Old Singer responded with some excitement, and then said:

"Then, I will wait for your good news at the Whiptail clan's station in the valley. I hope to enjoy the blessings of the gods tomorrow. A healthy chief will certainly help improve the morale of a clan.

Are you right?"

"Greedy old creature!"

Chief Amot immediately felt disgusted. Isn't this old Singer too anxious?

To prepare the ceremony in one night, he had to summon at least two-thirds of the priests in Mossy Valley. But seeing the really bad posture of Old Singer, Amot also understood why this guy was doing this.

Anxious.

Old Singer now has to cough several times even to speak. Its heartbeat is so weak that even a golden person like himself can hardly detect it. It has really reached the edge of death. Whether it can survive tonight is a matter of course.

Unknown number.

"Okay, okay, I will immediately gather people to prepare the ceremony for you. This is the courtesy you deserve as a great chief."

Amot reluctantly agreed for the sake of those valuable gifts. Watching Old Singer leave with a lot of gratitude, the clan leader immediately called the bloodscar clan's military governor responsible for defending the valley.

After hearing the clan leader's inquiry, the latter immediately reported:

"There is indeed a huge convoy outside the valley. The Whiptail Clan brought two hundred and sixty carts pulled by Los beasts. Half of them contained food, and the other half contained weapons and protective equipment. I have sent people to check it.

, no problem has been found so far.

However, there are also a large number of barbarians used to escort such a large convoy, more than 3,000 people."

"Let them send the things to the Bloodscar Clan's warehouse, and then let them leave the Holy Land as soon as possible!"

Chief Amote ordered:

"This batch of food and weapons will arm us with a new army. In addition, you will send people to the territory of the Whiptail clan to receive 50,000 wargs. That is what Old Singer just promised, and there will be an additional ten vassals.

clan."

"Your Majesty, Lord of the Hunt, is Old Chief Singer no longer planning to live his life?"

The defense governor was startled and exclaimed:

"Are you planning to pack up and sell the Whiptail Clan? What is it trying to do?"

"Haha, you are still young. You don't understand the feeling of life passing by but being unable to do anything. Especially since Old Singer is a long-lived jackal. The longer he lives, the weaker his courage becomes."

Amot sneered and said:

"The blessing of time has turned it into a shameful coward. In order to survive, it will do even more shameful things, let alone sell its own clan.

But this guy is indeed treacherous. It has calculated that my god’s next conquest cannot be separated from its clan, so it comes to ask for it at this time. It can not only gain health, but also take advantage of this good opportunity to give away what it has. Take it back from other places on the mainland.

Gee, what a cunning chief. If it were more sincere, I would even extend an invitation to it to become the high priest of my god.

Go, go, take those gifts into our hands, and then send a message to the priests all over the valley, asking them to gather on the hunting cliff as quickly as possible, and take some of the soldiers under your command to help arrange the ceremony there. on site.

This ritual must be completed within one night."

"Oh, okay, okay, I'll go right away."

The tall warlord turned around and left, and soon different orders were issued to different areas throughout the valley, and the Whiptail Clan transport team that was blocked from the valley was finally allowed to enter the holy land of the valley.

The several great warlords of the Whiptail Clan at the head were riding in their own war chariots, while the barbarian soldiers in the rear had no chariots to sit on and had to queue up to move forward.

In the middle of the team, old Senk, wearing an ordinary Jackal armor, looked around with a look of nostalgia mixed with disgust. In the era of the Bone-gnawing King, he had served as the guard governor of Mossy Valley.

It knows the terrain here very well.

Behind it are two thousand warriors carefully selected from the creation guards of the entire Broken Tooth Clan. They do not wear the honorary uniforms nor carry the powerful weapons given by the Creator, but this cannot conceal their willpower once they rise up. The terrifying destructive power created.

They are just pioneers, they only need to capture the entrance to the valley!

Farther away, the Gray Wolf Army and the Creation Guards, commanded by Xian Lang himself, were already on alert. In a few hours, the valley that had witnessed the rise of the Jackals would be in flames.

In this regard, Old Senke has no regrets or dissatisfaction.

On the contrary, it just felt that this moment came too late. After the great cause of the Bone-Gripping King came to an end, this great valley was stolen by Xiaoxiao.

Those servants of the evil god who pretended to be gods and ghosts walked openly on the land where the king once thought deeply about the future of the race, and did the stupid things of worshiping the evil god in the king's base camp where he created glorious achievements.

Everything that has happened in the Moss Valley in the past hundred years is the most terrible desecration of the great cause of the Bone-Grinning King.

At this time, Old Senke had only one thought of revisiting his old place.

It now wants to uncover the explosives hidden under the grain in the carriage it is guarding, and burn this place that reeks of profanity to ashes!

This is what it has been trying to do for the past hundred years.

Well, there is no need to hide it anymore. Soon, it will bring back the glory that the jackals have forgotten under the guidance of the evil god.

Just tonight!

Right here, the evil god will reap the consequences!——

"Lord! I know that the God-killing operation is very secretive, but at least give us some preparation time before setting off!"

The team of God-killers was currently speeding through the Dark Mountains. Uncle Fording, who was riding a war horse, complained:

"This place is at least a hundred kilometers away from the battlefield. Is it really too late for us to rush to Moss Valley now?"

"Um?"

Facing Fording's inquiry, Lord Paying, who was driving the unicorn forward unhurriedly on the ground, turned to look at the player in confusion, and asked:

"When did I say we were going to ride over there?"

"ah?"

Uncle Fording was stupid, and a group of veteran players around him were also stupid.

If you don't ride a horse, do you have to teleport to open it up?

Isn't Mossy Valley protected from teleportation?

"This is a secret operation. Time is the guarantee of life and victory, so in addition to calling you, I also called another force. Look, they are coming, let's go over there on that thing!"

Lord pointed to the sky.

Everyone raised their heads in unison. In the approaching dusk, a strange flying object was landing from the clouds in their direction.

"What it is?"

Madam Shui, who was riding an "exclusive mount" and gave Brother Huozi a set of cool druid armor, asked in confusion:

"Looks like an airship?"

"That's the Songhai people's sun boat."

Grandma Bach, the psychic master who was walking in the team, sat cross-legged on her flying carpet. She adjusted the potion in her hand and explained without raising her head:

"A hundred years ago, this thing destroyed the last resistance of the Bone-gnawing King. I knew that Lord Paying's confidence to dare to kill gods did not lie with us god-killers. The support of the Pharaoh King was his greatest confidence.

source of.

Well

Thousand-year Lord, you are so cunning."
Chapter completed!