Academic Gathering with Lich Colleagues

Chapter 652 Ancient Humans
The sandstorm from the northwest has just ended, and this place already belongs to the edge of Sahazann. On a certain invisible boundary line, the sand and dust in the air seem to have hit a barrier, and they are honestly piled up on the other side.This ancient land expresses its mystery to all, and in the eyes of the barbarian tribes of Okangas, this mystery is more like the roar of a dangerous beast to show its identity.Blood and death lay hidden under the green shade of Sahazann, and it entrenched there, watching these exiles with hunger.

There is an exciting fishy-sweet smell in the air, which always reminds everyone of the horror here. It is undoubtedly the right choice for the ancestors to escape from this place of death, but at this moment they are making stupid moves.

Marne was in a strange position in the team. Okangas was walking in front with a huge wolf carcass on his back. The limbs, tendons, tendons of the limbs of the prey were cut off, and the abdominal cavity that had been cut open was sewn up with straw ropes to form a large wolf. food bag.There was a fist-sized hole in the back of the wolf corpse's head. It is said that the leader's spear pierced its brain to kill it in one blow. The smell of blood mixed with herbs came out of the hole, making Marne swallow his saliva. .

The weight of this prey is enough for ten warriors to share, and it is a rare good thing for the poor and weak tribes. "The leader deserves to be the leader." Such thoughts emerged in the young man's mind. Marne supported Okangas' idea very much, but he, like others, felt that it was unnecessary to do so.

Behind Ma En followed about twenty strong tribal warriors, they were all the combat power of the tribe today.As a result, no one quit, and no one in the tribe wanted to be called a coward, but the expressions of most people did not look optimistic.

The tribe has entered the edge of the Saha Zane, and the tribe has officially stepped into the food chain of killing and survival. It is nothing but a slow death to escape to that desert, and the road ahead faces unimaginable Terrible survival trials.

This is a desperate situation that is more tormenting than enduring suffering in the wilderness, but I don't know when, this evasive tribe has undergone some small psychological changes.

Facing the desperate situation of life and death with little hope, from the heart that roared like a drum, anger was squeezed out of the blood.This group has had enough of decades of bruising and wandering like beasts.

This irrational anger drives the tribe to follow their leader, dedicating precious food to the mysterious shaman who may bring disaster to the tribe.

Only then did they realize that the mysterious shaman had a lot in common with this ancient land, whether what he brought was salvation or destruction.This kind of thinking made everyone shut up. Although the silent team was chaotic, it also felt a bit like a pilgrimage.

The thin "priest" was sitting on a small mound, his rickety body struggling to even raise his head, and his tattered black robe was like a stain in nature, which was very eye-catching on the vibrant lawn of Sahazahn.Omuro sat here quietly, as if he had been in a daze for a long time, his numb eyesight lost focus, as if he was integrated with this land.

boom!
The body of the big wolf was thrown to the ground by Okangas, and the sound made the old shaman come back to his senses.Omro casually glanced at the wolf corpses around him, then at Okangas and the soldiers behind him.

"food?"

"The offerings for you are the freshest food we just hunted. Your battle marks are of great help to us, and this is a return gift to the elders." The tribal leader expressed respect to a shaman of suspicious origin. Determined to make the soldiers behind him bow their heads and bow down like the leader.

Omro didn't care about the respect these people showed him, he had other problems at this time.

"Who are you?"

Perhaps it was intentional, but Okangas did not formally meet with the shaman who lived on the fringes of the tribe.All communication is through Marne.

"I am Okangas, the leader of this tribe, elder. On behalf of the warriors, I thank you for your gift." He gives more power, beyond the power of the battle pattern.

This answer did not exceed the shaman's expectation, he judged the identity of Okangas.Ordinary barbarian elders will give some responses after learning the respect given by the tribal leaders.It's a nod to strength and tradition, but omuro is anything but ordinary.

His eyes stopped on the head of the kneeling tribal chief, and he raised his cane to strike the bone mask on Okangas' face.

"What's this?" Just like the outdated old generation pulling the young people to chat about homework, Omuro casually made insulting gestures like provocation to the first warrior of the tribe.

Okangas raised his hand to stop the soldiers behind him, his tone remained unchanged, "It's the skull of a giant deer, elder."

"I know, I mean why are you wearing it?"

"My father once told me that we will draw strength from living beings. I long for the wisdom buried deep in nature, just like the wisdom of the elders."

Omro glanced at him, and the somewhat sycophantic leader felt a terrible stare at this moment.The eyes hidden in the shadow of the hood were bright and sharp.

Did you say something wrong?Okangas showed more humility. The moment the shaman glanced at him, his body trembled slightly, which was the biological instinct of being targeted by predators.This thin shaman released a terrifying murderous intent and arrogance.

"Again, what do you want?"

The shaman turned into that indifferent old man again, flipping the edge of the hole in the back of the wolf's head with the end of the wooden stick.

"Strength, we need absolute power! The power that allows us to survive in Sahazann! Whether it is food or soul, as long as my people can survive, these soldiers and I can sacrifice."

"Oh~, it's not hopeless," the shaman's unwavering tone seemed to have changed a little, "Are you looking for power, then I will give you the ultimate power."

Omro stretched out his hand, and his thin, mummy-like palm stuck to Okangas' bone mask, perhaps to perform some mysterious ritual.

Just as the leader closed his eyes to accept the gift, the sense of oppression passed through the skull to Okangas' face.

click click click...

"Old and immortal!!!" The soldier shouted angrily behind Okangas' ears, his vision was clear, and the peeling debris slid down his face.

His own mask was broken and crushed by the shaman with one hand, that was something that even he couldn't do.

This shaman has physical strength beyond imagination, which is incredible.

"I've said many times, I don't know voodoo, and I'm not a shaman. But I can still bring you power. To be precise, I help you regain the lost power."

"The faces of the leaders of the Black Dragon Family and the ancient human race are very noble. Don't wear all the rags on your face. Only the prey that is really worthy of boasting can become our accessories."

"Wisdom? Oh, all you need is strength, the ultimate strength."

Beside Ormhaide, the fury of the warrior set off a storm of anger in Sahazann, and the predators who had been lurking in the jungle began to flee under this coercion.

"Sahazann is our homeland, the trial ground I left for you, take back what was lost, those prey have been arrogant on this land for too long."

The speech of the black dragon priest did not get approval from a few people, because the entire lost family was overwhelmed by the god-like coercion of the dragon priest. beast.

"Well, in order to help you find the glorious past that was lost, I brought back our master from the past."

"Come and meet your comrades-in-arms, your god, Black Dragon, Alcalon."

The outstretched wings blocked the sunlight, and the ancient humans in the shadows only felt that their bodies were experiencing burning pain, and those golden snake eyes were like dancing flames igniting them.In fact, it is similar. The power in the ancient blood is gradually awakening with the arrival of the black dragon, and the ancient human beings are awakening from the abandoned to the strongest creatures at the top of the food chain.

Looking at the fighters whose strength was increasing and their muscles exploding in front of them, Alcalon let out a heroic roar.

"My family."

"Welcome back to the Age of Mythology."

(End of this chapter)