The air in the secret room was very turbid and terrible, with the smell of blood and rotten intertwined, which made people disgusting. Leon noticed that some people were wrapped in blood-stained scribble, and several children leaned in their mother's arms and *** were weakly ***.

During this period of time when he was besieged by the human mercenary group, the situation of the Banga tribe was undoubtedly extremely difficult.

The Seme warrior brought Leon to the altar. A skinny old man in gray numb dress was sitting cross-legged on the blanket. If it weren't for the ups and downs of his chest, people would have mistakenly thought he was a dead corpse.

"Sir, our reinforcements have arrived. This is Lord Leon, the Bemon warrior from the Wild Fortress!" The Semu warrior said excitedly: "He brought back Lord Gonggo's letter, and I confirm there is no problem!"

Chief Seme is the supreme commander of the tribe. He is not the strongest warrior in the tribe, but an existence similar to a wizard. Although he does not have the ability of a wizard, he has the ability to inherit knowledge, treat injuries and guide his tribe members to avoid misfortune and seek good fortune.

Among the Seme tribe, the chiefs are the most respected elders.

The old man sitting on the ground suddenly opened his eyes, and a glimmer flashed in his brown eyes. He looked at Leon in surprise, with a faint smile on his face.

"Thank you, Bemon Warriors from afar, I am Mohan, the chief of the Banga tribe." His voice was low and hoarse, but the common language was much more skillful than the Semetic Warriors: "We have been waiting for your arrival. Please make sure I can't get up to express my welcome. Please sit down!"

At this time, Leon noticed that his legs were completely broken from under his ankles and he lost the ability to walk and stand.

Leon nodded and sat down in front of the other party.

The chief of the Banga tribe was quite weak, but he insisted on straightening his waist, carefully reading the handwritten scroll of Gonggo, and asked Leon a few more questions to confirm that Leon's appearance was not the trick of the human mercenary group.

Leon was not at all unhappy with his caution.

Through conversation with Mohan, Leon learned that the Banga tribe had been trapped here for more than a week. They were attacked by human mercenaries and forced to retreat into the monastery. They were entirely due to the successive sacrifice of the tribe warriors, and the special environmental dishes of the monastery resisted the opponent's attack.

But until today, the Banga tribe was almost at the end of its reach. Less than 400 tribe members were injured and killed or killed. Most of the tribe's food supplies were discarded when they retreated. Until now, only the soldiers guarding the door could still get some food, and everyone else was starving.

What's even more troublesome is that their last sip of water was drunk two days ago. If hunger is tolerated, then thirst will kill people.

Leon's eyes couldn't help but fall on a woman next to her. She looked down at her child helplessly. The little boy, who was only a few years old, held his mother's clothes tightly with his hands, and his cracked lips moved silently, unable to even speak a longing.

Even if a person with a sarcastic heart is moved, Leon felt that a part of his heart was touched.

After reaching out to the backpack, Leon took out the water bag and dry food and handed it to the Semu warrior: "Take it to the children!"

He originally didn't put these in his backpack, but Leon has a space ring, making it very convenient to store and access something.

The Seme warrior silently took the water bag and food and began to distribute it to the weak children. Each of them took a sip and quenched their thirst first.

"Chief Mohan, I wonder if Mr. Gungo has told you our plan..." Leon said to Mohan: "The number of people in our team is very different from the enemy, so we can only rely on surprise to win."

"Gonggo told me in the letter..." Mohan nodded, but a hint of embarrassment appeared on his face: "But there might be a problem here."

"What's the problem?" Leon was a little unhappy.

It’s time to do so. Do you still have to hold this ancient holy weapon and refuse to let go? You must know that Gong Ge agreed to use it as a reward for the Holy Blade.

If not, why would the Holy Blade Team take such a great risk to rescue the Banga Tribe?

"Please don't get me wrong..." Mohan smiled bitterly: "Your Excellency Leon, it's not that I can't bear to leave this pair of soul-devouring arm guards, but the cost of using it is too high!"

Soul-Devouring Armguard! Leon heard the name of this ancient holy weapon for the first time, but the meaning in Mohan's words was to make him stunned: "The price? What kind of price?"

Mohan raised his hand and pointed to the Seme warrior who was distributing dry food and said, "Do you know? He will lose his life before dawn tomorrow at the latest. This is the price of wearing the Soul-Devouring Armguard!"

"It turns out that only the chief of the tribe knows this secret, and Gonggo doesn't know it. If it weren't for the most dangerous moment, I would never have taken it out for the warriors to use it."

The voice of the chief of the Banga tribe was filled with incomparable desolation and guilt.

It turns out that this pair of soul-devouring arm guards is a special magic weapon. Ordinary people can gain powerful power after wearing it, but this power comes at the cost of sacrifice of souls and blood.

Once the user's soul power and blood are exhausted, the arm guard will automatically fall off, and the user will dry up and die.

During the seven or eight days of persistence here, there were a total of ten bravest tribal warriors who sacrificed their lives, and on average, one person had to wear arm guards for less than a day.

Magic weapon! This is the first time that Leon heard of such an evil equipment. He couldn't help but breathe in his heart and understand why Mohan felt embarrassed.

"His Excellency Leon, you are a powerful man with strength. Maybe you can last longer than our warriors, but..."

"I understand!" Leon interrupted Mohan's words, and a helpless smile came out of the corner of his lips: "If I want to use it, I might also take my life!"

"So can I use it for a while and then take it off after killing all the enemies outside?" he asked with the last glimmer of hope.

Mohan's answer poured a basin of ice water directly: "If you can't take it off, at least our soldiers can't do it unless you cut off your arms."

Damn! Leon's heart was cold. This time he was really trapped in a cocoon and was harmed by that hateful person.

If I had known that this so-called ancient holy weapon was so evil, Odeniz would probably not have considered it at all, but now it is too late to say anything.
Chapter completed!