On the vast prairie, there were all kinds of evil beasts, among which the prairie wolves were the most terrible. That kind of social animals often lived in groups of tens of thousands. Under the leadership of the wolf king, they could almost sweep away all other creatures on the prairie. Even the prairie barbarians had to retreat when they encountered a large wolf pack.
Therefore, the prairie barbarians worshiped the wolf god.
For a long time, the barbarians and the wolf pack had many interactions, and the relationship was harmonious. The barbarians had the wolf army, and the barbarian warriors could communicate with the giant wolves spiritually. Thus, the Wolf Temple became the largest religion on the prairie. All the tribes on the prairie had to respect the Wolf Temple, because the Wolf Temple had a very high religious power, which was above the political power.
Of course, in addition to the Wolf Temple, there were other animal totems on the prairie.
Among them, the worship of the prairie tarantula was one of them.
That sect was called the Spider Temple.
The Spider Temple was very popular in the southwest of the prairie. It worshiped the prairie tarantula, a very terrible natural venomous hunter. It hid in the dark and did not kill creatures stronger than it. It was said that an adult tarantula was several meters high, a giant monster. The tarantula king had the wisdom of psychic, and could fight against a large wolf pack. Some nomadic tribes on the prairie who had not built their own fixed city were harmed by the tarantula. Over time, they worshiped the tarantula king and obeyed the tarantula king. Then, they obtained strange magic skills and power and established the Spider Temple.
On the prairie, the Spider Temple represented evil, death, shadow, and terror.
The experts in the Spider Temple sold their souls to the tarantula king to obtain the magic skills. They were born assassins. They did all kinds of evil, including assassinations, hiring killers, poisoning, kidnapping, and so on. They had no concept of good and evil.
Therefore, after hearing the three words "Wolf Temple", all the prairie warriors changed their faces.
And when they saw the skinny old man in a dark green robe coming out of the shadow, the Junior Chief of the Moon-shooting Tribe and the pasture Army Advisor were even more shocked.
"Green Spider, one of the four dark gods of the Spider Temple?" The pasture Army Advisor blurted out.
"Haha, junior, it's good that you know me." The skinny old man in a dark green robe gave a harsh laugh and said, "Now that you know me, you can die without regret."
"When did the Spider Shrine collude with the Qin people?" The Junior Chief of the Moon-shooting Tribe asked in a deep voice.
"It's just a cooperation. Someone wants to wipe out the Moon-shooting Tribe and made a deal with the Qin people. I took the money and came here to supervise. Tut-tut, of course, taking your head with my own hands is also a great contribution. You can only blame your own stupidity. For a woman, you really left the prairie and came to our territory. You deserve to die."
"Our Moon-shooting Tribe has 30,000 armored soldiers and 300,000 people. We have many experts. My father is the new generation of Jebe Master archer on the prairie. We have so many talents. Even if you kill me, the Moon-shooting Tribe will not be destroyed," the Junior Chief of the Moon-shooting Tribe said.
"Haha, if you and your personal guards all died in the Qin's territory, do you think that father of yours and those brothers of yours would go crazy? If the thirty thousand armored soldiers of the Moon-shooting Tribe launched a large-scale attack on the Qin people, how many of them would be able to return? What if someone takes advantage of the fact that the Moon-shooting Tribe is defenseless and launches a surprise attack? "
Elder Green Spider laughed sinisterly.
The face of the Junior Chief of the Moon-shooting Tribe instantly changed.
He knew the character of his father and brother. If he really died tonight, once someone fanned the flames and brought the news back, the Moon-shooting Tribe would really be in danger once the army rose.
"So, the Spider Shrine tried so hard to frame me and my sisters just to lure Brother Tie to the Qin's territory?" the pasture Goddess of Martial Arts suddenly said.
Elder Green Spider laughed and said, "On the prairie, everyone knows that the Junior Chief of the Moon-shooting Tribe is in love with the Virgin Goddess Qing Yan. Only when you are in trouble and caught can he sneak into the Qin's territory regardless of his father and brother's obstruction … Tonight, I'll let you be a pair of doomed lovers. Anyway, your head is also very valuable."
The pasture Goddess of Martial Arts glanced at Tie Muzhen, the Junior Chief of the Moon-shooting Tribe, and sighed.
Tie Muzhen, on the other hand, was full of heroism. He sneered and said, "If the four dark gods of the Spider Shrine were all here, perhaps we would really be defeated tonight. But only you, how dare you say such big words? You really look down on us. I am afraid that after tonight, there will be one less dark god in the Spider Shrine."
He twisted the handles of the two broadswords in his hands and combined them into a strange-shaped long bow. Then, he connected the two broadswords with a silk thread. The pasture warrior behind him immediately came to Tie Muzhen, inserted the one-meter-long iron quiver on his back into the ground, and held it steadily.
With the arrow on the string, Tie Muzhen was about to perform the marvelous archery.
But the elder Green Spider laughed.
"Who said I'm alone? Assassins never do things that they are not sure of. Haha, although I'm confident, I don't want to face the two most outstanding Heavenly Sons on the prairie alone … "
Before his voice died away —
A white light broke through the air and fell on the ground, turning into the figure of the zombie-like old man with a hawk nose.
That old monster had returned after leaving.
"Who is it? Who killed my junior fellow apprentice? " He seemed to be crazy. His body was overflowing with murderous intent, and his eyes were blood-red, like two blood vortexes. He stared at the pasture Goddess of Martial Arts and said, "Tell me, who did it?" Obviously, he did not find the murderer who killed his junior fellow apprentice.
Tie Muzhen, the Junior Chief of the Moon-shooting Tribe, and the pasture Army Counselor suddenly changed their expressions.
It was hard to deal with the elder Green Spider alone. Now, there was a zombie-like old monster … If they still had a chance to rush out before, then the possibility had been infinitely reduced to zero.
The entrance of Liufang Street was right in front of them, but they seemed to be unable to rush out.
The pasture Army Counselor saw that the morale of the people was low, and he knew it was not good. He hurriedly said, "Don't worry, we have a backup plan …" Outside the entrance of the street, there was a reinforcement team. He said to the crowd, "Tonight, as long as we can escape, we don't have to fight face to face." That was to boost the morale of the pasture soldiers.
As expected, hope was ignited in the hearts of the pasture soldiers.
But the pasture Army Counselor knew that tonight, most of them would die here.
The Junior Chief of the Moon-shooting Tribe and the Goddess of Martial Arts were the strongest. Under the cover of the crowd, as long as the two of them could escape, the disaster of the Moon-shooting Tribe could be avoided.
However —
"Backup plan? Just a dying struggle? I know you are still pinning your hopes on those so-called reinforcements. Haha, do you think they are still alive? "The elder Green Spider gave a cruel and insidious smile." Fine, I'll let you all give up. "
As soon as he said that, with a few thuds, dozens of heads were directly thrown out of the darkness.
Blood was flowing, and the heads were stained with mud. Their hair bun and faces were clearly recognizable. They were all the pasture warriors.
"Ah … Brother Tie Shi, and Ada …" The Junior Chief of the Moon-shooting Tribe looked at them, and his eyes widened in anger. He recognized that these dead people were the warriors who had been arranged outside Liufang Street to be responsible for the reinforcement according to the previous plan. But none of them was left. They were all killed.
Everything was in the enemy's plan.
"Crap!"
The pasture Army Counselor was shocked.
At the same time, a sense of helplessness rose in his heart.
In the territory of the Qin people, their power was too weak. Even if he was quick-witted, he couldn't cook without rice. At this point, he had already racked his brains but it was a pity that it was still not enough.
The eyes of the pasture Goddess of Martial Arts were burning with the fire of hatred.
As for the other pasture warriors and the female Wolf Warriors, after the initial grief, everyone's face was also burning with the flame of anger.
"Revenge!"
"Kill!"
Their weapons hit their breastplates, making a tragic sound.
Every pasture warrior, on the contrary, no longer panicked but calmed down. They hit their breastplates with their weapons, stamped their right feet, raised their left hands high, and sang some kind of obscure and distant music, which sounded like the howl of wolves or the moan of the wind blowing through the pasture. Their movements were rhythmic, and their voices were sad and passionate.
This was the battle song and dance of the Moon-shooting Tribe.
Every time they were in a desperate situation, the warriors of the Moon-shooting Tribe would sing this ancient battle song that had resounded through the pasture.
Tonight, it was just a desperate battle.
Seeing that, even the old man called Green Spider could not help but turn pale.
The 30,000 soldiers of the Moon-shooting Tribe could dominate the pasture and rank among the top ten pasture forces. It was because of their momentum and will that they were very formidable even among the pasture barbarians who were known for their madness.
The zombie-like freak, who was driven into a state of madness by the death of his junior fellow apprentice, became even more frenzied by the momentum. He bellowed, "You deserve to die, all of you … Tell me, who killed my junior fellow apprentice? It must be your accomplice, ah ah ah …" He burst into tears like a madman. Then, his body turned into a gust of wind and directly attacked.
The horrible blue freezing air swept over like a tide.
"Kill!"
The Junior Chief of the Moon-shooting Tribe drew his bow and shot an arrow.
But that did not stop the zombie-like freak who had gone berserk.
The battle started in an instant.
The old man called Green Spider grinned coldly and slowly sank into the darkness. As an assassin, he was good at taking lives with the help of the terrain, darkness, shadows, and chaos. The entire entrance of Liufang Street had been covered with the spider silk killing deployment. No one could escape.
"Ah …" A warrior of the Moon-shooting Tribe roared in horror. Then, his arm was silently broken, and then his body was split in two from the waist.
Soon, dozens of warriors of the Moon-shooting Tribe died in the battle.
Six or seven female Wolf Warriors were also killed.
"Tell me, who killed my junior fellow apprentice?" The zombie-like freak slapped two warriors of the Moon-shooting Tribe into pieces of ice and roared crazily.
The two experts in the Natural Realm broke into the battle formation like tigers trampling on a flock of sheep. No matter how valiant the pasture warriors were, the gap in strength could not be made up by courage and willpower. Only the Junior Chief of the Moon-shooting Tribe, the pasture Army Advisor, and the Goddess of Martial Arts, who were strong, could barely protect themselves but could not save others.
More than half of the pasture warriors were killed in an instant.
"Tell me, who did it? Who killed my junior fellow apprentice … Argh, you all deserve to die … Who did it? " The zombie-like freak was really mad. With a claw, he crushed the heart of a female Wolf Warrior and directly put it into his mouth to chew. Like a devil, he kept asking, "Who did it?"
"Holy crap, I'm late."
A voice suddenly rang out in the distance.
"You mean that bubble-eyed rice dumpling? He was blown to pieces by my punch. "That voice went on.
Under the moonlight, a slender figure flashed like a flash of lightning and landed on the top of a stone tower outside the battle formation, looking down.
The moonlight shone on his silver-like mask, which seemed to be flowing with watery light. It set off the half-smile, half-cry, half-grimace, half-laugh, half-cry, half-grimace, and half-laugh at all living beings. There was a kind of indescribable treachery in the mask.
The man with the silver smiley-ghost mask!
"It's him?" A hint of joy flashed in the eyes of the pasture Army Advisor.
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