They were afraid of death, they were so afraid that their hearts were about to break, so they didn't dare to be at the back of the tribe, they wanted to choose the middle, but in the middle of the crowd were some Lasu children who had lost their relatives, so they could only choose to be close to the patriarch, in front of the tribe crowd, because they felt that it was safe here, because they felt that everything was guarded by the patriarch in front.

But now, they see the crisis of the patriarch, but as long as they don't get out of this strange light, this crisis will not hurt for the time being......

At this critical moment, among the more than ten young people in the forefront, there was a person, his face was pale, his body trembled, and his fragile body seemed to be blasted open by this fear, but his eyes were crazy for the first time at this moment, and bloodshot appeared.

"Lao Tzu has been a mess for half of his life, eating and waiting for death, not making any contribution to the tribe, but wasting so much food, I know that many tribesmen look down on me, I know that even those Lasu think I am a waste......

I'm a waste, I'm not brute, I'm lazy, I don't have a strong body, I'm useless...... The only thing I had was the glory that Aba had paid for death when he hunted wild beasts for his tribe......

Today, Lao Tzu wants to tell all the tribesmen that I am a waste, but I am also a tribesman of the tribe!!" The young man rushed out with red eyes, roared, and went straight to the patriarch, using his flesh and blood to build a wall of life for the patriarch's life and death!

With a bang, the young man's body, in the retreat of the patriarch, staggered with it, blocking in front of him, but only in an instant, he was pierced by a whistling sharp arrow, and the whole person suddenly exploded and died directly.

"Abba...... Your Rasu is not a waste......" the young man laughed miserably before he died.

Almost at the moment when this young man rushed out of death, his companions, the more than a dozen young people, all roared and rushed out madly, they wanted to use their lives to repay the nurturing of the tribe, and use their lives to welcome the glory of the dust again.

"We are waste, but we are also a member of the tribe!!" The dozen or so young men roared and rushed out, using their fragile bodies, with their blood, for the patriarch of their tribe, for their people, forming a flesh and blood ravine, the roaring sound continued, the two people of the Black Mountain tribe who came after them, they obviously did not expect that the ordinary clansmen of the Wushan tribe could rush out at this time, but the eyes of these two people were full of contempt and disdain, in their eyes, this group of ordinary clansmen, fragile and vulnerable.

In that roar, these more than a dozen people were blurred and shattered, but they still used their lives and their will to block death, and some people hugged the black mountain leader with their bodies, even if their bodies were shattered, but their teeth were clenched.

Tragic, this war so far, its tragic degree seems to have reached a very high level, the will of these more than ten young people, shook the two people pursuing in the Black Mountain Department, they did not expect that these ordinary Osan people have such madness and persistence, the pace of their pursuit, delayed for so many breaths.

The time of the two breaths is very short, and the price is the lives of those young people, but these two breaths are in exchange for the transformation of the life and death crisis of the Wushan patriarch, in that sorrow, the Wushan patriarch returned to the barbarian light, his heart is like a knife, but he knows that he can't die, not for himself, but for the tribe.

He looked at the corpses all over the ground in front of him, at the group of people who had made him very helpless and even a little disgusted, and at these familiar faces now with blurred flesh and blood, Patriarch Wushan, a tower-like man in his forties, cried.

Behind him, more clansmen, crying, the more than ten youths, with their lives, told everyone that although they are waste, they are also members of the tribe, and they can also die for the tribe!

Su Ming bit his lip, and bombarded the big man in front of him again and again, the two hundred and forty-three blood lines in his body had already condensed into one, and in that constant roar, he started a fight with this big man.

What he is good at is speed, and the big man is strength, similar to Ye Wang, this battle, even in this battlefield, is extremely conspicuous, Lei Chen saw it, Ula saw it, and many clansmen saw it.

The little girl in the crowd of that tribe was in tears, looking at Su Ming, she was afraid.

At this moment, an earth-shattering rumbling sound suddenly rose from a distance, but I saw the black mist figure of the black mist turned by the evil barbarian technique of the Black Mountain Barbarian Gong who was fighting with Ah Gong, suddenly collapsed, turning into countless black qi and rolling around, Ah Gong took an indescribable momentum, striding towards the tribal crowd in an instant.

Grandpa, I'm back!!

His speed was so fast, the whole person seemed to take three steps forward in the sky, the first step fell, Ah Gong stood beside Su Ming, in the black mountain coarse linen clothes of the big man was shocked, Ah Gong pointed at the center of this person's eyebrows, this big man's body trembled, spurting blood and retreating, a deep blood hole appeared in the center of the eyebrows, his expression was gloomy, he fell directly, and died.

Ah Gong did not pause, and took the second step, this second step, he appeared next to the black-clothed man who was fighting with Nan Song at the forefront, and with a wave of his fierce right hand, the man's body immediately shook violently and collapsed.

An earth-shattering momentum filled the sky on Ah Gong's body, killing people one step at a time, and his figure made all the Montenegrin tribesmen around him show fear one by one and retreat one after another.

Su Ming's eyes showed excitement, not only him, but all the Wushan tribesmen, all of them roared excitedly at this moment, but when they saw Ah Gong at this moment, he took the third step, and this third step was to step towards the giant wooden fence that was blocking the front, and when he fell, the fence boomed, and it was torn apart, turning into countless fragments and about to spread, but in the flick of Ah Gong's sleeve, these fragments were like sharp arrows, shuttling beside the Wushan tribesmen, and heading straight for the retreating Black Mountain barbarians.

All of a sudden, the screams echoed.

After three steps, Ah Gong's face became sickly ruddy, but it quickly dissipated, and he turned around and spoke calmly.

"Don't stop, go!!"

With his words, in the midst of the many casualties of those people from the Black Mountain Tribe, and they did not dare to stop them, the crowd of the Wushan Tribe, under the leadership of the patriarch, moved quickly forward, and the willow flute, which was leaning against the big tree and was in the dying, was also lifted up and left.

Soon, there was silence on the battlefield before this, only the corpses and blood all over the ground did not disperse for a long time.

Su Ming was in that crowd, covered in blood, walking silently and quickly, and the little girl next to him who was being held by the clansmen was no longer crying at the moment, but there was strength in her ignorant eyes.

She was still young, she didn't know many things, but in this night, she seemed to have grown up.

The moonlight fell on the earth, as if the Wushan people who had no home illuminated the road ahead, so that they were no longer confused and helpless.

"Patriarch, barbarian ...... A few of us old men, just stay, and don't let the clansmen take care of us and affect the speed of migration......"

During the migration, an old voice with a cough suddenly came from the crowd, it was an ordinary old man of the tribe, he was already very old, and he couldn't keep up with the tribe's team, in his mind, it was better to stay by himself than to let people support him and affect the speed of the tribesmen.

"Let the young people go, and I'll stay...... In fact, we should have chosen to stay in the tribe...... Alas. Another old man stopped.

Soon, almost all the old people of this tribe, after a moment of silence, walked out of the crowd one by one, about forty people, they stubbornly chose to stay, their remaining lives could not help the tribe, but they could not let themselves delay the progress of the tribe.

"You ......" Patriarch Wushan was stunned for a moment and closed his eyes, but he quickly opened them and bowed deeply to the old men of this group.

"Let's go...... We're tired......" The old men smiled and waved to the tribesmen, their relatives were in the crowd, tears flowed, but they couldn't stop it, some of the prime-aged people also chose to stay, but they were not allowed.

"Barbarian, is there a way that we old fellows can use, and will explode flesh and hurt people like those young men, tell us. Among the old men, one walked out, smiling, looking at Ah Gong.

Ah Gong was silent for a moment, stepped forward, and after putting something in the old man's hand, he patted him on the shoulder with a sigh, he knew that this was not the time to be weak, more clansmen needed to move quickly, he turned around sharply.

"The rest of the clansmen, continue to migrate!"

In the midst of the silent tears and frequent reflections, the old men watched their people go away, and they smiled kindly, sat down breathlessly with each other, and talked to each other about the past of their youth, and on this moonlit night, as if talking about the glory of the past.

The crowd, without these old people, migrated much faster......

After a long time, when the sky was bright, behind the crowd of the Osan tribe, the Wushan tribe, which was getting farther and farther away, was in ruins under the faint moonlight.

It seems that there is no vitality at all, and in the years, it will turn into wreckage, and gradually there may be some plants and trees that will grow, and slowly turn this place into a part of the jungle again, making it difficult to find all the beauty and memories of existence.

At this moment, the wind was blowing, whimpering like a song, rolling the snow on the ground, sweeping away the land, and rolling up a lot of debris scattered by those clansmen before leaving, moving on the ground, making a rustling sound, revealing a gloomy.

Among the miscellaneous items were the toys of the child Lasu, some animal skins that the people had not had time to take away, the extinguished fires, some scattered herbs, and many pots and bowls and broken animal skin tents.

Except for the sound of the wind, the ruins of this tribe were silent, but one of the collapsed animal skin tents moved at this moment, a small round beast with a whole body in plush form, from the leather tent peeking out of the head, this little beast is very cute, its hair should be white, but at the moment it is gray and abrupt, its eyes show fear, quickly run out of the leather tent, in the wind and snow, shivering.

A hiss came out of its mouth, as if calling its owner, whose name, Pipsqueak, was the little girl's pet.

However, its owner could not hear this roar...... It was lonely in the ruins of the tribe, but it never wanted to go too far from the collapsed leather tent, because it was its home.

With a hissing voice, the little beast slowly retreated, as if it could not bear the cold and wanted to return to the leather tent, but at this moment, the sound of footsteps came from outside, and more than a dozen people came from outside the broken gate of the tribe.

The leader is a strong man, but his expression is very gloomy, if Su Ming is here, he can recognize this person, it is the patriarch of the Black Mountain tribe.

Behind him was an equally gloomy young man, who licked his lips and looked around, showing a cruel smile, he was Bi Su!

"Go fast! Catch up, Ah Gongying is also about to come, this time, there is no one left in the Wushan tribe except women!" The patriarch of the Black Mountain tribe slowly spoke and walked out of this ruin.

Bi Su withdrew his gaze from looking around, turned around and was about to leave, but suddenly his eyes flashed, and he saw the little beast that was trembling and didn't dare to move, the corner of his mouth smiled slightly, and his right hand raised and waved at the little beast.

Immediately, the little beast's body trembled, its eyes dimmed and fell, and a wisp of cyan breath emerged from its corpse, which was grabbed by Bi Su in his hand and placed in the center of his eyebrows, and after a while, his eyes showed cruelty.

"Is it called Pipsqueak...... I miss your master very much, then I will send her to be reunited with you. ”