Vol 2 Chapter 138: -Hunt for the Black Mountain tribe

The heavy rain was heavy, the sky flashed with thunder, and it was dizzy within a hundred steps into the eye. A little farther away, you could not see clearly.
The black bear led seven or eight clansmen, carrying weapons, and walking forward cursing in the heavy rain.
This god, not long-eyed at all, knows that today is the day to collect prey from various tribes, and there is no end to the next.
Damn it, the heavy rain that has been pouring since yesterday afternoon, why hasn't it stopped a bit?
"Damn it!" The black bear raised the wooden spear in his hand and cursed on his back.
Like the black bears, other people of the Black Mountain tribe are suffocated by this weather, but they dare not yell like a black bear. After all, in primitive times, most people still have a deep awe of God. .
The group speeded up their pace and walked forward. After walking again, the black bear said, "Everyone will bear with me for a while. It will be much better after the Frost Valley tribe. I remember that there is a kind of hot soup in their tribe. It’s warm, when the time comes, we will let Ji Thief make broth for us to drink."
Hearing the description of the black bear, the faces of all the tribes were yearning, and a cannibal could not help asking: "Master Black Bear, is the soup really as good as you said? How does it taste better than blood? "
A triumphant expression appeared on the black bear's face: "I know at a glance that you haven't had any soup. That thing is much better than blood. It doesn't work anymore. With that said, my greedy worms were all caught out."
The cannibals laughed loudly, and while laughing, they also said proudly: "The other tribes certainly don't have such good treatment as ours."
"That's not it, this soup is only available in the Frost Valley tribe."
Everyone talked, laughed, and talked and behaved in a completely relaxed manner. It seemed that they hadn't noticed the murderous aura hidden in the heavy rain.
After about an hour's journey, the black bear finally saw the iconic wooden door of the Frost Valley Tribe.
It's strange, after ten days of absence, the wooden door has increased a lot.
The black bear muttered in his mouth.
He came forward, put his hands around his mouth to form a trumpet, and shouted: "Hey, Ji Thief, open the door quickly!"
The rain rolled into his throat along his hands, choking the black bear coughing violently.
On the cross bridge, there was movement.
Aliang stood up with a wooden spear in his hand, and when he saw that it was a black bear, he shouted: "Master Black Bear, why are you here so late today?"
Hei Xiong spit out all the rain in his mouth, cursing: "It's not that the weather has delayed the time. Okay, don't talk nonsense, where is the thief?"
Aliang smiled and said, "The Lord Warrior is counting the prey in the tribe."
"I've just counted it now? Forget it, you quickly open the door to me, and make broth for my people." The black bear was only a little surprised, and then he returned to normal. He didn't think there would be anything in the Frost Valley tribe. The danger occurs.
A Liang agreed and waved to the bottom.
With a creaking sound, the wooden door slowly opened, and the black bear stepped in without even thinking about it.
If he can pay a little attention to the Hengqiao before entering the valley, he will find that there are more than a dozen Frost Valley people hidden on the Hengqiao.
If he could be more careful, it would not be difficult to find that Alianna couldn't stop the shaking hands because of his excitement.
When the black bear walked straight into the valley and walked for more than 30 steps, he felt that something was wrong. Why didn't the Shuanggu people come to lead the way? This is not the same style as the Frost Valley Tribe who was so diligent before.
Is it because of rain?
Forget it, don't think so much.
Keep going.
After taking dozens of steps, the black bear suddenly said, "Stop it all."
Several cannibals asked the black bear doubtfully: "What's the matter with Lord Black Bear?"
The black bear bit his lip and said, "Did you hear anything?"
"Voice? Nothing."
The black bear frowned and said: "It's strange that there is no sound. Think about it. When we came here before, didn't those prey always yell? Why didn't they yell today?"
"Is it raining too loudly? Lord Black Bear."
"No matter how big it is, it can't overshadow the animal's cry!" When the black bear said this, the anxiety in his heart became more intense.
In the dark, there seemed to be a voice in the black bear's ear shouting: "Go!"
Ghosts and gods are average, and the black bear has an urge to go back.
"Let me tell you why there is no sound."
In the heavy rain, a very penetrating sound fell into everyone's ears through the rain curtain.
When the black bear heard this voice, he was taken aback: "Ji Thief?"
The moment he heard Ji Thief's voice, the black bear couldn't help being a little angry: "Damn it, what tricks Ji Thief are you doing!"
Click, click.
The sound of footsteps on the water came one after another, and a tall figure slowly appeared.
Is it a thief?
No, Ji Thief is not so tall.
But that voice clearly belongs to Ji Thief.
"Ji thief, what the are you doing!" The anxiety in his heart became stronger, and the black bear panicked and couldn't help but yell.
"Fifty-nine days ago, the Black Mountain tribe dispatched two hundred people to attack my Frost Valley tribe! I was relieved for a while, and let the black bear go your way. Forty-two days ago, instead of repenting, you instigated the tribe, Ye Jishuang Valley tribe. That day, the thin elder died in battle. The Frost Valley tribe was killed 33 tribesmen from top to bottom, and 42 female tribesmen were taken abducted. And my snow! You bastards, let the snow fall. I have been in a coma for thirty-seven days! This blood debt, today, you will pay for it!"
As Ji Zei's louder and more powerful words fell, his figure gradually appeared in the rain.
The tiger under the crotch, holding an iron spear.
What a first warrior in Frost Valley!
The black bear standing on the ground was horrified: "Ji, Ji thief, you, what do you mean!"
Ji thief hung his iron spear and looked calmly through the rain curtain: "Black bear, didn't you ask, why there is no call of prey today? I tell you, because I will hunt the Black Mountain tribe today! I want you These beast heads come to pay homage to the dead souls of the clan!"
When the word "unjust soul" fell, shouts came from all directions in the cave.
The sound was neat, just like a person shouted, and the sound was loud, as if it were going to overshadow the thunder on the horizon.
Click.
Thunder and lightning flashed, and the dim sky was illuminated at this moment, allowing the black bear to see what Ji Thief looked like at this time.
Isn't the figure of a spear and a tiger standing in the heavy rain really a god?
The black bear was in a trance. After a while, he woke up and hurriedly shouted: "Ji Thief, I warn you, if you dare to move me, my father will never let you go, he will definitely kill you!"
"Hehe, after today, there will be no Black Mountain tribe. Kill!"
Amidst a burst of laughter that looked like a reminder, Ji Thief shouted violently, holding the iron spear horizontally in his hand, pointing at the black bear.
Killing the word exit, the horn of attack has been sounded.
"kill!"
The tall Tushan led three equally sturdy bear and tiger tribesmen, charging ahead.
A Ju and A Zhi led a well-trained team from both sides to besiege.
Behind them, there are countless, invisible Frost Valley people.
How many are that?
Fifty? Or a hundred?
They don't know, they simply can't figure it out, isn't the Frost Valley tribe only left with 20 people?
When will they come out so many people?
The cannibals were all dumbfounded.
Puff puff puffed the wooden spear into the flesh, and the blood fell on the ground, but it was washed away by the rain in a flash.
The blood in front of him made the black bear react, and he opened his throat and roared loudly: "Ji thief, you are done, you are done, dare to attack the great Black Mountain warrior, wait, when I return, all your clansmen must be killed. have eaten!"
Bang!
There was a muffled sound, and a gust of wind came from behind, and the black bear got wet behind his head, staggered under his feet, and threw directly to the ground.
In the mud, he hurriedly turned his head to look and saw that he was polite to him just now, and he took a mouthful of Mr. Black Bear called Ali, who was standing in the heavy rain with a cold face at this time, holding his hands. Holding a wooden spear still stained with his own blood, he said blankly: "Don't worry, you won't have a chance to go back. The door has been closed by me. This is the cemetery chosen by Lord Warrior for you!"