I have a cave of evil

The setting sun is setting, and the clouds in the sky are fiery red and gorgeous, reflected in the river water, vivid and dreamy.

At the end of the daily sacrifice, some people couldn't hold back their expressions, sobbing and crying, and the familiar people around comforted them.

Zhu Yao moved his footsteps, and finally retracted his stepping foot, pretending not to notice, and quietly moved away from the crowd.

Migrating on foot, going to a strange and unknown area, the dangers encountered are complex and changeable, and people are caught off guard. After a week, the reduction of staff is inevitable.

No.1 On the fourth day after departure, a woman hid from the crowd and went to the river to take a bath. When the crowd realized that there were few people there, she only found mottled blood and broken animal skins on the bank, but no corpse. Eaten up by wild beasts.

That night, the old man who liked to sing songs most in the tribe died of illness due to being exposed to the rain. The witch medicine brewed by Zhu Yao had no effect.

On the fifth day, everyone cheered up and passed it safely.

On the sixth day, when they encountered a cliff, they had to modify their route, bypassing a mountain peak on one side, and then descended along the river. Unexpectedly, halfway through, heavy rain suddenly fell, and the rocks on the mountain became loose, falling and killing two people.

On the seventh day, that is today, at two or three o'clock in the afternoon, a child was poisoned to death by eating wild fruits, and it was the child's mother who was crying.

This is the real life of primitive humans in the barbaric world. Natural disasters, beasts, poisons... If you are not careful, you will be embraced by death.

Zhu Yao pressed his head, felt the touch of his hair in his palm, and felt a little scared. A stone fell from the mountain that day, and the largest piece hit him on the top of his head. Fortunately, his talent [Damage Sharing] took effect, and he was safe.

At that time, Zhu Yao was stunned and stood there dumbfounded. The three paralyzed corpses not far away died suddenly on the spot because of sharing the damage, and they turned into evil spirits and returned to the evil cave to be reborn.

Even so, after falling asleep in the past two days, the scene at that time will still appear repeatedly, and I can't sleep well.

"Lord Agudu, the chief is back."

Xinba said softly.

Zhu Yao raised his eyes and saw Santa's tall body standing in the shadows, with two... children's corpses lying on his feet?

Zhu Yao couldn't sit still anymore, stood up abruptly, walked quickly towards Sangta, and was about to question him, when he saw Santa's relaxed expression, as if a heavy burden had been lifted.

Zhu Yao slowed down his pace. Based on his understanding of Santa, massacre is definitely not Santa's hobby. For no reason, it is impossible for Santa to show such an expression after killing a child.

Santa beckoned, kicked the corpse under his feet, and said excitedly: "Agudu, come and see what this is, I haven't seen these things in eight years."

Zhu Yao was even more puzzled. As soon as he approached, he smelled a mixture of sweat and excrement. This smell was very familiar. When the fleeing team first escaped from the Bloody Skull Sacrifice, all members of the fleeing team had this smell on their bodies.

Because the blood head tribe gathered people together at that time, thousands of people ate, drank and slept in a small space, forming this disgusting smell.

After it stabilized, Zhu Yao forced all the staff to take a bath twice, and finally the strange smell disappeared.

Santa said: "Hutu people! I thought they were all wiped out by the burning of land eight years ago, but I didn't expect that there are still here. It's really like weeds. Once you cut a stubble, it will grow again."

After hearing Santa's words, Zhu Yao instantly understood, thinking that he really misunderstood Uncle Santa.

He picked up a corpse with a wooden spear, and when he saw the front, his eyelids twitched slightly, how could someone be so ugly.

The eyes of the Wutu people are thin and long, distributed on both sides of the forehead in a figure-eight shape, more like the thin eyes of some kind of snake; in the middle of the face is a nose with upright nostrils, which is very short and looks like a triangle when viewed from the front; It was the big mouth, occupying one-third of the face, with the corners of the mouth stretching to the ears, and the upper and lower rows of teeth were as sharp as beasts.

The palm is not in proportion to the body, it is very wide, with five fingers, the nails proliferate into a sharp scimitar shape, the abdomen bulges into a watermelon-sized ball, and the feet are covered with scales, which replace the role of shoes.

Zhu Yao hesitated for a moment, then slashed hard at the Wutu man's abdomen with the short obsidian blade, blood mixed with bile flowed all over the ground, mixed with undigested grass roots, bark, beast bones and small stones.

"This knife can no longer cut meat."

Heartbroken, Zhu Yao took out a piece of fur and wiped the short obsidian blade, and sighed: "Short, only half the height of a person, with sharp teeth, able to tear raw meat, and eat everything, he is indeed a Wutu man in the records."

"Hey! Eight years ago, you were a baby. You didn't take part in the wasteland burning operation. You have never seen a living wastelander!" Santa was a little abnormally happy.

Zhu Yao looked at him strangely, feeling that Santa's emotional ups and downs today were not quite right.

Santa recalled: "At that time, I was also young, but I was not inferior to the adult men in the tribe, so I got mixed into the battle cry coalition army and cleaned up the Wutu people. You didn't see that scene, tens of thousands of Wutu people Hei rushed over, and was beaten and fled in all directions, all the totems of the small tribe were dispatched, I was really full, this is the first time I have seen so many totems."

Santa does not regard the Wutu people as human beings, and the tribes on the whole continent do not regard the Wutu people as human beings.

Wutu people are short in stature and low in intelligence, only at the level of orangutan monkeys. They are cunning and cruel by nature. Except for their own kind, all creatures are on their diet. They often occupy the wild and attack villages and tribes in groups. They have little ability to reproduce. Ability is terrible.

The gestation period of Wutu people is only half of that of human beings, and it only takes half a year or a year to become an adult. Wutu people can take up arms to participate in battles and give birth to offspring.

The physical fitness of the Wutu people is not high, and trained fighters can easily fight ten against one.

At first, no one took the Wutu people seriously. They were annoying and disgusting, but as long as they were prepared, the trouble they caused would be limited.

It's really disgusting to the extreme, sending troops to attack the Wutu people and destroying their tribe is a matter of minutes.

But a huge number often produces outstanding individuals, who possess the intelligence of normal people, can command other barren people, and master some strange abilities.

Eight years ago, a hero appeared in the Wutu people, who quietly and secretly integrated and unified more than 100 Wutu tribes, established the kingdom of the Wutu people, called himself the king of the barrenness, and challenged the war roar tribe.

then……

There's no after that.

The meat of the Wutu people is poisonous, and humans cannot eat it. Even the totems can only be eaten occasionally, and they will be poisoned and killed if they eat it frequently.Even living sacrifices cannot be made, and the final value of the Wutu people is gone.

The Zhanhou tribe led all the younger brothers to directly wipe out all the Wutu people around them, and killed them all, leaving no one behind.Because the barren people always grow like weeds, this extermination operation is also called the burning operation.

In the eight years since then, the Warcry Alliance has never seen any Wutu people again.

"so?"

Zhu Yao still didn't understand why Santa was so happy.

"So we have stepped out of the sphere of influence of the Battlecry Alliance! This means..."

Zhu Yao's eyes lit up, and he said ecstatically, "This means that we have also stepped out of the blood head tribe's sphere of influence and come to a new land."

There are no Wutu people around the Warcry Tribal Alliance, and it is even less likely that there are Wutu people around the Bloodhead tribe.

The Blood Skull God is the totem god of the spirit body. He completely ignores the toxins in the Wutu people. The Wutu people are good sacrifices for him.

The biggest boulder in their hearts was finally temporarily put down.