Old days in the box

Chapter 369 Is the person who is ready to take action an enemy or a friend?

The imperceptible black liquid danced on the shoulders, and the guard transformed into a woman walked into the large oak door, walked straight into the shaman's sanctuary, and walked inside.

This is the meeting hall that only the most authoritative great shamans of the River Witch Tribe are qualified to set foot in. Representatives from dozens of small tribes are gathering here at the moment to discuss how to deal with the old beliefs.

Sure enough, as she thought, other people coming back from the border had already informed them of the vampire's warning.

She sneaked into the meeting hall silently, and the black symbiote that was raging behind her turned into slime tentacles, silently wandering in the corners of the hall, capturing the lonely and distracted great shamans.

Once, twice, three times, she finally seduced the attention of a fool, swallowed him into her body while drinking and drinking, took away his appearance and memory, and returned to the center of the chamber as him.

The representatives of the tribes are still discussing fiercely, but no one has the right to take the final idea. The River Witch Tribe is a united tribe established along the Nibelung River. They only have a common leader. Only then can the final decision be made.

The great shaman transformed into a woman passed through the chamber, sneaked into the corridor leading to the leader's room while no one was paying attention, and walked quickly along the candle-lit passage.

Countless noisy and chaotic voices surged around here one after another. The woman successfully identified the voice coming from the leader of the river witch and followed the voice to find his dormitory.

She lay silently on the door of the dormitory like a ghost, listening to the sounds coming from inside. Her symbiote could hear other people's inner voices, thus peeking into and invading his deepest desires.

There was no one else in the room, only the big leader himself was thinking hard, wondering whether he should abandon the hypocritical teachings and choose to surrender for the sake of the survival of the tribal people.

The big leader noticed the change in the lights, and as soon as he turned around he saw her, a woman crawling slowly on the ground.

Her body outlines seductive curves like a devil, swinging her waist in just the right posture to crawl towards the big leader, like a lover full of expectations and a slave with temptation.

If they were to die at the hands of that kind of nightmare army now, turning into half-dead undead and being enslaved to eternity, it would be even more uncomfortable than death.

The big leader wanted to say something, but he couldn't find any words in his mind. He could only watch helplessly as the woman who once called herself Mrs. Venom flooded himself with countless black mucus until the sight in front of him completely disappeared.

"Is it you?" The big leader was stunned. He wanted to breathe but suddenly couldn't seem to catch his breath.

The woman listened quietly to the complex inner voice of the leader. The venom symbiote behind her spread like a spider web, leading her silently up the wall, flowing quickly like a liquid, until she passed through the transom window and entered the bedroom.

A pool of black slime that looked like liquid but was not liquid slowly crawled down from the transom, blowing out the lights in the bedroom, and gradually transformed into that exquisite body in the darkness, emerging from the wall. Climb down to the ground.

"Are you already considering surrendering, big leader?" The venom followed the woman's hand and wrapped around him, entering the depths of his heart and exploring every thought and memory he had.

Although they also believe in the hypocrisy, they are always believers in the goddess of death. They believe that in order to have a complete and peaceful life, they must die with the natural life span and then be buried all the way from the Nibelung River to the end of their lives. country, only in this way can we become a member of the sentient beings on the other side of the underworld.

The pseudo-Japanese faith was originally brought by a visitor from another world, but what they didn't expect was that this visitor never intended to lead them on the right path. What she and the master behind her were really interested in were people from far away. The ancient god on the other side of the ocean.

The woman stroked the big leader's head, hugged him into her arms, pressed against her exquisite and alluring body, and let out a bone-chilling laugh.

When some guards heard the noise coming from the leader's dormitory, they took the lead and pushed open the door. But when they walked into the dim room, all they saw was the big leader, and the strange feeling of fading secrecy in the room.

"If the order goes down, our River Witch tribe will never give in easily under the threat of the old beliefs. We will fight against the hypocritical fanatics to the end and dedicate our loyalty to the goddess of death."

The big leader smiled secretly, showing a confident yet cruel expression.

The fate of this tribe has already fallen.

A quarter of an hour later in the night, the order to refuse surrender was conveyed from the River Witch Sanctuary.

Continuous torches were lit at this end of the river, and countless young shamans and warlocks formed a battle line. They followed the orders of the big leader and decided to fight to the end and fight to the death against those nightmare legions.

But their resistance did not last long.

An hour later, the number of deep-diving vampires that surged over from the Black Tide tribe was ten times the number when they first landed, instantly devouring them.

After completely destroying the entire Black Tide tribe, the number of the undead army has surged to an unprecedented level.

The death knights, undead Ultraman, and ship ghosts flying in the air rushed out of the fog and invaded from different directions. They had a brief conflict with the river witch shamans, and then stepped over their corpses and continued towards the river witches. forward.

Those indigenous people killed by the newly transformed second-generation species were resurrected into inferior third-generation species, which in turn gave birth to inferior fourth-generation species, and so on.

After several generations of resurrection and transformation, these newly absorbed lesser vampires are gradually unable to maintain a perfect human form, and their spirits are not strong enough to control such a powerful power of the undead.

Compared with the first and second generation species with perfect talents, they have become closer to the vampires in the story, possessing photophobia and bloodthirsty instincts, and their appearance has become more beastly and gigantic.

Under the leadership of these new bloodthirsty half-human, half-animal troops, Tain's army became even more unstoppable.

The hundreds of thousands of troops that originally landed here have now rapidly expanded to millions or even millions. In addition to the enemies who have just been killed and transformed, the aboriginal cemeteries that have been buried here for generations have also been destroyed by death knights. Awaken, summon all the corpses that have been dead for decades to fight for them.

The war situation in the entire River Witch tribe is so complicated that even Taiyin, the ancestor of the bloodline, cannot sense the location and actions of all the first-generation seed descendants in real time.

He just fought his way into the sanctuary of the River Witch Tribe, completely destroying the area with the greatest resistance, and then stood on the ruins and looked at other places where the war was raging.

"What's wrong, Your Majesty?" The death knight who was traveling with him noticed his doubts and asked.

"Something's wrong, this is going too smoothly, and are the people here really so tenacious? Are they willing to die one tribe after another for a pseudo-Japanese belief?" Taiyin replied solemnly.

(End of this chapter)