Beseech The Devil

    "Su Ming, you…" grandfather subconsciously opened the mouth, but when he saw the bloodshot of Su Ming's eyes and saw Su Ming's tiredness and the silent attachment, the words were again I can't say it because he also feels the tragic price behind Su Ming's attachment.

    In his eyes, Su Ming at the moment, such as a string of arrows, this arrow, with an amazing sharp, not blood, no one can stop!

    "grandfather…I'm back!Su Ming, like the usual return when going out, softly to open mouth.

    Grandfather looked at Su Ming, and his eyes were gratified, disappointing, hesitant, and a complex that Su Ming couldn't recognize.

    "You want to fight for the Horde?"For a long time, grandfather whispered to open mouth.

    Su Ming nodded silently.

    "Whether you die, are you willing?"Grandfather silence for a moment, once again to open mouth.

    "People have a death. If I am dead in the war of guarding my homeland, I have no regrets!"Su Ming's calm words speak of his heart.

    "Well, Su Ming, grandfather doesn't stop you. Since this is your choice, I will give you the chance to fight for the tribe!"Grandfather closed his eyes as if he was hesitating, and after a long while he slammed open, showing decisiveness.

    He knew in his heart that he couldn't stop it. Otherwise, he didn't know what crazy things the kid would do. He looked at Su Ming's fierce, grandfather was distressed, and gratified.

    At this moment, suddenly the tribesmen who were assembled were all quiet, their eyes were simultaneously condensed outside the tribe, and now they entered several people.

    Patriarch was in the front, followed by Shan Hen, and Bei Ling, as well as the Horde's Blood Condensation sixth, the Seven Layers strong, they were tired, blood contaminated, and came back.

    It’s just that among them, when they leave, it’s obvious that there are more people, but now, it’s less. And in many people, there are wounds, especially Bei Ling, whose complexion is pale and there is a lot of blood in the chest.

    Everyone's hand is holding a head that is no longer bleeding. Their return has caused the excitement and cheers of the tribesmen in the tribe, and they have spread out so that these people can go directly to the place where grandfather is located.

    Bei Ling saw Su Ming, but at the moment, he did not have the coldly indifferent, but silently, following his father, like the life and death of the tribe, his embarrassment is negligible.

    If the tribe is gone, if the tribesmen are dead, what else can be embarrassed…

    "grandfather, the black Mountain Tribe stalker nearby, has been scattered by us to search for them, all killed, now outside…It should be safe and can be migrated! ”The group walked up to the grandfather, the WuShan Tribe Patriarch, the two heads in his hand were still on the side, screaming to open mouth, and his words revealed a bloody.

    The people behind him are also throwing their heads away, in silence, containing cold murderous.

    Su Ming stood beside grandfather and watched Patriarch and others silently. He saw the exhaustion of them and saw the sorrow hidden under the killing and blood.

    It's not hard to imagine that when grandfather came back last night, when the tribe's tribesmen were ready to move, they must have encountered the first attack of the Black Mountain Tribe. The battle was so fierce that the tribesmen could not move until the end of the first battle. After that, under the command of grandfather, the people who have left the black-tailed Tri Mountain around are cleaned up.

    After all, in the tribe, most of them are ordinary tribesmen, and there are many women and children. To protect their safety, it is the future and hope of the tribe.

    Grandfather nodded and looked at all the tribesmen. At this moment, the tribesmen of the tribe, both men and women, are watching him. Their eyes are full of dependence and expectations.

    "tribesmen…" grandfather gently to open mouth, his words spread all around, falling into the ears of every tribesmen.

    "We don't want to leave our homes…I don't want to leave the land where I lived in the first generation. We don't want to rely on the Fengzhen Tribe…But for the continuation of the Wushan Tribe, we…Must do this!

    We have to live, we will live!

    Tell our descendants, tell us more, one day, we can still come back here, we can also create our own home, on that day…We will return all the shame and several times to the Black Mountain Tribe! !

    I am confident, you…What? ! ”Grandfather shouted loudly.

    All the tribesmen, at the moment all in that sorrow, broke out of the repressed embarrassment, the snoring shakes the heavens, perhaps Wushan Tribe's tribesmen not much, but this snoring is the strongest roar of everyone's vitality.

    SomedayWe Wushan Tribe, will come back…Now, migrate! ! ”Grandfather closed his eyes, the sadness in the eyes, but he didn't want people to not see it, the big sleeves, the Sussex Tribe tribesmen, which had already been assembled, in the protection of the Man Cultivator of the tribe, slowly Moved away, leaving the land where they first proliferated, and moved to the distant unknown.

    The long crowd, slowly leaving the abandoned tribe, behind the Wushan Tribe behind them, there is a faint black smoke, and the broken land, revealing a desolate and sad.

    The sound of crying came out of the crowd, belonging to those who did not grow up, belonging to those women who were afraid, and also belonged to the tribesmen of each Wushan Tribe.

    The men in the family, protecting their loved ones, holding the confused children, in the tears flowing down, silently moving forward, some older Rassu, at this moment is also afraid of pulling their loved ones, crying Looking back.

    Looking at the familiarity of the past, I seem to turn this scene into eternity, deeply buried in the depths of memory, for fear that I will forget, for fear that I will never remember…The way home.

    Every one of them can't help but look back at the left tribe and look at the old home…

    In the crowd, there is a vicissitudes of the old man, he is Nansong. He looked calm and seemed to see through the years. He was carrying a simple bag at the moment, silently in the crowd, unremarkable.

    At noon, the sun is not strong, the snow on the ground is glowing with silver, which can sting people's eyes, but even if the light is strong, it seems that it can't stop the tribesmen's frequent return and the sadness. Parting.

    The home, farther and farther, the outline of the tribe, gradually blurred, only to see the faint smoky lift, only to see the broken cockroaches, but the beauty of the once tribe, but it has been engraved in every The heart of a tribesmen, they…Will not forget, don't forget.

    Su Ming turned around, everything in the tribe, imprinted in his memory, there was his childhood, there was his happiness, there was his growth, every corner there, he was familiar, every piece Land, he is unforgettable, everything there…All in his mind, one survives.

    No one wants to leave home, no one wants to leave this familiar home, no one wants to go to the strange Fengzhen, and has become affiliated since then.

    Yes, this is the only way. The only way to make the Wushan Tribe immortal, can continue to prosper. This road is far, far, and the process will be rugged, but it must be…Go on.

    The crisis did not end. On the contrary, the real danger has only just begun. Before the tribe, the Wushan Tribe resisted the first wave of the Black Mountain Tribe, but now in the process of migration, the crowd has been opened for a long time. Most are ordinary tribesmen, they have no resistance in front of Man Cultivator.

    This migration is doomed to be safe…

    Once the Wushan Tribe is defeated, all that is waiting for them will be the death of all Man Cultivators. All the men will be slaughtered and the children will be wrapped in Lasu, but all men will die…The only thing that exists is the women of Wushan Tribe who will be driven into the Black Mountain Tribe to become a property-like item. The only thing that will be for the Black Mountain Tribe's tribesmen, the succession of the Black Mountain Tribe, The rest of the years of humiliating dedication.

    The migration of hundreds of people, the speed can not be too fast, especially in the face of the male, there are a large number of Rasu and women, in this winter, in this cold, their crying is gradually less, silent Replaced everything.

    They don't know where the future is, maybe that Fengzhen is the only one…Just no one knows if he can walk alive to Fengzhen Tribe…

    In the middle of the process, how many people will die, how many people will never see their loved ones again, they don’t know…

    In the crowd, there are quite a few young tribesmen who don't have a Barbarian Body. They used to rarely contribute to the tribe in the tribe. They are mostly happy to play, but because of the Man Cultivator they used to die in their homes, they These moves, as long as they are not too outrageous, will be ignored.

    At this moment, these more than a dozen young people, with fear and fear, in the crowd, looked around, hate to go to Fengzhen at once.

    Around the long queue, Wushan Tribe's Man Cultivator, with exhaustion, with perseverance, silent guardianship, sometimes went forward to help some weak old people. At the forefront of the team was the Patriarch of Wushan Tribe. He looked firm and walked in front of him. He was followed by several Man Cultivators, all of whom were vigilant.

    On both sides, rear, all this is the case, grandfather walks in the end, holding a white bone stick in his hand, walking dignified, always paying attention to the surroundings, Bei Ling pulls Chen Xin, on the right side of the team, walking silently, his complexion Pale, the blood on the chest is more, but I don't care.

    Lei Chen, Wu La, and other Man Cultivators in the tribe are all following in, always alert.

    On the left and right sides, the first and Shan Hen, the responsibility is great, they follow silently. The first right hand, always holding his bow, if there is any slight wind and grass, he will open the bow and shoot the first time! Behind him, there was an old man in the crowd, sweeping his head to the head with a calm look.

    This old man, Su Ming knows, it is Nansong in the herbal room!

    Shan Hen's look is as cold as indifferent as ever. No one knows what he is thinking. At that time, the complexity of the flashing inside the knee eyes is also unattended.

    Su Ming followed the tribe's migration, listening to them crying, the crying gradually became silent, his heart hurt, he looked at the familiar faces, watching their fears, Su Ming clenched fist.

    "Guarding the Horde, fighting for the Horde!"Su Ming murmured, his position is the right side of the crowd, not far from him, Shan Hen.

    This location is not what he chooses, but when assigned, grandfather is assigned. In Su Ming's arms, he is holding a little girl of five or six years old. The little girl is called Tong Tong. She has now slept, but there are tears on her eyelashes.

    Her abba died, and her grandmother died last night, leaving her alone.

    "Ama…Abba…Pippi…"The little girl was sleeping, her body trembled, and she seemed to be in a nightmare. While she was crying, she caught Su Ming's clothes.

    Su Ming knows that Pippi, a pet little beast of this little girl, is very cute and is often held in her arms.

    “Tong Tong is obedient…”Su Ming patted gently on her back, her eyes showing sorrow, and he felt like he was growing up…