All the savage is jealous, I will farm

The wolves are the most sensitive animals in the mountains. The wolf king sent out a warning after sensing something was wrong and had already taken his people away from the mountains.

And then the animals in the forest also started to panic, and ran out of the mountain like desperately.

"There is going to be a problem in the mountain." Su Yao recalled the prophecy of the old priest. Could it be that tonight is the time for disaster?

But there was no wind or rain on this peaceful mountain, and Su Yao didn't notice the vibration underground, so the possibility of an earthquake was ruled out, so what else could threaten the tribes living below the mountain at once?

Su Yao took Zhongli and rushed up the mountain quickly, but the distance between them was too far, and Su Yao's speed was not fast in order to prevent accidents from happening.

Su Yao had a way to remind the people of the Wild Eagle Tribe, but it was a quiet night and they didn't know what the disaster was. So what if the people of the Wild Eagle Tribe knew about it?Where can I hide?

The figures of the two were floating in the mountains like flying snow, and then Su Yao heard a slight 'click' sound, just like the sound made by a beetle buried in the soil gently shaking its wings.

Although it is very weak, it spreads densely to the depths of the three surrounding mountains.

"This sound seems to be coming from the mountain." Su Yao stretched out his fingers to probe out the spiritual power. The ominous premonition in his heart became stronger, but he still couldn't find the cause of the accident.

As for Zhongli, he had never seen such a situation before, so he could only frown and try his best to feel the message from the wolves.

The wolves here are not led by the wolf pack of God Blessing Tribe, but the communication between the wolves has a commonality. He can understand the wolves through Da Lang's contract and his many years of understanding of the wolves. .

"Snow, the snow on the mountain." Zhong Li tried his best to translate the meaning of the wolves: "A Yao, what will happen to the snow on the mountain?"

Su Yao's pupils shrank tightly, and he suddenly turned his head to look at the location of the Wild Eagle Tribe.

Surrounded by mountains on three sides, the mountains extending from the three high mountains condense into a large plain. The wild eagle tribe on the plain is like a child embraced by the three mountains, quiet and peaceful.

But now it is deep winter, and the cold temperature has caused the snow layer on the mountain to accumulate at least one meter.

The sunshine in these few days was just right. As soon as the sun was shining during the day, the snow layer melted, and a thin layer of ice formed on the surface. In the morning, some snowflakes floated intermittently, covering the thin ice.

Several times in succession, a shell of thin ice appeared on the snow layer, but now, Syracuse could not bear the weight of the thin ice and collapsed, and the outermost shell of thin ice on the mountain was about to shatter.

"It's an avalanche, let them know." Su Yao didn't care about the other spiritual power in his body pouring out and silently exploded a splendid firework above the Desolate Eagle Tribe.

The shattering of the thin ice drives the snowflakes on the mountain to sweep down, and the possibility of causing an avalanche is more than [-]%.The unique geographical location of the Wild Eagle Tribe will allow all the snowflakes on the three mountains to accumulate on this plain.

Compared with the huge avalanche, the wild eagle tribe with tens of thousands of people is like a small seed and a large piece of land, and it will never be found after falling into it.

A small sound can cause the avalanche to speed up, so Su Yao chose the method that has no sound and can most attract the attention of the people of the Wild Eagle Tribe.

Sure enough, the people from the Wild Eagle Tribe who heard the movement came out one after another. They looked up at the two floating in mid-air, as if they were descended from gods, their eyes stared like copper bells.

However, Su Yao soon realized that even if the people of the Wild Eagle Tribe found out the current situation, it would be difficult to escape here in a short time. They could only find shelter as much as possible.

As the people of the Desolate Eagle Tribe began to talk and talk, the sound of the cracking of the ice shell on the mountain became more and more intense, and Su Yao realized that there was not much time left for them.

"Everyone bring enough water and food to hide in the cellar, and use the fastest speed."

The voice transmitted with spiritual power accurately fell into everyone's ears. Although the members of the Wild Eagle Tribe were so shocked by what happened before them that they couldn't recover, they still acted according to the order by instinct.

Fortunately, they huddled together in one room throughout the winter to keep warm, and kept their usual food and drink in the room.

As for the cellar, they had the habit of storing beet lumps, and every house had a small hole in the room.

Su Yao could already hear the sound of snowflakes rolling down from the top of the mountain. The small, finger-sized snowball rolled bigger and bigger, and finally turned into an avalanche like a waterfall.

The time was really short, and the people of the Wild Eagle tribe below hadn't hid well yet.

Su Yao didn't want to get into this muddy water from the bottom of his heart. He could have waited for the avalanche before asking the soldiers to dig out the people who were still alive, but somehow a voice in his heart told him: save these people.

Su Yao chose to follow his inner intuition, even though he might have to give up all the spiritual power he had accumulated this time.

The avalanche was about to roll down onto the plain, and as expected, due to the terrain, all the snow from the three mountains flooded onto the plain.

Su Yao quickly conveyed his consciousness to Zhongli, and then pinched out the spirit art with his fingertips, and a dazzling light shrouded the tribe.

Although the light was very weak, it blocked the layers of snowflakes pouring down from the mountain, leaving time for the people of the Wild Eagle Tribe to react.

Zhong Li was not idle either, he shuttled between the falling snowballs with a long sword in his hand, smoothed the snow in all directions with one sword, and changed the direction of most snowflakes avalanche by himself.

The rest of the snowball fell on the protective cover composed of spiritual power, which relieved Su Yao a lot of ability.

At this time, Crewe was quietly watching the scene of the gods descending in the sky with the old priest on his back, and there was only one voice left in his heart: the gods descended.

The two people in front of them are like gods in their imagination, protecting the peace of their tribe.

"They are gods, Grandpa." Crewe said softly to the old priest, "They are my gods."

The rest of the Wild Eagle Tribe knelt down on the ground like Crewe, even more piously than Crewe. After this life, they only had two gods in their eyes.

The movement on the mountain also attracted the attention of the soldiers on the ship. They also saw Su Yao and Zhongli who were like gods descending into the world. Even the slaves saw this miracle.

"God bless the tribe! God bless us!" The soldiers bowed deeply and offered their highest etiquette.

"Hurry up and take shelter in the cellar, prepare water, food, and animal skins to keep warm." Su Yao's voice woke everything up.

Under the command of Crewe, the people of the Wild Eagle tribe hid in the cellar built by the tribe with food and water. Those who couldn't hide were in groups of three or five, and hid in the larger cellar of their own.

At this time, the spiritual power in Su Yao's body was less than [-]%, and the snow accumulated on the three mountains would be hard to resist even if he was a seven-level Qi training monk.

What's more, there are tens of thousands of lives of the Desolate Eagle Tribe below, he can only try his best to maintain the stability of the protective cover, and can't do anything else.

More than ten minutes passed, and there was not much spiritual power left in Su Yao's dantian. No matter how hard Zhongli chopped off the fallen snowflakes, there was nowhere to accumulate them, and the Wild Eagle tribe finally hid.

"Crack" The spiritual power cover shattered, making a slight sound.

Zhong Li dodges quickly to Su Yao's side and gently supports him.

Without the support of spiritual power, the spiritual power shield disappeared, and the heavy snow piled up on it completely buried the Desolate Eagle Tribe in the blink of an eye.

The weaker houses could not withstand the force of the avalanche and collapsed to the ground, and some of them were built with stones and still stood tenaciously.

Avalanches cover the plains and flow down to lower valleys, where they quickly bury them.

A pure white flame hangs in the mountains like the moon, Zhongli issued an order to summon the soldiers, and under the light of the flames, the soldiers led their strong slaves to rush across the river bank to the mountains.

The warriors in such a deep snow couldn't pass through. Su Yao quickly urged the dantian tendons to crazily absorb the spiritual energy between heaven and earth, and Zhongli did the same. After half an hour, the two recovered one-third of their physical strength.

Su Yao held his right hand halfway, and a spiritual sword slowly condensed out of his palm, exuding a soft light.

Su Yao slashed lightly with the long sword in his hand, and half of the snowflakes fell off the snow-covered valley immediately, turning into clear water and rushing out.

The soldiers hadn't arrived yet, and the current couldn't stop them.

With three sword strikes in succession, the snowflakes in the valley disappeared, revealing a wet and muddy mountain road.

Afterwards, Zhongli also moved in the same way as him, but the blade was aimed at the sky above the buried Desolate Eagle Tribe.

The snowflakes melted where the sword blade passed, and flowed down the mountain along the ditch until the traces of the building were faintly exposed under the snow.

The warriors wore waterproof leather boots and walked to the outskirts of the tribe along the mountain road they had crossed before.

At this time, there was the twilight of dawn in the sky, and the outlines of the Desolate Eagle Tribe had been vaguely revealed, and the rescue target was fairly clear.

Zhongli ordered: "Dig the cellar first."

Under the leadership of Qing Shui, the soldiers went straight to the cellar of the Desolate Eagle Tribe, using various tools to plan the snow covering the yard of the house as high as a person.

Su Yao consumed too much, and now he only rested on a big tree with his eyes closed. Whether it was soldiers or slaves, they all walked lightly when they walked past him, no matter whether he could see it or not, they all bowed. salute.

The excavation work was intense and orderly, and all the excavated snow blocks were piled up in the valley to prevent the rescue from causing trouble after melting.

The people in the cellar also started to save themselves. They used planks and other things to push the student hard, and the two parties worked hard to plow the snow together. In the afternoon, the passage to the cellar was dug out.

After some people were rescued, the subsequent excavation went more smoothly. When the sky completely darkened, everyone was rescued.

Except for a few older people who were frightened to death by the avalanche, the Falcon Tribe survived the disaster completely.

The old priest looked at Su Yao and Zhongli's eyes full of piousness while the strong wind coming from the south. His legs and feet were injured and it was not convenient to walk around, but he still struggled to get off Crewe's back and knelt on the ground. So, they saluted Su Yao and Zhongli together.

"Thank God!" The old priest expressed his thanks in the most solemn witch language, and the others followed suit.

"We are not gods." Su Yao explained, but everyone's eyes had already determined that they were gods, no matter how much he explained, it would be futile.

"Okay." Su Yao had no choice but to help the old priest and Krue up: "The tribe can't live forever, Krue leads people to pack things first, and go back to the boat to spend tonight."

Crewe didn't resist Su Yao's order in the slightest, and went to pack his things with his men.

Su Yao focused on the back mountain, the place where the avalanche first collapsed.

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