However, this cannot be given up. This is the greatest wealth of the tribe and the food they have moved forward all the way.

But at this moment, Imanadalotu heard a few more strange screams, which were made by the Red Spot people.

According to previous practice, these Red Spots have just attacked them and should not attack the forces again for the time being. However, this time, these Red Spots have just attacked them, but they really bullied them?

Imanadalo Tu's face was as deep as water, and he had already prepared a short spear in his hand, ready to deal with these eyes-indifferent guys at any time.

However, the sounds made by the Red Spot tribe people today are a little different from usual. The sounds they made this time seemed very panicked, and it could even be said to be in panic.

After Imanadalotu heard this, he felt happy and was also a little puzzled. He didn't know what was going on, which would make these difficult guys so panic.

Several Red Spots ran out of the woods on the distant hillside in panic, and even rolled and climbed along the grass slope.

When the warriors of the Dark Tribe who had already prepared for defensive attacks were extremely puzzled, they saw balls of pink mist floating out.

The Red Spots were like ghosts, and they were very afraid of these mists. Fortunately, there was a small river ahead, and the Red Spots seemed to have encountered a life-saving straw and ran over, but they immersed their whole body in the water and didn't even dare to lift their heads.

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

Compared to other people in this civilization, Imanadalotu is not so ignorant.

Although he has been a mighty man in this civilization for hundreds of years, there is naturally a secret knowledge spread between him and the sun god Hoko Arotu.

Although these passed down knowledge have always been circulated in the form of songs or stories, he never believed it very much, just like before Tezkapolipoca came, although the prophecy of destruction of the world had been circulated, no one believed it.

Imanadalotu originally didn't believe in these things very much. But since he was defeated and exiled by Master Wen and many things began to believe in them.

For example, the mist in front of you! Damn it. This kind of thing shouldn't appear here? In the legend, aren't they appearing in the rain forest?

The two dizzy Red Spot tribes did not hide in the river. It was impossible to hide in the mist until the river drifted across the river.

The two Red Spots shouted in horror, and the violent running exhausted their strength. They were quickly swallowed by the mist, and they heard the two Red Spots screaming loudly.

Then, not long after, their voices stopped, and they were obviously dead.

Seeing these two Red Spot tribes die so miserably, the people of these Dark Tribes didn't care about gloating and became turbulent.

"Everything gathered, all gathered!" Imanadalotu quickly changed his orders, and with the speed of supporting the elderly and young, they could not escape such a terrifying thing.

Even if they can escape, the flock cannot be taken away. Without these flocks, what can their people do if they escape?

So Imanadalotu changed his mind and shouted quickly.

His tribes obeyed the orders and quickly gathered on a hillside at the upper vent, gathering all the sheep. They were looking forward to the wind that could blow the mist away.

Unfortunately, although the slopes are undulating, there are mountains on all sides, forming a large valley basin. There is no strong wind blowing, let alone blowing these mists.

The mist seemed to be spiritual, and wandered around the river for a while, as if there was no way to take the guys who were potentially trapped in the water. Then he floated towards them.

These mists look ethereal and seem to be no different from the common mountain mist in the mountains. They just have a strange pink color.

Moreover, the pink color does not give people a pleasing feeling. Instead, it looks particularly dirty and makes you feel disgusting when you look at it for a few more times. Moreover, the fog seems to be very heavy, but it just floats against the ground, which is only two or three meters high at most.

"Go up the tree, go up the tree. Climb up the tree!" Imanadalotu commanded: "Everyone who can climb up the tree should climb up quickly. The others drove the flock to gather by my side!"

Suddenly, the warriors were still strong and all ran to the trees near the hillside. It seemed that they had no confidence in the night god Imanadalottu.

Only those old and weak, who cannot climb trees, can only drive the flock of sheep to follow Imanadalotu and form a big circle.

Imanadalottu emitted a shadow, which enveloped them all.

This shadow is much thinner than when Master Wen first saw it. It is no longer like the night, but more like the shadow under the sun.

However, this shadow seemed to be very effective, and the mist in the envelope could not float in at all, forming a strange confrontation.

This made the tribesmen of Imanadalotu cheer and restored a lot of confidence in the Night God.

However, Imanadalotu was gritting his teeth and struggling. He had already been injured but had not healed. Even if his injuries were healed, he could not spread the shadow for too long.

The tribe of Imanadalotus is quite large. There are thousands of people, and the flock of sheep they are driving has hundreds of thousands.

This number is even a little small and not much. On average, one person has less than a hundred sheep.

However, the various consumption along the way was almost half reduced. Many of them were killed and dried into dried meat.

Even so, they occupy a huge range. Even now, the sheep are densely packed and the area of ​​several football fields is spread out.

This has far exceeded the limit of Imanadalotu, and even in its prime, it can't bear it. Not to mention now.

I could only shrink the shadow back little by little, so many flocks and alpacas were exposed. When I touched this mist, I screamed in pain, and in just a few short sounds, I just closed down on the ground. There was even black blood flowing out from my nostrils.

This scene made everyone's scalp numb, while the flock of sheep in the shadow was restless. People were wise and knew that it was safe to hide in this shadow.

However, these flocks faced these threats and immediately became panicked and even ran out of the shadow in panic. Before they could run out a few steps, they fell to the ground.

This made the flock more restless and more flocks ran outward.

Imanadalottu screamed, and the shadow suddenly expanded out, forcing the mist out.

However, before the cheers of the people from the Dark Tribe stopped, they saw blood spilling out between Imanadalotu's mouth and nose.

The shadow that had just expanded contracted again, and this time it had almost shrunk halfway, and hundreds of thousands of flocks were exposed.

The area of ​​the mist is actually not very large, at most it is only a dozen square meters, but only five or six groups. Together, it cannot cover the entire flock of sheep.

However, as long as the sheep were covered, they would immediately scream and die. More sheep ran out and ran all over the mountains.

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

"chiluo" her chest and thighs, and only had a circle around her waist or animal skin and leaves.

After watching these warriors rush out, they desperately snatched the flock of sheep. The warriors who climbed into the trees couldn't stand it anymore, and they were snatching their property.

However, before they could take action, a group of slow and stiff things, covered with white hair, slowly walked over and surrounded them.

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

However, after they found that those things encountered the shadow of Imanadalotu, they fell to the ground quickly.

Then things began to turn, surrounding the warriors hiding in the big trees.

"These are dead people, these are dead people!" Some warriors screamed in horror.

These guys cannot climb trees, and their bodies are extremely stiff. However, at such a close distance, the warriors on the trees can easily see these bodies covered with corpse spots and white hairs, and even their eyes are covered with turbid colors like dead fish.

These warriors may not be afraid of those living enemies, but they are extremely afraid of these dead people who can run and move. They want to move further away from them, and they can't help but climb up the higher branches.

However, the higher the branches are, the thinner the branches are, and there are unlucky guys. With a click, the branches break and fall from the tree. They are immediately surrounded by these zombies.

He screamed, "Don't come over, don't come over." He wanted to climb up the tree, but was dragged down by the zombies and bit them one by one.

One scream after another came out, and all the warriors on the tree looked dissatisfied.

Soon, the unlucky warrior was almost gnawed into a skeleton. Then the zombies who saw blood targeted the warriors hiding in the trees, and then began to push the big tree together...

There were screams everywhere. Imanadarotu's expression finally changed, and the shadow was taken back. He almost knelt on the ground, almost losing his strength!
Chapter completed!