A little girl asked puzzled.
Obviously, the witch tribe in Tianlu Li is highly regarded, especially popular with children, because he often braggs to children and forces them to tell stories outside the mountain.
Another child cried and was sent to the boat by his family. He cried, "I don’t want to part with my father and mother. If I run away, I will die and never see you again."
The scene was full of children crying, parents tearfully saying goodbye to their children, and calm old people urged "hurry up, don’t let Tianlu fall here."
"Let’s witch tribe have seeds, and they can flourish again. One day, we will find the ancient glory and sacrifice Tianlu. Let’s go with the kids. It’s too late to come."
An elderly tribal elder shouted that this was the scene where the witch gods gathered in the middle of the tribe.
However, even after receiving the notice from Tianlu Li, people in the periphery tried their best to get to the ship in the central area. They also knew that Tianlu Li could not take away many people, so they could hold together with their families and wait for death.
But whether people cry, laugh, sigh or curse, no one complains about the chief.
Everyone knows that today is the poll tax day, but the big chief didn’t choose anyone today, and many people already noticed that the atmosphere was wrong.
Now it’s really a war, even if the outcome is that they will die, but many people are inexplicably relaxed
Maybe it’s better to die with your family than to wait for yourself, or your relatives don’t know which day they will be selected and give the poll tax to the ant lion family.
Tianlu Li looked at all kinds of creatures in the witch tribe and could not help but get a little wet in the long life course. "What don’t blame the big chief? What don’t blame me! We screwed up! "
He growled like questioning everyone and asking himself that the final sound changed effectively. "What’s wrong with saying that you have to die and live on your knees!" ? Living is always better than dying. There is hope in living! "
An old man from the Witch Tribe was full of white hair. At this time, he trembled and climbed the ladder to the roof and sat there looking at the distant sunset. "Tianlu, is there really hope for the Terran in the world?" We are dirt, old man. I have been thinking for many years and I don’t know what our ancestors did wrong to make us suffer such punishment … "
He sighed with emotion, "Our most barren land has been destroyed, and everything has been done to meet the ravages of all ethnic groups. We have dreamed for many years, but we have not seen Gu Rongguang reappear in the dark and wait for the silence of death. Maybe it will be a good result to sleep in the afterglow of the sunset."
In recent years, the witch tribe has suffered too much, and his small gathering place is also miserable, being treated as slaves, livestock, rations for all ethnic groups or playing like ants, and then stepping on it to death.
People in the witch tribe can barely live, but their children can’t get a good education. People have no practice method and grope for it by themselves. Every year, tens of thousands of people die of hunger, far exceeding the so-called poll tax.
Are they waiting for ancient glory? Are they waiting for the answer to the ancient truth? Maybe not. I want to be calm and have a full meal in my daily life, and I can enjoy the spring sunshine without worrying about being trampled to death by a strong person who suddenly passes by.
This is a simple wish, but in such a cruel world, the realization of the law is realized. Are they going to suffer like this because their ancestors committed a great crime?
"Come! Am I slow? ？”
Tianlu Li suddenly turned his head because he felt a strong breath in the distance and swallowed the whole valley.
He immediately ran the treasure ship to take everyone back and forth, only to find that this world was locked by a shape machine.
The yellow sand blowing all over the sky took away the water in the valley, the trees dried up, and people trembled. Some people trembled to the sky and held out their hands. I don’t know who to ask for forgiveness.
"If the lowly terran dares to kill my hundreds of millions of grandchildren by witchcraft, it will wash away your sins with your blood."
Behind the yellow sand all over the sky, there is a shadow that covers the sun. The ant lion patriarch’s voice is all over the mountains and rivers with majesty and rage.
Chuhang walked out of this huge momentum from the tent, and his face was still calm. He waved and blessed one side of the land so that people would not be eroded by yellow sand.
"oh? It’s no wonder that the wizard chief has reached such a state, but he can kill my grandson with witchcraft spells. "
After the yellow sand, the figure said, "If you endure an era, you may really have hope to turn over, but it’s a pity that you can’t hold your breath today."
Tianlu Li hurriedly set sail with the children to escape to the distance.
The old man on the roof trembled with tears in his eyes and took a sip of a pot of old wine. "If ten thousand families abandon heaven and earth, it will be difficult to abandon themselves?"
He laughed wildly and burst into tears.
If you don’t return to the dust, you are doomed.