This is a natural disaster or a man-made disaster. The fire is burning everywhere. Oroq people are born as soldiers. The soldiers are very wary of danger. Therefore, when the fire is far away from their village, they have discovered such a situation. Even if they know it, they cannot. The squatters made of plants and trees are scattered in the forest. The awe of the mountain gods makes them never cut down the trees scattered in the village. It can be said that their village is connected to the mountain forest. There are trees in front of the house and trees behind the house.

The old man Moses drove all his tribe out of the village. Seeing that there was no thunder, Moses would definitely not have been the anger of heaven that burned the woods. Then someone would have deliberately set fire to the forest. The forest was the life of the Oroq people. If anyone dared to attack their forests, they would have to pay a heavy price.

The old man Moses ordered Baal, whom he trusted the most, to lead his tribesmen to find the thieves who set fire. No matter who they were, even if they were walking on their shoes, they could not wear out their belief in chasing the wicked people who destroyed their homes. Even if they were chasing thousands of miles, they would kill them all, and use their filthy blood to redeem the sins they committed from the mountain god.

After the explanation, the old man Moses shouted and drove everyone out of the village, while he himself sat cross-legged in his house, waiting for the arrival of death.

On the small hillside behind the village, four or five hundred Oroq people gathered on the hillside. Everyone's eyes showed their attachment to their homes, and little Bali's eyes were full of tears. The old man Moses raised him since childhood. For Baal, Moses was more like his father, not the leader of his tribe. He was still thinking about Moses tremblingly and caressing his whole body when he was leaving. Baal knew that Moses wanted to leave with them, but Moses knew that he was too old. As the leader of his tribe for decades, he was very proud in his heart. He did not want to become a burden to his tribe in the future, so in the end he decided to die quietly in the flames instead of surviving in the running.

Time is like the flowing water rushing into the sea, and it will not stop for a moment based on people's sorrow, likes and dislikes. Even though Baal wants to slow down time, soon, the wild fire swept across the village with a storm, swallowing the flames of the village and dancing. I don't know why the mild and beautiful flames are so gentle and beautiful when grilling prey on weekdays, but at this time, Baal can hear his heart crying, but no one will come to comfort him. Moses is dead and his close relative is gone. From now on, he can only rely on himself, raise his head, and face the flesh-slashing wind, he wants to become a real warrior.

At this time, some older tribe members were already arguing about who should be the most qualified to become a new tribe. Those people were of the same age, and the scene was chaotic when they evacuated the village just now, and the old man Moses did not make a conclusion on the new leader. Therefore, the six or seven oldest people started arguing with each other.

"I am the oldest, you are all born after me, and that's what Moses said when he was alive."

"Nonsense, Moses said I was the oldest!"

"Two brothers, you don't need to argue..." Before he finished speaking, he was punched in the face.

"Shameless, who is your brother!"

"My biggest..."

"Of course it's me..."

"I……"

The scene became extremely chaotic. The older people of these tribes started fighting each other. On the contrary, the women and children looked around with fear and anxiety. They had never left the village before. At this time, they came to a place only one mile away from the original village and were even more nervous about the future. At this time, the oldest people in the tribe were fighting for who could become the leader of the tribe. They were even more at a loss and didn't know what to do. So the children began to cry. The women began to comfort the children, but they began to slap and blame the children with their hands. As the women beat them, they also cried. The women hugged the children and cried bitterly. For a moment, they were filled with sorrow.

As young and strong men in the clan who are usually responsible for hunting and awe, they look at the elderly who are fighting and fighting coldly. Although the Oroq people have rules, they all want to establish the oldest people as leaders, but when everyone saw these people rushing to fight for the throne after the death of Old Moses, they were all very angry with their ruthlessness.

The strangest thing among the people was Baal. Although he was not old, at this time he had neither the greed of the elderly nor the resentment of the young people. He had a look of indifference on his face, but careful people would be able to see the raging anger hidden in his eyes.

Bali looked at the elderly fighting quietly. As he looked, he pulled out the sword around his waist and walked forward step by step. The young people around him saw Bali's actions. Because they really hated those hateful guys, they did not organize Bali to walk towards them, nor did they speak to remind the elderly who were fighting.

Bali stared at a guy who looked the most powerful combat power. The others made him beat him up. Only this guy was still physically strong and jumping around. Bali rushed forward. Bali, who had been walking in the mountains and forests for many years, had amazing foot strength. With the force, he whistled away like a sharp arrow. The muscles that were bulging like a pack of ancient trees on his body were full of strength. Then he rushed Bali raised his scimitar and waved it. A white light flashed, and blood spurted out like a spring. The elderly man's head rolled for several times before he stopped. The broken face still had a smile as if he had become the leader. However, at this time, the smile seemed so strange and terrifying to the eyes of others, just because it was a lifeless broken head.

Bali's head slowly raised, his face was covered with blood, the blood on his face was hot, but the blood in his body had already boiled. At this time, his eyes were covered with blood, and his whole body was like the jungle king cheetah staring at his prey. He could smell the breath of death from him, and the Oroq people felt Okratic. The remaining few older men immediately realized that Bali was not something they could not mess with at this time, so they all obediently got up from the ground, patted the dust on their clothes, and stood silently as if nothing had happened.

Bali licked the blood on the tip of the knife with his tongue, and then returned to the knife and sheathed it. His eyes were still full of warnings when he looked at the elderly. No one dared to stare at Bali directly. They pretended not to see it. At this time, only ignoring can minimize the control in their hearts.

Just when the elderly almost fainted from fear, Baal spoke coldly: "Chief Moses told me that they must hunt down all the evil men who destroyed us this time, and use their filthy blood to apologize to the mountain god. Whoever blasphemed the mountain god will be subject to the cruelest punishment. Our duty is to execute the orders before the death of Chief Moses. Before completing this order, you should not be the leader of Oroq. "The elderly dared not refute, because they were afraid that whoever stood up would die. What's more, when Moses explained to Baal, they were also present, so naturally they could not say anything to argue. Originally, they thought Baal could easily deal with it at a young age, so they immediately fought for whom the Oroq. But they would never think that Baal used the blood sacrifice to use such a poisonous hand as soon as he took action. They were so scared that they dared not move.

When Bali finally became honest when he saw these people, he ignored them. He turned to the silent Oroqen warriors, held up his scimitar, and shouted in a deep voice: "Blood Sacrifice, we are the sons of the mountain god!"

"Blood Sacrifice!"

"Blood Sacrifice!"

The roar of the Oroq Warrior roared out of the anger. The sharp blade unsheathed shone with a little cold light in the sun. The murderous aura soared into the sky. Even the burning fire below seemed to have some sense of the sensation...
Chapter completed!