The people of the Paigangara, who were closest to her, heard her warning, and stopped their tracks, and then the most perceptive among them sensed that something was wrong—those who were a little farther away from them seemed so hazy, and if they were not so excitedly basking in the impending victory and the abundance of captivity, they could easily have heard the howls of the neighborhood a little too much- Although they are not familiar with those people, they are all Yiren soldiers who have been on the battlefield, how can they let out such a cry just because they ran too fast and fell? Thinking about it again, they are all Yiren who walk like flying on the steep slopes, and they often charge on the mountain when they usually fight, and if they fall down so easily, they can't fight at all, not to mention that this is still flat ground!

"Not flat ground!" said a priest in a daze, drawing a bronze knife, slicing his face, and offering blood as a sacrifice to the Gruul God, the pain adding to his senses, "It's still a mountain!"

More people stopped and noticed in horror that something was wrong, some pointed to the sky, they had thought that the yellow ball above their heads was the sun in the fog, but now they found that the sun may not have changed, but the clouds around them had never moved, and some people pointed to the side, and they looked like a flat field around them, but after stopping their excited conversation, their ears could still hear the wind in the woods, the mournful sound of the wind blowing the leaves, which they were all too familiar with, and some reached out and tried to pluck an unripe green ear from the field, which they had picked in their hands, but it was so light, lightly as if it were an ordinary blade of grass. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

Another priest took the ear of grain, and reciting the name of the god Gruul, took out a small stone with the power of a mana from the leopard skin pouch on his waist and threw it into the gourd containing water, and in the rising steam, the ear shed its illusion - a blade of grass that could not be more ordinary!

"High Priest, High Priest!" When they all figured out what was going on, they let out a cry together, more Yi warriors didn't care about the stay of this group, they were eager to seize the wealth and slaves of the people outside the mountain, they were afraid that their steps were too slow, they were the warriors of the Luo Xun family, or the slaves of the Heigang Le family, they didn't care what terrible things the priests of the Pagang Gala family had just discovered!

They still blindly pounce on that fantasy of wealth!

The people of the family of Gang Gala could not stop them at all! Only the high priest had the authority to command the whole army of the Yi people! And where was he now? If he could not come forward in time, all the Yi people who went out on the expedition would be buried alive in this trap!

Hua Lin, like all the people in the Ganggala family, wanted to know the whereabouts of the high priest, he couldn't understand the language of the Yi people, but fortunately, the organization of the Yi people was quite clear at a glance, especially if he had already come into contact with the elite team of the Yi people. At first glance, they marched in an extremely disorderly manner, and if you look closely, you can see that each family is united around its own priests, with priests and remote in the center, long and short weapons around it, and shield bearers on the outermost periphery. However, Hua Lin, who used to be a high-level wizard, could still see one thing, that is, the Yi people had considerable no experience in dealing with witchcraft or immortal arts.

This kind of dense formation, which seems unbreakable, is a live target if it encounters the energy strike of the wizard or the five elements spell of the immortal family!

This may also be the biggest weakness left by the people killing each other! They regard each other as enemies, so the opponents they can deal with are all based on their own templates! It's like crabs fighting each other, and the pincers are getting bigger and bigger, and when they encounter an enemy who doesn't eat this set, they hold their backs with two fingers and catch them gently, no matter how big the pincers are, what's the use? Raising Gu is still a worm, and it can't raise an elephant.

Therefore, he really didn't take these well-trained warriors in his eyes, but concentrated on observing those priests, they should be the main force of the war, if there were no priests, he really didn't have to worry, just some of the fragments that Xiao Ruyun told him, I'm afraid that Xiao Ruyun alone can kill this army and flee, and it is really not a nonsense for an immortal official to protect a county. But the presence of those priests is a big variable.

It took them some time to peek through the illusion, and the first one to see through it was actually his old acquaintance, Hua Lin still used natural shelter such as trees to hide his body after many illusions, he never expected to kill all the enemies with illusions, even those big clams in the sea of clouds and mist killed the enemy by themselves rather than illusions, what he wanted to see was the person who could play the role of fixing the sea god needle in the chaos.

That was the target of his assassination.

The high priest of the Yi people was at the rear of the whole army, and he did not need to go into battle to plunder the spoils of war himself, but after several plunders of the villages along the road, which could hardly be called battles, his prestige rose rapidly, and the shoulders on which he used to ride were carried by slaves, but now there were many warriors and even toasts willing to carry them personally, and they volunteered to give countless treasures and slaves that were piled up in front of him. The only thing he had to do now was to guide the "Great Guru God" to open the way for his people to the stronghold of the Outer Mountains.

He didn't even have to do this, his closest companions had been by his side all this time, and he told the High Priest how fragile the outsiders were now, that they were no longer the imperial army of two hundred years ago!

Before the Yi people lived in the mountains, this area was their land, and the high priest's companion told him that the Yi people once had a prosperous country outside the mountains, and they were about to retake and occupy it and enjoy all that the people outside the mountains had, and the stupid enemies would be taken by surprise and flee in disarray.

What Ujida and the anxious Paegala did not expect was that the High Priest knew all about the trap in which the Strikers had fallen and their casualties, and that his companion had already shown him everything before his eyes.

"She's the right fit, like I said. The High Priest's companion said that his words were extremely light-hearted, as if the casualties were outsiders who had nothing to do with him: "You have seen her talents. He grinned: "When our spell is completed, whether it is the immortal official or the city wall, it will be nothing to mention!"

"You're right. The High Priest said dumbfoundedly, his hand touching the fan on his waist, as if to order an entourage to set out to inform the striker of the trap under the feet of the Yiren, and as if to cast a spell to unlock the trap that trapped the Yiren, but his companion then made him change his mind: "In that case, let's finish the spell quickly, and tonight, we can drink in the city of the people outside the mountain and celebrate our victory." ”

In Yantou Village, a thin man who had been coerced and intimidated was depressed and wanted to hide at his aunt's house in the neighboring village for two days, but he stopped his steps in horror at the entrance of the village: "This ...... What is this?"

The whole stream flowing at the entrance of the village turned red!

Many villages downstream reach the county seat of Shuanghe, and the rivers are red in an instant!

Some of the villagers remembered the ancient legend and the immortal official who had just arrived, and they packed up a little belongings and fled to the county seat with the old and the young, and more people still had a sense of luck after the initial shock: "It's just some absurd stories of deceiving children! What kind of river changes, it must be another flood in the mountains, washing out a lot of red soil, I am not afraid, it is a pity that the clothes are dirty!" They go home with complaints and continue with their daily routines, putting all warnings and bad omen aside and confidently ignoring them.