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So what Zhang Jue has to do now is to stop those people.

The opponent has already taken away the seal from One Tribe, so their next target must be the Four Tribes who hold the remaining three fragments.

Zhang Jue knew something was wrong, and immediately ran outside in three steps and two steps.

He must rush back to the Four Tribes!

Zhang Jue jumped out of the basement, ran out of the big tent, and ran towards the gate of the entire tribe.

He needs to use the sculpture there to return to the Four Tribes.

Seeing that the sculpture was right in front of him, Zhang Jue suddenly came to a sudden stop.

Because there was already a person waiting for him at the gate of the tribe.

"Long time no see, Consultant Zhang." The man in black robe said.

The dark aura emanating from the other party was very special, and Zhang Jue recognized his identity immediately.

It was the mysterious person who described 2950 (the chair) as a monster.

After he killed the painter, the man was hunted down by the Black Queen and Dr. Clef, but finally escaped.

Later, they have been tracking his traces, but found nothing. It turned out that he hid here.

It seems that he should be related to the seven tribes living here.

In terms of strength, Zhang Jue is not afraid of anyone now.

He smiled and said, "What's the matter, I'm tired of working, and I'm here to seek death?"

The mysterious man said: "Consultant Zhang, you are always so confident. Before the fight, it is not clear who will win and who will lose."

"Okay, since you're willing to die, I'm willing to bury you too." Zhang Jue summoned his long black knife, "If you dare to run away again today, you're a bastard son of a bitch!"

"..."

It was originally a contest between two strong men, but when Zhang Jue said this, the painting style suddenly changed, as if two hooligans were fighting.

The mysterious man said: "Consultant Zhang, don't you wonder who I am?"

"I'm very curious." Zhang Jue carried the black long knife on his shoulder, and approached him step by step, "So I plan to kill you first."

"Don't be so troublesome, I can tell you right now." The man in black laughed, stretched out his hand, and slowly lifted the huge hat on his head.

If there is an abnormality, there must be a demon.

This mysterious black-robed man exposed his identity for no reason, which made Zhang Jue a little wary.

Zhang Jue narrowed his eyes and looked at him, ready to deal with possible changes at any time.

But nothing changed.

The mysterious man simply lifted his hat, revealing his pale face.

He must have some kind of disease, his skin is frighteningly white, even his eyebrows and hair are white.

"My name is Wakdul, I am a descendant of the Diwa tribe, and the members of the eighth tribe are all my subordinates." The mysterious man said, holding the 140 in his hand, "Consultant Zhang, do you know this What does it mean?"

It turned out that this person was a descendant of the Daeva tribe, no wonder he was so difficult to deal with.

Not to mention his own strength, 140 in his hands will definitely cause another turmoil.

Zhang Jue looked at him: "Why did you tell me this?"

"Because I want to cooperate with you." Wackdüller said, "Consultant Zhang, you know my strength very well. Now I have 140 in hand. As long as the two of us cooperate, whether it is the Administration or the GOC, it will not be a problem. Our opponents, the world will be ours sooner or later."

"I see." Zhang Jue nodded, "This proposal is not bad, so let's start working together now."

"..."

Wackdüller did not expect that Zhang Jue would agree so easily, and the words he had originally thought up did not come in handy.

Seeing Zhang Jue walking towards him again, Wakdüller retreated little by little: "Consultant Zhang, you didn't lie to me—"

"How could I lie to people?" Zhang Jue kept walking while carrying a long knife.

Wackerdüller saw that Zhang Jue was not sincere, and said angrily, "Zhang Jue, don't deceive people too much! I treat you like this, but you don't know what's good, I—"

"Okay, stop farting there."

Zhang Jue snorted.

"You talk so much, you don't hesitate to expose your true colors to me, isn't it just to delay the time, come on, I want to see how long you can delay."

"you--"

Seeing that Zhang Jue had seen through his scheme, Wakduler laughed out loud.

"Zhang Jue, it doesn't matter if you figure it out, even if you rush back now, it's too late, the seal on that thing has been lifted, hahahaha—"

With that said, he disappeared into thin air.

Zhang Jue walked to the giant sculpture with a cold face.

Put your hand on it and think of the Fourth Tribe.

The next second, he opened his eyes, and he had already appeared on the familiar hillside.

On the other side of him, in the camp of the fourth tribe, a dark red force soared into the sky.

The seal of something was broken.

……

Thanks to Mr. Qin Zhidao for the reward.

Chapter 418 Blood

A long time ago, seven tribes lived together in peace and contentment.

But one day, a huge force eroded the world they lived in, and the people were in dire straits.

After a long struggle, the elders of the seven tribes defeated it.

But they couldn't kill it, so they could only choose to seal it up.

In order to prevent it from breaking through the seal, these elders divided their land into seven parts according to time, which were managed by the seven tribes.

In order to prevent these things from gathering together, they each held a fragment of the seal.

However, what they don't know is that in this land, there is another tribe - the eighth tribe.

They are all descendants of the Daevite tribe.

Their current leader is a man named Wakduler.

Wackerdüller found 140 from the outside world, and then found a way to lift the seal.

On this day, they finally got their wish and collected the seven sealed fragments.

Seven urns were arranged in a specific shape to form a circle, and an old mage stood in the center of the circle, chanting incantations.

At this moment, the people of the four tribes have all been captured and tied together.

The chiefs of the four tribes were tearing their eyes open: "No! You can't do this!!"

But no one paid him any attention.

As the ceremony progressed, the dark clouds changed, and the sky and the earth changed colors.

There seemed to be a bloody smell in the surrounding air.

At this moment, Wakduler suddenly appeared.

He just came back from a tribe and managed to delay Zhang Jue for a while.

The ceremony has come to an end.

The elder let out a long whistle.

Strong winds, lightning and thunder.

The seven urns were shattered inch by inch, and a dark red force soared into the sky.

This seal, which had been sealed in dust for many years, was finally opened.

The chiefs of the four tribes stared blankly at this scene.

Then rolled his eyes and passed out.

The strong wind swept the sand, making everyone unable to open their eyes.

After a while, it slowly stopped.

Everyone couldn't wait to look towards the center of the circle.

I saw a man in a red robe standing there.

At this moment, he was looking at his hands, and murmured: "I, I'm back, hahahaha, I'm back!!"

Although it has been sealed for an unknown number of years, he has never forgotten all this.

There was a crimson light faintly exuding from his body.

Wackerdüller stepped forward and asked, "Are you all right?"

The man in red looked him up and down: "You are a descendant of Sander."

Abraham Sander is the name of the ancestor of the Daeva tribe.

Wakdüller nodded: "Exactly."

"Good job." The man in red patted him on the shoulder, "Since I have returned to this world, that lord will come soon, and you and your people will be under his protection forever, forever."

Wakduler clasped his fists and said, "Thank you, my lord."

The man in red was about to speak.

A lazy voice came from outside the tent.

"What, I'm bothering you to recognize your relatives, but I really want to ask, are you the one who is sealed in those seven urns?"

Wackdüller recognized Zhang Jue's voice immediately, and immediately hid behind the man in red, pointed at the figure at the door with a long black knife on his shoulder, and said, "My lord, this man's name is Zhang Jue. He obstructed our actions in every possible way, without him, I would have rescued you."

"Oh? Really?" The man in red narrowed his eyes, his body overflowing with murderous aura.

Wakduler nodded: "He is difficult to deal with, sir, you have to be careful."

Zhang Jue was not far from them, and he also heard what Wakduler said, and smiled: "Mother, in your opinion, I'm just difficult, I'm really sorry—"

As Zhang Jue walked into the camp step by step, Wakduler led his tribe back a little bit.

In the center of the arena, only the man in red was left standing face to face with Zhang Jue.

The distance between the two was only a few meters, but neither of them took the lead.

At their level, they can sense each other's strength to a certain extent.

Both sides sensed the danger, and whoever made the move first might reveal a flaw.

The man in red frowned slightly, he didn't expect to meet such a strong enemy just after his seal was lifted.

In contrast, Zhang Jue is much more casual.

As long as the other party is a person, he is not afraid.

If what is sealed in the urn is some invisible and intangible things like disasters, it will be difficult for him to deal with.

So although he was always vigilant physically, he kept talking.

"Hey, buddy, your look is very unique. It reminds me of a villain's look, but that person ended up miserable. The child he raised for 20 years was not his own, and his wife ran away with someone else, although in the end he I had my own child through surrogacy, but when I was born, I found that there was no ass hole, you said that child provoked someone—"

Zhang Jue's voice was always lazy, a little beating.

Although the man in red doesn't need to live like an ordinary person, things like wearing a cuckold don't suit him at all.

But he could tell that Zhang Jue was insulting him.

People like them.

You can be defeated, you can be killed, but you can't be insulted.

"Enough!" he growled under his breath.