However, this cannot be given up, this is the greatest wealth of the tribe, and it is also the food they have along the way.

But at this moment, Imanadarotu heard a few more strange screams, which were made by those people of the Red Spotted Clan.

According to past practice, these Red Spotted people had just attacked them, and they should not attack the force again for the time being. However, this time they had just sneak attacked, and these Red Spot people made a noise and screamed again, but they really bullied them?

Immanadaro's face sank like water, and he already had a short spear in his hand, ready to clean up these blind fellows.

However, the sound of those people of the Red Spotted Tribe, today, was a little different from usual. This time, their voices seemed to be very panicked, even panicked.

After hearing this, Imanada Rotu was happy in his heart, but he also had a little bit of wonder. I don't know what happened to make these difficult guys so panicked.

A few of the Redspot tribesmen ran out of the woods on the hillside in the distance in a panic, and even climbed down the grassy slope.

When the warriors of the Night Tribe, who had already prepared for a defensive attack, wondered, they saw a cloud of pink mist floating out.

The Redspots were like hell, terrified of the mist. Fortunately, there was a small river ahead, and those Red Spotted people ran over as if they had encountered a life-saving straw, but they were immersed in the water, and they didn't even dare to raise their heads.

"No, run!" Imanadarotu's face became very ugly.

Compared to the rest of the civilization, Immanadarotu is not so unheard-of.

Although it has been in power in this civilization for hundreds of years. But there is naturally a secret knowledge between him and the sun god Hoko Arotu.

Although this knowledge has always been passed down in the form of songs or stories. He never believed it, but it was like before Terzkapolipoca came. Although the prophecy of the end of the world has been circulating, no one believes it.

Imana Darotu didn't believe much in these things. But since being defeated and exiled by the Great Celestial Master of Wen. A lot of things are starting to be believed.

Like, this mist in front of you! Damn, this kind of thing shouldn't be here? Legend has it that they didn't haunt the rainforest?

The two dazed Redspots did not hide in the river until the mist drifted over the river. It's impossible to hide in anymore.

The two Red-Spotted men let out a frightened cry and ran violently to exhaust their strength. They were quickly engulfed in the mist, and they heard two Redspoters. A hoarse scream.

Then, not long after, their voices stopped, apparently dead.

Seeing these two Red Spotted tribesmen die so miserably, the people of these Night Tribes couldn't care about gloating anymore. There was a commotion.

"All assembled. Gather together!" Immanadarotu quickly changed his order, and with the speed of their tribe helping the old and the young, they could not escape this terrifying thing.

Even if they can escape, they can't take the sheep with them. Without these flocks, what would their people have been able to do?

So Imana Darotu changed his mind and shouted quickly.

His people obeyed the order and quickly gathered together on a hillside upwind. Gather all the flocks. Hoping that the wind can blow these mist away.

Unfortunately, however. Although the slopes are undulating, there are high mountains on all sides, forming a large valley basin, and there is no strong wind blowing at all, let alone blowing the mist away.

The mist seemed to be spiritual, lingering on the surface of the river for a while, as if there was nothing to do with the guys in the potential water, and then it floated towards them.

The mist looked ethereal, not unlike the usual mountains in the mountains. It's just a weird little bit of pink.

And that pink color doesn't give people a pleasing feeling. On the contrary, it looks extraordinarily filthy, and it feels disgusting when you look at it twice. And the fog seemed to be heavy, just floating against the ground, at most two or three meters high.

"Go up the tree, go up the tree, climb up the tree!" commanded Imanadarottu, "Whoever can climb the tree should climb it quickly." The rest of the people are all gathered around me with their flocks!"

Suddenly, the warriors, all of whom were still physically strong, all ran to the trees near the hillside. It seems that they don't have much faith in the night god of Immanadarotto.

Only those who were old and infirm, and could not climb the trees, had to drive the sheep to follow closely to Imanadarotu, forming a large circle.

A shadow emanated from Imanadarothu's body, and it enveloped them all.

This shadow was already much thinner than when the Great Celestial Master saw it for the first time. It's not like night anymore, it's more like a shadow under the sun.

However, this shadow seems to be very effective, and the mist in the shrouded place cannot float into it at all, forming a strange confrontation.

This caused the people of Immanadarotu to cheer, and they regained a lot of faith in the god of the night.

However, Imanadarotu was gritting his teeth, and he was already injured and not recovering. Even if the injury is healed, it can't spread this shadow for too long.

The tribe of Imanadarotu is quite large. There were thousands of them, and they drove hundreds of thousands of sheep.

This number is even a little small, not much. On average, there are less than a hundred sheep per person.

However, the various consumption along the way has been reduced by almost half. Many were killed and dried into dried meat.

Rao is like this, and the area they occupy is also very large, that is, now this flock is dense, and it is enough to spread out an area the size of several football fields.

This is far beyond the limits of Immanada Rotu, and even in its heyday, it can't bear it. Not to mention now.

The shadow could only be reduced little by little, so that many sheep and alpacas were exposed, and as soon as they came into contact with this mist, they screamed in pain, and it was only a few sounds, and they collapsed on the ground. There was even black blood coming out of the nostrils.

This scene made everyone's scalp tingle, while the sheep in the shadows were restless. People have wisdom and know that it is safe to hide in this shadow.

However, in the face of these threats, the sheep immediately panicked and strengthened, and some even ran out of the shadows in a panic. Before he could run a few steps, he fell to the ground.

In this way, the sheep became more and more agitated, and more sheep ran outside.

Imana Darotu shouted, and the shadow suddenly expanded. Forced those mist out alive.

However, the cheers of the Night Tribe had not stopped, and blood was seen spilling from between the mouth and nose of Immanadarotu.

The shadow that had just been stretched out shrank again, and this time almost halfway, and hundreds of thousands of sheep were exposed.

The area occupied by those mist is actually not very large, at most it is only a dozen square meters, but five or six regiments, combined, cannot cover these sheep as a whole.

However, as soon as the flock is enveloped, it will scream and die. But more of the sheep ran out, and at once they ran all over the mountains.

But at this moment, groups of soldiers rushed out of the misty woods. They had colorful bird feathers on their heads and dense patterns on their faces.

** On the chest and thighs, it is only a circle around the waist or something like animal skin and leaves.

After watching these warriors rush out, they desperately grabbed these sheep. The warriors who had climbed the trees in the dark could not stand it, this was robbing them of their property.

However, before they could make any moves, a group of slow, stiff, white-haired things slowly approached and surrounded them.

These guys were not afraid of the vicious mist at all, and even rushed straight over, trying to kill into the shadows.

However, when they found that the objects touched the shadow of Immanadarotu, they fell to the ground quickly.

Then things began to turn, surrounding the samurai who were hiding in the trees.

"These are dead people, these are dead people!" some of the warriors cried out in terror.

These guys can't climb trees, and their whole bodies are extremely stiff. However, from such a close distance, the warriors in the trees could easily see these corpses covered with white hair, and even their eyes were a cloudy color like dead fish.

These warriors may not be afraid of the living enemy, but they are terrified of the dead who can run and move. They all wanted to move farther away from them, and involuntarily climbed to the higher branches.

However, the higher the branches, the thinner the branches, and there was the unlucky one, and with a click, the branch broke and fell from the tree. Immediately surrounded by these walking corpses.

He screamed, "Don't come, don't come." "I wanted to climb up the tree, but I was dragged down by these walking corpses and bit down one by one.

One scream after another was heard, and all the samurai in the trees were colorless.

Soon, the hapless samurai was almost completely gnawed into a skeleton. Then these walking corpses after seeing the blood took aim at these warriors hiding in the trees, and then began to push the trees in dozens of them......

In the midst of all fours, the sound of screams was endless. Imanadarotu finally changed color, and the shadow was completely retracted. The whole person almost fell to his knees softly, almost out of strength!(To be continued......