The autumn rain fell continuously, shrouding the entire Frost Mountains in a curtain of rain.

It was already late autumn. When I looked up, I saw only a piece of withered yellow leaves. They were frozen by the cold air in the mountains and covered with a layer of white frost. From a distance, the whole mountain looked like it was covered with a thin layer of white frost.

Shrouded in gauze, this is also the origin of the name of the Frost Mountains. Under the shroud of night, the entire mountain range looks like a dream, and the sparse raindrops hit the leaves and the ground, forming a joyful symphony.

However, Doan was not in the mood to appreciate the beautiful scenery outside at the moment. He curled up and sat next to the fire. Above his head came the sound of raindrops touching the tent made of animal skins. The cold air surrounded the surroundings, and there was only

I could barely feel a touch of warmth next to the fire. The Yaxing people had noticed the change in the weather long before it started to rain, and set up camp halfway up the Frost Mountains, waiting for the rain to stop before moving on.

But now it seems that the rain may not stop for a while... Thinking of this, Doan picked up the pipe in his hand and knocked on the bonfire next to him. There was silence outside, and only the sound of rain could be heard.

, and occasionally you can hear the sounds of children crying.

What exactly is this kind of day like?

Thinking of this, Doan sighed. He closed his eyes and recalled the legends of his family again. They once had their own land and their own country. But that was all in the past, and their ancestors suffered terrible things.

Cursed, the fertile land became dry, and the prosperous city was covered by wind and sand. They were forced to leave their homes and wander on this continent. Legend has it that one day they will gather again and return to their homes. But that

After all, it was just a legend, and now, they were expelled again just like before. They left and embarked on a new road. Even if they found a new land in the Land of Four Seasons, what would happen? Maybe

Decades later, they had to fight those filthy people again in order to safeguard their beliefs and civilization. They were forced to leave again. This was the fate of the Yaxing people. From his grandfather’s grandfather

It started in that generation, and I'm afraid it won't end in the generation of my grandson's grandson.

Dogan knows that as long as they abandon their own way of life, they can reintegrate into the world and live the same life as everyone else, but is this what they want? No, they have noble beliefs and holy beliefs,

They have been maintaining their own customs and traditions all their lives, which is why they are superior to others. Those customs and ancient sayings passed down are the pride of the Yaxing people. Because this represents them and those filthy people

They are different, special, and unique. They believe that they are the only ones closest to God. When the final day of judgment comes, those filthy ones will be pulled into the flames of hell, and they will be thirsty for them.

They will pay an eternal price for their enjoyment and greed. And they will become residents of a new world and one of the greatest nations in the world.

"Wow."

At this moment, the curtain of the tent was opened, and then a strong man strode in. He first knelt down in the direction of Doan and bowed respectfully. Then he stood up and walked to the old man's door.

A water bag was handed over to him.

"Please use it, elder."

"Thanks."

Looking at the man in front of him, Doan smiled a little. He stretched out his hand to take the water bag and drank a few mouthfuls of honey water. Only then did he feel that he was much better. Then the old man put the water bag on the bonfire.

Then he looked at the man in front of him again.

"How's it going out there? How's everyone else doing?"

"Fortunately, elder, everyone is just a little tired. It's just that the children seem to be frightened and keep crying, which is a little troublesome."

"What's the situation around here?"

"We have set up sentries and everything seems normal. In this weather, most of the wild beasts have returned to their nests, so there will be no danger."

"very good."

Hearing this, Doan nodded with relief, and then closed his eyes. For an old man, walking long distances in the mountains is tiring enough. Now his only hope is that the rain can

Stop early so they can continue on their way tomorrow.

A dark figure fell from the sky and landed among the trees.

The Alien Queen jumped down from the branch like a ghost, leaned down, and walked slowly and gracefully along the grass toward the Yaxing camp in front of her like a cat. Raindrops fell on her dark and soft body, and there was no trace of it.

Making the slightest sound, she slowly moved forward along the gaps in the bushes until she reached the edge of the camp.

A Yaxing sentry walked over slowly. He glanced deep into the dense forest and grasped the spear in his hand. The Yaxing people wandered around, and naturally they were often attacked by wild beasts and bandits.

Most of those who can be selected to serve as night watch sentries are the most powerful warriors in their clan. They shoulder the mission of protecting the entire clan, and they also have a glory that is difficult for ordinary people to achieve. On such a cold rainy night, most animals

They will not go out for activities, but as guardians of the tribe, they still have to stick to their posts.

The rain was getting heavier and heavier, and only a patch of water vapor could be seen in front of him. The sentry shook his head, and then turned around. Everything seemed normal here. And the time for the rotation was coming soon, and he would be able to return to the warmth after a while.

in his tent. Then he can exercise his power and choose a woman from the clan to serve him...

A sharp pain came from the back of his head.

The cold and hard tail blade pierced the back of the sentinel's head, protruded from his left eye socket, and then quickly retracted. The eyeball originally penetrated by the tip of the tail blade also fell to the ground with a "snap". Until this time

, the sentry's body swayed from side to side, and then fell to the ground.

The Alien Queen raised her head and stepped lightly over the body of the sentry in front of her. Then she opened her mouth and let out a silent scream. Along with her call, shadows began to appear in the originally empty forest.

It swayed, and then one alien after another emerged from the shadows. They passed through the bushes and forests quietly and quickly, and ferociously pounced on the sentries guarding the perimeter.

As a migratory ethnic group, the Yaxing people were not originally very powerful. Their primitive customs and habits meant that they might have some powerful warriors, but other than that, they did not even have spellcasters like witch doctors.

It is rare. This is another evidence that Zhan En doubts that the Yaxing people are not favored by the forest goddess. You must know that even among the underground kobolds, there will be kobold wizards. It makes no sense that the Yaxing people do not even have the most primitive witch doctor.

They can't get out. The only possibility that the Yaxing people don't have spellcasters is that they are not favored by any gods at all, or the gods they believe in have long since died. No matter which one it is, in short, these guys are not what they claim to be.

It's as sacred as it is inviolable.

After a series of upgrades and enhancements, the strength of the alien army in Zhan En's hands has now reached the top two-star level. This is almost comparable to a country's elite army. In contrast, the Yaxing people only have some ordinary soldiers.

For ordinary warriors, the difference between the two is simply obvious.

Under the siege of the aliens, the outer sentries of the Yaxing people were completely wiped out almost instantly. No one among them even had time to issue any warning, before they were bitten and dragged down by the aliens, and then their throats were bitten and pierced.

Their heads and hearts. Then they threw these lifeless corpses aside and continued to move forward.

After a day of arduous trekking, the people in Yaxing were already exhausted. Except for the sentries on guard outside, almost everyone else had fallen into a deep sleep. In addition, under the cover of the autumn rain, the alien figure

Almost completely covered by darkness, they quietly leaned down and slipped into the tents of the Yaxing people through the gaps in the tents. What followed was a bloody and unrestrained massacre.

An alien sneaked into the tent. The first thing that appeared in front of it was an extinguished fire and a sleeping family lying on an animal skin. A man and a woman, with a three- or four-year-old child in the middle.

The three people were sleeping soundly - perhaps because the gap in the tent was slightly larger when the alien got in. The woman near the outside groaned, and she turned over in a daze and rubbed her eyes.

She wanted to sit up to see what had happened. But before she could finish rubbing her eyes, the alien's sharp tail blade had already wrapped around the woman's neck. Then she exerted force, and with a faint sound of gasping, blood flowed from it.

Jets spurted out from the woman's neck and sprinkled into the air. But the poor woman didn't even understand what happened, so she lay down softly and fell into an eternal sleep.

The woman's fall seemed to wake up the child next to him. He stretched out his hand and pushed the woman next to him, as if he wanted to do something. But at this time, the alien's sharp tail had already penetrated from top to bottom like a sharp arrow.

The child's thin body was broken. Then the dark god of death suddenly jumped up and pounced on him.

And when the male protagonist opened his sleepy eyes, what came into his eyes was a black and bloody mouth.

This scene happened repeatedly in every tent. Occasionally, someone would wake up and scream, but they would be completely killed soon. The sound of rain covered everything, and almost no one noticed any problem. The aliens seemed to be silent.

The God of Death harvests life ruthlessly and quickly.

Doan frowned.

He opened his eyes and looked at the dark tent in front of him. It was now late at night, and there was darkness everywhere in front of him. There were only the remaining sparks of the bright red bonfire in front of him. Beside him, the loyal attendant was sitting

There, he was holding a long sword in his hand, with his eyes closed, looking like he was resting.

What's going on?

Doan frowned. He didn't know why. He felt his heart beating very fast, as if something bad was happening. The old man listened carefully, but he could only hear the sound of raindrops falling on the tent and the ground. Other than that,

The entire camp was silent outside, and there didn't seem to be any problems. But the old man just felt that something was wrong. He sat up and glanced at the attendants beside him. Then he was slightly stunned - logically speaking, when he sat up

By that time, his attendant should have woken up. You must know that he is the most powerful and agile warrior in this tribe, so he was chosen to guard the safety of the elders. But now, he just closed his eyes

The eyes sat there, motionless, looking like a stone statue.

"Dada?"

While calling the other party's name, Doan stretched out his hand and gently pushed the attendant beside him. Under his push, the attendant's strong body suddenly fell to the ground as softly as a puddle of mud.

His head fell from his neck like a rubber ball, rolling and jumping on the ground. He turned around several times before stopping. A pair of dull eyes were half-opened, staring.

The old man in front of me.

"This is…………!"

Seeing this scene, the old man suddenly became nervous. He instinctively wanted to stand up, but at this moment, the old man felt a pair of cold, hard hands reaching out from behind and holding his shoulders.
Chapter completed!