On the edge of a large black canyon on the grassland, there is an irregular khaki village in a low-lying place.
The village is like a dark patch on the yellowish prairie.
On the edge of the village is a place similar to ruins, and you can still see crooked or straight stone pillars everywhere.
Under the sunset light, it is peaceful here.
Several African elephants were dyed red all over. The elephant's four pillar-like legs were followed by a baby elephant. The baby elephant ran forward a few steps from time to time, and then was entangled by the elephant's trunk to slow down.
Beside a few sparse green tall trees, several giraffes stretched their necks and chewed the leaves, flicking their tails peacefully and silently.
The trees here are all growing alone, and at most a few trees form a cluster.
Koenna stood at the gate of the village, watching a group of topless black women dancing around a campfire. They raised their hands and clapped their hands from time to time, singing unknown desolate songs loudly.
An old woman with a face comparable to Rosedam's was sitting by the bonfire, clapping her hands and singing a few words to the rhythm of her voice from time to time.
There was a young man playing a tambourine on the side, very rhythmic.
Someone was hitting each other with white thighbones, making a popping sound.
When Kohenna woke up this morning, he found that Rosedam was missing, and he couldn't find it after searching for a while. Then he left the house alone.
The aborigines outside are very friendly to him. Although they don't understand the language, these aborigines also know how to smile.
Here, in this completely unfamiliar tribal village, Koenna suddenly felt an unprecedented peace.
"It's nice here, isn't it?"
Rosdam's voice suddenly came from beside him.
"Yes." Cohen nodded, he had long been used to the other party's elusive presence.
"This village has simple people and ancient heritage. It's a pity that we can't stay here for long." He said regretfully.
"Why?" Cohen asked in a low voice, "Didn't you say it was safe here?" He touched a scar on his chin, and this deepest scar gave him a different kind of masculinity.
"Let me tell you the truth." Rosdam turned his head, a trace of fear flashed in his eyes. "Actually, like you, I am also being hunted down."
"No way." Cohen opened his eyes wide, "Is there anyone who can chase you down?"
"A very powerful existence. Very powerful." Rosdam replied in a low voice. "You are now with me, and may be in the same danger."
"You know Rosdam, you give me the impression that you are selling counterfeit medicine." Cohen didn't believe it at all, this old guy cheated every time. He didn't know how many times he had been lied to.
"Forget it if you don't believe me." Rosdam also shrugged. No more talking, both of them quietly enjoyed the dance of the native people around the bonfire.
He quietly glanced in a certain direction outside the village.
As for Kornna's troubles, they were just mortal entanglements, and they were nothing. Compared to this, if that guy catches up again.
After so many years of chasing and killing, running around XZ, maybe it's time for the final ending.
Thinking of the scramble for profit at the beginning, and the burial and death of friends one by one, perhaps from the beginning, no one expected such an ending.
He was already tired of living in constant hiding. It was also a good choice to choose to return to his hometown, where he was born and died.
Rosdam turned his eyes to the old woman in the crowd.
"Don't give up, we will always stand behind you, Dam." Said the old woman's eyes.
"Yeah. I lost everything, but I still remember, I still have you." A chrysanthemum-like smile appeared on Rossdam's face again. He suddenly raised his hands high, clenched into fists, closed his eyes reverently, and sang loudly following the rhythm.
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In the distance from the village, on the cliff edge of the Grand Canyon.
Under the setting sun, a skinny old man in gray and black striped clothes was standing at this moment, leaning on a sheep skull crutch, quietly looking in the direction of the distant village.
There was a deep scar on the old man's forehead, as if some sharp knife had cut through the flesh and carved it on the forehead and skull.
"Fate has brought me here, Rosdam, you can't escape"
The old man was stooped, as if he could be blown down by a gust of wind.
But at this moment, there were actually two golden lions prostrate at his feet. One lion was shaking its mane from time to time, and its strong, streamlined, muscular fur was dyed red by the setting sun.
The clothes on the old man's body seemed to be wrapped with many cloth strips. Compared with the neat and orderly mummy, the cloth strips on his body were more chaotic and messy.
"Everything is guided by fate."
He slowly raised his crutches and tapped lightly on the ground.
Snapped.
The two male lions at the feet immediately roared and roared, stood up in a prostrate posture, shook their heads and walked towards the village.
In the woods behind them, on the grassland, lionesses began to appear densely at this time, and the number was actually dozens.
After the lions, there are large groups of spotted wild dogs. They run briskly in groups and cry like children. Looking at the number, it turned out to be a large black mass, no less than a thousand heads.
These are enough to pass over the grassland like locusts. From a high altitude, it looks like a black cloud rushing towards the village.
After that came a group of red-faced baboons, these mighty creatures, so fierce that even leopards would shy away from them, ran in groups, swinging their arms. Between and behind the pack of wild dogs, they roared from time to time, showing their sharp eyes. teeth.
The old man stood on the cliff, looking down at the huge herd of ferocious beasts rushing towards him.
"Destiny!!" he yelled loudly. "Tear up everyone who stands in your way!!"
That is the local aboriginal language, but the syllable seems to be a kind of singing, a kind of praise.
Dang bang bang bang! ! !
Immediately, there was a rapid beating of gongs in the village, and the aborigines rushed into the village, erecting spiky wooden fences one by one deftly, and the thick wooden fences like arms seemed to give people a great sense of security.
The villagers all showed panic, watching the herd of beasts rushing in the distance.
Someone was speaking loudly and calling something in the native language.
Some people hid in their houses with children in their arms, and some held weapons such as spears, bows and arrows, but most of them focused their eyes on the bonfire in the middle.
There sat the most mysterious and powerful witch doctor in the village - Daryl.
Daryl was also holding a crutch, made of black wood, with a string of bone chains of different colors hanging from it.
"Don't worry. Our ancestors have always been by our side." She roared loudly. She clearly looked like an old man in her eighties or nineties, but her voice was as loud and powerful as a young man's.
As if with magical power, as her voice spread, hundreds of natives in the village fell silent immediately. They gathered on the square at the entrance of the village, and the men picked up weapons, spears, javelins, bows and arrows, bent Knife, axe. There are all kinds of weapons.
Under the leadership of the leader, the women began to gather around the village with solid houses on the outskirts, with wooden fences and bags of stone and soil piled between them. Make a makeshift fortress.
Daryl looked far away, and she could see that the person standing on the cliff in the distance was the culprit of everything.
"The messenger of disaster like the plague, he is back"
Geek Fibo, the name may have been forgotten by too many people.
The name that made everyone fear back then, and the figure that made all the tribes tremble, finally returned.
That epic experience and story is an unforgettable memory for Daryl.
For a moment she thought Geek Fibo was dead.
But he didn't expect that he was just lured away by Rosdam, and he was lured away because of that thing.
"The things of our ancestors cannot be defiled. That is the root of everything we have, the root of our blood!" Daryl looked at Rosedam among the crowd.
The two looked at each other and nodded firmly.
Cohen felt so sensitively that he might be involved in something even more extraordinary.
He watched his old friend and the old woman flirting with each other, feeling an indescribable strangeness in his heart.
"It's a little bad," he asked in a low voice.
"We are about to return to the embrace of our ancestors." Rosdam said indifferently.
"I'll wipe it." Cohen's face changed, this time he could see that his old friend was not joking. "you sure?".
"Could it be because of the crystal document you mentioned?" He seemed to have thought of something, "That supreme document that you revered as a sacred object for your ancestors?"
"Yes. That document has always been with me." Rosdam hid in the crowd and explained to Korn in a low voice. At this time Daryl began to cheer up the morale loudly, using strange local language that he couldn't understand.
All the natives showed grief and indignation on their faces, and their morale was suddenly boosted.
What's weird is that the ferocious beasts outside the village, when they were within ten meters away from the village, they stopped consciously and let out a fearful whining sound. It seemed that there was something terrible ahead.
Rosdam watched as the beast stopped outside. "That's right, the purpose of the person who chased me down was to obtain the ancestral document, which is what you call the supreme document."
Seeing this miracle, the natives immediately cheered. They shouted loudly, beat their chests, and raised their spears to make threatening sounds. But more is kneeling on the ground praying loudly.
"The Zhiwen document is more troublesome than the secret of the lucky stone clock. It caused so many turbulent turmoil back then." Even if he is not from that world, Cohen knows a little bit about it. The Zhiwen document with mysterious power is the source of all the power of these tribesmen, and it has mysterious and incredible power.
(end of this chapter)