Shaman from Afar

"We are proud four-hoofed people!

We are the real masters of the Great Green Sea! "

Looking at the countless four-hoofed people around the king's tent, the indifferent and so numb Chacar, the voice was thick enough to make all the clans heard clearly:

"We ... endured humiliation for hundreds of years, and even thousands of years, and were rushed to this barren Gobi from the homeland of our ancestors, and survived under the torture of death, hunger, severe cold, and intense heat

For thousands of years, this humiliation for thousands of years has made many brave and noble four-hoofed people forget. Our ancestors have also grazed cattle and sheep on the grasslands of the Great Green Sea, raised horses, and used cheese and fresh meat. Nurture our children and grandchildren;

Who made us forget?

Who snatched our pasture, snatched our cattle, horses and horses, snatched the memories of our ancestors, and then claimed that the horses, cattle, sheep and pastures belonged to them?

It ’s a two-legged man ... they came with weapons made of bronze and steel, wearing clothes made of iron rings and animal skins; they rode on our horses and enjoyed our cheese and fresh meat ...

Then pointed the tomahawk and the spear, the scimitar, and the sharp sword at us ... using the flesh and blood of the four-hoofed man to breed a more fertile pasture and nourish river after river.

Do we know?

Do not! We have long forgotten!

If we still remember, Qianqian City would not rise above the Great Green Sea; if we still remember, we would not let the Great Green Sea thousands of years ago be occupied by people with two feet;

From generation to generation, the warriors of the four-hoofed people are actually satisfied with plundering the wealth of the two-legged people, complacent with the robbed things, feel that these things are spoils, their glory?

Is that glorious?

That is a shame! We actually gave so many good things to the two feet, don't we think so? !

Why, because we have forgotten ... "

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"Ah ah ah ah ah--!!!!"

In the dimly lit camp, Chakar lying on the ground screamed, his burly body shivered violently and unnaturally, and every blood vessel on his body seemed to come alive, exposed to the skin on.

Farneses, who watched with cold eyes, glanced at him, and then glanced at the shattered potion bottle, a pale arc of satisfaction on his pale face.

"All power comes at a price." With Fanesis's words, Chacar's muscles falling on the ground began to violently cramp and twitch:

"You should be thankful ... because your dirty blood of the centaur can guarantee that you will not be mutated again; and the part derived from humans can make your consciousness withstand this impact, instead of being torn apart immediately; "

"Ah ah ah ah ah……"

A low roar came from Chakal's throat like a blister from a boiling boiler; the blood in the body seemed to have been completely steamed into a mist, and there was a powerful force twisting his muscles and bones.

The throat is contained, the muscles and muscles are torn, the plasma is steamed, and the trunk and bones are broken off inch by inch, turning into pieces;

But this is not even the most extreme pain.

In a trance, he could feel a powerful force tearing his consciousness, as if to throw him into a vortex;

Chacar could clearly realize that once he was completely torn, he would never be able to crawl out again ... the best ending would be to become a puppet exactly like the other flag masters and the great Khan.

It was an extraordinary power, something he had been in contact with, but now he only really realized how scared it was.

That's ... the power of the void.

I can't see it, I can't feel it, I can't smell it ... but I'm inexplicably panicked, scared, and sick.

Instinctively, his own body hates and rejects this power.

"Chakar, you are not the only one to get this Holy Blood Elixir."

Farnesis's indifferent voice came again: "Your big Khan, those Centaur collar ... each of them got such a chance."

"I told them that this was an opportunity to be immortal, and they believed, because what I said was not a lie; it was just ... I didn't tell them what the cost and the consequences of failure were."

"Then they all failed, completely eroded and crushed by the power of the void, and became the purest walking dead."

"If you fail, what will it become?"

"Is it like your dirty and humble counterpart, turned into an unconscious walking dead; or is it no different from humans, become a thorough monster?"

Slowly pacing, Fanesses suddenly showed a hint of playfulness in his mouth: "Let's play a game called 'gambling', guess what is your final end?"

Chakal, who had fallen to the ground, was still twitching violently, his eyes were turning white, and the corners of his mouth were covered with vomit and blood foam.

"If this is the last moment of your destiny, what a miserable end will you fall ... Crawler?"

"What do you say, the walking dead?"

There was a silence in the camp, and the Khan of the Centaurs and the flag masters stood expressionless, motionless.

"I ... will not fail ..."

There was a dying voice in the dying Chakal's words. His pupils shuddered and his jaw twitched: "I won't fall here."

"I, Chakal, is ... the Khan of the Great Green Sea!"

Farnesse frowned slightly, looking down on the twisted face: "You are a reptile."

"I'm……"

"you are nothing."

"I……"

"You are nothing." Farnesses stared at him:

"you are nothing."

"I am Chakal !!!!!!"

The angry roar exploded from Chakar's throat.

Breathing violently, gradually slowed down.

The scene in front of me gradually became clear ... No, the whole world has become different in his own eyes; Chacar can clearly feel every finger, every bone and even blood vessels of his own, and the sense of touch is magnified Countless times.

"what are you?"

The icy words sounded contemptuously and rang in the ear.

Chacar was startled suddenly, raised his head in trembling, and before he saw those eyes, he panicked back down, trembling in shock.

A voice deep in the soul was warning him the strongest, and the end of his head was a dead end.

A difficult stumbling down on his knees, the disturbed Chacar crawled in front of Farnesses in the most humble and most respectful way, his throat twitching nonstop.

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"Today is a great day,

Today, it is all noble and great four-hoofed people, recalling the days of their ancestors;

Our descendants, our children and grandchildren will always remember this day, after thousands of years, the four-hoofed man finally left this barren land and embarked on the road to return to his hometown!

This day has been waiting for too long, too long. If you continue to wait, no one knows whether there will be a day when noble four-hoofed people will fall to what extent;

Therefore, we no longer wait!

Humble two-legged people, they do not yet know what they are about to face, and they will not know what will be waiting for them;

That ... it will be the anger of the four-hoofed people for thousands of years, and the determination to return home!

We will kill all the two-legged people who are raging in the Great Green Sea, let them pay the blood price for thousands of years of behavior, and let them feel the pain of our ancestors;

We, like their ancestors, will use the flesh and blood of the two-legged people to nourish and nurture the vast green sea, and let this grassland's pastures flourish in the coming year;

I ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ Chakal! The Lord of the Red Flame Banner, the Big Khan of the Four-hoofed Man here declares solemnly that the great and noble Four-hoofed Man will return to the land of his ancestors;

We are the king of the Great Green Sea! "

The words fell, and the indifferent and numb Chacar suddenly raised the battle flag in his hand.

At this very moment, the centaurs under the king's tent had completely reduced to a sea of ​​revelry; they blushed and straightened their necks, and there was endless fanaticism in the bloodthirsty eyes.

They burst into tears, cheered, and screamed chakra's name madly.

Embarked on the road to the West Green Expedition! ...

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