I have a cave of evil

The Black Crow God was seriously injured, Zhu Yao only used healing magic to stop the bleeding, without further treatment, and told Paul that it is best to hide the Black Crow God in a place and cultivate slowly, so that he can get better quick.

Paul readily agreed, and found a dry cave nearby, with dry grass and dead leaves, and a few wild animal hairs. It should have been the residence of wild beasts such as brown bears before, and it was suitable for the hiding place of the Crow God.

Because of the fierce battle, all the wild beasts in Mianlong Mountain ran away in panic, so there is no need to worry about the cave owner's return in a short time.

Moreover, the Black Crow God is also a totem god when he is weak. Even if he is seriously injured, there is no problem in protecting himself against ordinary beasts.

Using a few big stones to block the entrance of the cave and completely cover it, Paul took Zhu Yao and the two of them straight to Jiufeng Valley without stopping.

On the way, Paul introduced some things about the Crow God.

The Black Crow God is not a creature of this world. It comes from the spirit world. It was summoned by the king of the Hutu people, Siraye, when he was experimenting with spells. At that time, Siraye had not been crowned king, and the only totem god following him was the black-armored spider god. .

The spider has a very homely temperament, and only likes to weave webs near the residence, and is unwilling to go far, but Siraye wants to conquer the numerous Wutu tribes under the surface of Mianlong Mountain, and cannot do without the help of the black-armored spider god. Immediately, the Black Crow God was given to the Black Armored Spider God to act as eyes and ears and messenger, responsible for delivering messages between the two.

At that time, the Black Crow God was just a fast-flying crow in the spiritual world, until Silaya succeeded in becoming the king, and he became a totem god by himself.

"Just promoted, I can't speak well, and my IQ is a bit..."

Paul circled his temple with his index finger, giving Zhu Yao and Poros the expressions you understand.

The two nodded and looked at Paul with pity.

The sloppy Paul didn't feel the change in the eyes of the two at all, and walked ahead by himself, leading the way.

Knowing that the black-armored spider god was still fighting, Paul's mood became obviously better.

Zhu Yao found that the further he went, the more familiar the surrounding scenery became. Until he saw nine towering ice peaks arranged in a circle, he finally knew where the Nine Peaks Valley was.

The land of the king of the Wutu people, Silaya.

The battle between the wolf pack led by the blood wolf king and the Hutu army under the command of Siraye is still fresh in my memory.

It was also there that Zhu Yao got acquainted with Messiah, the God of the Otter, and the God of the Snake.

Seeing the destination, the speed of the three became even faster.

Kewangshan ran dead horse, he had already seen nine peaks, tried his best to run over them, but he didn't seem to get close at all.

【wrong! 】

The three discovered the problem one after another.

Their moving speed was faster than galloping horses, climbing mountains and ridges like walking on flat ground, Zhu Yao and Poros simply flew, how could the distance not change at all?

Zhu Yao ordered the rainstorm walker to try it from a high altitude, and he could also see the nine sword-like peaks, but he couldn't get close to them no matter what.

"Magician, did you make a fool of yourself?"

Paul asked.

Zhu Yao was taken aback when he heard the words, and then understood that the "you" in his mouth meant the caster.

[Some kind of illusion?Magic circle? 】

Zhu Yao closed his eyes, spreading out the spiritual power wave by wave, scanning the surrounding environment like a radar.

Poros Tong Kong turned golden and used his divine eyes.

After a long time, Zhu Yao opened his eyes, unable to hide his shock, and said in unison with Poros: "Field?!"

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Under Mianlong Mountain, Siraye sat slumped on the throne. The cave was full of various stone tablets of different shapes and ancient murals dug from the rock wall.

The murals of these stone tablets are of different heights and are arranged in strange formations. The tallest and largest stone tablet is inserted behind Siraye, which is a hundred meters high. Strange text.

The cave was extremely dark, except for the sound of Siraye's painful and heavy breathing, there was the sound of dripping water.

The blood-skull chief walked into the cave, frowned slightly, and with a trembling of the scepter, more than a dozen bright light balls flew into the sky, illuminating most of the cave.

Seeing the strokes on the stele, he stared at it for a moment and exclaimed, "Awesome, ancient times, ancient times, dark ages, and the age of kings, you actually collected so much ancient knowledge, no wonder you succeeded in becoming a king."

Siraye let out a miserable laugh, and said weakly, "It's not as good as you have the courage to abandon everything and fully surrender to the evil gods of the spirit world."

Blood oozes from his mouth and nose, and there is a large hole in his chest that is transparent from front to back. The viscera inside have long since disappeared, and his vitality is rapidly passing away, causing everything he sees to become blurred.

"One wrong step, one wrong step."

The blood-skull chief hunched over, like an old man who was about to go into the ground, using the scepter as a crutch, moved his steps a little bit, and said:

"I also wanted to be a king, but I didn't expect that this year's severe cold would be so unusual that it disrupted all plans at once, and various things happened one after another, without any chance for me to readjust my plan. "

The bloodhead chief sighed: "If there is a choice, who is willing to abandon the land where I was born and raised?"

Siraye laughed loudly, "False! True or false! You are a self-conscious prophet, you can predict the future with your eyes closed, do you dare to say that you can't see the result of believing in alien gods?"

He stood up suddenly, opened his arms, looked around regardless of the blood spurting out from the wound, and shouted: "Chief of the Bloodhead Tribe, you are ashamed of the power of a prophet, you are not worthy of being a prophet."

"If I had the ability to be a prophet, I would have shared half of the world with the Hundred Gods tribe."

"Thinking of me, Silaya, the race is a barbarian that everyone looks down on. After birth, I don't even know who my parents are. I was bitten by wild beasts, hunted and killed by the enemy, and was used as a sacrifice..."

"I have no relatives, no teachers and friends. Because of the rubbish ability of being proficient in words, in the first three years of my life, I experienced a total of 620 life and death disasters. Do you know how I survived?"

With tears in the corners of Siraye's eyes, he pointed at his chest, looked like a madman, and roared angrily: "My people are all idiots, I can only rely on myself."

"I dig ancient ruins everywhere, search for ancient tombs everywhere, risk my life to steal scrolls recording knowledge from human tribes... every step is mixed with blood and tears."

"Finally, when I succeeded in becoming king and had a better future, you came here."

He glared at the blood-headed chief, and cursed bitterly: "A group of humble and cowardly garbage, wild dogs begging for mercy at the alien gods."

The chief of the Blood Skull was silent for a long time, and said in a low voice: "In this world, the weak will eventually prey on the strong. Strength..."

He raised his head, only to realize that Siraye had completely lost the breath of life, only those narrow and long eyes, staring so hard that the eye sockets were tearing apart, full of bloodshot eyes, and the hatred soared to the sky.

"That's everything."

The Bloodhead Chief spat out the last few words.

He stood in a daze for a long time before reaching out his hand to hold Siraye's body in the air. A golden four-square seal floated out and slowly landed on the old wrinkled right hand.

"So this is the kingship!"