They were afraid of death, so afraid that they felt as if their hearts were about to shatter. That was why they did not dare to stand at the back of the tribe. They had wanted to stand in the middle, but the people in the middle were all La Sus children who had lost their families. Because of that, they could only stick close to the tribe leader and stand in front of the tribe, because they believed that it was safe there. They believed that the tribe leader was there to protect them.
Yet now, they saw that the tribe leader was in danger. However, as long as they did not walk out of the light of the statue, they would not be harmed for the time being …
In that moment of danger, there was one among the dozen or so young men who stood at the front. His face was pale and his body trembled. It was as if his frail body was about to be blasted apart by fear, but for the first time ever, madness appeared in his eyes, and they were bloodshot.
"I've been muddle-headed for the past half of my life, eating and waiting for death. I haven't contributed a single bit to the tribe, and I've even wasted so much food. I know that many of the tribe members look down on me, and I know that even those La Sus think that I'm trash …
"I'm indeed trash. I don't have a Berserker Body, I'm lazy, I don't have a strong body, I'm useless … The only thing I have is the glory that my father exchanged his life for when he hunted wild beasts for the tribe …
"Today, I'll tell all the tribe members that even though I'm trash, I'm still a member of the tribe!" With bloodshot eyes, the young man roared and charged towards the tribe leader. He wanted to use his flesh and blood to build a wall of life for the tribe leader!
With a bang, the young man's body intersected with the tribe leader as he retreated and stood in front of the tribe leader. Yet in an instant, his body was pierced by a sharp arrow that came whistling towards him. His entire body exploded, and he died on the spot.
"Father … your La Sus is not trash …" Before the young man died, he laughed brokenly.
Almost the instant the young man charged out of the wall of death, his companions, the dozen or so young men, roared and rushed out madly. They wanted to use their lives to repay the tribe for raising them. They wanted to use their lives to once again welcome the glory that had been tainted by dust.
"We're trash, but we're still members of the tribe!" The dozen or so young men roared and rushed out. With their frail bodies and their blood, they built a wall of flesh and blood for their tribe leader and their tribe members. The two men from Black Mountain Tribe did not expect that the normal members of Dark Mountain Tribe would be able to rush out at that moment. Yet their eyes were filled with disdain and disdain. To them, the normal members of the tribe were so frail that they could not even withstand a single blow.
Amidst the booms, the dozen or so people were all badly mangled and torn to pieces. However, they still used their lives and their willpower to block even if they had to die. Some of them even used their bodies to cling onto the head of the guards from Black Mountain. Even though their bodies had been shattered, they gritted their teeth and held on tightly.
Devastation. The degree of devastation in this battle had reached its peak. The willpower of the dozen or so young men had shaken the two men from Black Mountain Tribe. They did not expect that the normal members of Dark Mountain Tribe would have such madness and persistence that they managed to delay their pursuit for around two breaths.
Two breaths was a short amount of time. The price was the lives of the young men, but those two breaths allowed the tribe leader of Dark Mountain Tribe to escape from a life and death crisis. In his sorrow, the tribe leader returned to the light of the statue of the God of Berserkers. He felt as if his heart was being cut by a knife, but he knew that he could not die. It was not for himself, but for the tribe.
He looked at the corpses that covered the ground before him. He looked at the group of people who had once made him feel helpless and even disgusted. He looked at the bloody mess on those familiar faces, and the tribe leader of Dark Mountain Tribe, a man in his forties who was built like an iron tower, cried.
Behind him, more of his tribe members cried. The dozen or so young men had used their lives to tell everyone that they might be useless trash, but they were still members of the tribe. They could die for the tribe!
Su Ming bit his lip and exchanged blows with the man before him again and again. The 243 blood veins in his body had already gathered together into one. As he continued growling, he began fighting against the man.
His forte was speed, while the burly man's forte was strength, similar to Ye Wang's. This battle was extremely eye-catching, even in this battlefield. Lei Chen saw it, Wu La saw it, and many other clansmen saw it.
The little girl in the crowd looked at Su Ming with tears in her eyes. She was afraid.
At that moment, a shocking rumble came from afar. The black fog formed by the Fallen Berserker Art of Black Mountain Tribe's Elder, Bi Tu, who was fighting against the elder, crumbled abruptly and turned into black mist that tumbled outwards. The elder brought with him an indescribable presence as he walked towards the tribe in the span of a breath.
The elder was back!
His speed was so quick that he seemed to have taken three steps in the air. The moment his first step landed, the elder was already standing beside Su Ming. The man in the sackcloth from Black Mountain Tribe was still in shock when the elder pointed at the center of his brows. The man trembled and coughed out blood as he retreated. A deep, bloody hole appeared at the center of his brows. His eyes dimmed and he fell to the ground. He died just like that.
The elder did not stop. He took his second step. With that step, he appeared right in front of the crowd, right beside the man in black robes who was fighting against Nan Song. He swung his right hand with a ghastly expression, and the man's body immediately trembled violently before he crumbled.
A presence that shook the sky and earth spread out from the elder's body. With every step he took, he would kill another person. His presence made all the people from Black Mountain Tribe around him fearful and they all retreated.
Excitement appeared in Su Ming's eyes. He was not the only one. All the people from Dark Mountain Tribe started roaring in excitement. The elder took his third step. That third step was towards the giant wooden fence blocking their way. With one step, the fence let out a loud bang and shattered into pieces. Just as it was about to scatter, the elder waved his arm, and the pieces shot past the people from Dark Mountain Tribe like arrows towards the retreating Berserkers from Black Mountain Tribe.
At that moment, screams of pain reverberated through the air.
The moment he took his third step, a sickly red flush appeared on the elder's face, but it quickly disappeared. He turned his head around and spoke calmly.
"Don't stop! Go!"
As he spoke, many of the people from Black Mountain Tribe died, and none of them dared to stop him. Under the tribe leader's lead, the people from Dark Mountain Tribe quickly moved forward. Liu Di, who was leaning against the tree and on the brink of death, was also helped up and carried away.
Very soon, silence returned to the battlefield. The only things that remained were the corpses and the stench of blood all over the ground.
Su Ming was in the crowd, covered in blood. He walked quickly and quietly. The little girl beside him, who was being carried by a tribe member, was no longer crying. There was determination in her innocent eyes.
She was still young. She did not understand many things, but on that night, she seemed to have grown up.
Moonlight shone on the ground, as if it was illuminating the path ahead for the people from Dark Mountain Tribe who had lost their homes. They were no longer lost and no longer helpless.
"Tribe leader, Elder … us old men should stay behind. Don't let our tribe members take care of us and affect the speed of our migration …"
As they moved, an old and coughing voice suddenly came from the crowd. It was a normal old man from the tribe. He was already very old and could no longer keep up with the tribe. In his mind, instead of letting other people support him and affect the tribe's speed, it was better for him to stay behind.
"Let the young people go. I'll stay as well … Honestly, we should have chosen to stay back in the tribe … Ah …" Another old man stopped moving.
Soon, almost all of the elders of the tribe walked out from the crowd after a moment of silence. There were about forty of them, and they stubbornly chose to stay. Their remaining lives could not be of any help to the tribe, but they could not allow themselves to be a hindrance to the tribe's progress.
"You …" The tribe leader of Dark Mountain Tribe was momentarily stunned. He closed his eyes, but he soon opened them and bowed deeply towards the old men in the tribe.
"Let's go … We're tired …" The old men smiled and waved at the tribe members. Their family members cried in the crowd, but they could not stop them. Some of the strong tribe members also chose to stay behind, but they were not allowed to do so.
"Elder, is there a way for us old people to use that explode our flesh and blood to hurt people like those lads? Tell us." One of the old people walked out from among the group of old people and looked at the elder with a smile on his face.
The elder was silent for a moment before he walked forward and placed an item in the old man's hand. He sighed softly and patted the old man's shoulder. He knew that this was not the time to be weak. More of the tribe members needed to move quickly. He turned around abruptly.
"The rest of the tribe, continue moving!"
As they cried silently and turned their heads back, the old men watched their tribe members leave into the distance. Kind smiles appeared on their faces, and they sat down while panting heavily. They talked about the past when they were young, and under the moonlight, they seemed to be talking about their past glory.
Due to the absence of the old men, the speed at which the crowd moved became much faster …
After a long while, when the sky brightened up, Dark Mountain Tribe, which was getting further and further behind the people of Dark Mountain Tribe, turned into ruins under the faint moonlight.
It was as if there was not a single hint of life in the place. As time passed, it would turn into a wreckage. Gradually, some plants would grow, and slowly, this place would turn back into a part of the forest, causing all the beautiful memories that existed to be difficult to find.
At that moment, wind blew past them, and it sounded like the moaning of a xun. It swept up the snow on the ground and swept it across the land. It also swept up a lot of the miscellaneous items that the tribe members had left behind before they left. As they moved on the ground, they let out rustling sounds and gave off a desolate air.
Among the miscellaneous items were La Sus' toys, beast skins that the tribe members did not manage to take away in time, extinguished fires, some scattered medicinal herbs, and many pots, bowls, and broken beast skin tents.
Besides the sound of the wind, the ruins of the tribe were silent. However, one of the collapsed beast skin tents moved at that moment, and a round furry little beast poked its head out of the tent. That little beast was very cute. Its fur was originally white, but at that moment, it was gray. Fear appeared in its eyes, and it quickly ran out of the tent, shivering in the wind and snow.
Whines came from its mouth, as if it was calling out to its master. Its name was Pipi, and it was the little girl's pet.
However, its owner couldn't hear it … It stayed alone in the ruins of the tribe, but it didn't want to go too far away from the collapsed tent, because that was its home.
As it hissed, the little beast slowly retreated as if it couldn't withstand the cold and was about to return to its tent. However, just at this moment, footsteps came from outside and more than ten people walked in from the broken gate of the tribe.
The person in the lead was a strong man, but he had a ghastly expression on his face. If Su Ming was there, he would be able to recognize that person. It was the tribe leader of Black Mountain Tribe.
Behind him was a similarly ghastly teenager. The teenager licked his lips and looked around with a cruel smile on his face. He was Bi Su!
"They sure are fast! Go after them. The elder should be here soon. This time, besides the women in Dark Mountain Tribe, don't leave a single one alive! "the tribe leader of Black Mountain Tribe said slowly and walked out of the ruins.
Bi Su averted his gaze from his surroundings and was just about to follow the tribe leader when a glint suddenly appeared in his eyes. He saw the trembling little beast that did not dare move. His lips curled into a smile and he waved his right hand at the little beast.
Immediately, the little beast shuddered and fell down with a dull look in its eyes. A green aura seeped out from its carcass. Bi Su grabbed it in his hands and placed it at the center of his brows. After a moment, cruelty appeared in his eyes.
"Your name is Pipi, huh … You miss your master a lot. I'll send her to reunite with you."
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