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Chapter 104 Why.
He used the footsteps of the Black Mountain clan leader to guide him and asked him to help him find the reinforcements from the Black Mountain tribe. In front of these people, he brutally killed the Black Mountain clan leader and cut off his head. This move was deliberately considered by Su Ming. The lower magnification was several times, and in conjunction with his strange body under the full moon at the moment, his advantage immediately reached the extreme in an instant.
Su Ming had to do this. He was very tired. Even though he was nourished by the moonlight, he still had to kill Shan Hen. Su Ming hated the traitor who was injured and fled into the jungle.
How to complete all the goals with limited physical strength is a situation that Su Ming has to face now, so he will do these heart-breaking behaviors.
Especially the death of the big man who looked similar to the leader of the Black Mountain clan gave Su Ming's behavior a sense of mystery. The terror represented by the word evil made Su Ming rush forward at that moment. , the four reinforcements from Montenegro had already lost their fighting spirit, and retreated quickly in horror to escape from here.
In fact, even if there is no big man who looks similar to this Black Mountain patriarch, Su Ming will use the same method to shock people's hearts during the battle, so as to achieve his goal of attacking people's hearts.
In this small jungle gap, in the following time, the roaring sound was mixed with the desperate sounds before death. For a long time, as the place slowly turned into silence again, Su Ming dragged his body, step by step Get out.
There were several more wounds on his body, especially one of the cuts that seemed to penetrate into the bone. Under the moonlight, blood gradually stopped flowing out, but Su Ming's expression was the same as the snow on the ground. Pale.
Behind him, there were four corpses lying on the ground. Their blood dyed the snow on the ground red, paying the price for their invasion of Montenegro.
In fact, the Montenegrin tribe regretted it at this moment. They miscalculated Wushan's resistance, and even overestimated the power of their barbarian.
This kind of regret, in fact, they already felt in the traps in the jungle, but they have already fought to such an extent that they dare not retreat if the barbarian does not issue orders, so they can only continue to make mistakes.
But despite this, there were still some Montenegro tribesmen who were not dead but were injured. They were shocked by the Wushan tribe's desperate efforts during the killing. They did not continue to hunt or return to the Montenegro tribe, but dispersed. Come on, retreat far away in this jungle, trying to use the injury as an excuse to find an excuse not to continue fighting.
Osanbe's madness was unforgettable to them.
Su Ming galloped here, panting heavily, looking for the mountain marks according to the clues on the ground and the tracking technique he had learned naturally since he was a child in the jungle!
He wants to find this person, on behalf of Nansong, on behalf of the entire Wushan tribe, and on behalf of all the familiar faces who died in the trap, to ask Shanhen why!
The roar in the sky was still going on, and Su Ming knew that it was Grandpa who was desperately sacrificing his life, holding down that Black Mountain Bitu, and the battle with him was still going on till now.
He used everything he could to protect the safety of his tribe. Su Ming remained silent, but the persistence and determination in his eyes did not diminish at all.
As he was walking forward, following the clues left by the mountain marks, Su Ming quickly pursued him. On the way and inside, Su Ming saw corpses one after another. All of those corpses were those he had chosen to leave behind along the way. of tribesmen.
Looking at these tribesmen, Su Ming felt sad but also had deep respect in his heart. As he walked past the corpses of each tribesman, Su Ming's footsteps stopped in the jungle in the distance.
In front of him was a big tree. Under the big tree, leaning against a young man, his hands were hanging down. On his right side, there was a Xun made of bone, which was stained with blood that turned brown. Some of the holes seemed to be covered.
Su Ming came closer and looked at the dead Liu Di. His corpse was already stiff, and his godless eyes were looking at the sky. He didn't know what he was looking at before he died. Perhaps, like the funeral song of Wushan, He was asking whose eyes the blue sky belonged to, and whose eyes the twinkling stars in the dark night belonged to.
Looking at Liu Di, Su Ming slowly knelt down, picked up the bone xun, and put it in his arms.
He couldn't forget the sound of humming and singing that echoed in the quiet tribe many nights, which made him somewhat dissatisfied. There were even a few times when he wanted to go find this guy, but he held back.
But now, Su Ming closed his eyes. He really wanted to listen to a ray of Xun music again, but the person who played it had already gone back.
Su Ming left.
With its speed, and with the countless silk threads fluttering behind it under the moonlight, Su Ming galloped forward in the jungle, following the footprints of the mountain marks, Su Ming chased him out.
The footprints belonging to Shanhen on the ground were very messy, which meant that Shanhen was not only seriously injured, but also seemed to be confused, so he neglected to cover up while running away.
Or maybe, he didn't expect that there would be such a person who would pursue him relentlessly.Otherwise, as Shan Hen was the leader of the Wushan hunting team, his familiarity with the jungle would not be any worse than Su Ming's.
This pursuit continued as time passed. When the sky was completely dark in the middle of the night, the full moon was in the sky. Under its light, the surrounding stars dimmed. Even the roaring fog in the sky seemed unable to stop it. While covering up, Su Ming walked to the ravine that Grandfather had drawn to block the footsteps of Heishan's pursuers. The light curtain was broken and no longer there.
Here, Su Ming saw Wula, she was lying there quietly, seeming to be smiling.
Looking at Ula, Su Ming walked gently towards her, looked at her pale and blurry face, and heard Ula's words before she died.
"Are you... Mo Su..."
After standing next to Ulla's body for a long time, Su Ming suddenly raised his steps and walked out.
After passing here, Su Ming came to the place where Bi Su was killed. Bi Su's body was gone. It had obviously been taken away.
The scenes that Su Ming saw while galloping along made him seem to relive the tragedy of the tribal war, which was deeply remembered in his mind until he came to the place where his body trembled.
Here, it still belonged to the jungle. In front of Su Ming, he saw the ground full of broken flesh and blood, only the pale hair on the ground, exposing the old figures that Su Ming was familiar with.
This place is the place where the old people in the tribe chose to stay after leaving the trap during the tribe's migration.These old people are gone. The desolate wind blows across the earth, blowing the snow on the ground, and those scattered white hairs.
They asked Grandpa for something that could make their flesh and blood explode, and used their remaining lives to laugh fearlessly while talking and laughing about the past when they were young, and when the pursuers from the Montenegro came, and turned into loud bangs. Bang.
Su Ming bowed deeply to this bloody land. These ordinary elders of the clan were as respected as the barbarians who died in battle.Silently raising his feet, Su Ming walked through the snow. Along the way, he found the five arrows at the head and placed them behind him.
As he pursued, he came to the place where the most deaths occurred in this battle, and it was also the most tragic place. This was where the Montenegro's trap was located.
Looking at this trap land, Su Ming's murderous intention towards Shan Hen became even more serious.
There were so many dead bodies on the ground, especially in front of Su Ming, the scenes of more than a dozen young people who were lazy in the tribe and rushed out without hesitation made Su Ming's heart feel painful again.
He followed Shan Hen's footprints, and those footprints told Su Ming that what he saw was what Shan Hen also saw when he was escaping. Even in these places, Shan Hen's footprints were obviously much heavier. It seems that he paused here.
"Shan Hen, the place you are going to... could it be there..." Su Ming murmured, with a complicated look on his face. When he was very young, Shan Hen was the leader of the hunting group in the tribe, and even fought with the leader. All the same, they are all elders and strong men worshiped by the Lasu tribe.
The different personalities of the two people made Liao Shou more popular among the Lhasus, but Shanhen's indifference also made those Lhasus vaguely feel protected while being afraid.
Perhaps, he had to be indifferent. As the leader of the hunting team, he guarded Wushan and provided enough food. This made him spend a lot of time out fighting wild beasts. He saw too many bloody mountain marks. He might also smile. But this smile often appears on the face of Shanhen hidden in the dark when the tribesmen cheer because there is enough food and no one is starving to death.
Most of the clansmen couldn't see his smile.
Why would such a person betray his tribe? Su Ming walked past the trap in silence. He no longer looked at the footprints on the ground. He had already guessed where the mountain marks were at this moment.
After walking through the previous trap, under the moonlit night, Su Ming turned into a long red rainbow toward the front. Gradually, as time passed, a vague outline appeared in front of Su Ming in the dark night.
There used to be laughter, happiness and beauty there. Every night, there would be bonfires lighting up the surroundings, people dancing, and Lasu playing in the night.
That place held Su Ming's 16 years of memories, but now, it was desolate, dilapidated, and in ruins.
There is their tribe of Wushan tribe.
Under the moonlight, as Su Ming approached, he saw a man kneeling there in the center of the tribe without a gate, on the snow, in the chaos on the ground, crying.
His cry was very clear in this quiet night, echoing around. The sadness in the cry made Su Ming pause in his steps.
"Is this sadness real..." Su Ming clenched his fists and walked over resolutely. As he approached, when he walked through the broken tribal gate, he was only a hundred feet away from the crying man. At this time, Su Ming stopped.
He looked at the man's back, listened to his painful cries, and looked at the old home in front of him. Su Ming's heart seemed to be stabbed hard by a knife.
"why!"
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The first!
(End of this chapter)