Lin Yun frowned as he pondered. There was definitely a big secret here, but he couldn't figure out what it was.
The Grand Shaman disappeared without a trace, completely ignoring Lin Yun who was still in the graveyard.
Lin Yun looked at the place where the Grand Shaman disappeared and understood the Grand Shaman's feelings. There were no corpses in the graveyard. This secret was probably hidden by the Grand Shaman himself. The Beastmen in the tribe didn't know about this, and perhaps even the Great Sheikh didn't know about it.
After quietly leaving the graveyard and returning to the tribe, Lin Yun immediately gathered everyone. The current situation couldn't be solved by one or two people.
"… That's what happened. The corpses of the Beastmen disappeared. If I'm not mistaken, those corpses should have become new Undead.
According to what the Grand Shaman said, anyone who dies on this land will become Undead … "
Lin Yun told everyone about what happened in the graveyard. After everyone heard it, they all sank into deep thought.
Morgan's expression was very unsightly.
"This is great. There are a few hundred more Undead that are at least level 35, and they are even stronger …"
Didala looked around with a calm expression.
"We are now trapped here. Those Undead are tirelessly patrolling the prairie. Although they won't approach the tribe, we can't go out either. If we are surrounded by the Undead army, no one will be able to leave alive."
Someone at the side immediately added.
"Moreover, the appearance of those Undead is too strange. They can drill out of the ground at any time. Who knows where they are? Maybe they will surround us, and no one will be able to escape. We can only become Undead together with them!"
The group's expressions were not very good. Suddenly, Lin Yun said something with a calm expression.
"This place is very abnormal. There must be some special power affecting it. Beastmen can't become Undead. If we want to leave this place, we have to break the Undead Curse."
Upon hearing Lin Yun's words, Dyrrhus's gloomy face became even more gloomy. The corners of his mouth curled into a mocking sneer as he looked at Lin Yun.
"Hmpf, I don't know how long these Beastmen have been here. You also said that they have lived here for over a thousand years, yet they still haven't solved the problem of the Undead Curse. Can you solve it?
I don't believe there's any Necromancy Curse here. There must be some other way to kill our way out. "
Lin Yun glanced at Dyrrhus expressionlessly and directly ignored Dyrrhus.
Dyrrhus's expression became extremely ugly, and he suddenly stood up.
"If you want to wait for death here, go ahead. I'll leave this damned place right now …"
As Dyrrhus left angrily, someone wanted to persuade him, but Didala suddenly stopped them. He looked at the backs of Dyrrhus and the two mages of the Shadow Tower as they left and pointed at the prairie outside.
"Since he wants to try, let him try. The sky is already bright, and the Undead outside have already disappeared."
Everyone stood by the window of the tower and calmly waited as Dyrrhus led the two mages of the Shadow Tower away from the tribe.
Soon, the three mages of the Shadow Tower turned into three black dots and disappeared from the prairie. After an hour, the people who had been monitoring the prairie suddenly cried out in alarm.
"They're back! The Undead are chasing them!"
Everyone stood by the window and used Eagle Sight to look. Sure enough, they saw a large group of Undead rushing towards the tribe in the distance. In front of the Undead army, the three mages of the Shadow Tower were battered and exhausted as they fled back to the tribe.
But when they were about to reach the tribe's warning line, the madly running Undead army suddenly stopped, and all the Undead turned around and retreated.
After a few minutes, all the Undead retreated like a tide, and the earth regained its calm. Even the Undead fragments on the grassland seemed to have been devoured by the earth and disappeared.
The grass that had been decayed by the aura of death on the ground began to grow rapidly, and after a while, all traces of the Undead disappeared.
The three mages of the Shadow Tower returned to the tribe, their faces still full of fear. They didn't say anything about rushing out.
Lin Yun also wasn't in the mood to watch Dyrrhus make a fool of himself. He frowned as he looked out the window, puzzled.
At night, a large group of Undead patrolling the grassland would detour when they approached the tribe, as if they had encountered an invisible wall.
At first, Lin Yun thought that this Beastman Tribe had some kind of Magic Tool to block the Undead, but it was daytime, and these Undead were chasing the mages of the Shadow Tower. When they approached the tribe's warning line, the Undead suddenly gave up on the chase and inexplicably retreated.
Most importantly, Lin Yun discovered that the distance the Undead had retreated was different from the distance they had retreated at night!
At night, the Undead would get closer to the tribe, but during the day, they would retreat far away. Whether it was day or night, those Undead were outside the Beastman Tribe's warning line. In other words, as long as these Undead didn't approach, the Beastmen of the tribe wouldn't be able to discover them!
Beastmen had formidable physiques, and there were even many Beastman Warlocks with formidable casting abilities, but their casting abilities came from their bloodline.
Human mages could easily grasp support spells like Eagle Sight, but the Beastmen couldn't. They had to rely on their Wyverns for vigilance.
But there were very few Wyverns in this tribe, and they simply weren't extravagant enough to use Wyverns to guard the tribe at all times.
Lin Yun even had a very strange conjecture. These Undead seemed to have a very good understanding of this tribe. Why did they seem unwilling to approach the tribe?
'Could it be that this tribe has some kind of Magic Tool to block the Undead?'
As he recalled the Grand Shaman's words, Lin Yun became even more doubtful. He was certain that the Grand Shaman definitely knew a lot of things and was definitely hiding something.
These Undead were definitely related to a big secret, but he still couldn't figure it out.
As Lin Yun was racking his brains, the member of the Odin royalty suddenly spoke.
"In the most ancient history of the Raging Flame Plane, the greatest king was the Raging Flame Emperor. But the greatest tribe was actually the Blood Fang. They ruled the entire Raging Flame Plane in those ancient times and were the kings of the entire Raging Flame Plane. They were very powerful.
"But after a great disaster, the tribe was destroyed, and only a small part of their clansmen survived. Their descendants lived in the Black Burn Scar, and the last Beastmen guarding the Black Burn Scar were the descendants of the Blood Fang.
"Unfortunately, their last descendants were also devoured by the anger of the Greater Demon Overlord, and the Blood Fang thoroughly went extinct."
After he finished speaking, everyone was stunned.
'Blood Fang …'
At this time, everyone suddenly recalled that the magic patterns on the bodies of this tribe's Beastmen all looked like blood-colored fangs.
No one had thought of this before, because there were too many Beastman races. Moreover, the Blood Fang Tribe had already gone extinct ten thousand years ago, so they couldn't think of anything else.
Morgan let out an alarmed exclamation.
"Could it be that this tribe is the Blood Fang? Impossible, right? "
"Right, the last of the Blood Fang's clansmen were thoroughly destroyed in the Black Burn Scar ten thousand years ago. What's going on with this Blood Fang?"
The group looked at each other in dismay. No one understood what was going on.
The Blood Fang was the most ancient history of the Raging Flame Plane. In that era, the Raging Flame Plane had two most powerful tribes. Apart from the Blood Fang, there was also the Kintop tribe.
These two tribes endlessly fought for the control of the Raging Flame Plane. That was the most ancient era of the Raging Flame Plane, and it was also the most powerful era of the Raging Flame Plane.
The overall strength of the Raging Flame Plane was even stronger than when the Raging Flame Emperor controlled it. It was at least ten times stronger than the current Raging Flame Plane.
The current Eight Tribes of the Raging Flame Plane were either unremarkable small tribes that the Blood Fang or the Kintop tribe could exterminate with a flick of their fingers, or they were foreign Beastmen like the Grey Beastmen.
The Blood Fang and the Kintop tribe had already gone extinct, and the last descendants of the Blood Fang had thoroughly gone extinct ten thousand years ago.
If the Blood Fang and the Kintop tribe had still been in control of the Raging Flame Plane, humans simply wouldn't have been able to conquer the Raging Flame Plane.
The cost and time needed to conquer the Raging Flame Plane would have been at least a few dozen times more than it was now.
This part of the Raging Flame Plane's history could be considered lost in the river of time. Now that it was dug up, everyone was shocked, but even more horrified.
At this time, everyone knew why this tribe had three Heaven Rank powerhouses and over a thousand Level 30 Beastmen powerhouses despite only having twenty thousand people.
The ratio of powerhouses to population was too exaggerated. It was a lot more powerful than the current rulers of the Raging Flame Plane, the Gold Beastmen.
But what was horrifying was that the Blood Fang had already gone extinct, so what was going on with this tribe? This tribe didn't look like they had just moved here, they had been living here for a long time.
Everyone couldn't understand, and they were all frowning as they racked their brains, trying to guess the truth from the clues they had obtained.
Suddenly, a roar echoed from outside the tower, and surging energy fluctuations raised gales. Everyone looked out the window and saw gales whistling in the sky as golden lights flickered.
War drums were being beaten, and the roars of the large group of Beastmen rose one after another. The howls of the Prairie Wolves also echoed.
Everyone walked to the window and looked outside the tribe. A group of Beastmen had appeared outside the tribe at some unknown time, and these Beastmen were also Cavalry.
There were three to four thousand of them, and most of them were Wolf Riders. There were also a few dozen Kodo Riders mixed in with them.
These Beastmen's Cavalrymen had already started fighting with the Blood Fang Tribe's Cavalrymen. The sounds of fighting kept echoing, and the radiance of Aura frequently flickered. The fierce aura seemed to transform into a crimson Blood Dragon soaring into the sky.
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