Immortal God of War-Chapter 871 - 831: The Child in the Dudou
Eighth Region.
Within a certain glacier lies a vast tribe.
This tribe spans dozens of miles.
Numerous old wooden houses are scattered like stars, neatly arranged.
Surrounding it is a row of tall wooden fences, covered with snow, like a city wall, blocking the howling cold currents for the tribe.
However.
This enormous tribe is surprisingly devoid of people.
Not even children are present.
At a glance, besides the houses, only snow remains, resembling an empty city.
In front of the tribe’s gate stands a stele over a dozen meters high!
Engraved upon it is a pattern.
It depicts a giant golden tiger with a prominent ’King’ character on its brow, eyes as large as bronze bells, shining brightly.
Although it’s just a pattern, it feels incredibly real.
As if a real giant tiger is sealed within the stele, exuding an astonishing kingly aura.
And this is the totem!
Beneath the totem, four mighty characters are carved.
——Sky Tiger Tribe!
Suddenly.
A child runs out from a house.
This child is only three or four years old, with a small tiger tooth, wearing a red belly band, and a golden bell hanging around the neck.
As he runs, the bell lets out a crisp sound.
But!
The child’s mouth is full of blood!
Moreover.
His small eyes gleam with a hint of bloodthirst, full of menace!
He stands in the snow outside, scanning the surroundings, his eyes suddenly gleaming, wiping the blood from his mouth, and the sinister aura between his brows instantly vanishes.
At that moment.
A robust man in black descends above the Sky Tiger Tribe.
It is Yan Wei!
The child in the belly band raises his head, looking at Yan Wei, his rosy little face carrying an innocent and naive smile, appearing very well-behaved.
"Finally back."
Meanwhile.
Yan Wei stands high in the air, looking down at the tribe below, feeling a myriad of emotions.
In the past.
He went confidently to the Black Dragon Glacier, but as a result, he not only failed to gain the Demon Dragon’s legacy, but nearly died there.
In the end, he survived but became someone else’s servant, his life out of his control.
If heaven could give him another chance, he would rather die than enter the Black Dragon Glacier again.
"It’s all the trouble caused by greed!"
He sighed deeply in his heart, adjusted his mood, and a faint smile appeared on his face.
He concealed his feelings to prevent his clansmen from worrying.
"Hmm?"
But just as he was about to go down, his expression was perplexed.
Where did all the people in the tribe go? How come not a single one is seen?
Soon!
He noticed the child in the belly band.
Swish!
With a flicker, he landed in front of the child, squatted down, gently holding the child’s shoulders, and asked with a smile, "Whose child are you? Where are the others?"
The Sky Tiger Tribe possessing its own totem indicates there are at least a million people.
In a million-people tribe, even if Yan Wei is the leader, it’s impossible to know everyone.
"I don’t know."
"Uncle, can you take me home?"
"I seem to be lost."
The child in the belly band shook his head, his voice childish, with a hint of confusion on his little face.
"Alright."
Yan Wei affectionately smiled, reached out to pick up the child, and asked, "What are your parents’ names?"
"The names of my parents?"
"Let me think."
The child in the belly band scratched his head, suddenly laughed, "I remembered, my father’s name is Yama, and my mother’s name is Death."
"Yama?"
"Death?"
Yan Wei was bewildered, reaching out to touch the child’s forehead, no fever, how could he be spouting nonsense?
Creaaak!
Just then.
The door of a nearby house was gently pushed open, and a man cautiously stuck out his head, scanning the outside.
"Leader?"
Seeing Yan Wei, the man’s eyes showed surprise and suspicion.
However, when he saw the child in Yan Wei’s arms, his face changed drastically, yelling, "Leader, be careful!"
"Huh?"
Yan Wei was startled, quickly scanning around, and then looked at the man, puzzled, "Be careful of what?"
"Be careful of him!"
The man pointed at the child in the belly band, his face full of terror.
"What’s wrong with him?"
Yan Wei suspiciously lowered his head, looking at the child in his arms, who grinned back at him.
Instantly!
A surge of intense crisis filled Yan Wei’s heart.
Without thinking, he hurriedly threw the child away.
But simultaneously!
The child reached out his small hand, that tender little arm, like a sharp blade, pierced into Yan Wei’s abdomen with a puff!
"Ah..."
Yan Wei instantly cried out in agony, his face distorted.
"Leader!"
"You little beast, I’ll fight you to the death!"
At this scene.
The man hiding behind the door let out an angry roar and charged towards Yan Wei frantically.
"What?"
"The leader is back?"
And the man’s shout also startled the entire Sky Tiger Tribe.
Bang bang bang!
One door after another was banged open, groups of people continuously rushed out, including men, women, young and old.
"It really is the leader!"
The Sky Tiger Tribe was suddenly in an uproar, all swarming towards Yan Wei.
And the child in the belly band, after piercing Yan Wei’s Qi Sea, retreated swiftly, standing in the snow, surveying the surging crowd.
The menace between his brows reappeared.
"Leader, are you alright? Are you hurt?"
The big man who first discovered Yan Wei ran to his side and asked with concern.
"My Qi Sea was shattered by him."
Yan Wei’s face was pale and his limbs weak, and it was only with the support of the big man that he managed to stand up.
He glared viciously at the apron-wearing child and asked, "Who are you?"
"Can’t you see? I’m just a child!"
The child in the apron blinked his little eyes, looking pitiably at Yan Wei and said.
"Chief, don’t be deceived by his appearance!"
The big man hastily reminded.
"Right!"
"This little beast is not only incredibly powerful but also extremely cruel."
"Many of our tribe members have met their tragic end at his hands."
The people behind Yan Wei gathered more and more, all shouting in righteous indignation.
"I didn’t want to either!"
"But who told their blood to be so delicious? I can’t control myself!"
The apron-wearing child said timidly.
"What do you mean?"
Yan Wei was puzzled.
"Every time he kills someone, he drains their blood completely, leaving only a dried corpse."
"In this period, over ten thousand tribe members have died from being drained of their blood."
"He’s simply inhuman!"
"He’s a vampire!"
The cries of grief from the tribe members were unending.
"Drained of blood!"
Yan Wei’s gaze trembled, and he said, "What about the High Priest?"
"The High Priest is dead."
"Not only the High Priest, but all our tribe’s War Saints have also fallen to his hand."
The crowd cried out in sorrow.
Boom!
Hearing this, Yan Wei felt as if struck by a bolt from the blue, his body and mind trembling, his mind rumbling.
All dead...
Why did this happen?
It has only been a year since he left the tribe, how could so much have happened?
"When did this happen?"
He looked at his tribe members behind him and asked, his voice weak and eyes dim, as if he’d aged decades in an instant.
"Half a year ago."
"In these six months, we’ve been like livestock, trapped in despair every day, with no glimpse of hope."
"Chief, you shouldn’t have come back!"
"If you hadn’t returned, our Sky Tiger Tribe might still have had hope of rising again."
"But now, not only are we going to die, but you are as well!"
The crowd cried out in grief.
The elders of the tribe wept bitterly.
And the children lay in their parents’ arms, crying loudly.
Every face filled with helplessness.
Yan Wei said, "Is this why you didn’t send me a message?"
"Yes."
"He’s too strong, the High Priest was killed instantly by him!"
"Even if we called you back, what could you do? You can’t save us!"
Several elderly men sighed in lament.
"What?"
Upon hearing this.
A storm surged in Yan Wei’s heart.
To know.
The High Priest had the same cultivation level as him, an Eight-star War Saint, and was killed instantly?
How strong was this child’s power, really?
He abruptly turned his head, staring intently at the apron-wearing child, and shouted, "Who exactly are you? Why do this to my Sky Tiger Tribe?"
"Heh heh."
The apron-wearing child grinned and said playfully, "Do you still remember the Mu Family."
"You..."
Yan Wei’s eyes widened, swallowing hard, and said, "You’re from the Mu Family?"
"Yes."
The apron-wearing child nodded.
Yan Wei’s face turned ashen.
In the past, when he heard of the Mu Family, not only would he not be afraid, he might even be disdainful.
But now, he dared not!
The terror of the Mu Family, he had personally experienced, was not something his Sky Tiger Tribe could provoke.
"Why?"
He asked.
"Isn’t it simple?"
"You helped Qin Feiyang oppose my Mu Family, so of course my Mu Family wouldn’t let you off easily."
"With my Mu Family’s power, finding your Sky Tiger Tribe was too easy."
"How about this: since you’ve returned, tell me Qin Feiyang’s whereabouts, or trick him into coming here directly."
"Then, if I’m in a good mood, I might spare your Sky Tiger Tribe."
The apron-wearing child said with a smile.
"Help Qin Feiyang?"
"Chief, is what he’s saying true?"
"How did you get involved with Qin Feiyang? You must know, he’s someone the Elixir Tower has marked for death!"
The members of the Sky Tiger Tribe looked at Yan Wei in disbelief.
"Do you think I wanted to?"
Yan Wei let out a deep sigh, looking at the apron-wearing child, and said, "You want to kill me, I accept. I only ask you to spare my tribe members."
"Do you think that’s possible?"
"Right now, you only have one way, and that’s to lure Qin Feiyang here."
The apron-wearing child said.
"I’ve already parted ways with him."
"I don’t even know where he is now."
"And I haven’t established a contract bridge with him, so I can’t contact him at all."
Yan Wei said.
"Then there’s no choice, I can only kill your tribe members one by one."
The apron-wearing child’s expression turned cold, a glimmer of bloodlust flashing in his eyes.
It was a bloodthirsty glow, exuding unparalleled ferocity!
His small arm reached into the air, and a twelve or thirteen-year-old boy from the crowd flew toward him uncontrollably.
And Yan Wei, with his Qi Sea shattered and cultivation lost, was powerless to stop it, only able to watch as the boy landed in front of the apron-wearing child.
"The taste of blood, it’s so wonderful."
The apron-wearing child licked his lips, lightly cutting a wound on the boy’s body with his finger, the blood gushing out instantly.
And then that blood continuously flowed into the apron-wearing child’s mouth, he showed a face of intoxication, and the bloodthirsty glow in his eyes grew ever stronger.
