The autumn rain continued to fall, enveloping the entire Frost Mountains in a curtain of rain.

It was already late autumn at the moment, and when I looked up, I saw only a patch of yellow leaves, which were frozen by the cold air of the mountain, and covered with a layer of white frost, and the whole mountain looked as if it was shrouded in white tulle from a distance, which is also the origin of the name of the frost mountain range. In the darkness of night, the entire mountain range looks like a dream, and the sparse raindrops hit the leaves and the ground, forming a joyous symphony.

It's just that Doan is not in the mood to enjoy the beautiful scenery outside at the moment, he shrunk up and leaned against the fire. Overhead, the sound of raindrops touching the roof of the tent made of animal skins came overhead. The icy cold air surrounded all around, and only the fire could barely feel a trace of warmth. Long before the rain began, the Yaxing people had sensed the change in the weather and set up camp halfway up the Frost Mountains, waiting for the rain to finish before moving on. But now it seems that this rain may not stop for a while......... Thinking of this, Doan picked up the cigarette pouch in his hand and knocked on the campfire beside him. Outside, there was silence, except for the sound of the rain and the occasional cry of children.

What is a day like this?

Thinking of this, Doan sighed. He closed his eyes and recalled the legend of the clan that they had once owned their own land, their own country. But that was all in the past, their ancestors were horribly cursed, the fertile land was dried up, the bustling cities were covered in wind and sand, and they were forced to leave their homes and wander the continent. Legend has it that one day they will reunite. Return to your homeland. But that's just a legend after all, and for now. Again, as before, they were banished again. I left and embarked on a new path. Even if they found a new land in the Land of Four Seasons, what would they do? Perhaps, in a few decades, they will have to fight again against the filthy filthy ones in order to preserve their faith and their civilization. Thus being forced to leave again, this is the fate of the Yaxing people, starting from his grandfather's grandfather's generation, and I am afraid that it will not end until the generation of his grandson's grandson.

Doan knows that as long as they abandon their way of life. You can reintegrate into the world. Live the same life as everyone else, but is that what they want? No, they have noble faith and holy convictions, and they have maintained their own customs and traditions throughout their lives, and that is what makes them above others. Those customs and ancient precepts that have been passed down are the pride of Yaxing people. Because it means that they are different, special, and unique from those who are filthy. They believe that only they are the closest to the gods. When the final judgment day comes, the unclean will be drawn into the flames of hell to pay the eternal price for their longing for pleasure and greed. And they will become the inhabitants of a new world, the greatest people in this world. Not one of them.

"Whoa."

At this moment, the curtain of the tent was lifted, and a muscular man strode in. He first knelt down in Doan's direction and bowed respectfully. Then he got up and walked to the old man's side. He handed a hydration bag over.

"Please, Elder."

"Thank you."

Looking at the man in front of him. Doan smiled a little, he reached out to take the water bag, and took a few sips of honey water, and then he felt much better. Then the old man put the water bag around the campfire, and then looked at the man in front of him again.

"What's going on outside? What about the others? ”

"It's okay, Elder, you're just a little tired. It's just that the children seem to be frightened, crying all the time, and a little troublesome. ”

"What about the surrounding areas?"

"We arranged a sentry, and all of them looked normal. In this weather, most of the beasts have returned to their nests, and there will be no danger. ”

"Good."

Hearing this, Doan nodded reassuringly, and then he closed his eyes. For an old man, the long trek in the mountains was tiring enough, and now his only hope was that the rain would stop sooner so that they could continue on their way tomorrow.

A pitch-black figure descended from the sky and landed among the trees.

The Alien Queen jumped off the branch like a ghost, leaned down, and walked slowly and gracefully down the grass like a cat towards the camp of the Yaxing people in front of her. The raindrops fell on her dark, soft body without making a sound. She walked slowly through the gap in the bushes until she reached the edge of the camp.

An Archen sentry walked slowly, glanced deeper into the dense forest, and clenched his spear. The Yaxing people wandered around, and naturally they were often attacked by those wild beasts and bandits, and most of the people who could be selected to serve as night watch sentinels were the most powerful warriors in the clan. They are tasked with protecting the entire tribe, and they also have a glory that ordinary people can hardly match. On such a cold and rainy night, most of the animals do not go out and move, but as the guardians of the guardian tribe, they still have to stick to their posts.

The rain was getting heavier and heavier, and only a patch of water vapor could be seen in front of him, and the sentry shook his head, then turned away, and the place looked normal. And the time for the rotation was coming soon, and after a while, he would be able to return to the warm tent. He can then exercise his authority to choose a woman from his clan to serve him.........

A piercing pain came from the back of his head.

The cold, hard tail blade pierced the back of the sentry's head, protruding from his left eye socket, and then quickly retracted. And the eyeballs that were originally pierced by the tip of the tail blade also fell to the ground with a "click". It was only then that the sentry's body swayed from side to side, and then fell headlong to the ground.

The Alien Queen lifted her head and stepped lightly over the corpse of the sentinel in front of her, then she opened her mouth and let out a silent scream. And with her call. In the forest, which originally seemed empty, the shadows began to shake incessantly, and then. One after another emerge from the shadows, and they move quietly and quickly through the bushes and forests. Fiercely pounced on the sentinels on the periphery.

As a migratory ethnic group, the Yaxing people did not have much power in the first place. Their primitive customs and habits meant that they may have some physically strong warriors, but beyond that, they were rare even spellcasters like witch doctors, which was another proof of Jenn's suspicion that the Archen were not favored by the goddess of the forest. You must know that even kobold wizards will appear in the underground kobolds, and it makes no sense that even the most primitive witch doctors in the Yaxing people can't come out. The only possibility that the Yaxing people don't have a spellcaster is that they are not favored by any god at all, or that the god they worship is already dead. Whichever one it is, all in all, these guys aren't as sacrosanct as they claim they are.

And after a series of upgrades and strengthening, the strength of this alien army in Jenn's hands has now reached the two-star top. This is almost on par with the elite army of a country. In contrast, there are only some ordinary warriors on the side of the Yaxing people, and the gap between the two is simply obvious.

Under the siege of the aliens, the outposts of the Yaxing people were completely wiped out almost instantly. Before anyone could even give them any warning, they were bitten and dragged down by the aliens, who then bit their throats and pierced their heads and hearts. Then he threw the lifeless corpses aside and moved on.

After a day of arduous trekking, the people of Yaxing were already exhausted. With the exception of the sentinels on the periphery, almost everyone else had fallen into a deep sleep. In addition, under the cover of the autumn rain, the aliens' bodies were almost completely covered by darkness, and they quietly leaned down like this. Slipped through the cracks in the tents into the tents of the Yachens, and a bloody, unrestrained massacre ensued.

An xenomorph crept into the tent. The first thing that appeared in front of it was a fire that had been extinguished, and a family sleeping on animal skins. A man and a woman, with a three- or four-year-old child in the middle. The three of them were sleeping soundly—perhaps because the aliens had made the tent a little more open when they had crept in. The woman who was close to the outside snorted, and she rolled over in a daze, rubbing her eyes to sit up and see what was going on. But before she could finish rubbing her eyes, the sharp tail blade of the alien had already wrapped around the woman's neck, and then with a force, with a faint sound of breaking air, blood spurted out of the woman's neck and spilled into the air. And the poor woman had not even figured out what had happened, and she lay down limply, and fell into an eternal slumber.

The woman's fall seemed to wake up the child next to him, and he reached out and pushed the woman next to him, as if he wanted to do something. But by this time, the sharp tail of the alien had already gone down from top to bottom like a sharp arrow, piercing the child's thin body. Then I saw the dark Grim Reaper leap and pounce on him.

And when the man opened his sleepy eyes, what caught his eyes was a bloody mouth with a black hole.

This happened repeatedly in every tent, with the occasional person waking up and exclaiming, but it was quickly killed completely, and the sound of the rain was drowned out for a while, and almost no one noticed anything wrong. The aliens are like silent grim reapers, reaping life mercilessly and quickly.

Doan frowned.

He opened his eyes and looked at the pitch-black tent in front of him, which was now in the second half of the night, and there was darkness everywhere in front of him. Only the sparks left of the bright red campfire in front of me. Beside him, the loyal squire was sitting leaning in, a sword in his hand, his eyes closed, and he looked like he was resting.

What's going on?

Doan frowned, not knowing why, he felt his heart beating fast, as if something bad was happening. The old man listened, but could only hear the sound of raindrops falling on the tent and the ground, and the whole camp was silent, and there seemed to be no problem. But the old man just felt that something was wrong, and he sat up and glanced at the attendant beside him. Then he was slightly stunned -- logically speaking, when he sat up, his attendant should have woken up. You know, he was the most powerful and shrewd warrior in the tribe, so he was chosen to guard the elder's safety, but now, he just sat there with his eyes closed, motionless, looking like a stone statue.

"Dada?"

While shouting the other party's name, Doan stretched out his hand and gently pushed the attendant beside him, and under his push, the attendant's strong body suddenly fell to the ground like a puddle of mud, his head fell from his neck like a leather ball, and he rolled down to the ground in a hurry, turning around several times before stopping. A pair of godless eyes were blankly half-open, staring at the old man in front of him.

"It's ............!"

Seeing this scene, the old man suddenly became nervous, and he instinctively wanted to stand up, but at this time, the old man felt a pair of cold, hard hands stretched out from behind and pressed his shoulders.

The next moment, the sharp tail blade pierced through his heart mercilessly. (To be continued......)