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At this moment, Guduo was walking at the front of the team.

He sometimes stopped and sometimes jumped onto the treetops.

He led the Brahma people westwards, and they quickly bypassed the Great Swamp.

Led by Gudo, they walked into a dense forest.

The trees in this dense forest are tall and towering, with branches and leaves intertwined.

It blocked most of the sunlight, making the forest dim.

Only in this way can we avoid being easily discovered by the hunters of the Jingyuan Temple.

This is also the experience that Guduo has summed up after living alone for many years.

It is also necessary to destroy all traces left along the way.

So as they moved forward, Gudo would occasionally explore the traces left by the team.

He would use branches to smooth out footprints on the ground and bury broken twigs under leaves to cover the traces of their passage.

If he came across ashes from a campfire, he would bury them, making sure not a trace of smoke or sparks remained.

However, the number of people in the Brahma tribe is large, and after the expansion, the total number of men, women, young and old is close to two hundred.

This means that their travels will inevitably leave a lot of traces.

The crying of children and the difficulty of walking of the elderly also made it difficult for the team to move quietly.

Moreover, the Brahma tribe carried a lot of supplies and food, so they left many footprints on the ground that were difficult to erase.

Even if Gudo tried his best to cover it up, it was still difficult to completely eliminate it.

Moreover, the Jingyuan Temple has many means, and they can also rely on the sense of smell of wild beasts to find them.

On weekdays, Gu Duo is always alone, coming and going without a trace.

He eats raw meat and drinks blood, and he doesn't need to make a fire to cook.

Only now did I realize how difficult it was to lead so many people to escape from the Jingyuan Temple.

This also made Guduo's heart full of worries. He understood the tyranny of the Jingyuan Temple.

They will never give up easily on what they want to do.

So he could only pray secretly, hoping that they could find a hiding place temporarily before being discovered.

But the cruel reality made him realize that their hope of escape was still very slim.

There is even a possibility that he might lose his life here.

After thinking for some time, Guduo decided to leave.

After all, he had no relationship with the Brahma tribe.

Leading the way and sheepskin, both are just because they have a common enemy,

Coupled with Atu's friendly persuasion, Guduo just lost his mind for a moment.

If this continues, Gudo understands.

Not only the Brahma clan, but even he will die here.

After thinking it through, Gudo didn't tell anyone about it.

After all, he had done his best and had neither the obligation nor the ability to continue leading the Brahmas out of Mount Ami.

Uro was not surprised to see Gudo disappear into the depths of the gloomy forest.

After all, Guduo had gone to explore the way several times and it was always like this.

Gudo would not lead them forward until he was sure that the road ahead was truly safe.

Time passed by, the sun gradually set,

The afterglow shines through the gaps in the leaves, creating mottled shadows on the ground.

But Gudo didn't come back for a long time, and the anxiety in everyone's hearts quickly spread.

Uro frowned, feeling an ominous premonition in his heart.

He could no longer hold back and said to Maha:

"I'll go check it out. Guduo hasn't come back for so long. Maybe something happened."

After thinking about it, Maha nodded and said, "I'll go with you!"

Shaliyan said: "Then you guys be careful, I'll be here in case of any wild animals attacking."

Then, Uro and the other two began to move in the direction that Gudo had left.

They walked lightly and kept their eyes on the surroundings.

After all, although Guduo's strength is good,

But if you meet the mountain god or the priest of the Jingyuan Temple, I'm afraid it will be very dangerous.

The two walked for a long time, following the route that Gudo had taken.

Maha did find Gudo's footprints.

But the further they walked, the stranger things seemed to them.

Because the distance they had walked had already exceeded the range of the reconnaissance route.

Wu Luo felt something was wrong: "You said... Guduo might have run away because he was afraid of the Jingyuan Temple, right?"

Maha said in a deep voice: "It's possible."

"We could actually see along the way that he was unhappy with our speed and the marks we left on the road."

"Besides, he has no relationship with our Brahma tribe. If it weren't for the elders, he wouldn't have said a word to us."

Uro sighed: "Then let's turn around and go back?"

Maha shook his head: "If we go a little further, maybe Guduo has discovered the trace of the Jingyuan Temple and wants to lead them away."

The two agreed to go a short distance further and then turn back.

At this moment, an eerie silence permeated the dense forest.

The two walked for a while again.

When Uro saw a huge ancient tree, the scene before him made him freeze instantly and his breathing was choked.

In their eyes, Gudo was hanging on a thick branch.

His limbs hung limply and his body swayed slightly in the breeze.

His clothes were stripped off and half of his skin was cruelly peeled off, revealing his bloody body underneath.

The blood in the wound had coagulated and turned dark red, forming a sharp contrast with the pale skin around it.

Gudo's originally weather-beaten face was replaced by a twisted look of pain.

What made Uro even more angry and frightened was that on the ground beneath Gudo, someone had drawn a hideous smiling face with blood.

He knew that this was the rule of many tribesmen.

It means that this person has angered the gods, and this smile represents the gods’ happy smile.

That smile is like a mockery, deeply imprinted

Uro felt a surge of anger rushing to his head. He clenched his fists and said, "Who did this? So cruel..."

Maha took a deep breath and said, "Uro, this must be the method of the Jingyuan Temple!"

"They are the only ones who have the ability to kill Gudo."

"They may have already found our location. Gudo has always been their target. Killing him now is to eliminate this threat in advance."

After hearing Maha's words, Uro's anger subsided a little.

But what replaced it was deep despair.

After all, Guduo is dead, which means that the Brahma clan has been exposed.

The two looked at each other, quickly turned around and rushed away.

They were extremely anxious and well aware of the consequences of being late.

However, the accident still happened.

Or perhaps all this was not an accident at all, but something that the Jingyuan Temple had planned long ago.

When they returned to the tribe's camp, the scene before them was like a nightmare.

Their expressions froze in an instant, and even their breathing stopped.

The tribesmen who were still alive were now lying on the ground in a mess.

The blood flowed in the soil, dyeing the surrounding dead leaves and grass red.

Some of the people who died in different ways had their eyes wide open, with expressions of fear still on their faces.

Some twisted their bodies, as if they were still struggling in the last moments of their lives.

The women and children in the tribe were not spared, and the children were now lying in a pool of blood.

Amidst this bloody scene, Maha and Uro looked towards a tree trunk not far away.

Chali was also hung on a tree with a straw rope at this moment.

The body of the Kshatriya drooped limply, and his head tilted to one side.

His face was covered in blood, and it was hard to tell whether it was blood oozing from the wound or someone else's blood splashed on it.

His body was also covered with scars and blood, and in some places one could even see white bones.

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His legs hung unnaturally, as if they were broken, and dangling lifelessly.

The priest dressed in mottled tiger skin stood beside the Kshatriya, with a cold and complacent smile on his face and a kind of condescending contempt in his eyes.

"Khalil!" Uro let out a sad roar.

Uro felt a surge of blood rushing to his head, and the grief and anger in his heart were like a volcanic eruption that was difficult to suppress.

His hands were clenched into fists, his nails dug deep into his palms, leaving streaks of blood.

Maha's body was also trembling slightly, his eyes were full of shock and despair,

His lips kept trembling, but he couldn't utter a word.

At this moment, Uro wanted to rush over desperately, but was stopped by Maha.

Maha's voice was trembling:

"Uro, calm down! We can't be impulsive, this is their trap!"

He suppressed the impulse in his heart, but the anger in his eyes was still burning.

He knew that Maha was right, but looking at the tragic situation of the tribe and the uncertain life and death of the Kshatriya, his emotions collapsed.

Uro took a deep breath and tried to calm himself down. He knew that being impulsive at this moment would only make the situation worse.

Maha looked around, trying to find terrain that could be used to see if he could find a chance to rescue Shali.

After all, with the strength of the Jingyuan Temple, they want revenge at this stage.

It's simply impossible.

Maha fixed his eyes on the dead wild dog lying on the side.

The mountain treasure was in the wild dog's belly.

This is the secret that Wu Luo and the other two, as well as Atu, just learned.

Except for these four people, the rest of the tribe did not know the exact location of the mountain treasure.

At this moment, it was unknown whether Kshatriya was alive or dead, and Atu was also held up by several people.

They didn't kill Atu, apparently just to find out the whereabouts of Shanbao.

Maha’s idea is to take away the mountain treasure first.

Only with the mountain treasures in hand can they become stronger.

Without the mountain treasure, how can we fight against the Jingyuan Temple and avenge our people?

At this moment, Maha's eyes were constantly scanning the surroundings vigilantly.

He knew very well that once they were discovered, both of them would most likely die here.

The wild dog's corpse was lying in a mess on an open space not far away, emitting a disgusting stench.

For this reason, there are no people from the Jingyuan Temple nearby.

Slowly, the two of them continued to crawl forward.

The two finally approached the wild dog's corpse. Maha squatted down gently and signaled Uro to help.

They tried to move the wild dog's body as quietly as possible.

But unexpectedly, an accident happened at this moment.

“Woof?!”

The barking of a dog suddenly broke the silence.

A giant dog as big as a calf suddenly pounced towards the two of them.

"It's still exposed..." Maha gritted his teeth, knowing that he was determined to fight to the death.

He shouted, "Uro, charge!"

The two men rushed towards the wild dog's corpse like tigers, picked it up and tried to escape in the opposite direction.

The priest reacted very quickly. He clasped his hands together and began to mutter something.

Suddenly, the air around them became heavy, and an invisible pressure came towards Maha and Uro.

Maha and Uro only felt difficulty breathing, and their bodies seemed to be restrained by an invisible force.

The next moment, Maha's blood and energy surged and he broke free from the restraints.

Maha slapped the giant dog's head with one palm, smashing it into pieces.

The priest raised his eyebrows when he saw this.

Suddenly, his body began to twist and deform.

The black mist surged out like a tide, enveloping him.

When the mist gradually dissipated, the priest's appearance had changed greatly.

At this moment, he had tiger-like fangs on his face and his arms were covered with scales.

Sharp claws grew on its fingertips, and it had a barbed tail trailing behind it.

Maha shouted loudly, his voice like a bell.

Then his body flashed and his right fist fell with a tremendous force.

A cruel smile appeared on the corner of the priest's mouth, and he swung his claws to meet Maha's fist.

Fists and claws collided, sparks flew everywhere.

The impact force spread out in all directions like a hurricane, uprooting nearby trees and causing rocks to collapse.

Uro seized the opportunity, advanced and went around behind the priest.

But because of his limited strength, he was swept away by the priest from behind.

Uro suddenly felt a huge force coming, and his body flew backwards involuntarily. He rolled on the ground for several times before he could barely stabilize his body.

Maha took advantage of the gap when the priest attacked Uro and launched another attack.

His fists struck out continuously like a meteor chasing the moon, and each punch carried an overwhelming force.

The priest waved his claws and tried to block.

However, Maha's attacks were continuous like a storm, which gradually made him overwhelmed.

A hint of ruthlessness flashed in the priest's eyes, and he turned around and pounced directly at Uro.

Seeing this, Maha shouted, "Uro, be careful!"

But in just a moment, the priest had already locked Uro's neck and lifted him up high.

Wu Luo's face turned purple, and his limbs struggled hard.

He kicked in the air and let out incoherent roars, but he was unable to break free from the priest's grip.

The priest raised a cruel smile and said to Mahayan, "I will give you two choices. Either you commit suicide immediately, and I will spare his life."

"Or watch him die slowly in front of your people, in agony and torture."

All of a sudden, all the warriors of the Jing Yuan Temple picked up their weapons and attacked the Brahmans who were still breathing on the ground.

"Maha... leave me alone..." Wu Luo squeezed out a few words with difficulty: "Run!"

The priest snorted impatiently and increased the strength of his hands.

Uro's eyes rolled up and his consciousness gradually became blurred.

Maha clenched his teeth so tightly that his gums bled and the smell of blood filled his mouth.

His body was trembling slightly and beads of sweat the size of beans kept rolling down his forehead.

Finally, a trace of determination flashed in his eyes, and he slowly raised his hand and reached towards his throat. (End of this chapter)