Chapter 14

Under the scorching sun, Chen Ming looked at the fleeing Barrick and others with some sideways eyes.

Then, he looked at a strong little leader across the street. He looked very active and suddenly possessed his soul.

On the other side, the little leader was suddenly stunned, and a touch of depth appeared in his eyes. Then he looked at the fleeing figures around him, stepped away again and ran with the flow of people.

Chen Ming was distracted. He ran and collected the original memory of the body. In this way, he digested and ran. He seemed insignificant among a group of people.

The party ran outside the village and was relieved to see that Bamu didn't appear.

"Lord balek, what shall we do now?" at this time, Chen Ming came forward to balek according to the memory in his body.

"It's kruri... Balek looked back at Chen Ming and sighed.

"The situation is a little complicated. The tribe suddenly has totem protection for some reason. It's beyond our ability to deal with it." he sighed, but he was quite friendly to Chen Ming.

This is not surprising. In primitive tribes, many of them have some relatives because they have gathered together for a long time. In Chen Ming's memory, the balek in front of him is a relative of his body, who is familiar with each other.

Chen Ming nodded thoughtfully without saying anything more.

Balek on the other side didn't doubt anything. The human brain hole here is not as big as that of modern people in previous generations, and can't think of things such as seizing and giving up. Moreover, the man Chen Ming took away belongs to the silent type in peacetime, which makes him much more convenient.

After a while, balek said again, "fortunately, the slaves of the tribes that broke down before are still there. I think it must be enough to deal with it for a while."

Seeing what he said, Chen Ming nodded, then stood up and said, "I'll check how many people we have left."

Balek's face was surprised: "it's rare that you are much smarter today. Go quickly. It's not safe here. Let's have a rest and leave here immediately."

So Chen Ming nodded and went on like this.

With a group of slaves and routed soldiers, the speed will not be very fast. So after a long time, from the noon in the sky to the dusk when the sky was getting dark, near the evening, balek and others came to a tribe on the edge of the forest.

This tribe is much larger than what Chen Ming saw before, and the corresponding village fortress is also much larger.

"It's going to be ten thousand people." Chen Ming looked at the tribe carefully, felt the Qi machine in the dark, and thought in his heart.

Suddenly, he was surprised. It was nearly 10000. It seemed that it was only a small town in previous lives, but it was very rare here.

When he looked up, he saw that a light red gas was pregnant above the village, and a layer of black gas was shrouded on it. It was located in the vortex and absorbed the gas continuously.

Seeing this, Chen Ming smiled coldly. It turned out to be an evil way.

Fortunately, the strength of this tribe is very good. Although it is constantly eroded and swallowed, it can be maintained with the continuous generation of air transportation.

But in this way, if there is such a bottomless hole, it is good that the luck of the whole tribe can remain unchanged. For a long time, the whole tribe will stagnate. What is it like now and what will it be like decades later. Even with the increase of totem strength, the absorption speed is accelerated, resulting in uneven revenue and expenditure, and finally the whole tribe is ruined.

He sneered in his heart, but there was no abnormality outside. He was still dull and silent.

At this time, the party also arrived in front of the gate, and several soldiers guarding the gate came towards them.

"Lord balek, why are there only these people left?"

A soldier asked suspiciously, with some confusion.

However, balek had a gloomy face and didn't reply. He just said in a low tone: "where are the patriarch and the great sacrifice? I want to see them."

He was in a bad mood, but there was another sound in his ear.

"Hey, balek, why do you look so embarrassed." a mocking voice sounded beside you.

"Who!" Barrick turned back, his face livid.

On the other side, a burly man came from the side, with a grim face and a mockery on his face.

On the other side, Chen Ming looked at the man with great interest. Above the man's head, a crimson vital qi stood, shaking fiercely, as if trying to get rid of the black gas that was constantly shrouded around him.

"Kerim, what I do has nothing to do with you. Take care of your own business!" Barrick angrily said. Then he ignored each other and went in directly.

The corner of Clem's mouth on the opposite side moved, as if he wanted to say something, but when he saw him go straight away, he grinned his lips and didn't continue to talk. Then he looked at the rows of slaves pressed by his people behind him, as if he thought of something, and a cruel flash flashed in the corners of his eyes.

Behind him, Chen Ming looked at the man and smiled silently. An invisible aura attached to him. Then followed balek walking in front.

Under a dark and gloomy altar, a black flag fluttered on it, as if with the air of smear. Even vaguely floating, there are countless ferocious and frightening faces emerging on it.

At this time, there was a man under the stage, wearing a rough black sacrificial robe, with an old face, praying silently.

However, although it was a prayer, the gloomy environment around him and his skinny face really made people think that he was offering sacrifices to something sacred, but it was like offering sacrifices to some evil gods.

After a while, he took out a bone knife from his arms. The bone knife was very old, but it looked very sharp, emitting a faint light. In the frightened and desperate eyes of a slave on the stage, he fiercely stabbed his heart, fast and cruel.

Then, as the bone knife stabbed into the body, a magical scene emerged. As if all flesh and blood had been absorbed by something, the body of the slave on the stage atrophied fiercely, and was sucked into a mummy in a short time. In the process, the slave was even alive until he was sucked into a mummy. A pair of eyes opened wide and looked very frightening.

However, the sacrificial priest didn't care at all. Instead, he smiled fiercely, dug out the pair of terrible eyes and put them in a hide pocket in his arms as if they were a treasure.

Then he went out of the altar and the sun shone on him. Instead, he frowned, as if he didn't adapt. He looked at balek waiting outside and said, "balek, are the sacrifices required for the sacrifice of my God ready?"

On the other side, when he heard the other party's question, barek's heart trembled fiercely, as if he had met something terrible.

He took a deep breath and said in a deep voice, "great sacrifice, the sacrifice is ready."

Then he paused with a trace of fear and said, "but in the middle, we met a tribe with totem protection, and we were defeated by each other."

"Hmm?" on the other side, the high priest's eyes narrowed slightly and looked a little cruel: "where's kurag?"

When he heard the high priest's reply from the other side, Balak breathed a sigh of relief. It would be good if he could answer.

"The kulag priest was defeated by the other party when he was fighting with the other party and had died."

As soon as he said this, the surrounding temperature suddenly became cold. Facing the fierce eyes from the opposite side, his head was lower and deeper.

He knew that he could be killed by the other party at any time. So he can only show his compliments as much as possible and beg the other party to let him go.

Finally, it seemed that the God in the dark heard his prayer. He saw the high priest staring at him for a while, and said expressionless, "I know."

"Since there are totems in that tribe, let it go for a while and wait until the sacrifice is over."

He paused and said, "now, go down."

Hearing this, balek only felt a light in his heart, and the joy of the rest of his life hit his heart violently.

He saluted the high priest and walked out with ease. At this time, he felt a little cold and felt it with his hand. He didn't know when his clothes had been wet with sweat.

Behind him, the high priest looked at him with a sneer.