Su Ming held onto the long spear and walked at the front of the crowd. Behind him were the tribe members who were not protected by the statue of the God of Berserkers. There were … no elderly among them.
There was still more than half of the road ahead of them, but Su Ming's footsteps were becoming steadier. There was too much blood from Dark Mountain Tribe left in the forest along with the souls of the deceased.
Now, besides Su Ming, Lei Chen, and Shan Hen were the only Berserkers who could continue fighting. As for the tribe leader and Nan Song, they continued on their way with the help of their tribe members. They were anxious and wanted to recover as quickly as possible.
As for Bei Ling, he had completely lost the right to continue fighting. He had lost an arm and a large amount of blood flowed out of his wound. If it were not for Chen Xin, he would have fallen a long time ago.
Shan Hen was also covered in blood at that moment. In silence, he walked at the back of the tribe with a dazed look on his face. There was a complicated look on his face, along with an indescribable emotion. Every single time that emotion appeared, he would press his hand against his chest.
It was as if there was a force that could support him and allow him to continue moving forward.
Mo Sang and Black Mountain Tribe Bi Tu's battle in the sky turned into booming sounds that did not disappear even after a long time had passed. Even when the sky was bright, the battle continued. It was as if the two of them would not stop until one of them died.
The ravine on the ground, the screen of light that rose into the sky, and the Berserker Art that Nan Song sacrificed his life to fight, all of these things bought a lot of time for the tribe to migrate.
When the sky brightened, all the members of Dark Mountain Tribe were exhausted. They had been walking for two consecutive nights. They did not seem to be able to last much longer in the cold, but they still gritted their teeth and used their fastest speed to migrate.
The sky was already bright. Sunlight shone on the ground and fell on the tribe members in the forest. It was slightly warm, but the cold from the snow on the ground was bone-chilling.
"With our speed, we should be able to reach Wind Stream Tribe by this time tomorrow!" Lei Chen said softly beside Su Ming.
"There's only one day left!" Lei Chen clenched his fists.
Su Ming was silent for a moment. As he walked, he spoke hoarsely, "It's not one day, it's half a day!"
When he heard that Su Ming was no longer silent, Lei Chen let out a sigh of relief. He was very worried about Su Ming's silence.
"We should be able to enter Wind Stream Tribe's territory tonight. Once we leave the forest, we'll be much safer," Su Ming said calmly.
'I hope we'll be safe today …' Lei Chen turned around and looked at his tribe members. When he saw their tired faces, he sighed in his heart. He then looked at Su Ming, who was standing before him. His frail back made him feel as if he was standing on a mountain.
Time slowly passed. Two hours later, a weak voice rang out from the crowd. That voice was filled with determination as it floated in the air.
"Su Ming, let me stay."
The person who spoke was the heavily injured Liu Di who had been playing the xun. He had been taken away by his fellow clan members, but now he was unable to continue. He didn't want to be a burden to his clan members.
Liu Di struggled to stand up and looked at Su Ming, who had stopped and was looking at him. A smile appeared on his face and he walked towards a big tree by the side. He leaned against it and sat down, but it affected the wounds on his body and blood flowed out once again.
"All of you … go …" Liu Di took out the bone xun and placed it by his mouth as if he wanted to play a song. Yet he did not have the strength to do so. He looked at the sky and waited for death to come.
Su Ming was silent. He closed his eyes as well, but he opened them very soon. He did not speak. He only looked at Liu Di deeply before he turned around and led his tribe members forward.
Along the way, a few other tribe members smiled and stayed behind. They did not want to be a burden to their tribe. Bei Ling also wanted to do the same, but as Chen Xin cried and forced herself to carry him, he could not say anything.
The Head of the Guards also woke up on the way. He may have lost his legs, but he still had the strength to fight. He was carried by one of his tribe members. He did not stay behind. Instead, he prepared to explode his blood veins at the eighth level of the Blood Solidification Realm so that his enemies would be able to catch up to them.
Su Ming remained silent. He did not stop any of his tribe members who wanted to stay behind, but his fists tightened. He knew that the elder had given Dark Mountain Tribe to him so that he could bring them to safety. He had to complete his task.
When dusk arrived, Su Ming's heart finally relaxed. They walked out of the forest and arrived at the vast plains that belonged to Wind Stream Tribe. This place was much safer than the forest. After all, this was Wind Stream Tribe's territory. If Berserkers from Black Mountain Tribe trespassed without orders, Wind Stream would definitely not allow them to do so.
Once all the members of Dark Mountain Tribe entered the plains, the tribe leader and Nan Song also recovered some of their power. It was as if the disaster was about to pass.
Yet at that moment, the entire ground suddenly trembled. The center of the tremor should have come from somewhere far away. Yet the strength of the tremor could still be felt clearly by the people who were there.
"The Elder's seal has been broken …" Nan Song closed his eyes and opened them after a moment. He spoke slowly.
As his words traveled out, the people from Dark Mountain Tribe became nervous once again.
"With Black Mountain Tribe's speed, they'll need some time to catch up to us … but they'll definitely catch up to us before we reach Wind Stream Tribe.
If we bet that Black Mountain Tribe won't dare to step into Wind Stream Plains, then we can ignore them … "Nan Song said softly.
"We can't afford to bet on them." Su Ming stopped and looked at the dark forest behind him. He turned his head around and looked at the tribe leader who had recovered some of his power. He looked at his skinny face that looked as if he had lost a lot of flesh.
"Tribe leader, there were a lot of people who stayed behind. I didn't stop them. That was their choice … Now, it's my turn to stay." As Su Ming spoke, he walked towards the back of the crowd.
The tribe leader of Dark Mountain Tribe, the man in his forties, looked at Su Ming. This La Su, whom he had not paid much attention to in the past, had shocked him greatly. He sighed and nodded his head.
"I'll stay as well." Lei Chen did not hesitate. He walked out and stood beside Su Ming.
Su Ming looked at him, and Lei Chen looked back at Su Ming with a silly grin.
"You said it before. I can't die first. If we die, we should die together."
"I'll stay as well." Nan Song took a deep breath. There were even more wrinkles on his old face. His face was gray, but there was a faint hint of a sickly red on it.
"Me too!" The Head of the Guards, who had lost his legs, spoke in a low voice.
"I'll stay as well!" Bei Ling turned his head around and did not look at Chen Xin's tears. He looked at Su Ming and said firmly.
"Head of the Guards, you can't stay. We still need you to help the tribe leader protect the tribe … Once you reach Wind Stream Tribe safely, you still have to teach the La Sus how to use the bow …" The one who spoke was Shan Hen.
This man of few words walked out from the crowd. He was usually a man of few words, but when he spoke, his tone was firm and unquestionable.
"As for you, Bei Ling …" Shan Hen walked to Bei Ling's side and a complicated look appeared on his face once again.
"Uncle Shan Hen, I …" Bei Ling was just about to speak when he saw Shan Hen raise his right hand and swing it at Bei Ling's neck. Bei Ling's words were immediately cut off and he fell unconscious.
"You're the future hope of the tribe. You can't go … I'll stay." Shan Hen spoke calmly and walked towards Nan Song. He stood there and looked at the familiar faces in the tribe. After a long while, he lowered his head.
The tribe leader of Dark Mountain Tribe fell silent. He walked forward and took out a beast bone the size of a baby's fist from his bosom. The beast bone was white and looked normal. He handed the bone to Su Ming.
"Take it. This is a pair of bones. It has a strange effect. When it turns red, it means that we've reached Wind Stream and we're safe."
Su Ming took it quietly and placed it in his bosom.
The tribe leader of Dark Mountain Tribe looked at the people who stayed behind and sighed softly. He turned around and led the tribe members towards Wind Stream with determination. The normal members of Dark Mountain Tribe did not lose too many people, but the things they saw on the way made all the tribe members turn their heads back to look at the four people standing there. They could not stop their tears from falling.
No one knew who was the first to wave, but soon, all the tribe members waved goodbye to Su Ming and the other three with tears in their eyes. They knew that these four people might not be able to survive. Just like the tribe members who had sacrificed themselves, they were prepared to use their lives to build the final barrier of flesh and blood to protect their tribe members.
"Brother Su Ming." A young and tender voice rang out from the crowd. It was the little girl called Tong Tong. She ran out. Su Ming took a few steps forward and crouched down to stroke the girl's slightly dry hair.
"Brother Su Ming, once everything is over and the elder is back, can you help Tong Tong find Pipi?"
A smile appeared on Su Ming's face. He kissed the girl's forehead and nodded.
A sweet smile bloomed on the girl's face. She looked at Su Ming and suddenly whispered into his ears.
"Brother Su Ming, I have a secret. Even my parents don't know about it. Even Pipi doesn't know about it. You have to come back. Once you do, I'll tell you about it." As the girl spoke, she bit her lip and forced back her tears. Then, she turned around and ran into the crowd.
Su Ming watched as she ran into the crowd and waved at him. Once she gradually left with her tribe members, the smile on his face slowly disappeared.
Everything was silent. The moon in the sky slowly grew clearer. That night, it was a full moon … The full moon hung high in the sky, and when it fused with the silence of the land, it seemed to be filled with a desolate killing intent.
The moonlight was also much brighter than before. It shone on the plains and cast the shadows of the four people on them. They were lonely, but determined.
Su Ming sat down cross-legged. By his side was Lei Chen, and before them was Nan Song, who had his eyes closed. As for Shan Hen, he was not too far away. He sat alone and looked at the sky. No one knew what he was thinking about.
"Lei Chen, sit behind me. Your power isn't enough. You won't be able to fight fiercely. Let me borrow your Qi to ensure your safety," Nan Song said slowly.
Lei Chen did not hesitate. He immediately got up and went to Nan Song's side. He sat down cross-legged behind him. Nan Song cast some unknown method, but a blood-red light appeared on both of their bodies and enveloped them within.
After that, no one spoke. They were waiting for the pursuers from Black Mountain Tribe to arrive. Su Ming sat quietly. He grabbed the snow on the ground with his left hand and washed his uninjured left palm. Once his left hand was clean, he brought out a small bottle from his bosom and poured out a blood-red medicinal pill. He held it in his left hand and closed his eyes.
Time passed by slowly. Four hours later, when the moon in the sky was at its brightest, Su Ming felt as if his blood was about to boil.
"They're here!" Nan Song said.
Su Ming opened his eyes.
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