Chapter 59: Qingman Mountain

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　　 Green Cang screamed, and all the people under the cliff suddenly shrank, shrank there like a tree stump, motionless again.
　　The black and shiny blue eagle with feathers in the sky, with a gleam of doubt in its eyes, traversed an arc in the void, and flew down again, the wings spread and the rolled up rocks splashed, and the atmosphere was very strong.
　　 is still that unpleasant smell.
gone.
　　 Through the gaps in the thick clothes, Xia Tuo saw Cangqing flying away, carefully moving his steps, as slow as a tortoise crawling, and the other people behind him followed one by one.
　　 In this way, under the constant attention of Cang Qing, everyone left the Fallen Eagle Cliff Valley without any danger, and entered a cave under the night.
　　 rumbling!
　　 pushed a huge stone to block the entrance of the cave. The bonfire ignited, some soldiers took out the stone pot to boil hot water, and dug out dried meat and potato from the corner of the cave.
　　 Xia Tuo stuffed the received potato into the ashes under the bonfire, picked up a branch and pulled the plant ash to cover the potato.
　　 "Let's go through the Miasma Swamp next."
　　 Following the fire, Xia Tuo saw the red dot on the hide map and said aloud.
"Yes."
　　 Deer said as he pulled the potato out of the bonfire, broke it directly without too much heat, and stuffed it in his mouth.
　　 He knows that his clan elder doesn't care about him like this, as long as the things he explained are done well, the rest are small sections.
　　 "Don't worry, the patriarch, there is a gas mask, and I have been wading through the miasma swamp many times."
　　 When said by the deer, the corner of Xia Tuo's mouth was slightly tilted, and he couldn't help showing a small smug. Grandma's, having been in this wild land for such a long time, his wisdom was once again useful.
　　 The gas mask is his proud work. There are a lot of miasma in the wild mountains and forests, and sometimes the miasma can be erratic, even if the totem warrior inhales the body, it will cause dizziness, poisoning, and even direct death.
　　 He asked the Ministry of Defense to make a gas mask from wild fangs pigskin, and made a filter with a thin translucent inner membrane from the beast.
　　 For the people of the tribe, these are like miracles. The old man was stunned when he saw him, and chased him to ask what witchcraft it was.
　　……
　　 Poisonous Miasma Swamp, which runs through the depths of the mountains, exudes a strong odor, as if countless bones have been deposited over a long period of time.
　　 There are bubbles from time to time on the surface of the swamp, and thick poisonous gas floats out, blending into the poisonous miasma above, and there are some poisonous substances crawling on it quickly, and the whole body is covered with ugly bags.
　　噗!
Xia Tuo waved a huge poisonous toad with his sword back into the air. He was standing on a bamboo raft. Three members of the tribe were riding on the same bamboo raft. With long bamboo poles in his hands, he kept plunged into the mud. In the middle, pushing the bamboo raft fast forward.
　　 The bamboo raft was scattered with witch medicine powder to expel poisonous insects. Even so, there were still a lot of poisons rushing towards the bamboo raft. Xia Tuo took the lead, and the bronze sword in his hand kept shooting out, and the poison was flying away.
　　 He could kill the blue eagle with a single sword, but he didn't dare to wave here. These poisons had already rotted into his stomach. Once the flesh and blood splashed on his body, his armor would inevitably rot.
　　 Behind him, the deer and other tribesmen drove two bamboo rafts closely behind them. Everyone wore a thick gas mask and seemed to breathe a little.
　　噗!
　　 At this moment, Xia Tuo, standing at the forefront of the bamboo raft, grabbed a bamboo spear standing in the mud and threw it into the distance.
　　 A black snake covered in venomous sores was directly pierced into the distant mud by a bamboo spear. The head of the snake plunged into the mud, and the body of the snake several meters long was still swinging.
　　 Then the next moment, a group of poisons burrowed out of the mud, directly biting the poisonous snake and dividing it to eat.
　　咻! call out! call out!
　　 Bamboo spears continued to strike out, knocking the poisonous beasts into the air. These bamboo spears were undoubtedly put into the swamp in advance, and no fewer than a thousand were scattered throughout the swamp.
　　 But there are not many that can be seen along the way right now, most of them have been destroyed or sunk, and there are very few left.
"what……"
　　 There are too many poisons in the mud, and some small poisons are impossible to prevent.
　　 "Ming."
　　 Xia Tuo turned his head to look, and a soldier on the bamboo raft twitched all over and fell in the blink of an eye. The whole person turned into a pool of thick water, and there was no time to speak.
　　Ming fell in the mouth of the poison, making the people who had been shocked for the past few days, and the sense of urgency slightly relaxed, suddenly became nervous.
　　噗!
　　 The deer swung a knife and slapped a poisonous insect like a scorpion. It was it that poisoned the sound.
what……
　　 At this moment, there was another scream, and a black light flew from the mud, penetrated Lu's body, and Lu directly poured into the mud.
　　 "Don't!"
　　 "Pull him up!"
　　 "Pull him up!"
　　……
　　 For a while, everyone panicked.
　　噗!
　　 Xia Tuo grabbed a bamboo spear outside the bamboo raft, jumped up and plunged into the mud beside Lu.
　　 The bamboo pole quickly sank into the swamp. At the moment he was about to completely submerge, he grabbed the foot of half of his body, and slammed the bamboo spear with his big hand, and then returned to the bamboo raft.
　　 "Patriarch, I...I can't go green with you..."
　　 took off the gas mask, Lu's face was pale as paper, and the totems and gods engraved on his body were already dimmed. He stared at Xia Tuo with his eyes wide, and opened his mouth to speak.
　　 "My brother, he..."
　　The words were not finished, Lu Gang's slightly raised arm fell on the bamboo raft, and there was no sound.
　　 Xia Tuo turned and stood at the forefront of the bamboo raft, some eyes that dared not look at Lulu, the breath in the gas mask became more and more sultry.
　　 "Patriarch, Ah Lu has gone."
　　 "Leave the swamp first."
Without responding to the deer's words, Xia Tuo returned to the bamboo raft at the forefront again. Faced with the poison, the bronze sword in his hand became more and more fierce. He blessed the bright witch patterns on the sword and shot the poison away and smashed it. Twitching in the mud.
　　 Two clansmen fell into the swamp one after another, allowing the remaining clansmen to speed up their pace, and finally stepped out of the swamp land as night fell.
　　 After hiding the bamboo raft, a group of people carried the dead foot on a shelf woven with branches and vines, and headed towards the habitat in the deep forest. Fortunately, it was close to the poisonous miasma swamp, and there were no beasts nearby.
　　 came to the habitat outside the swamp, the atmosphere among the people was dull, no one made a sound, secretly looked at Xia Tuo in front.
　　 "Patriarch, when we came out, we were ready."
　　 Finally, the deer walked behind Xia Tuo, and said for a moment.
　　 "Yes, patriarch, I am not afraid of death."
　　 "Yes, we are not afraid to come here."
　　 "We are not afraid."
　　……
　　 Compared to other people in the tribe, as explorers to Qingman Mountain, they naturally know what Xia Tuo is doing.
　　For the tribe!
　　All for the tribe!
　　All the soldiers who came here, more than a year ago, some of them did not have enough food and clothing, some were wandering in the mountains and lingering, and some were even slaves.
　　 However, everything has changed since I came to the Xia tribe. The tribe didn't have them all over the world and regarded them as their own.
　　 Their relatives are no longer suffering from life-threatening danger, no longer enduring hunger, and even themselves become totem warriors, all because of the person standing in front of them at this moment.
　　The men of the Great Wilderness, never too much rhetoric.
　　 The patriarch is good to me, this fate belongs to the patriarch!
　　 "Lu Heming will be buried here temporarily, and when we come back, we will find a way to bring it back to the tribe for burial."
　　 After a long time, Xia Tuo turned around, his expression was a little hazy under the night, and his voice sounded a little hoarse.
　　 Everyone looked at him suspiciously, Lu said, but Ming was the bones corroded by the poison, and only the broken armor was left.
　　 But the deer soon understood, and soon led the tribe to dig in the cave and buried Lu Heming's broken armor.
　　 This night, everyone was very quiet, and the people felt that Xia Tuo was in a bad mood, and they suppressed their breath one by one.
　　The two totem warriors were turned off at once, which made Xia Tuo's whole person feel bad in an instant, even if he had expected it in his heart before leaving, but when things really happened before his eyes, this kind of feeling was very uncomfortable.
　　 These are all good men in the tribe. Over the past year, he has completely integrated the tribe through totems. He has long regarded everyone in the tribe as his own tribe.
　　 He has a feeling of being a big family, even if he is not very old, but his mind is already different from other people. In a year, he seems to be used to this kind of life.
　　……
　　 Rocky Mountain, Bone Forest...
　　 Everyone went all the way, and finally arrived outside Qingman Mountain after five days.
　　 Xia Tuo stands on the top of the mountain, overlooking the mountains and forests, one after another, the mountains are undulating, clouds obscuring the sun, and there is no end in sight.
　　 "Patriarch, the Qingman Mountain is in front of you. At night, when the moonlight falls, you can see Qingman Mountain appear in front of you."
　　" Temporarily settle down and wait until the evening~EbookFREE.me~ Xia Tuo ordered that the mountain that can be manifested at night obviously has something hidden, it should be witchcraft.,
"Ok."
　　 At this time, he felt a heat in his waist, and he took out the jade plaque easily. The bloodshot into the jade was as red as blood, as if it was about to drip out.
　　 He held the jade plaque and held it up, squinting at it. The jade plaque was scorching hot, as if it had been burnt red.
　　 "Woo...""
　　 If there is no time, there is a deep whimper in his ear, like a cry, like a dull cry, which is fundamentally different from a whimper.
　　 "Patriarch, I heard someone crying."
　　 Some of the clansmen who followed behind said.
　　 "I heard it too, it's an old man."
　　 "Nonsense, obviously a child."
　　 "It's a woman crying."
　　 The deer's expression standing behind Xia Tuo suddenly froze, and clenched the weapon in his hand. When the rest of the clansmen saw it, they became vigilant and looked around each other.
　　 "The patriarch."
　　 Lowered his voice, Lu said to Xia Tuo.
　　 All the tribesmen looked at Xia Tuo for a while, and now there are ten people left in his group, and two more tribesmen were lost along the way.
　　 As the patriarch, Xia Tuo is the backbone of everyone.
　　 At this moment, Xia Tuo felt that the totem pattern on his chest was also scorching hot.