courier in movie world

Chapter 306 The Yiwei Tribe

"The battle was very fierce. Although some monsters were successfully driven back to the ground in the end, King Kong's race was basically dead, and there was only one left."

"The clansmen also suffered heavy losses. It took nearly 40 years of recuperation to restore some vitality. However, recently, the clansmen guarding the underground reported that those guys are likely to wake up again, and the next attack will be even more terrifying! "

"Only by King Kong himself, the life on the entire island will face annihilation!"

"The aura on your body makes me very uneasy. I'm worried that it will irritate those depraved tribesmen and make them attack in advance."

Tuka sighed silently, with a solemn expression on his face.

"The area of ​​the underground space is dozens of times that of the entire surface space, and the monsters that emerge are only a part close to the surface. Over the years, we have only explored less than 1/10 of it."

"I suspect that in the deeper places, there may be hidden existences that are far more terrifying than those monsters."

"These monsters are far from being called overlords. Maybe they are just food for another creature."

"According to your estimation, how long before the attack will come?" Mo Sen asked.

"According to the feedback from the tribe, maybe it can last for another ten years, but the shock during the day should wake up some monsters. I am afraid that there will not be too few attacks in the recent period. According to my guess, it can only last for another three to five years at most. The attack will come completely!"

Mawson nodded. It seemed that Tuka's tribe didn't know yet that the shock during the day was caused by their arrival. Otherwise, these people on our side might not be able to enter the tribe alive.

After thinking about it, Mo Sen continued to ask, "Did the prophet tell Hank that we will come to this island?"

Until now, he still hasn't figured out how Hank knew that outsiders would land on the island?

Tuka was silent for a while. He seemed unwilling to mention things related to the prophet, and said vaguely, "Following in the footsteps of our ancestors, we cannot speculate on the decision of the prophet."

Mo Sen wanted to continue asking, but looking at Tuka's attitude, he knew that even if he killed the other party, he might not be able to get any information out of it.

In such a tribal society with a simple structure, religious leaders often have terrible control.

This kind of loyalty and belief is unimaginable to modern people, and its loyalty is even stronger than that of the most fanatical religious people.

According to Mawson's guess, most of the tribe's combat power is probably gathered underground to defend the so-called fallen ones.

He looked down along the end of the main hall, and saw that it was pitch black in the distance, so dark that he couldn't see the edge.

In the extreme depths of the island, there might really be some kind of terrifying existence, but Mo Sen knew that the world he was in was not a simple parallel world.

There are indeed many ancient creatures on this planet. There won't be an overlord-level creature like Godzilla sleeping down here, right?
Resisting the idea of ​​being patient and strong, Mo Sen nodded to express his understanding.

"Okay, I've told you everything I need to tell you, outsider, you can leave now."

Tuka obviously didn't want Mo Sen to stay here for a long time, and issued an order to evict him.

"I don't know if I have a chance to meet the Prophet." Mo Sen was unwilling to give up and continued to ask.

"The prophet doesn't want to see you, please leave." Tuka's expression was cold.

Mo Sen frowned, but still did not give up. He pointed to the murals on both sides of the hall, "You are here, let me finish reading and then I will leave."

Tuka hesitated and nodded.

Mo Sen guessed that this might be the limit of Tuka's patience with him. He didn't have any backup force to support him this time, and the battery storage energy in his body was extremely limited. It was really not suitable for a conflict with this mysterious tribe.

Anyway, knowing the specific coordinates of the island, he will land on the island again after he is fully prepared next time, and then he must dig out the core secret of this tribe.

Regarding the powerful physical fitness of the tribe members and this weird way of communication, Mo Sen guessed that these secrets must be hidden underground.

Looking at the murals one by one, with Mo Sen's current level of thinking, it is easy to remember them in a flash.

In addition to normal life, the things recorded above also involved some sacrifices and group activities, and the age of the depiction was completely different. Some of the paint had begun to peel off, which was obviously repaired.

Finally, Mo Sen stopped in front of a mural at the end of the hall.

The patterns on it are extremely weird, and the figures are not in ordinary realistic style, but seem to have some special meanings, and a set of symbols are engraved in the upper right corner of the scroll.

It is obvious that the brush strokes are not randomly smeared, but more like some kind of symbol or language.

"what is this?"

Mawson asked.

"Evie!"

"This is the name of our race." The other Tuka didn't want to talk more.

In the middle of the pattern, there is a weird figure drawn. His head is extremely long, but his body and limbs are very thin. Other details are not obvious, but no matter how he looks at it, he doesn't look like a human being.

This picture has a strong apocalyptic meaning, like a religious leader preaching or spreading knowledge.

Mo Sen was slightly startled. Could it be the so-called prophet on the pattern?
"This prophet of the Yiwe tribe is not human?"

Resisting the curiosity in his heart, Mo Sen scanned it several times to confirm that all the above details were engraved in his mind, and then nodded at Tuka.

"Okay, you can leave now."

A strong soldier was sent to accompany him. After confirming that Moson had completely left the gathering place, Tuka turned back and walked underground.

He walked through the stone steps he had just passed, and came to the main hall that was covered with murals before, and then all the way down, as he continued to deepen, waves of heat emerged, and Tuka's speed became faster and faster.

In the end, only an afterimage could be seen vaguely.

The entire underground world is extremely open, and the roads are winding and intricate. Tuka has been walking for a long time before he came to an open space.

The entire space seems to be a naturally formed cave, and the surrounding stone walls actually reflect a metal-like luster, which is different from the roughness of the primitive society, but has some simple sense of technology.

Tuka opened his hands and knelt on the ground. The blue lines on his body seemed to be connected with the pattern on the ground.

buzzing...

There was a burst of noise from the entire underground space, and a wave came from the very depths of the cave. The sound was very thin, like the neighing of a reptile, and seemed to have a bit of tremors from insects, but it sounded like the roar of a wild beast when listened carefully.

It sounds like a chest tightness.

Hearing this sound, Tuka opened his mouth, and a similar sound came out of his throat.

"Dear Prophet, I need your enlightenment."

"An outsider carrying a demonic aura has broken into the temple. I'm worried that it will alarm those fallen clansmen..." Tuka asked respectfully.

"Clap!"

Accompanied by a soft sound, a thin figure came from the depths of the cave.

A white ape about 1.5 in height.

(End of this chapter)