth.

An old woman with a face comparable to that of Rossdam sat by the campfire, clapping her hands and singing a couple of lines to the rhythm of her voice from time to time.

There are young men with tambourine on the side, which is very rhythmic.

Someone was striking each other with their white thigh bones, making a popping sound.

As soon as Cohen woke up this morning, he found that Rossdam was gone, and he couldn't find it after looking for a while. And he went out of the house alone.

The natives outside were very kind to him, and although they didn't understand the language, they knew how to smile as well.

Over here. In this completely unfamiliar tribal village, Cohena suddenly felt a peace that he had never felt before.

"It's nice here, right?"

Rossdam's voice suddenly came from his side.

"yes. Cohena nodded. He had long been accustomed to the other party's elusiveness.

"This village has a simple people and an ancient heritage, but unfortunately we can't stay here for long. He said with regret.

"For what?" Cohena asked in a low voice, "Didn't you say it's safe here?" he touched a scar on his chin

The deep scar gave him a different kind of masculinity.

"I'll tell you the truth. Rosedam turned his head, a flash of fear in his eyes. "Actually, I'm just like you, and I'm being hunted down. ”

"No," Cohen's eyes widened. "Who can hunt you down?"

"A very strong presence is very powerful. Rossdam replied in a low voice. "You, now with me, may be in the same danger. ”

"You know Rossdam, you feel like a counterfeit drug salesman right now. Cohena didn't believe it at all. This old guy is a liar

That's one at a time. He didn't know how many times he had been deceived.

"If you don't believe it, forget it. Rossdam shrugged as well. No more talking, both of them quietly enjoyed the dance of the natives around the campfire.

He glanced quietly in a direction outside the village.

For Cohenna's troubles, it was just a mortal entanglement, and it was nothing. than this. If that guy catches up again

So many years of hunting. Running around to Tibet, perhaps it's time for the final end.

Thinking of the original competition for profit, to the burial and death of friends one by one, perhaps from the beginning, no one expected that it would be such an ending.

He was tired of living in constant hiding, and chose to return to his hometown, where he was born and died. It's also a good choice.

Rossdam looked at the old woman in the middle of the crowd.

"Don't give up, we're always behind you. Damm. The old woman's eyes said so.

"yes, I lost everything. But I still remember, I still have you. Rosedam smiled like a chrysanthemum again. He suddenly

Ran raised his hands in the air, clenched them into fists, closed his eyes reverently, and sang loudly to the rhythm.

In the distance of the village, on the edge of the Grand Canyon on a cliff.

At this moment in the setting sun stood a thin old man in a gray and black strip of cloth, who was on a sheep's skull cane, quietly looking at the village in the distance

direction.

The old man had a deep scar on his forehead, as if he had cut through the flesh with some sharp blade and carved it into the skull of his forehead.

"Fate has led me here, Rossdam, you can't escape"

The old man was rickety, as if he could be blown down by a gust of wind.

But at his feet at this time there were actually two golden male lions, one of which was shaking the mane on his head from time to time, with strong streamlined muscles

The flesh fur is dyed red by the setting sun.

The old man's clothes seemed to be wrapped with many strips of cloth, and the strips of cloth on his body were more messy than the neat and orderly of the mummy

Disorganized, messy.

"Everything is guided by fate. ”

He slowly lifted his crutches and gave him a light thump on the ground.

Syllable.

The two male lions at his feet suddenly roared and roared, stood up in a prostrate posture, and walked towards the village with their heads shaken.

In the woods behind them, on the grassland, at this time, lionesses began to appear densely, and there were dozens of them.

Behind the lions were large packs of spotted dingoes, which ran briskly in packs and cried like children. Look at the number turned out to be black

A large piece of pressing, no less than a thousand heads.

These were enough to sweep across the grassland like locusts, and from above, they looked like a black cloud rushing towards the village.

Then there was a group of red-faced baboons, powerful creatures that even a leopard would have to retreat from, running in groups with their arms flailing

, just between and behind the pack of wild dogs, from time to time let out a whining roar, revealing sharp teeth.

The old man stood on the cliff, looking down at the huge herd of beasts rushing towards him.

"Fate!!!" he cried out. "Tear apart everyone who stands in your way!!"

It is a native language, but the syllables are like a kind of singing. A kind of praise.

Bell Bell Bell !!

Suddenly the sound of a gong sounded in the village, and the natives hurried into the village, erecting spiky wooden fences with their hands and feet. Thick as an arm

The wooden fence looks like it gives a lot of security.

The villagers looked panicked and looked at the herd of beasts rushing in the distance.

Someone was shouting something in the local language.

Some people hide in their houses with small children, others clench their spears and bows and arrows, but most people focus on the campfire in the middle.

There sat the most mysterious and powerful witch doctor in the village, Daryl.

Darryl also holds a cane, made of black wood. Strings of bone chains of different colors hang on it.

"Don't worry. Our ancestors have always been with us. He roared loudly, obviously looking like an eighty or ninety-year-old man, but his voice at this time was

As loud and powerful as a young man.

It's like magic. As her voice spread, hundreds of natives in the village suddenly fell silent, and they gathered at the entrance of the village

On the flat ground of the square, men took up arms one after another. Spear. Javelins, bows, scimitars, axes. There are all kinds of weapons.

The women began to gather the leader's arrangement, and the village was surrounded by strong houses on the outskirts, and wooden fences and bags of stone and dirt were piled up between them

Child. Pile up into makeshift fortresses.

Darryl looked into the distance, and she could see, on the cliff in the distance. The one standing is the one who is to blame for everything.

"The plague-like messenger of calamity, he's back"

Geek Fibo. This name may have been forgotten by too many people.

This figure, a name that frightened everyone back then, and made all the tribes tremble, has finally returned.

That epic experience and story is a memory that Darryl will never forget.

At one point, she thought that the geek Fibo was dead.

But I didn't expect it to be just led away by Rossdam, and it was led away because of that thing.

"The things of our ancestors cannot be defiled. That's the root of everything we do, the root of our blood!" Daryl looked at Rosdam in the crowd.

The two looked at each other, both nodding equally firmly.

Cohen's sensitive sense that he might be caught up in something even more terrible

He looked at his old friend and the old woman, and there was an indescribable strangeness in his heart.

"It's a little bad," he asked in a low voice.

"We are about to return to the bosom of our ancestors. Rosdam looked indifferent.

"I'll rub" Cohen's face changed, and he could see that his old friend wasn't joking this time. "Are you sure?"

"Is it because of the crystal document you mentioned?" he seemed to think of something, "the supreme text that you revered as an ancestral relic."

Paperwork?"

"Yes. That paperwork has always been with me. Rosdam hid in the crowd, whispering to Cohena as he explained. That's when Darryl begins

Loud morale boost, in weird vernacular that you don't understand.

The faces of all the natives showed grief and indignation, and their morale was boosted at once.

And the strange thing is that the fierce beasts and beasts on the periphery of the village, as soon as they arrived within ten meters of the village, they consciously stopped.

Let out a frightened whin. It's as if there's something terrible up ahead.

Rossdam watched the beast outside stop. "That's right, the man who chased me was to get the ancestral documents, which is what you said

To the text. ”

Seeing this miracle, the natives immediately cheered, shouting loudly, beating their chests, and raising their spears in a threatening sound

Sound. But more about kneeling on the ground and praying aloud for something.

"The supreme literary document is more troublesome than the secret of the lucky stone clock, and it caused a lot of turmoil like a shock back then. "Even if it's not

The people of the worldly realm, Cohena also knew a little bit about this thing. The supreme document with mystical power is these tribesmen

The source of all the power is a mysterious and incredible amount of power. (To be continued......)