The Emperor is Above

Chapter 510: A Hell on Earth Where Ghosts Rage

Water has always been a place where all living things gather.

A large lake composed of countless lakes, ponds, swamps, marshes and swamps should be full of vitality.

However, since Qing Yi entered the Lishui Lake, he felt utter silence, without any noise from any living creature.

In the vast swamps, there are no herds of blue antelopes, white antelopes, large antelopes, reindeer, northern wilderness buffaloes, six-tusked boars and other animals that are common in the wilderness, nor are there any hunting beasts.

Even the giant beasts that are typical symbols of the Great Wilderness beasts, such as the giant rhinoceros, blue rhinoceros, woolly rhinoceros, saber-toothed elephants, etc., have all disappeared without a trace, and not even a single roar can be heard from them.

There were no ferocious birds flying in the sky, no water birds foraging for food in the swamps, and even no trace of fish, shrimps, or mosquito larvae could be seen in the water. No insects could be heard chirping in the grass.

"Shaoqing Yi of Longcheng, the Lishui Lake is dead silent, and the soldiers are terrified!" Shen Buhai pointed to a patch of water ahead with black stains, with a worried look on his face.

"You can see that along the way there are always black mud and black water coming out. The whole swamp is probably a dangerous place. Do we really need to go deep into it?"

Qing Yi had already seen the fear in the eyes of the Zhongzhou coalition forces. If it weren't for the glorious record of annihilating the Ghost Witch Army a few days ago, the weirdness of the Lishui Lake alone would have been enough to stop them in their tracks.

After a moment of hesitation, Qing Yi said with a firm look: "Captain Shen Buhai, when the Ghost Witch army came to force us, we still had the courage to fight to the death.

Could it be that after the two armies of the Ghost Witch Tribe were completely destroyed, we were scared away by the strangeness of the Lishui Lake? Are we waiting for the Ghost Witch Tribe to revive and become stronger again?

Since the ghost king of the Styx has chosen the Ghost Witch Tribe, how could he be willing to sit back and watch the Ghost Witch Tribe weaken? We must completely wipe out the Ghost Witch Tribe this time.

What's more, the elder of the Longjiu family who was exploring the way in the sky did not give any warning, which meant that there was no danger or enemy within a hundred miles around.

If the soldiers of the Zhongzhou coalition army are afraid, they can retreat now while we are not too far into the swamp and wait for us to return by the swamp."

Seeing Qing Yi's firm attitude, Shen Buhai scratched his head in shame and said, "We are not afraid, let alone retreating.

Since Longcheng Yi Shaoqing has decided to continue to go deeper into the swamp, we will definitely follow him to the end and completely eradicate this great threat from the Ghost Witch Tribe."

Although Qing Yi was determined to move forward, he could not deny that it was too difficult to advance in the swamp. The terrain of the Lishui swamp was much more complicated than that of the Jiming swamp.

Fortunately, in the process of chasing the enemy to the north, Gongsun Wu carefully captured five lower-class witches. Now they are serving as guides for this march as prisoners of war.

At first, many people were very skeptical about the five witch prisoners, but Qing Yi used them boldly. After marching in the swamp for several days, everyone was grateful for their presence, as they were able to find a dry place for the army to camp, otherwise they would have to sleep in the water.

After camping on the fifth day, the team set out again. Qing Yi gave a serious order: "A few dozen miles ahead, we will be close to the lair of the Ghost Witch Tribe. No one is allowed to make noise, quarrel, or fight."

"Wow—"

"cry--"

Before he finished speaking, the loud cry of the Great Wilderness Dragon Vulture was heard in the sky.

Qing Yi frowned. He could understand the language of the dragon eagle. It was not about discovering an enemy ambush, but about something that made them feel disgusted and disgusted.

As he led the army forward for more than ten miles, he was suddenly hit by a foul smell, causing many Zhongzhou coalition soldiers, including Shen Buhai and Shen Bumie, to vomit desperately. Even many soldiers in Longcheng Fengtu felt dizzy after smelling the stench, and even if they covered their noses desperately, it didn't help much.

"My Lord, where are you looking?"

The Wangmang Fish King and his group of Wangmang giants stood high and could see far, and they were the first to discover the foul-smelling reinforcements, which turned out to be countless black creatures.

Only after we walked in did we discover that these foul-smelling things scattered all over the ground were actually piles of giant beast remains, internal organs, flesh, blood, and leather scraps.

"The Ghost and Witch tribe discards these filthy things everywhere. Could it be that they are also preparing for someone to attack them after they are defeated? Are they trying to use these rotten and smelly things to infect us with plague?"

Faced with the accountability of some generals in the coalition, the five witch prisoners of war shrank their heads in fear. One of them explained boldly:
"My lords, please don't be angry. In recent months, the old witch has been urging his people to hunt giant beasts in the swamp, using their bones to make giant beast puppets, using their leather to make armor, and using their meat to make military rations.

Even the souls and blood of the giant beasts were not spared. All the beast souls were sacrificed to the Ghost King of the Styx, and the blood became the medium for the old witch to regain his body.

As for the remaining internal organs, leather scraps, broken bones, and other hair and debris, they can only be thrown into the swamp outside at will."

Qing Yi's former mound was located right beside the Jiming Lake. Knowing the ecological chain of the wilderness, he certainly understood the explanation of this lowly witch.

In ordinary swamps and wastelands, the smell of blood is very attractive to predators and beasts. In the past, if these things were thrown out, they would be killed by the beasts attracted by the smell of blood within an hour.

However, the Lishui Lake is now dead silent. There are no herds of animals or vultures looking for food, and even the most annoying mosquitoes, flies and ants in the lakes in summer are gone.

These bloody, filthy, and smelly things can only rot and deteriorate in a high temperature and high humidity environment, and ferment together with the mud and rotten grass roots in the summer swamps to produce a smell that people will remember for the rest of their lives.

In order to prevent the army from being infected by the plague caused by decay, Qing Yi decided to take a long detour to avoid the unbearable stench along the way.

After circling for dozens of miles until almost noon, the Great Wilderness Dragon Vulture in the sky gradually returned and landed, because the Ghost Witch Tribe's lair was just ahead.

The brave lower witch pointed to the large mountain forest rising from the water and said excitedly, "That is our home.

Now all the young and strong men and totem warriors in the tribe have died in battle with the old witch. The only ones left are some old, weak, women and children. I hope the masters will not kill them. They can be slaves."

"If the elderly, the weak, women and children were not massacred and no one was killed, there would be no problem letting them live!" Qing Yi did not think that slaughtering the women and children of the wild people was something to be proud of.

He also asked Gongsun Wu, Shen Buhai and others to lead the army to rest in a shady forest. He, Shi Dazhu, Shanmao Dabao and Zhao Wensheng waited for several lower witches to climb to the highest point of the forest to observe the enemy situation.

However, as soon as they looked down from the highest point of the mountain, the faces of several lower witches suddenly changed drastically. The Ghost Witch Tribe camp in front of them was no longer the same as before they left.

The Ghost Witch Tribe's lair, which covers an area of ​​more than ten miles, was made up of huts and sheds built with reeds, branches, and mud. No human figures could be seen and it had completely turned into piles of smoking ashes.

Qing Yi observed carefully for a moment and couldn't help but frowning. The ashes were filled with corpses discarded by ghosts after being bitten, and they were burned black by the fire.

It turns out that the Lishui Lake was no longer a paradise for the wild people of the Ghost Witch Tribe, but has turned into a purgatory on earth where ghosts wreak havoc. More than 200,000 elderly, weak, women and children who stayed behind all died tragically at the hands of ghosts. It is really an irony.

(End of this chapter)