"Go and bring the White Wolf back." Inside and outside the camp, the clamor of shouting and killing broke out again after a moment of silence, and became more and more intense. That moment of stagnation, of course, is due to the fall of the stars, if in normal times, Starfall is enough to make everyone stop what they are doing and rush to watch and admire. Only now is different, someone turns his head to watch the star fall, and the people around him will take the opportunity to gouge out his heart with machetes. Unless the star hits people directly, its fall is of no significance to those who have already killed crazy. But it means a lot to shamans.


    Hearing the order of Li Chou, the tall rock mound nodded and cast his eyes on the chaotic crowd in the camp. The reason why they didn''t rush to disturb the work of the three shamans was because they were sitting beside the fire and chanting words. After searching for a moment, his eyes stopped. Ensord''s figure was still more prominent in the crowd. The mound threw what he had in his hand into the fire, which made the rising flame even brighter. The fire can rise smoothly thanks to the help of the White Wolf and his subordinates before they fall into madness, and this help will also give them back.


    Shaman strides out of his brother''s protection area, and his eyes are watching people chop at each other. As a person who serves the spirit of the snake, his blood may be as cold as a snake. Snake, it can keep a close eye on its target. So no matter how chaotic the scene is, it can''t stop the rock mound from approaching his target. As for those who are between him and the White Wolf, that is not a problem at all.


    Different from his tall stature, the movement of Yanqiu''s hand is extremely dexterous, precise and fast. His big hand can always hold the blade or the arm holding the machete before it really swings. Then, the hapless will be forced to give up their weapons in the great force, or lose their fighting ability due to the pain of nearly crushing the arm bones. The mound doesn''t need a weapon. It''s a weapon.


    It''s a pity that not everyone has the ability to pass through the chaotic army like the shaman of the snake spirit. Ensord''s skill is only in the middle of the tribe. At this time, when he was sandwiched by three opponents, his attention was unable to take care of his whole body. It was only sooner or later that he was injured or killed. It is a pity that two of his three opponents were his own soldiers. This is not a strange thing. At this time, there was no division of forces inside and outside the camp. Everyone was fighting for himself, and all the people around were enemies. There was no identity or lineage. Only killing without distinction between the enemy and the enemy was the way to live.


    At this time, the white wolf was not as elegant as before. There were several tears in his clothes, blood wounds on his left leg and right back, and a serious injury on his back waist that almost exposed his internal organs. The wolf''s skin, which was draped over him, had been torn and crumbling like the man wearing it. The machete, cut from left to right, ensord held the knife in his right hand and the scabbard in his left hand. He opened it with one positive and one negative, but the third enemy had already circled behind him. He knew that the man was behind him, but he could not make any response. He could only accept the knife.


    The man behind the White Wolf obviously knew this. His face showed ecstasy, and the tip of the knife pushed horizontally against the gap between his ribs. He made a gesture to pierce the heart of the white wolf from the rear! The knife did pierce something, but not the heart, but a wide hand. The mound appeared in time behind ensoud, and the pain of his left hand being punctured showed no sign on his face. The tall shaman just plain right fist, will be shorter than his opponent. The sound of the sound of gold and iron sounds suddenly. It is the white wolf who gets rid of the attack in front of him. He does not hesitate. His body turns quickly, and the sharp blade in his hand stabs directly into the rock mound!


    This knife was originally aimed at the height of ordinary people''s neck, but because of the height, it only cut the skin on the back shoulder of shaman. Yanqiu turned back and glared at the white wolf. He pulled out his machete in his palm and threw it to the ground. Then he stretched out his big hand and pressed it to ensord''s head from above like a dark cloud! He actually just picked up the White Wolf! The two men who had attacked the White Wolf before saw this scene and immediately stepped forward with their swords, trying to kill the white wolf who could not resist. The rock mound snorted coldly, and his eyes showed the pupils of snakes, and the instinctive figures of the two people who saw this scene were stagnant. If you want to kill again, shaman has already taken the white wolf out for several steps. But the loss of the prey did not affect their mood. The two men looked at each other and immediately fought.


    Although he suffered some injuries, it was not difficult for the rock mound to bring people back to Li Chou''s side. Although the white wolf was struggling constantly, he could only hurt the shaman with limited kicking and scratching, which was totally painless for the rock mound. After about 20 breaths, they entered the safety area under the brocade cloth. The rock mound did not let go and waited for instructions.


    "Bring him to the fire and let him look at the fire." The old shaman stood on the edge of the fire. There were some black ashes on his face and some traces of his hair burned. But in addition, Li Chou''s spirit was extremely full, his body was straight, and he didn''t show any old-fashioned appearance. Instead, he seemed to be several decades younger. His broad sleeves had been tied up at this time to prevent him from having the same fate as his hair.


    Without saying a word, Yanqiu took the White Wolf to the fire and forced him to look at the fire. At first, ensord''s resistance was still fierce. He tried to get rid of control and showed hostility to Li Chou and Jinban. But with the flame burning in front of him, his eyes only reflected the fire, gradually, those struggles slowed down, finally returned to calm."Well, let go. I''m back to normal. If I go on, I''ll be blind. " The White Wolf said slowly, staring at the fire to make his eyes dry.


    Yanqiu looked at Li Chou. After the old shaman nodded, he released his arm. Ensord immediately fell back and sat down. The whole man was lying on the ground, breathing the air. When his breath was even, he sat up again from the ground and asked the old shaman, "what''s going on here? Why did this happen? I just remember that we were fighting and we were piling things up to burn, and the rest


    "It''s alee." Li Chou didn''t go to see the white wolf. His eyes were fixed on the center of the fire all the time, as if staring at some fragile treasure. "Its aura makes your inner tyranny bloom completely. This is very normal. Most of the military disasters urged by Alai è re are like this. They just need to watch and people will fight to the last person. Of course, the end is that no one is alive. "


    "Alai..." Ensord repeated the name in a low voice, still feeling unreal about the existence of the legend, "ah, yes! Starfall! I remember seeing the star fall! It''s the gods. They''re here to help us get rid of that stuff, right? "


    The old shaman finally moved his sight and looked down at the wolf master''s son. The fire made his face half dark and half bright. "Yes, it''s not. A few of the spirits did, but if you have heard those stories, you should know that Alai is a human disaster, and only human beings can stop it. The gods, even the brightest of the spirits, can''t do it. "


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