Yet when the two Wild-tailed beasts lost their target, Sheyan suddenly leapt out from behind a large tree, as he pretended to flee in panic!
The remaining two Wild-tailed beasts immediately abandoned their wounded comrade, as they pursued madly without hesitation! When they moved, they gave off a sensation similar to a snake swimming in water. Their entire bodies were wriggling about, yet they carried a silent threat and nimbleness. Such formidable beasts traversed through the dense forest, yet not a single sound was heard.
However, after chasing for 50 metres, they halted their footsteps.
Because incomparably concentrated rustling noises echoed in from all directions. Those noises were concentrated and minute, like the spring rain falling, or the spring nibbling on the leaves. Instead, it was a boundless and boundless fusion, as it gushed in from all directions. Very quickly, specks of red specks appeared within the darkness, neatly arranged in a row. Casting a glance over, one could sense the calmness and ferocity of an army!
At this moment, Sheyan who was sprinting ahead halted his footsteps, as he turned around and stared coldly at the two ferocious beasts. Only, the two Wild-tailed beasts were no longer able to pursue him.
Because they had been completely surrounded by an astonishing number of zerglings. The encirclement was so dense that not even the slightest sound of wind could be heard.
To such formidable beasts, a single zergling was merely an existence at the bottom of the food chain. Yet when such fearless and incomparably savage creatures gathered in sufficient numbers, then they would become the nightmare of any creature!
Sheyan raised his chin slightly, as all the zerglings pounced forward!
5 minutes later, one of the Wild-tailed beasts had already been reduced to a pile of white bones. The other was still under the relentless assault of dozens of zerglings, as it howled incomparably mournfully. At this moment, the injured old Mourbo hurriedly rushed over. Upon witnessing the frenzied assault of the zerglings, the Wild-tailed beast was struggling at death's door. He stared intently at it for a moment, before his face exposed an expression of horror, astonishment, agony and surprise. Suddenly, he inquired in Na 'vi language.
"Yimtatata?"
After old Mourbo shouted out, the heavily wounded beast was suddenly stunned, as it allowed the zerglings to tear its body apart. Sheyan's eyes flickered, as he immediately ordered the zerglings to cease their encirclement. Anyway, this beast was already meat on the chopping board, it definitely wouldn't be able to escape from his palms.
Sheyan had always felt that there was something fishy about his sudden ambush. Under normal circumstances, creatures that sniffed out the scent of arachnids would maintain a respectful distance, because the scent of berserk and ruthless information wasn't something they could accept. Yet why did these 3 beasts dared to ambush him? There was a thick stench of conspiracy! If he could uncover the truth, at least he wouldn't repeat the same mistake.
When old Mourbo caught sight of a familiar face, though he was agitated, his thick and black-hearted heart wasn't the slightest bit careless. He definitely wouldn't joke around with his own little life.
Finally, one man and one beast continued for a long time, to the point where Sheyan was about to lose his patience. Instead, old Mourbo finally stood up, as he breathed in deeply. Using a solemn tone as though he was unafraid of death, he commanded.
"Go take a look!"
When he spat out the two words' go take a look ', his finger actually pointed towards a stunned clansman by the side … …..
The surrounding clansmen were completely speechless. Even Jinkuang had unknowingly leapt out, as he shook his head and screeched out the word 'shameless' through the gaps of his teeth.
Speaking of which, the na'vi clansmen didn't seem to have a crooked upper beam, a crooked lower beam. Instead, this designated Takji clansman was exceedingly courageous, and wholeheartedly willing. After hearing old Mourbo's command, he was stunned for less than a second, before he immediately nodded. First, he hugged his companion beside him, rubbing each other's cheeks. Following that, he pulled out his bone blade from his leather sheath, before cautiously approaching. As for that Wild-tailed Beast, it remained motionless, maintaining the appearance of being on the verge of death.
That Takji clansman turned around and cast a puzzled glance at old Mourbo. Immediately, old Mourbo stretched out his hand, and pulled his hair behind his head. Sheyan still didn't understand the meaning behind that action, but very quickly, he realized he had forgotten something. That was, the majority of creatures on planet Pandora possessed a 'USB slot', and that was their nerve bundles. Therefore, as long as they rubbed each other, they could directly communicate telepathically … ….
((??? No choice, the word * * * is the most appropriate … … .if comrade can't understand, I suggest you watch the original movie to understand. Heh heh)
Sheyan watched as that Takji clansman connected his' braid 'with the feelers of that Wildtail beast. In the end, that Takji clansman didn't show any reaction. Instead, his face gradually leaked out an incomparably horrified expression, as though there was an exceedingly frightening and irresistible remnant in front of him, and he repeatedly waved his hands to chase it away. Yet after a brief moment, his expression turned sluggish, and he shut his eyes.
When that Takji clansman finally opened his eyes, one could notice that his pupils had seemingly vanished. What remained was a deep, bottomless pitch-like darkness. His voice had turned gloomy and gloomy.
"After not seeing you for so many years, you're still as cowardly as ever, Mourbo."
Old Mourbo snorted and replied.
"Yimutata, if you're here to spout nonsense, then you can leave the body of my clansman."
Instead, Yimutata turned his head to glare at Sheyan. After gazing for a long while, he slowly uttered.
"I truly didn't expect such a puny outsider like you could actually force our Mosake clan to such a state!"
Sheyan insipidly replied.
"The greatest strength originates from intellect, and not fangs, razor-sharp teeth or muscles."
Yimutata lowered his eyes, and after a long while, he asked.
"What will it take for you to cease your footsteps of destruction and corruption?"
Sheyan calmly replied.
"Enough blood has been spilled. The majority of your clansmen captured by me haven't perished, and have joined the Takji clan. Once Cherokee dies, I'll leave. "
Yimutata laughed bitterly.
"That's impossible. No matter if it's Cherokee's prestige or might, he's absolutely not someone we can contend against!"
Sheyan curiously asked.
"Who asked you to contend against him? Cherokee's life is mine! Your legs are grown from your own body. Don't tell me you want to directly contend against him for the sake of escaping? "
Yimutata muttered to himself.
"You mean to say … … .you won't obstruct us from leaving?"
Sheyan nodded and replied.
"That's right! My clansmen were devoured alive by the Mosake clan, and all of that was due to the sins committed by Cherokee. Right now, the Mosake clan has already shed enough blood, and I don't wish for any more innocents to die. As long as it isn't Cherokee who escapes, I won't interfere. After killing him, returning to the Windstone Highland isn't an issue. "
Instead, Yimutata suspiciously questioned.
"How can I believe you?"
Sheyan chuckled, but his tone carried a hint of arrogance.
"Firstly, I have no reason to deceive you. Even with you guys, I can similarly slay Cherokee. Secondly, if you truly don't believe me, you can ask old Mourbo if I've ever lied before. The Takji clan obtaining the protection of the Toruk skull totem, and the recovery of old Mourbo's son's body. Which of these two major events wasn't orchestrated by me? "
"What?!!! You actually accomplished these two major events? " Upon hearing those words, Yimutata's countenance abruptly changed despite his apathetic demeanor. He couldn't help but turn towards old Mourbo. "Is what he said true? Do you dare to swear on the soul of your deceased wife? "
Old Mourbo glanced at Sheyan, as his gaze became rather complicated.
"I swear before the Na 'vi goddess Eywa, that is indeed the case. If not, the soul of my deceased wife would never find peace in the depths of the earth."
Yimutata nodded, as he spoke to Sheyan.
"I hope you're a man of your word."
Sheyan abruptly asked.
"Possessing a human or beast's body like this, what kind of price would you have to pay?"
Yimutata bluntly replied.
"Life. Every time I transform my body, 5 years of life!"
Then, he directly slumped to the ground, as he leaned his head against a tree trunk. Then, he gently hummed a song, as his tune strangely carried a trace of melancholy and peace. As his voice gradually faded away, his eyes shut; appearing exceedingly peaceful. After a brief moment, that Na 'vi suddenly sprung up from the ground, as he yelled out loudly.
"Tree of Souls in the water, Tree of Souls in the water."
As that young lad yelled out, his entire body trembled violently, as white foam seeped out from the corners of his mouth. After a brief moment, he finally regained his tranquility. Evidently, that brave young lad's soul had already returned to his body. Sheyan glanced at that Wild-tail beast, and realized it was already thoroughly dead.
As for that Wild-tail beast that was struck by Mcdh's spear, it should've merely suffered grievous injuries, and shouldn't have died. Instead, it was frozen in place, appearing extremely bizarre. Nevertheless, the flesh of such a wild beast seemed to suit the appetite of the arachnids. The zerglings couldn't bear to consume it, and directly found an Overlord to send back to their boss, Blackthorn. (To be continued. If you like this work, I welcome you to donate your recommendation votes or monthly votes to me. Your support, is my greatest motivation.)
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