Rebirth of the Urban Immortal Emperor

After confirming that He Yajiao was fine, Zhang Yifeng carved a concealment formation on the spot, and then carefully explored the tribe.

"Great God, please protect us!"

At this time, in the tribe, a wrinkled old native kowtowed to a statue carved from rock. The statue was a man with a horse and a pair of spread wings behind his back.

"Grandpa, you come to worship God every day, but God doesn't protect us at all!"

A ten-year-old boy, however, did not kneel down, as if he did not believe in the god whom the Bobohe tribe believed in.

"Little Arcas, shut up quickly. How could you say such rebellious and blasphemous words? Be careful, I will punish you. You won't be able to eat today!"

"Punishment is punishment, Arcas hasn't eaten all day anyway!" the boy said stubbornly.

"Gu Gu."

As soon as he finished speaking, his stomach growled, like thunder.

A look of pity appeared on the old man's old face. He gently touched Arcas' head, took another look at the still handsome sculpture, and finally shook his head and sighed: "Maybe we have really been forgotten by God. Bar……"

"Woooo..."

A low horn sound suddenly sounded, like a wail.

The old man's expression suddenly changed, "Arcas, hide quickly, those bandits are here again! These damn bandits have come three times in a month. Is my poor Bobohe tribe really going to perish... …”

As he spoke, the old man's wrinkles seemed to deepen.

"No, Arcas wants to be with everyone!" The little boy's eyes were filled with stubbornness.

"Arcas, be obedient. The future of our Bobohe clan depends on you!"

The old man took the little boy away by force and threw him into a hole.

Not long after, a group of monsters holding whale bones and stabbing human fish heads climbed ashore from the sea.

Fishmen!

This was not the first time Zhang Yifeng saw the fish-men, but the appearance of the fish-men at the Hidden Gate still surprised him. Judging from the appearance of these fishmen, they are the lowest class of fishmen.

Thinking of the fish-men tribe, Zhang Yifeng thought of mermaids. In Lingyue Continent, although mermaids are rare, they do exist. It's just that the mermaids generally don't show their faces because they are so beautiful. Once exposed, the consequences will be tragic. Countless strong men will snatch the mermaid. The so-called heroes love beauties.

"Haha, the weak Bobohe tribe must hand over ten young and beautiful women today to honor our great half-mermaid, otherwise, we will kill you all!" The leader was a particularly large fish-headed monster with a human body. Talking about people.

"You hateful fishmen just robbed ten of our clansmen five days ago, and now you are here again. We will never believe your sweet words again." A Bobohe clansman shouted.

"Hmph, this time I came to choose a maid under the order of Master Bo Dong. How dare you disobey? Humph!" the fishman snorted coldly.

"Young men, come here and capture all the beauties of the Bobohe tribe. Kill all those who dare to stop us!"

A group of fishmen swarmed up.

"Drive these hateful half-mermaids back into the sea!" The Bobohe people picked up their homemade weapons and immediately killed the fish-men. They can't stand it anymore!

Although the fishmen are born with extremely strong strength, and the bone spurs in their hands hit the Bobohe tribe's body, the result will be broken bones and tendons, but the Bobohe tribe's people are overwhelming in numbers, and they stand in a group of three or five, with swords made of stalagmites. , the battle ax struck the fish-man's body, and it also made holes one by one.

The bright red blood soon dyed the soft beach red!

"The Bobohe people are too cruel, little ones, retreat first!"

The fishman leader shouted while waving his bone spurs to resist the stones thrown by the Bobohe slings.

Hundreds of fishmen fled towards the sea one by one.

"Great, the fish people have escaped!"

Seeing the fish man running away, the people of the Bobohe clan shouted happily.

However, the leader of the Bobohe tribe looked sadly at the bodies of the Bobohe people lying on the beach, with tears faintly flashing in his eyes. It was the old man who worshiped the god before.

Although the fishmen were beaten away, the Bobohe people also paid a heavy price, sacrificing more than a hundred Bobohe people.

One hundred is not a very big number, but for the Bobohe people with a total population of only 10,000, it is still extremely huge, and a large part of these 10,000 people are old people and children who have no fighting ability.

"Hmph, just wait and see. If you dare to disobey Master Bo Dong's order, I will definitely let Master Bo Dong send an army to wipe out all of you. By then, none of your women will be able to escape, hehe!" The fishman leader floated. In the water, they were grinning ferociously at the Bobohe people.

The fish people retreated, but all the Bobohe people felt heavy in their hearts. The fish-men were repulsed this time, and their next counterattack will be even more fierce.

"Clean up the battlefield..." the old patriarch Carlo said sadly.

"Great God, please save us, the Bobohe tribe..." In front of the two-winged statue, Carlo was bowing to the ground.

However, no matter how much the old Carlo worshiped, the statue will always be a statue, still so cold.

"Chief, sacrifice us!" Several young women from the Bobohe tribe who were kneeling on the ground said in pain.

"No, Sister Caroline, you cannot be sacrificed to the fish-men, they will torture you!" Little Arcas hugged the waist of a beautiful girl with a thin face and bright eyes, crying.

"Arcas, be good. My sister doesn't want to be sacrificed to the fish-men, but if not, our Bobo tribe will be killed by the fish-men..." The girl touched Arcas's face.

Looking at the clansmen who were kneeling and worshiping devoutly, old Carlo couldn't help but shed tears.

"Patriarch, you don't really want to do this..." An old woman with the same wrinkled face said sadly. Among these women, there was her daughter!

The old patriarch wiped the tears from the corners of his eyes, and after a long time, he said quietly: "The only way for the Bobo He tribe to continue to survive is this..."

"Clan leader, no!"

"The patriarch doesn't want it..."

Although Carlo was reluctant in his heart, he had to do this for the sake of the continuation of the race!

"Those who are willing to dedicate themselves to the fish-men, please come forward!" Carlo said sadly.

The first one to come out was Caroline.

"I do!"

Caroline took the lead, and young women came out slowly one by one. They also knew the importance. If they did not sacrifice themselves to the fish-men, their clansmen would also be wiped out by the fish-men, and they would not be able to escape from the fish-men at that time. claws!

For the sake of the people, for the continuation of life! So what if you die!

"Very good, you are all heroes of the Bobohe tribe! The fishman has just left and he probably won't come back for the time being. Please make your own arrangements for the rest of the time and spend these last days well." Carlo finished. , said to the old woman beside him.

"Terry, take out the dried fish we have stored and give it to them!"

"Sister, sister, where are you going!"

At this time, Caroline did not go to get the dried fish but left the Bobohe tribe's worship site.

Caroline went to the beach, sat on a big rock, and looked at the blue sea. She felt confused for the first time.

Her back was extremely bleak, her body was trembling faintly, and she could tell she was crying.

She needed to be alone.