Old days in the box

Chapter 370 The Nibelungs are close at hand

Chapter 370 The Nibelungs are close at hand
Tayin had led the Lion Guards in battles in the past, had seen many enemies, and was well aware of the different behaviors of different people in the face of war.

A backward and conservative aboriginal tribe like this would usually not resist so fiercely.

Even if there are idiots who are willing to die for their beliefs, after destroying an entire large tribe, the remaining tribes should know that surrender is the most beneficial choice for them.

However, these indigenous people on the Black Cloud Continent showed an extremely strong attitude of resistance.

The blue icy black mist spreads across the earth with extremely low temperature will-o'-the-wisps, and the Frozen Throne is also following Tain.

Countless dead souls rose from the earth, flew in the air, and finally fell into the Frozen Throne, feeding this moving soul tomb to their heart's content.

As for the view of the River Witch Tribe, it was all exposed to Zhou Xiao's window as the army marched forward.

At this point, nearly two-thirds of the entire Black Cloud Continent has been visited by his followers, permanently opening the field of vision on the computer screen for Zhou Xiao to view at any time.

That huge spirit streaked across the sky, looming over the continent, listening to every fight and scream until all the disbelievers fell.

The defenses of the River Witch Tribe collapsed almost effortlessly.

"I'll bring more people here! Guard this entrance!"

"The order given by the big leader will definitely be correct. We just need to stick to it for a while longer..."

"The leader, the leader is gone!"

Near the severely collapsed sanctuary, the shamans of the River Witch Tribe used clumsy necromancy magic to resist the undead Ultraman's attack, but found that they could not even slow down the opponent's pace by half.

And what makes them most desperate is that the person who gave them the order to fight to the death, the leader of the River Witch Tribe, has long since disappeared.

The silent dark giants trampled their buildings lightly as if they were passing by the beach, and stretched out their hands to sweep away the remaining resisters.

A burst of wailing came one after another, and then a large number of dead souls flew out, rushing toward the Frozen Throne in the air like moths to a flame.

In the River Witch Tribe...there is no similar boundary rift found.

Zhou Xiao carefully looked at this united tribe built along the river from a God's perspective, and found nothing particularly noteworthy.

No matter whether it was Taiyin's subsequent soul torture or the rapid push of the vampire army, no updated information was obtained.

What these aborigines kept repeating were still the same descriptions.

Visitors from other worlds who walked out of the rift in the realm walked on the continent with their pseudo-Sun beliefs and indescribable faces, spreading their pseudo-Sun beliefs to them and teaching them how to avoid the curse of the sun in the sky.

But from beginning to end, Zhou Xiao never saw these so-called "visitors from another world" once, and couldn't even find the traces they left behind.

Could it be that these visitors from another world have left the atrium through the rift in the realm?
Just when Zhou Xiao was uncertain, all the sunshade buildings and underground tunnels of the River Witch tribe had been completely destroyed, and the recalcitrant aboriginal people had also been wiped out.

The frozen black mist engulfed this area, permeating the Nibelungen River across the continent, and was about to move towards the last tribal land here.

At this time, only the last and most powerful Nibelungen tribe remained in the entire Black Cloud Continent.

On the ruins burned by the war, Tain walked under the sky with countless undead flying, piercing Frostmourne into the ground, and raised a hand. The orders issued from the absolute power, the Frozen Throne feasting in the sky, and the large number of dead souls being sucked towards the throne all came to an abrupt halt, their tracks fixed by the will of the Blood Emperor.

"Everyone in power who belongs to this tribe, please come out." He said softly.

In an instant, seven departed souls flew out from the Frozen Throne, returned to Taiyin and transformed into transparent human forms, waiting for his questions.

Seven great shamans belonging to the River Witch Tribe gathered together, but the only thing missing was the great leader who led the tribe.

"What's going on with the last remaining tribe?" Taiyin asked.

"The Nibelungen Tribe, the most powerful tribe on the continent, has always occupied the upper reaches of the Nibelungen River, occupying the treasures leading to Niflheim, the Kingdom of Mist, to dominate the country." Revenant. They replied in unison.

Tain has tried to inquire about visitors from other worlds several times, but has not achieved any results. Now the only thing he can obtain is the information about the last potential enemy.

"What treasures are there in the Nibelung River?" Tain continued to ask.

"The legendary magic gold is an object that can cut off the curse of loved ones. A ring made of this gold will give its holder the power to rule the world." The dead souls replied in unison.

The story of the magic gold at the bottom of the Nibelung River is a long-standing legend originating from Germanic folk, and Zhou Xiao, as a former practitioner in the gaming industry, is somewhat familiar with it.

This legendary story has many different adaptations in later generations, one of which is indeed roughly the same as what these dead souls said.

It is said that there is a mysterious piece of gold hidden at the bottom of the Nibelung river. Whoever can cast this piece of gold into a ring will gain the power to rule the world.

In that story, a dwarf swore off love because he was laughed at by a fairy. He jumped into the river to get the magic gold and cast it into a ring. Later, he was forced to take it away because of the fools of the gods. A ring.

In desperation, the dwarf cursed that all those who got the ring would be killed by the ring, and this came true one by one in subsequent stories, until the ring finally sank back into the water, bringing with it The end of heaven.

Of course, the story is just a story, and it cannot be the real version, not to mention that what they are discussing now comes from a legend that happened in the nine realms of Northern Europe where there are real gods.

Judging from the divine knowledge currently possessed by Zhou Xiao, the so-called magic gold is more likely to be the sleeping part left by a certain authority in the world.

This was not uncommon in the ancient knowledge that gradually revived in his mind.

For example, the power of war will materialize into the so-called sword of heroes, and the power of the ocean will materialize into the so-called Trident of Poseidon. Any incomplete power may integrate some sleeping concepts into some kind of materialized object. , lost somewhere in the world.

"It seems that it may be a creation of authority... In this case, this tribe may have resistance power that other tribes do not have."

Tai Yin's thoughts were the same as Zhou Xiao's, and they both realized that this was probably a sleeping aggregation from a certain authority.

No matter which authority this comes from, if it has fallen into the hands of the Nibelungen tribe, it will probably have a great impact on the next campaign of the Old Faith.

"Your Majesty, do we still need to give them an ultimatum?" the knights asked anxiously on the ruins.

"There is no need for this. We have been landing for a long time, and the news has already spread throughout the continent. Since they have not expressed anything, it means that they have decided on their position." Tai Yin shook his head, turned around and looked into the deepest part of the continent.

"Order the entire army to complete the final expedition."

(End of this chapter)

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