Seeing Wuwuyi running away, the officer was stunned at first and did not react. It was not until Wuwuyi pushed several soldiers away in a panic that he realized that something was strange.

"Catch that girl!" he shouted, "There is a ghost here!"

In fact, the officer just asked casually, and as long as Wuwuyi made up some reasons, he would probably not think about it carefully. But for Wuwuyi, this question was already the limit of her patience. The Aztlans are wolves, and in comparison, she is just a lamb. How can there be no reason not to be afraid if the lamb follows the pack?

Her heart was pounding, almost popping out of her mouth. She was in the center of the Aztlan Legion, and looking around, she was surrounded by enemies. Thanks to their scattered queues due to drinking water and resting, she still had a little room to move. When Wuwuyi ran over them, they sat and lay down, and many people didn't react.

But this opportunity would not last long. After the officer shouted "Catch that girl", the repeated shouts spread like dominoes being pushed down. Wuwuyi could not be faster than the sound, and it would not take long before the Aztlan soldiers in front would react and block.

"The Mother of the Wind blows away my voice; the Mother of the Earth covers my footprints; the Goddess of the Sun puts my body into darkness; the Goddess of the Moon drives death away from me..."

Wuwuyi recited a magic spell, but when there was no effective cover around her, this was more of a comfort in her heart.

When the soldiers in front turned their heads because of the shouts of "catching the girl" and had already stood up, Wuwuyi felt relieved. The implementers of this plan were originally a life-threatening death. But many of these Aztlans had already drunk the water from the pond, including their leader. She had already bought enough time for her tribe.

A miracle happened at this moment.

The Aztran soldiers who stood up were just laughing. Although they heard the shouts, they did not hear the specific content clearly. Just as they were about to prick up their ears and listen carefully, the shouts came to an abrupt end. However, the soldiers who were shouting covered their throats in pain. Although their mouths kept opening and closing, they seemed to be still shouting something, but they could only make "Yiyi" sounds that were not syllable.

Such symptoms quickly spread in the army. In the order of drinking water, the Aztland soldiers were deprived of their voices one after another. The vanguard troops were soon left with only the "Yiyayayayayayaya" wailing sounds.

Wuwuyi breathed a sigh of relief-the curse took effect.

This is not an ordinary spring, but a common holy land for more than ten tribes on this grassland.

According to legend, this gust of spring water is the intersection to the underworld. The dark aura from the underworld gives the spring water a terrifying curse. Those who drink the water in the spring can vaguely see the appearance of the dead world, and in order not to let them reveal the appearance of the dead world to the living, under the power of the curse, they will lose the ability to speak and die soon after.

Only a few people can survive after drinking the spring water. These people will be considered as messengers chosen by God and thus serve as priests of the tribe. Many tribes will move here after the old priest dies, allowing several hopeful candidates to drink the water in the spring to determine who will serve as the new priest. Half of the tribe's migration this time is because the original priest is too old.

If it weren't for the tense situation, Wuwuyi wouldn't have brought the Aztrans into this sacred land.

The symptoms of poisoning continued to spread. After losing language ability, the Aztlan soldiers who drank water soon felt difficulty breathing, and then their bodies also lost their strength. Some people struggled to stand up and try to stop Wuwuyi, but were easily pushed away by Wuwuyi.

After breaking through the siege, Wuwuyi glanced back roughly and estimated that there were nearly five or six hundred Aztland soldiers who were poisoned.

The troops in the rear did not have time to drink water, so they survived. They were far away from Wuwuyi and could not stop Wuwuyi from escaping, so they attacked from a distance with bows and arrows and stone throwing weapons. The "huhu" sound of breaking through the air flew past his ears, and it became increasingly dense. Wuwuyi hurriedly recited the magic spell again:

"The Mother of the Wind blows away my voice; the Mother of the Earth covers my footprints; the Goddess of the Sun puts my body into darkness; the Goddess of the Moon drives death away from me..."

Amid the sound of the spell, she leaned into the grass half a man tall, and then she never appeared again. After the Aztlan soldiers arrived, it was empty and could not even see the footprints.

It was late at night, and Wuwuyi lay in the grass, panting happily while staring at the bright moon in the sky.

Her legs were shot by the Aztlans at the last moment, but fortunately, there was no poison on the arrow. This was thanks to the Aztlans' custom of using prisoners for human sacrifice. Poisoning on the arrows would reduce the number of prisoners. Therefore, it is a technique used by Aztlan hunters, and no one uses it in the army.

The arrow was pulled out and the wound was bandaged with longer weeds. The blood had stopped. Except for the difficulty of running, action was not a problem.

Five hundred people were poisoned, if placed in her tribe, it would mean that the entire tribe would be destroyed. But for this group of Aztlans, it was only one-sixth of the damage. But no matter what, she won this confrontation. The leader died and the group of Aztlans had to retreat. After that, his tribe would never come to a place near the Aztlan border again.

"The Mother of the Wind blows away my voice; the Mother of the Earth covers my footprints; the Goddess of the Sun puts my body into darkness; the Goddess of the Moon drives death away from me..."

She recited the spell and hid her body in the prairie. When she could not ignite the fire and exposed her whereabouts, she could only rely on this magic to avoid the invasion of snakes and insects acting at night.

She fell asleep sweetly under the wind.

The next morning, she set out again. She knew that her tribe had probably moved overnight. She only hoped that her compatriots in the tribe could at least leave some tips for her so that she would not blindly pursue her.

Unexpectedly, Lolos and others were waiting for her not far outside the tribe. The tribal camp ahead seemed to have not moved at all.

"Wuwuyi, you are finally back." Lolos rushed over and said anxiously, "The Aztlans have found our tribe. The patriarch asked me to take you away first, so as not to cause any changes."

"Aztlan?" Wuwuyi said proudly, "Don't worry, they drank the water from the Holy Spring and suffered heavy damage. Now they are likely to have retreated. It's all my credit!"

Lolos and the people around him looked at each other in confusion.
Chapter completed!