Chapter 116 The Mountain Sheep Tribe is gone

Southern Wilderness, Mountain Sheep Tribe.

A large group of blue sheep are walking on the mountains. Even the steep rock walls cannot stop them.

It was spring now, and the grass and trees had sprouted and grown, so the mountain goats had plenty of food.

The leader Hongyan's mount, the tallest leader of the flock, was standing on a high hillside at this time, constantly shuttling through the bushes, tasting the delicious and juicy young leaves at will.

Suddenly, it seemed to hear some noise. Its ears moved, and it raised its head and looked vigilantly in the direction of the noise.

I saw warriors riding on jackals approaching the mountain goat tribe quickly from another mountain.

"Mee!"

The leader yelled at the top of his lungs, then ran towards the tribal settlement.

“Mee…mee…”

The entire herd of mountain goats cried out, and they followed the leader, running quickly on the steep hillside, but no one fell behind.

At the same time, the witch living on the mountain changed his face when he heard the sheep horn. He immediately picked up a sheep horn and walked to the entrance of the cave.

This is the horn left behind by a twisted-horned ram after its death. A small hole is cut at the sharp end so that it can be blown.

The witch of the mountain goat tribe put the end of the big goat horn at the corner of his mouth, took a deep breath, and then blew it violently.

“Wuwu… Wuwu…”

The loud and long sound of the sheep horn spread throughout the entire mountain goat tribe.

Afterwards, all the members of the Mountain Sheep Tribe, no matter what they were doing or where they were, as soon as they heard the horn, they ran madly towards the houses.

They ran into the house, men, women, young and old, picked up their weapons, and then went outside to gather.

“Mee…mee…”

The mountain goats have run back. They gathered in the tribe and walked around anxiously.

"Hurry, get on the back of the mountain goat!"

Hongyan was the first to climb onto the back of the leader, holding a stone spear, ready to attack the enemy.

There are more than 600 people in the Mountain Sheep Tribe, more than 300 capable warriors, more than 100 ordinary warriors, and the rest are old, weak, sick and disabled.

There are about 300 adult mountain goats in the tribe, and the rest are also old, weak and sick.

All the warriors who were able to fight rode on the backs of strong mountain goats.

The remaining weaker warriors, along with the old, weak, sick and disabled people in the tribe, as well as the old and young mountain goats, all gathered in the cave where the witch was.

“Ouch…”

Just then, the sound of wolves howling was heard at the foot of the mountain.

Hongyan looked down the mountain and saw countless ferocious jackals carrying warriors of the Jackal Tribe, running up the mountain quickly with a terrifying momentum.

"So many enemies!"

Hongyan's face turned pale in an instant, and he had a bad feeling in his heart.

Especially when he saw a particularly tall jackal among the wolf pack, his heart skipped a beat.

Because the jackal just glanced at him, he felt cold sweat on his back and a feeling of fear in his heart.

He knew that it was the patron saint of a tribe! "No, the enemy is too strong!"

Hongyan squeezed his legs together, and the leader immediately ran quickly up the mountain. More than 300 warriors of the mountain sheep tribe hurriedly followed.

The leading sheep stopped in front of the cave where the witch lived. Hongyan turned over and got off the back of the mountain sheep and quickly ran into the cave.

"Wu, there are too many enemies. Let's retreat through the small path before they rush over."

The witch of the Mountain Sheep Tribe sat by the fire. He was silent for a moment, then said in a hoarse voice, "You go, I'll stay."

Hongyan was very anxious and said, "Wu, you can't stay!"

"Just go ahead if I tell you to. I'm too old. I can't run fast, and I don't want to run anymore."

Outside the cave, a group of old warriors said one after another: "That's right, we won't leave. If we die in the tribe, we may even see the Sheep God."

Hongyan looked at the determined eyes of the old soldiers and shouted helplessly: "Wu, let's go!"

The witch of the Mountain Sheep Tribe looked at Hongyan and said, "Take the people and go as far as you can. It will be too late if you don't leave now."

“Ouch…”

At this time, another wolf howl was heard from the foot of the mountain. The jackals had already climbed halfway.

"witch!"

Hongyan shouted again, tears almost falling from her eyes.

The witch of the Mountain Sheep Tribe shouted, "Go! Don't you even want to listen to the witch's words?"

At this time, shouts of killing were heard outside. As the leader, Hongyan had to be responsible for the entire tribe and there was no time for him to hesitate.

"Walk!"

Hongyan roared, and then asked the warriors of the tribe to pull the ordinary warriors and young tribesmen onto the backs of the ibex.

As for the old and sick soldiers, no one was willing to leave.

Some older mountain goats seemed to realize something and they also stayed.

More than 300 mountain goats, along with the warriors of the mountain goat tribe, retreated from a small path behind the cave. The team was very long.

After they left, the shaman of the Mountain Sheep Tribe stood up.

He held the long twisted goat horn in his left hand and a bone spear in his right hand. He straightened his back and strode towards the cave entrance.

The old and sick warriors of the Mountain Sheep Tribe took up their crude weapons and followed the witch's footsteps.

When the witch of the Mountain Sheep Tribe walked out of the cave, the warriors of the Jackal Tribe had already rushed into the living area of ​​the Mountain Sheep Tribe and continued to charge upwards.

The Shaman of the Mountain Sheep Tribe immediately shouted, "Roll the Stone!"

Those remaining warriors of the Mountain Goat Tribe looked for large rocks and pushed them down the steep hillside.

“Boom!”

A large number of rocks rolled down the hillside, and many jackals along the way had no time to dodge and were directly hit.

“Ah…”

"ah……"

The screams of the jackals and the jackal tribe warriors were heard one after another. Some unlucky jackals and warriors were killed on the spot, and those who were not killed were seriously injured.

The other jackals dodged and dared not rush forward any further.

After all the big rocks had rolled away, the leader of the Jackal Tribe shouted angrily, "Charge forward and kill them all!"

“Ouch…”

The leader wolf howled again, and thousands of jackals continued to rush upwards.

Because they did not prepare in advance, after throwing those big stones, the people of the Mountain Sheep Tribe had no more big stones to throw.

The witch of the Mountain Sheep Tribe looked around and said, "Old buddy, are you afraid?"

“Don’t be afraid!”

"I'm already old, what is there to be afraid of?"

“That’s right!”

The old soldiers shouted fearlessly, as if they had returned to their youth.

Even the old mountain goats stood up straighter, with a fierce look in their eyes.

"Okay, since you are not afraid, I will blow the sheep horn in a moment. Everyone, please accompany me in the final charge to buy some time for the tribe to evacuate."

The witch of the mountain goat tribe stood in front of the cave, put the big goat horn to his mouth again, took a deep breath, and then blew it.

“Wuwuwu…”

The desolate sound of sheep horns echoed in the mountains, and the faces of the old soldiers became rosy and their hunched backs straightened.

They climbed onto the old mountain goat's back one after another, weapons in hand, and charged forward toward the countless jackal cavalry.

"Meh..."

"For the Lamb God!"

"For the tribe!"

“Go!”

The old warriors roared, raised their weapons high, and rushed towards the Jackal cavalry that was all over the mountains like moths to a flame.

"Bang!"

An old mountain goat, with an old warrior, knocked a jackal cavalryman away, and blood splattered everywhere.

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However, the jackal cavalrymen nearby immediately pounced on them, countless weapons fell, and the old mountain goat and the old warrior fell in a pool of blood.

More old ibexes and old warriors rushed down desperately. Their ferocious momentum frightened the jackal cavalry in front. Many jackals collided head-on with the old ibexes, and both sides rolled down the hillside.

However, there were too few of these old mountain goats and old warriors, and the damage they caused to the thousands of wolf cavalry was insignificant.

When all the old mountain goats and old warriors were dead, the Jackal Cavalry continued to climb up the mountain.

In front of the cave, the shaman of the Mountain Sheep Tribe blew the last note and then put down the sheep horn.

At this time, the Jackal Cavalry were about to rush over.

The witch of the mountain goat tribe has an old mountain goat by his side. He started raising it when he was middle-aged, and the mountain goat is now almost as old as he is.

The witch hung the sheep horn around his waist, then stroked the wool on the back of the old mountain goat's neck and said, "Old friend, we are going to see the sheep god."

The old ibex rubbed its head against him affectionately, as if it understood what he said.

The witch held a bone spear and climbed onto the back of the old mountain goat.

At this time, the sun was about to set, and a patch of orange-red sunlight shone on them.

The witch adjusted his animal skin coat, then raised his head and took a final look at the entire tribe.

The old mountain goat led the witch slowly forward and started the final run downhill.

"Goat God, here we come!"

The witch shouted loudly, then held the bone spear and rushed madly towards the wolf pack with the old mountain goat. After clearing a bloody path, they were overwhelmed by countless wolf riders...

"Chase!"

At a command from the leader of the Jackal tribe, all the Jackal cavalrymen once again chased in the direction of the retreat of the Ibex tribe.

Soon, the hillside became quiet again.

The old witch on the hillside fell in a pool of blood, with countless wounds on his body. His eyes were still open, and at the last moment of his life, a smile appeared on his face.

Because, in the orange-red sunset, he saw a huge blue sheep walking towards him step by step.

"Sheep...God..."

The old witch uttered the last two words, and then the light in his eyes completely faded. He lay forever on the hillside with the bodies of other old warriors and old mountain goats.

The sun gradually set, and a large area of ​​​​fire clouds appeared on the horizon, red like a raging fire, and like boiling blood...

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On the mountain trail, Hongyan listened to the faint shouts and long sounds of sheep horns coming from behind. His eyes turned red and hot tears fell uncontrollably.

He knew that none of the witch, the old warriors, the old mountain goats, and the sick and disabled tribesmen would survive.

He actually wanted to turn around and lead his warriors to fight those damn jackals.

But he can't.

Because he is the leader, he is responsible for all the members of the tribe and must lead them to stay alive as much as possible.

Therefore, he could only yell: "Faster!"

The members of the Blue Sheep Tribe, carried by many Blue Sheep, moved forward quickly on the rugged and steep mountain road.

Behind them, the cavalry of the Jackal Tribe were chasing them relentlessly, wanting to wipe out the entire Mountain Sheep Tribe, including both the people and the sheep, and turn them into food.

On such a steep hillside, the advantages of the mountain goats gradually become apparent.

Although they were carrying people, these ibexes were not slow. They ran and jumped flexibly on various terrains, while the jackal cavalry walked in fear.

If the pursuit continues in this situation, the Jackal Cavalry will most likely lose them, and the people of the Mountain Sheep Tribe will be able to escape by taking advantage of the terrain.

However, the Jackal tribe has a living totem god.

When the leader of the jackal tribe felt it was difficult to catch up, he immediately stopped, tilted his neck and made a sound like a wolf howling.

“Ouch…”

At this time, in the settlement of the Mountain Sheep Tribe, many members of the Jackal Tribe were frantically looting all the supplies that originally belonged to the Mountain Sheep Tribe.

A huge jackal was squatting in front of the cave where the old witch once lived, looking at the tribe coldly.

When it heard the howl of the jackal tribe leader, a fierce light flashed in its eyes.

“Whoosh!”

It immediately stood up and turned into a huge black shadow, like a gust of black wind, and disappeared in the blink of an eye.

A moment later, a huge jackal appeared behind the members of the mountain goat tribe and immediately rushed forward.

The huge jackal caught up with the last mountain goat and bit it down.

Poor ibex and the two people on its back, they were swallowed by the huge jackal before they could even utter a scream.

"Meh..."

The other mountain goats were in chaos, and they instinctively ran forward madly, trying to escape.

But this huge jackal is too terrifying. It is the totem god of the Jackal Tribe. Even if the sheep god of the Mountain Sheep Tribe reappears, he may not be able to defeat it.

The huge jackal swallowed several mountain goats and members of the mountain goat tribe in succession, scaring the mountain goats so much that they ran around in panic, completely disrupting the mountain goat tribe's retreat.

The jackal cavalry took the opportunity to catch up, shouting "Wolf God" madly, and then killed the mountain goat tribe's team.

Among the mountain goat tribe's leaders, Hongyan, saw this scene. He was extremely angry, but also felt a sense of powerlessness in his heart.

Hongyan gritted his teeth and said, "The soldiers behind me, help me stop these damn jackals. The rest of you keep running. The faster you run, the better."

Hongyan rode the leading sheep and led the soldiers in the second half of the team to turn around and rush towards the ferocious jackal cavalry, delaying time for the retreat of other tribesmen.

As a leader, at this time, if he does not want to surrender, then he has no choice but to fight to the death.

"yes!"

Hongyan roared and took the lead in fighting with the wolf cavalry in front.

"puff!"

Hongyan's stone spear fiercely pierced the chest of a jackal tribe warrior, and the leader used his sharp horns to suddenly pick up a jackal in front of him and sent it flying.

Hongyan is a four-color warrior after all. When he rides on the leader and attacks with all his strength, few of the wolf cavalrymen who catch up with him can defeat him.

The wolf cavalry and the mountain sheep cavalry collided and the two sides fought fiercely.

Hongyan led the soldiers and used his own life to buy time for other tribesmen to escape.

After Hongyan killed three warriors from the Jackal Tribe, he was finally targeted by the giant jackal.

(End of this chapter)