In the silent mountain forest, several thin, light green figures were running quickly.
The breeze surrounded their feet, making their speed particularly nimble; the vegetation and vines near them moved away automatically, without hindering their progress at all. Although he was running in the jungle, he was more agile than ordinary people running in the plains.
These were several young men and women from the Wood tribe. Their faces were distorted, with a look of extreme fear. They were biting the wood sticks in their mouths, not daring to make a sound, and just used their own magical power to escape forward.
Behind them, a dozen or so looming figures were slowly catching up.
Across the distance of a mountain, there was a faint sound of wolf howling, and a figure chasing behind suddenly sneered: "You little bastard who doesn't know whether to live or die, why don't you kneel down quickly and follow us back? There is still a way to survive. I am a useless wolf, but I can't lose your scent even though we are more than a hundred miles away. Can you escape?"
Several young people from the Mu tribe didn't dare to say anything, they just kept their heads down and ran forward.
The pursuers behind him suddenly stood still and raised their long bows. The figure just now said calmly: "Since you want to leave, just stay alive."
There was no sound at all, only a few arrow shadows were seen passing by in the forest. The bodies of several fleeing Mu tribe youths froze at the same time, and they heard the sound of "Puff", like a heavy rain hitting plantains on an autumn night. Each one was thin and thin. Fast arrows continuously penetrated their bodies, bringing out strands of hot blood from their bodies.
In the blink of an eye, several fleeing Wood tribe youths were beaten as hard as a sieve. Sharp arrows kept coming. The powerful arrows lifted up their bodies. Their bodies, which had lost all life, stood there stiffly and trembling. , but could not fall to the ground.
The merciless arrows struck one after another until the bodies of several young people from the Wood tribe exploded into a ball of blood mist. Only then did the arrows stop.
'Back'!
The dozen or so figures chasing behind them shouted softly at the same time, and slapped the quiver on their waist heavily with their hands. A spiritual light erupted from the quiver made of animal skin, and the sound of rustling could be heard. The thousands of arrows they shot rose into the sky like a swarm of locusts, and flew back to the arrows on their waists.
"A bunch of little bastards who don't know whether to live or die, it's their honor to be able to work hard for the destiny prince. Run, run, run, they want to run all day long... Tsk, those Taoists are of no use, until now There are still people who are thinking about escaping. Is what they are promoting actually useful?"
A figure complained in a low voice, and the group of people suddenly started discussing.
After a while, a deep horn sound came from the distance. A dozen people hurriedly whistled and galloped towards the direction from which the horn sound came. There was a faint breeze surrounding them behind them, and there were various ferocious birds fluttering their wings in the storm, making them feel as if they were flying as they ran.
Dozens of gray-colored wolves panted silently and ran forward following the group of people.
Not long after, I saw dozens of members of the Wood and Tu tribes fleeing in panic in the forest ahead, with hundreds of figures and various war beasts chasing after them.
There was a clear sound of gold and iron clashing. The pursuers from behind and the dozen newly arrived people drew their long bows at the same time. Suddenly, arrows rained down on them. The natives who were trapped on a small grassland in the forest were hit by a rain of arrows. After washing it carefully, it was finally ejected into a blur of blood.
After crossing this area of mountains and forests and traveling forward for a hundred thousand miles, a large number of peaks among the mountains were removed and flattened, revealing a plain with a radius of hundreds of thousands of miles. Countless natives were working feverishly on this plain, building cities, digging trenches, and building formations. They were sweating profusely and had a look of madness on their faces.
Countless strong indigenous warriors lined up in neat lines, walking with their heads high and their chests high along a metal avenue towards a majestic city in the middle of the plain. This city is obviously not completed yet. Countless indigenous people are working hard to build both the city walls and the buildings within the city.
There were neat lines of indigenous warriors marching at the four city gates. They slowly walked into the city and entered the military camps one after another.
Huge furnaces were built in the mountains in all directions, and various metal ores were continuously thrown into the furnaces to forge mountains of materials. The natives, densely packed like ants, worked frantically on the forging table between the furnaces, manufacturing various armors, weapons, and huge ordnance according to the drawings suspended in front of them.
Whether next to the teams of soldiers, or among the indigenous people working crazily on the plains, or even next to the indigenous people beside the furnaces, there are ascetics wearing burlap clothes and calm expressions holding scriptures and turning them over and over. Reciting some fragmentary jokes.
"All living beings are suffering, and you are really suffering... Only by enduring hardship can you avoid suffering in the next life."
"If you commit sins in your past life, you will suffer in this life... If you work hard to pay off your past sins, you will be able to enjoy blessings in the next life."
There are also some overseers selected from among the indigenous people, walking among their own tribe with steel wire whips covered with sharp teeth. If they see anyone who is a little slower, they will immediately lash out with the whip.
People who were whipped often screamed so hard that their bones and tendons were broken, and they lay on the ground for a long time unable to get up.
At this time, the chanting sounds from the mouths of those ascetic monks will become more and more cheerful.
"Look, those supervisors are people who accumulated good deeds and blessings in their previous lives, so in this life they are the masters controlling you and others."
"You just didn't accumulate virtue in your previous life, so you work and suffer here... If you want to accumulate virtue, work hard."
"If you want to quickly wash away your sins, recite ten thousand words of the name of the destined prince every day. After selection, join the army and fight for the destined prince. As long as you can kill ten enemies, you can become the royal guard of the destined prince. Sergeant, even your immediate family members can enjoy this blessing!"
From all directions, countless ascetic monks in coarse cloths were mixed in the crowd, instilling the theory that "all living beings are suffering". Countless natives were bewitched by them and worked hard like crazy demons, or risked everything to join the army.
In the male city, in a shrine surrounded by flames, Zhu Rong Tianming was leaning on a majestic throne, looking at the countless indigenous girls singing and dancing in the hall with a smile.
"Although they are from a tribe of barbarians, these women do have some flavor. Hehe, this Panxi world is really a nice place."
After taking a bite of the spiritual fruit of Panxi World, Zhu Rong Tianming gently touched a clever little beast in his arms: "Send more people and arrest them everywhere. I want more slaves and more troops for you. In three months, we can capture a hundred times as many slaves."
"Masters, please work harder. These slaves who really suffer... are really useful!"
Zhu Rong's destiny was like an evil dragon entrenched in the mountains and forests. Countless cavalry attacked everywhere, constantly plundering more natives for him.
(End of chapter)