Chapter 205 Demon Race

The dwarfs were very satisfied with the food they brought, because they were much closer to each other. The chief asked them, "Are you here to hunt in the forest? Or do you want to go through this jungle and go to the other side of the forest? Zhou Xirui told the chief with a smile that he was a boxer and wanted to go through this forest to Meng Danasi, the capital of the Inca Empire, to challenge Uwana, one of the top 12 boxers on the continent.

As soon as the chief heard that the handsome teenager in front of him turned out to be a boxer and dared to challenge the mythical figure of the Inca Empire, Uvana, he immediately looked at the teenager in front of him with new eyes and said with admiration, "You are awesome. You have such great ability at such a young age."

Zhou Xirui hurriedly waved his hand modestly and said, "I didn't fight, hehe, I don't know if I can win." The chief looked at him and encouraged him, "You can do it, young man, have confidence in yourself." Zhou Xirui quickly smiled and nodded.

The chief suddenly frowned and said, "But if you want to cross the forest, you must enter the territory of the Ningelo people. That race is a cannibal demon, very aggressive and brutal. It often robs and kills our dwarf tribes and plunders our women.

It is said that no foreigner can pass through there, so other ethnic groups in the Inca Empire usually bypass the forest to go to the capital Mendarasi, preferring to cross the vast desert than walk through this forest.

"Ha ha, it doesn't matter. You forgot that I am a boxer. No one can stop us from moving forward." Zhou Xirui waved his fist and made a very strong move.

"Cough!" The chief coughed twice to hide his opinion. He still felt that Zhou Xirui and others were a little overpowerful. It was not to fight alone with one person. That was thousands of people with Ninigel. No matter how good they were, they could not break out. What's more, many Ninigelo people were also boxers. This book It is a bloodthirsty and aggressive nation.

"Well, let me tell you about my experience. Maybe you won't think so!" The chief said to them worriedly that he really couldn't bear to let this man die blindly.

The chief took a sip of soup, pondered in pain, and said slowly in a painful tone, "At that time, I just got married to my wife Lilia. We usually got married at the age of 13. I am now 25 years old, which was 12 years ago.

At that time, we did not live here, but lived in the depths of the jungle, a little closer to Ninigro, but also hundreds of miles away. Our family has lived there for generations. There are more than 100 members of the family. My father is a chief. Everything is like today's life, calm and peaceful. It was not until one morning that a poisonous arrow shot on the wood next to me that a terrible change that people could no longer think about.

The poison arrow shot on the wood one foot away from me. I woke up and immediately recognized that it was the arrow of the Ningelo people. I often hunted in the forest and often saw the traces left by them. The men of the older generation always remind us that we must run for their lives immediately when they see the Ninilog people. The average height of the Ninilog people is about 1.8 meters, and the men's bodies are still strong. In contrast, we are too short and too small to fight against these people.

My first reaction was to pull my pregnant wife to run to the jungle quickly. When I ran out of this area, I heard the "swish" sound of arrows shot like raindrops behind me. My heart hurt. My father, mother, brother and sister, and old grandmother were still In the village, I know it is difficult for them to survive.

But I can't stop. My wife is pregnant with my child. I must protect her. It is the man's responsibility. I took my wife to a hidden tree hole and hid it. This is the place where we usually meet. Because the family lives together in the village, even if the couple wants to make out, they must go to the bush to find a place to meet, so this tree hole is our sweetest nest.

I have to settle down with my wife. I must go back to save my relatives. In addition to being a husband, I am also a son and a brother, and my grandmother's favorite grandson. Although I tremble with fear, I still have to go back.

I secretly hid in the bushes beside the village and peeped. I saw that the village was full of arrows. Many rebellious men were killed. The women and children cried and were tied up one by one with rope.

I saw the old people in the village being pushed into a pile, and the babies were snatched by these cruel Ninigrons from their crying mother's arms and fell hard on the tree with their feet. Suddenly, their brain burst.

My handwriting tightened and tried to suppress the idea of rushing to cut off the Niniglo man who dropped the baby. I tried my best to think about my wife in the tree hole and the children who had not yet been born. I didn't rush up, I didn't rush up!" He muttered and emphasized this sentence repeatedly. At this time, the chief's voice was a little choked and seemed to fall into endless guilt.

"They began to kill the old man. I saw my old grandmother, my old grandmother in the crowd!" The chief suddenly pulled his hair in pain and buried his head in his knees. His body trembled slightly, and he could hear the man sobbing.

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