Lieshan wore a black robe, the texture was delicate and intricate.

More than ten years have passed, and he has become the third witch in the Lianshan clan, with mysterious powers and a respected status.

At this time, Lieshan's face was extremely gloomy, and he looked at the corpses of these warriors lying quietly on the ground, his eyes were mixed with grief and anger.

"What about Gao Yan, why didn't he come back?" At this time, Lieshan was eight feet tall, but he did not look rough, but had a quiet and mysterious smell.

No one answered him.

After a while, a sense of foreboding arose in Lieshan's heart, and he suddenly turned to look at the only surviving warrior.

This man was more than ten feet tall, with a slightly sad face, only in his forties, but he was already full of gray hair, one arm was hanging weakly, and blood was constantly flowing down his arm.

"All dead. The warrior's voice was indifferent, "Gao Yan is also dead." ”

Lieshan's heart ached, his eyes turned red in an instant, and anger overwhelmed his reason, "What about you? Why are you still alive? Why are you the only one alive?"

"That's enough!" an old man of a height of a certain height walked over, and Mu Xiang followed behind the old man.

Even if something so big happened, these two old men still looked like a flat lake and were not shocked.

After living long enough and seeing too much death, their hearts have long been hard enough, which has been polished by years and experience.

When the people in the tribe saw the old man saluting one after another, the kind of awe from the heart was far from being compared to the Burning Mountain, which had now become a witch.

The old man's face was a little more wrinkled than it had been more than a decade ago, and he looked at the corpses of the warriors, crouched down and gently closed their eyelids.

The hands were dry and old, with old age spots, but they didn't tremble in the slightest, they were still firm and calm, and after a long time, the old man's voice sounded, "Make a fire." Buried it!"

Hearing the old man's command, the people of the tribe suppressed their grief and went to prepare firewood and fire oil.

In the Great Wilderness, there is no burial, because no one knows whether the corpse will be turned out and swallowed by those hungry beasts. On the contrary, it is better to burn it clean, dust to dust, and soil to earth.

The old man ignored Lieshan, but said softly, "Sometimes, those who are alive need more courage than those who die. ”

Hearing this, Lieshan looked up at the only living warrior, only to see that his face was full of indifference, and his eyes were hollow and empty, without a trace of life.

"Aliang. The old man called.

Gongliang did not react at all, and he watched quietly as the warriors were lifted up and placed on a rack made of firewood, doused with fire oil, and a little spark splashed on it, burning in the wind.

A deep pain finally appeared in the depths of his eyes, making his heart twitch, and a mouthful of blood spurted out of his throat.

Twenty years ago, I became a deserter and survived, and today, I should be allowed to die!

Gongliang remembered that Gao Yan, who had even swallowed the corpse in his stomach, and couldn't help but clench his fists.

Blood is ticking.

He had only found so many corpses, and many others had not been found, and he had dragged them back with vines.

He wasted one hand, and the other hand was bleeding from the vines at this time, and the flesh was turned out, and Bai Sensen's bones could be faintly seen.

"Ah Liang, what did you come across?" the old man frowned slightly, and his face was grim.

Gongliang's body trembled, his eyes became blood-red, and he gritted his teeth and said, "Dragon!

The whole tribe fell silent, except for the light of the fire and the occasional sound of firewood exploding.

......

"Migration?" Lieshan exclaimed, "Why do you want to migrate? There are old people and children in the tribe, and when we leave the village, how can we deal with those endless fierce beasts and monsters?"

This is a stone house, and there are only four people in the house, Dawu, Mu Xiang, Lieshan, and Gongliang.

"Lieshan, you are the youngest witch in the history of our Lianshan clan, you take them with you. Dawu closed his eyes, as if he had not heard of Lieshan's words, and his voice was deep and unquestionably firm.

"What do you mean?" Lieshan's face turned ugly, "You want to stay?"

"Hmm. Mu Xiang didn't reply when he saw the big witch, and responded, "Jiaolong is very grudgeful, since the people of the tribe have already encountered it, it will definitely be able to find it according to the taste." ”

Gongliang's eyes, which had been silent, moved, "I shouldn't have come back, it won't be found if it dies outside." ”

"Nope. Mu Xiang waved his hand, "It has nothing to do with you." Now that there is a dragon here, sooner or later it will find us. Now that it has inadvertently taken a picture, and since it is not chasing, it must have been injured, and this time can make us prepare for it. ”

Mu Xiang said, and couldn't help sighing, "Where our Lianshan clan is, the mountain range spreads for eight thousand miles, gathering wind and hiding qi, I didn't expect to really give birth to a dragon!"

"What about the dragon?" said Lieshan, "and slaughtered it if it dared to come, just to taste the taste of dragon meat!"

Mu Xiangfu smiled and said, "Stinky boy, that's a dragon! even if it's just a dragon, it's not something we can deal with." ”

"The three of us, plus the warriors of the tribe, can't we still have a dragon?"

"Xiang!" Dawu finally spoke, "Lieshan will become the spark that our Lianshan clan will keep, and there are some things that should be told to him, lest he don't know the height of the sky and the thickness of the earth, and cut off the roots of my Lianshan clan!"

Mu Xiang nodded, looked at the confused Lieshan, and couldn't help but shake his head again, over the years, Lieshan has been practicing in the tribe all day long, not hearing about things outside the window, untempered, and not knowing whether it is right or wrong to hand over the tribe to him.

"Lieshan, you must know that the heavens and the earth are very big, compared to them, don't say that we are even the Shan clan, even these eight thousand miles of mountains are just a drop in the ocean. Mu Xiang also had some melancholy in his heart as he spoke, "The heavens and the earth are vast, the creatures are innumerable, compared to those fierce beasts and alien species, our human race is much weaker, there are no sharp claws and teeth, and there is no agile ......."

"Wait!" Lieshan suddenly interrupted Mu Xiang's words, "Terran, aren't we Wu Clan?"

Mu Xiang was stunned for a moment, a little dumbfounded, paused and said with a smile, "The so-called witch, who works from people, who can go up to the will of heaven and give the decree of the earth, is a witch." Because witches often have great power, ordinary people worship them and call themselves witches. ”

Seeing that Lieshan was deep in thought and didn't speak again, Mu Xiang continued, "In fact, a long time ago, our Terran race in the Great Wilderness was far more miserable than it is now, almost extinction. ”

Lieshan was shocked again, "The dead race is exterminated?"

"yes. At that time, there were many supernatural powers, and we humans were always struggling to survive in the cracks. It was the darkest history of blood and tears of our human race. There are even great demons who keep human races in captivity for food, and the list goes on......"

"And then?"

"Later, there was a big war......"

Hearing this, Lieshan's heart moved, and he interrupted again, "Shenzhou?"

"Yes, it's Shenzhou!"