I'm trapped in a block

Chapter 790: Cold Night Tribe
"You wait here first, I'll go find the leader..."

In a daze, Mo Ling seemed to hear a hoarse voice.

It was a language that sounded very strange, like the roar of some wild beast, but when Mo Ling heard it, he felt a sense of familiarity in his heart.

"It is the language of the dark race."

Mo Ling recognized it immediately.

"Where on earth did those guys send me..."

He seemed to be sent to an unknown place by the coordinate system constructed by the spear.

Thinking of the spear, Mo Ling's heart trembled violently, and his blood vessels began to wave, twisting and swinging in the air, quickly pushing the surrounding darkness into the center, and gradually, it condensed into a black spear in the air!

This was exactly the spear that had just been inserted into the coordinate system. After Mo Ling fell into the coordinate system, the spear followed and penetrated into his heart above his head.

Inside the spear, some dark lines were constantly rotating. If you listened carefully when you got closer, you could hear some rustling sounds coming from it, as if a group of people were talking, but you couldn't hear clearly what they were talking about.

This black spear floated in the embrace of Mo Ling's blood vessels, as if it had become a part of Mo Ling's body.

Mo Ling stood up straight, stretched out his forelimbs, and grasped the spear.

The moment he grasped the spear, the patterns inside it suddenly stopped rotating, the sounds of conversation also stopped abruptly, and the shadow on the spear suddenly extended towards Mo Ling.

Then, the hard spear turned into a soft shadow and got into Mo Ling's hand. He waved his hand casually, and the shadow turned into a huge arm with sharp black claws. Under the action of inertia, the claws stabbed into the ground fiercely, leaving several deep grooves on the ground.

Boom!

Smoke and dust filled the sky, and the sand dug out by sharp claws scattered into the night sky. The silence of the night was broken at this moment.

Mo Ling looked at the huge claws, feeling a little overwhelmed.

He just felt that the spear seemed to be able to transform into something else, so he experimented with it, but he didn't expect it to cause such a big commotion...

A figure passed through the dust and hurriedly ran to Mo Ling.

It was a dark race that looked exactly like him, with a very strong body, but a very small heart on top of its head and sparse blood vessels.

"Didn't I tell you to wait?"

After a while, the sound of dense footsteps was heard in the dust again, and one figure after another passed through the dust and came in front of Mo Ling.

Then, one of his companions, who was two or three times taller than Mo Ling, slowly walked towards him...

"Are you from the Midnight Tribe?"

The companion spoke to Mo Ling condescendingly.

"Pork night?"

"This kind of thing can only be made by the Midnight Tribe." He pointed at Mo Ling's black claws stuck in the ground and said calmly.

It turns out that those Mars belong to the Polar Night Tribe...

Has the Midnight Tribe been devoured by the flames? Or has part of it been devoured?

Mo Ling looked at the sharp claw and carefully controlled it. The claw turned into a shadow again and returned to his body.

"It seems that you are indeed from the Midnight Tribe."

The tall companion in front of him saw that Mo Ling's manipulation was so easy, so he immediately accepted Mo Ling's identity.

"Are you coming to the Hanye tribe to deliver some message? Or are you here to escape the flames?" the tall companion continued to ask.

"Han Ye tribe? Are you from the Han Ye tribe?" Mo Ling asked hurriedly.

"Yes," replied the tall companion.

Mo Ling immediately remembered what Mars had told him.

"The Polar Night Tribe asked me to come and pass on a message. Is your leader here?" "Yes, I am." The tall companion said calmly, "I am the leader of the Cold Night Tribe. You can call me Hanchao."

"Cold Wave..." Mo Ling silently repeated the name in his heart.

"What did the Midnight Tribe ask you to tell me?" The tall figure bent down slightly and came in front of Mo Ling.

Looking at this extremely oppressive body, Mo Ling couldn't help but sigh that the differences between individuals of the dark race were so great.

"They told me to tell you... Don't try to kill the flame. Instead, try to mutate it, twist it, and make it become what we want it to be, just like it did to us..."

Mo Ling told Han Chao exactly what the Polar Night Tribe said.

After listening to Mo Ling's words, Han Chao fell silent. He remained bent over like this for a long time, and his aura became more and more dignified.

Mo Ling even felt that he had said something wrong, which caused the leader's dissatisfaction.

But not long after, Han Chao stood up again, waved his hand, and asked the tribesmen who were watching around to disperse first.

"Friend, come with me. Hanqin, come here too."

"Ok."

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Mo Ling and the sturdy companion he met at the beginning followed the cold wave to a secluded place at the foot of a mountain.

After there were no companions around, Han Chao suddenly turned around and asked seriously: "Does the Polar Night Tribe know what I am doing?"

When Mo Ling heard Han Chao's question, he was stunned. He was just a messenger and didn't know how to answer.

"How did you know? I have been doing it so secretly..."

"However, since I asked you to come, you probably want to help me."

"But why did you come?"

Han Chao looked at Mo Ling and walked around him a few times. His drooping hair brushed against Mo Ling's body like some kind of hard brush...

"There seems to be something wrong with your body."

Han Chao suddenly squatted down and brought the heart on top of his head closer to Mo Ling.

thump! thump!
The heart caused Mo Ling's body to resonate several times, as if the cold wave was examining Mo Ling's entire body in this way.

The cold wave will rise again only after the heart receives the information transmitted by the resonance.

Then, before Mo Ling could react, he swung his claws fiercely and cut off one of Mo Ling's blood vessels.

The blood vessels sprayed blood and fell to the ground. Mo Ling came to his senses and was about to fight back, but he found that the blood vessels that had just been cut had grown again in an instant.

Not only that, the blood vessels that fell on the ground also disappeared, and even the blood that had just been sprayed was nowhere to be seen.

Everything that just happened seemed to be just an illusion.

Mo Ling seemed to be injured, but also seemed not to be injured.

Even he himself couldn't remember whether he felt any "pain" just now.

"How could this be?"

Mo Ling was stunned and didn't know whether he should continue to fight back.

After the attack, Han Chao excitedly came to Mo Ling, as if he wanted to hug Mo Ling with his strong arms, but he seemed afraid of hurting Mo Ling, so he just stood there in a stalemate, at a loss.

"I know why you came!"

"You're from a bad time zone!"

(End of this chapter)