Traveling through the world of beasts: Lingquan space has some fields

The old man thought of many tribes, but before he could figure out which one, the large army arrived behind him. An equally dark mass of troops approached him silently.

The old man trembled and looked at the wolf that saved them.

Seeing such an old man so frightened, Lang Qing couldn't bear it, so he introduced Lang Rui, "This is our clan leader, and the ones sitting in the carriage behind him are our chief witch and witch."

The old man was stunned. He himself was a witch of a tribe, so he naturally knew that if a tribe had both a great witch and a witch, it meant that the population of the tribe was no less than tens of thousands, and such a large tribe was often a city.

Looking at the way these people were dressed, the old man thought of the biggest possibility - Black Rock City.

But why didn't Black Rock City come from the land, but from the sea instead? !

Lang Rui's cold eyes swept over the silent old man, "Seeing that we killed the White Lions, what do you say we should do?"

The old man understood that Black Rock City did not want to break off relations with the Beast God Temple for the time being, and wanted them to surrender. If not, those bone knives that had just been pointed at the White Lion Tribe would definitely chop their necks.

All they had left were some old, weak, women and children who had no fighting ability. They couldn't even resist the White Lions, so how could they resist this group of elite soldiers?

Just now, the captain of the White Lion tribe, a level 5 light-type supernatural power expert, lost his head in the hands of this group of people before he could even last half a round.

The old men had no desire to resist, and with their homes destroyed, their hatred for the Beast Temple only grew.

The old man immediately prostrated himself on the ground, and all the tribesmen who followed him in fleeing followed his example and bowed deeply. "The Zhiyang Tribe is willing to surrender to Black Stone City and become its vassal."

Lang Rui's face hidden behind the helmet showed a hint of interest. This old man is quite smart.

"Get up. If that's the case, your tribe must have been destroyed. I'll have someone escort you to the beach. You can rest there for a while. I'll make arrangements for you later."

Lang Qing went to arrange it personally. It happened that he had taken a lot of good things from the White Lion people and put them away for his Bai Ru.

Such spoils, unless they were in large quantities, belonged to the soldiers.

After Lang Qing led a small team of people to escort the people from the Sheep Tribe away, Lang Rui continued to head towards the military camp of the Beast God Temple.

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"Why hasn't Shizhang come back yet?"

"He took 500 people to the Sheep Tribe last night. How can he come back so soon? I know that the legs of the female sheep people are longer than my life. He will not come back unless he makes a big mess."

"Haha!" "Haha, that's right."

The temple priest heard their laughter from afar, and his uneasiness grew instead of diminishing.

This group of people were becoming more and more undisciplined. Doing this would only backfire. The temple priest felt increasingly uneasy. He closed his eyes tightly, flicked his sleeves and walked away.

"Sir, I heard that the troops from Black Stone City are about to arrive." The servant of the temple god helped him take off his white cloak and brought a basin for him to wash his hands.

"Master Beast God Servant, would you like us to go and greet him?" The temple god took the animal skin, wiped the water stains on his hands, sat cross-legged, and began to eat.

The waiter shook his head and said, "No, I was on my way to get food when I heard someone report it."

"I know, go down!"

As soon as the waiter left, the temple priest took out a wooden stick, put it to his mouth and blew it for a long time. No sound came out, but he did not stop playing.

After a long time, just when he was about to give up, a chirping sound came from the corner, and a gray mouse crawled out from the ground and ran to him.

The temple priest then tied a bamboo tube the size of a little finger that he had prepared in advance to the mouse's back.

The mouse crawled back into the hole it had just dug, and the door curtain was suddenly lifted up from the outside.

The temple envoy suddenly looked at the newcomer. Rong looked the frightened temple envoy up and down, "Are you hiding something?"

The temple priest calmed down his frightened expression and pointed to the hole that the mouse had just made. "A mouse just came out from there. I was startled."

Envoy Rong tutted his mouth in contempt, "You are still the same as before, so easily frightened by a mouse."

The temple envoy pursed his lips unhappily, not wanting to pay attention to Rong's envoy, "What's the matter?"

"Black Rock City comes from the sea."

The temple envoy raised his eyebrows, and then he became a little interested. "I asked around. How did they come from the seaside? Did they tame the flying beasts?"