On that day, Lin Feng suddenly noticed that there was a commotion outside, and the boat also stopped, and then he heard a muffled sound of "boom, boom" overhead, as if countless boulders were rolling down from a height. With a loud "click", the hull of the ship shook violently, and in an instant, the bilge entered the water half a foot high.

A crew member shouted: "There is an ambush on the mountain!" A female voice shouted: "It's in the water! Hurry, go and save people!" Soon, the leader of the Eight Bands clan rushed into the cabin where Lin Feng and the three were imprisoned, and they desperately jumped into the surging sea water and carried the cage to the deck.

"Quick, tie them up, and take them to the shore. The leader of the Eight Tribes ordered.

More than a dozen crew members immediately tied up Lin Feng and the others hand and foot according to the order, lifted them up, and took them to a long grass beach closest to the ship.

The leader of the Eight Tribes commanded again: "The Eight Tribes will stay behind to guard the prisoners, and the others will go back to rescue people and salvage supplies." Also, inform everyone to assemble here, and those who escape from the battle will die!"

The crew were ordered to immediately get into the water and swim in the direction of the clipper. The leader of the Eight Bands gazed at the towering cliffs on the other side. The rocks had stopped falling, but there was not a single figure in sight. She was wondering to herself when she heard the sudden sound of the wind in the grass not far away, and a dozen or so strong men wielding axes and bare-chested breasts suddenly jumped out of their hiding places.

There were few people in the Eight Wolves, so they had to retreat sharply while swinging their sleeves and shooting out white nets. It's just that the white net is soaked in water, and its firing speed and viscosity seem to have been greatly reduced.

When the strong men saw the white net flying, they each shouted, pulled out a stone axe from their waists, and smashed it hard at the white net. The stone axes spun and crashed into the white nets, nailing them all to the ground.

Seeing that his clan's stunt was broken, the leader of the Eight Clans couldn't help but shout with a gloomy face: "You are too bold to resist the axe, we are acting on the orders of the king of the Ao Ling League!"

"Hmph, this broken net is really not so easy to use when it enters the water!" A muscular man from the axe tribe laughed gloatingly: "No matter what kind of alliance breaker he is, the Ga only believe in the Yin God." You're unlucky today, if you meet it, obediently follow the Gamen, and you can still end up with a whole corpse. Otherwise, hehe, I'll gutt your entrails right now and go back to make fertilizer. ”

As he spoke, several axe rejects jumped out from the other side of the grass, and they rushed to Lin Feng, who had no ability to resist, and tied them up like piglets, hanging them on a wooden stick, lifting them and leaving. The Eight Men wanted to stop it, but more than a dozen people from the grass behind them came to resist the axe, and they surrounded them.

The Eight Men had no choice but to fight and retreat to the water's edge, but at this time the crew and the other Eight Men rushed to help, and the Axe Resistors stopped fighting, shouted, and swaggered away with the hostages.

"Patriarch, what should I do?" asked one of the Eight Tribesmen.

"Let them go, sooner or later we will get them back!" There was no expression on the masked face of the leader of the Eight Tribes, but the gloom in his words could not be hidden.

The sky was high and blue, and the clouds stretched freely in the air. Although Lin Feng's body was hanging, he didn't feel annoyed. Maybe because of the story of Geng Buqu and Wei Ziying, he has an inexplicable good impression of the Axe Rejection Clan. It's just that Lin Feng didn't understand, why the Resisting Axe Clan would hijack the Silver Dahu Clan's boat, and they robbed the clipper that secretly escorted him? Seeing that Lin Feng had no intention of resisting, You Boyun next to him didn't struggle. Only Xiaosheng looked preoccupied.

The group walked like this for half an hour, and as the mountain gradually became higher and steeper, the sky was sprinkled with snowflakes.

You Boyun was the first to shout: "Hey, what is this, it's so beautiful." ”

Lin Feng's body and face also fell a lot, but he didn't feel cold. "It's like catkins, hey, it's really catkins. Lin Feng turned his head to look around, and the fluttering catkins blew from a distance like goose feathers and heavy snow, covering the back of the tall black stone mountain, and from a distance, it was as holy and beautiful as a real snow-capped mountain and ice peak.

After another half an hour, the Axe Resistors climbed the "Snow Mountain" and returned to the tribe. Almost everything here is made of stones, stone holes, stone fences, stone houses, stone roads, stone steps, stone utensils, stone decorations, and even the flagpoles are polished in stone. The tribal territory is divided into three layers, each layer is built on a steep gray-brown mountain rock, the layers are at least ten meters apart, and there are only two stone paths in between.

The hostages were carried to the gravel square on the lowest level, in addition to Lin Feng and the three of them, there were also four crew members and three people from the Eight Tribesmen, and the women, old and young of the Resisting Axe Clan immediately surrounded them, pointing at them and talking loudly. Lin Feng listened carefully, and the most they said seemed to be two words: "Illness, Yin God." ”

What exactly do the people who resist the axe want to do? Lin Feng really couldn't figure it out. At this time, I heard the "rumbling" sound on the mountain, and two large round stones rolled down from the chute on both sides of the highest floor, and smashed into the big stone pit at the bottom with a "clang". This was the signal for the Axe Rejection Clan to gather, and for a moment all the Axe Rejection Clans looked up at the very top. In the middle of that floor are three screen-like stone walls, the upper part of which is chiseled with lamp holders, and a raging fire burns inside. A sturdy and mighty man stood in front of the stone wall, his cheeks were resolute, his eyes were golden and bright like jewels, his body was as vigorous as a cheetah, his bright copper skin, and his heavy black hair was tied with bronze bone hairpins.

The man looked down at the crowd below, his eyes cold. He set his eyes on Lin Feng's captives, and said, "When tomorrow is ugly, sacrifice to the Yin God!" As he spoke, he raised a huge stone axe above his head, and let out a long roar in his throat.

The Axe Resistors below also raised their fists and weapons, echoing the man, and let out a short, powerful "roar!" "Roar!"

Then Lin Feng and the other captives were dragged to a dark basement, and the Axe Resisters didn't even bother to untie the ropes, so they kicked them down a deep pit a foot high like dumplings, but fortunately there was half a person's high hay at the bottom of the pit, otherwise they would have to cripple people.

After all the captives entered the pit, the people who resisted the axe carried a wooden fence and put a cover at the mouth of the pit, and selected a few people to take turns guarding the torches, and said that if they were not honest, they would throw the torches down and burn everyone to death.