Chapter 206 Escape from the Magic Cave

The chief buried his head and said in a sobbing voice, "The old grandmother is also in the crowd. She is a very loving old man, and everyone in the clan loves her.

She will always call back the warriors and give her food to her filial piety and give them to the greedy children. Young people will go to their grandmother for solutions to any problems they encounter.

The old grandmother knows a lot of herbs in the forest. Anyone in the clan who is sick will go to her for treatment. She is as warm as the sun in our hearts.

But the savage Ninigel picked up the old grandmother and cut her with a knife. The old men stood in front of her one after another. The old men fell in front of the old grandmother one by one. The gentle old man was angry and stood up against the knife.

I couldn't help it anymore. I rushed over, grabbed the man's knife and cut it over. The man was cut down fiercely, but I was also caught.

I closed my eyes and knew that I would die. Sure enough, one of the men raised his knife and was about to cut at me, but he was stopped by a very strong man who came over. He looked at me and asked me to stay, saying that it could be used as a target or sacrifice for living people.

I was forcibly tied to the woman's rope, on which there were some stronger men in the surviving clan. When I was tied up, I heard an old grandmother scream. I didn't dare to look over it. It was extremely painful! Extreme hatred and fear repeatedly tortured in my heart.

We were driven to the city of the Ninilog people. I knew that they built a high city with stones in the depths of the jungle, where tens of thousands of Ninilog people lived. The deeper we go into the jungle, the more afraid we are. This is clearly the way to hell!

Along the road, we had to pass through the narrow cliff path. A child accidentally fell down and dragged another person down. On the cliff, we desperately pulled the rope to drag the two people up. The Ninigro did not help at all. As prisoners, we have less rights to life than a sheep. They are not at all. We don't care about our life or death.

We were taken into the Stone City, where there were a lot of Ninigels. The young women were taken to the high platform of the city and auctioned like animals. They desperately called for help, but we were also tied up and there was nothing we could do.

We were taken to the sacrificial tower, and the priests of the Ninilog people stood at the top. They took us to the bottom of the sacrificial tower, on which the priests chanted spells. They wanted to sacrifice us to the gods of the Niniolo people.

It is said that their gods live in the sacrificial tower. They are a monster with wings, dragon heads and snakes. They like to eat human flesh, so the Ninigelo people threw their prisoners into the tower to feed it.

I was tied to a young man from more than 20 clans in front of me. Because I was caught the latest, I was tied to the back. The first ten people were taken to the sacrificial tower. The one in the front was my cousin, the strong "Bie Ge".

He was caught in front of the altar, and the priest skillfully cut his chest with a knife, took out his heart, and put it on the altar bloody.

The chief raised his head and said sadly, "He was thrown into the small hole of the sacrificial tower and fell down, and the sound of beasts and chewing immediately came from it, which made people shudder.

The rest of the people rushed down the tower crazily, but they were caught by the Ningolo people and thrown into the tower. For a moment, the screams in the tower were endless. At that time, I was so scared that my whole body trembled." Hearing the chief's description, several people also unconsciously rose. A chill.

The chief continued: "The remaining people, including me, were taken to a field full of corpses, and the smell of carrion was suffocating. There was a high thatch in the distance. The Ninigelians who brought us asked us to run to the thatch. He laughed and said, "If we can beat their arrows, let us go."

Everyone ran desperately to the thatch in front of them, and the wind sounded in their ears. The people running around me fell down one by one, and because I was the fastest person in the clan, I miraculously escaped the attack of arrows.

Those Ninilog people have no intention of giving us a chance to escape after we escape. When those people saw that there were still survivors, five Ninigels chased me with weapons.

I ran and ran desperately. I only have one belief in my heart that I must escape back! My wife is still in the tree hole and has unborn children who need me.

When the arrows behind me flew like rain, I was lucky enough to rush into the jungle. This is the world of our dwarves. In the jungle, we are hunters. We know everything here and know how to use all the resources here.

I hid in the bush, made a simple blowing arrow, and put the poison of the highly poisonous tree frog on the arrow. I'm going to kill these Ninigels. They are devils.

In the jungle, I shot two Ninigels with poison arrows and lured them into the trap I set. Finally, I killed the strongest Ninigels with a knife. Who said that our dwarves were weak and we were warriors in the forest." The chief stretched out his fist and made a powerful posture with his eyes It seems particularly firm at this moment.

He continued: "When I rushed back to the village, the tragic scene in front of me made me afraid to look no more. My grandmother was cut in half diagonally, my father's head was cut off, and my mother was killed not far from him, and the blood dyed the fallen leaves red under her.

The crows hovered in the sky and kept barking. The whole village was full of corpses, and there was no trace of life. The wind blew the leaves and made a rustling sound, and my heart was full of sadness.

I dug a big hole and buried the people in the village together. These relatives who once gave me love and warmth died like this.

The chief looked at Zhou Xirui sadly and continued, "I don't know if you can understand my feelings at that time. It's really terrible. All my relatives suddenly died. I feel very lonely, very lonely!"

The chief's wife came over with tears in her eyes and gently put her hand on his shoulder. She said for the village head, "Later, we dare not stay there for fear that the Ninilog people will chase them again.

We came back here. This is the settlement of my mother's family, far away from the Ningelo people. We lived a very happy and peaceful life here. Later, because he was a great warrior and was supported by the clan, everyone recommended him as a chief.

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