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The attack of the snakemen began to weaken after Yassen crushed the little boss. Coupled with the terrifying power of the high priest, their morale was completely lost.

soon.

After spending a lot of effort and manpower, the attack was completely prevented by the natives of the tribe, and they even captured several snake-man prisoners.

They were locked in cages made of tough bamboo strips and sprayed saliva at the spear-wielding natives outside.

Yassen walked to one of the cages and observed the appearance of a snake man.

It has earthy brown skin and black and reddish hair. At first glance, it looks no different from ordinary aboriginals. But if you look closely, you will see a layer of fine snake scales woven on the skin at the corners of its eyes.

"Sigh~"

The snake man suddenly opened his mouth, revealing sharp fangs, and sprayed an unknown liquid from his throat to Yasen's feet, and thick white smoke instantly rose.

The ground around Yasen's feet was corroded by the splash, but his feet were unharmed.

"This is not human at all." Yassen leaned back a little to avoid being splashed again.

Although protected by protective clothing, the saliva from other creatures still makes Yassen feel sick.

At this moment, a warm hand touched his shoulder.

The high priest came to Yassen and stood side by side with him, looking seriously at the non-human in the cage.

"At least it was once human, they were all once the people of our neighboring tribe, the 'Kason'."

Yassen looked at the snake man again. Not only had its body changed, but its spiritual realm had also been distorted to the point that only the most primitive animality and killing instincts remained.

"When did they become them?" Yassen asked.

"Maybe a month ago, maybe earlier... we have no way of knowing."

The high priest sighed, "When we first met the people of the Kasen tribe, we realized that the matter was not as serious as usual. Their bodies retained the characteristics of snakes, and their minds were filled with irrational and violent killings. , and even sometimes cannibalize themselves!”

"Did you find the reason?"

"There are no clues yet. We have been evenly matched with them in the rainforest. Both sides suffered casualties, so we never had time to explore the truth until you arrived..."

Yassen pointed at himself, "My arrival? Does it mean that my arrival breaks the balance between your two tribes?"

"That's right." The high priest pulled Yassen down and sat on the floor with him. "Do you still remember that at the beginning, Abu kept calling you 'Guda'?"

"Remember……"

Yassen remembered that the native had been shouting this word to him since he emerged from the earth.

If there hadn't been that native at that time, Yasen might not have come to this tribe by accident, and he would naturally not have been involved in the fight between the two tribes.

"In our Uster tribe, that word means 'unbalanced person'. Only those who break the balance of life and death can obtain this title."

The high priest looked at the trees in the distance, "According to the legend passed down in the tribe, when a 'Guda' appears, the entire rainforest will enter an uneasy time."

It sounds serious...

Yassen secretly wondered whether the old man would kill himself for the sake of the balance of the world after the incident was completed.

"Don't worry, Yassen Garcia."

The high priest saw Yasen's little thoughts at a glance, "Actually, from the moment you agreed to help regardless of the risk of your life, we have already regarded you as a member of the tribe, with different blood. family."

"family."

Yasen repeated it twice in his mind silently, and then looked at the natives walking in the tribe in the distance, and couldn't help but sigh at their innocence.

"So, when are we going to set off and crush the Carson tribe's base camp?"

"Wait a moment, wait until I prepare the manpower, and set off immediately." The high priest stood up and left Yasen's side. "It will take a lot of time to walk to the Kasen tribe on foot."

……

……

three hours later.

Yasen finally arrived at his destination under the leadership of the troops assembled by the high priest.

This journey was far more difficult than Jason imagined. Not only did he have to cross huge moss-covered crossbars, but he also had to avoid black swamps that swallowed human corpses and bubbled with grunts, not to mention the predators lurking in the woods. them.

If there were no natives who had lived in the primeval forest since childhood to lead the way and avoid most risks, even Yasen, who had absorbed the characteristics, would have fallen somewhere here.

Frogs croaked and insects chirped, and the air stunk.

Yasen and the high priest beside him opened a huge leaf and saw the architectural complex of the Kasen tribe.

The living area of ​​the Kason tribe is very small. Except for the place where they sleep, which is a simple "box" made of wood and stone, the rest of the area is no different from that of the Uster tribe.

But the strange thing is that no natives of the Carson tribe were seen walking around.

Yassen looked around and found that it was still early, not even dusk yet, so there was no possibility of them taking a rest.

The high priest also felt strange, so he pouted his lips and made a common bird call in the rain forest.

This is the signal issued by the high priest to explore the Kason tribe.

soon.

On the other side of the grass near the Kason tribe, a bird song echoed in response to him, and then there was the sound of rustling grass.

Yasen looked around and could roughly see more than a dozen natives hiding in the woods.

But the high priest told him that this time, he brought nearly a hundred soldiers to counterattack.

"He is truly a warrior in the rainforest, a natural concealment expert."

Just as Yasen finished admiring, several more rapid bird calls sounded in the rain forest.

"Can we start the attack?" Yassen asked the high priest beside him, but found that his face was very strange.

"We don't need to attack, according to the intelligence sent back," the high priest said hesitantly, as if he couldn't believe this fact.

"No one from Carson's tribe survived."