The Portal of Wonderland

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Sha Jiao and several others are still looking everywhere for their loved ones, their faces filled with sadness.

The harsh living environment in the wilderness has made the children of the barbarians strong from pissing and have always been ashamed to shed tears, but at this moment everyone's face is crowded with tears, which is an irrepressible pain.

Shi Mu walked away, tried to say some comfort words, opened his mouth, but couldn't say a word.

Any words, at this moment, appear so pale and powerless.

“Father… Father…”

At this moment, a burst of crying came with a sound of surprise, but it was Sandy's voice.

Ishima's eyes lit up and her body swept toward where the sound came from.

There Heran is the central square of the tribe, where the altar for the gods of the crows is situated, where last night's sacrificial bonfire party was held.

At this moment, however, the face of the Raven is completely unknown, and the statue of the Raven God has been smashed and scattered.

In front of the destroyed altar, a cross was erected that was so tall that a barbarian man was nailed to the top with steel nails, all covered with scary scars.

It was Sharon, the chief of the Torana clan.

Sharon was screaming in his arms at the moment. Sharon was badly wounded, but there was still a little bit of blood on his face, and he didn't die.

When Sa Xing heard the scream, he rushed over. His face was filled with tears. Somewhere he found a machete that broke half and tried to save his father from the wooden shelf.

At this moment, however, Sharon's hands and feet were nailed deep into the steel nails, blurred flesh and bones.

Sa Xing did not know what to do for a while to put it down without hurting his father, and his face revealed a panicked look.

At this moment, the stone herd flashed and jumped to the cross, grabbing Sanja's hand.

“He was too badly wounded to shake his body.” Ishima looked soberly low.

Sha Jiao was drunk by Shi Mu, his body suddenly stifled, his eyes looked over.

Shi Lian pulled Sha Jiao aside, at the same time indicating that Sha Xing did not move slightly, turned his hand and pulled out the black meteorite knife. After looking up and down, he suddenly circled around the cross.

The black knife flashed a few times around the cross, the "click” sounded slightly, the sharon body fell off the wooden frame, and the steel nail through the hands and feet was incidentally cut against the skin.

Shi Lian flipped her knife while gently holding Sharon's body with her arms and carefully laying her down on the ground.

“Father!”

Sha Jiao immediately ran over and jumped next to Sharon. Sha Xing threw a broken machete in his hand and knelt on the ground.

The stone pasture was thick, his fingers resting on the neck of the sharon, a hint of true breath penetrated the sharon and examined his condition.

Sister Sha Jiao saw the scene and dared not disturb it. She could only rush to the side.

After several breaths, Ishima's eyes dimmed and her fingers were retracted.

“Brother Mu, Lord Father he...” Sha Jiao's body trembled and asked.

“He had many broken guts, and his trauma was so severe that it was a miracle to be able to survive, and I couldn't save him with my abilities.” Shi Lian said in disguise.

Sha Jiao's body was soft and she fainted a little.

“Sister...” Sa Xing rushed up with an arrow to hold on to Sha Jiao's body.

“Uncle Sharon also has a bit of consciousness, I can barely inspire him to live and wake him up, but when he wakes up, his wounds will erupt completely and he will soon really die...” Shi Lian looked at Saxing's brother and said after thinking about it.

“But even if he doesn't wake up Uncle Sharon at this moment, he won't last a minute… you two decide what to do.” Ishima sighed softly and continued.

Sha Jiao's body trembled. After looking at his brother, he held Sharon's hand and lowered his head silently for a moment. He suddenly raised his head.

Ishima's face shook, and Sha Jiao's eyes still shed tears at this moment, but there was a bone bitterness in her eyes.

“Brother Pastor, please wake up your father. I want to know exactly who destroyed our tribe and killed my people!” Sha Jiao said word for word.

Sa Xing on one side also looked at Shi Lian, tear marks on his face were not dry, but his eyes were a little more firm.

Shi Liam looked deeply at Sha Jiao and Sha Xing, nodded his head, removed a small white bottle from his arms, and poured out a white Dan medicine from it for Sha Jiao to take to Sharon.

Then he turned his hand and took out a green charm, which was the rejuvenation charm.

The spell was recited in Shi Mu's mouth and his hands were waved on Sharon's forehead.

When the rejuvenation charm comes to rest, it emits a glimmer of green light that wraps around Sharon's body.

Some of the trauma on his body slowly began to heal, and his face became a little more bloody, and he seemed to look a little better.

Sha Jiao's face revealed a wonderful surprise.

The golden light flashes in Shi Mu's eyes, his fingers flash like lightning on Sharon's chest, and the small belly points twice.

Under the control of the spiritual power of stone pasture, the weather, which was originally strong, was precisely divided into several strands, slowly poured into the sharon and forcibly excited its internal blood veins.

Sharon's body trembled and his breath quickly grew heavy, coughing and spitting blood in his mouth, slowly opening his eyes.

His face showed an unusual bloodstain, as if it were the evening glow that was about to come to an end, his final return to light.

“Father!” Sha Jiao and Sha Xing rushed over.

Shi Mu stood up and silently walked aside.

“Jiao, Xing... you are all right... too... great...” Sharon turned a hard look at the children and said with impatience, but his eyes flashed a little comfort.

More than a dozen other members of the nearby clan heard the voices and came all around.

Their faces were painful, their empty hands were covered in blood dirt, and apparently no other survivors had been found.

“Father, who the hell destroyed the tribe?” Sha Jiao remembered Shi Lian's words, grabbed Sharon's hand and asked in disgust.

Sharon's eyes flashed and dimmed again.

“The enemy is powerful... not something you can deal with... don't think about revenge..." he said slowly.

“We're not afraid! Master Patriarch, we crow tribes have only brave warriors, no cowards!” A young man shouted furiously next door.

“We want revenge, blood debt is paid in blood! ”

Several others roared.

Sharon looked at these exhilarating tribes and showed a bitter smile on his face. Why did he not want revenge in his heart? It was just that the heavenly wolf ministry was strong enough to make them go to vengeance, which was tantamount to letting them die.

“Father, it was the Heavenly Wolf Tribe, wasn't it?” Sa Xing suddenly said.

Sharon looked shocked, and the rest of us were stunned.

“Sure enough..." Sa Xing slowly spread out one of his old tight palms, only to see a few fingers in his palm of thick, long, grey wolf hair.

Ishima frowned, and although he had not been here long, he had spoken to the tribes these past two days and was aware of the sphere of influence of some of the barbarian tribes nearby.

Heavenly Wolf Tribe, the largest brutal tribe within 500 miles of the neighborhood, is powerful and famous for bloodthirsty killing.

Others' eyes lit up with hatred, especially sandy, their shoulders trembling, and a moment later they raised their heads, seemingly with endless hatred.

“Jiao, in the name of the Crow Tribe Priest, I give you the throne of the Patriarch. From now on, it is your duty to maintain the safety and security of the people, while protecting your brother… I swear by my soul to the Crow God that if you avenge the Heavenly Wolf Tribe in the future, my soul will be trapped in endless pain and cannot escape!” Sharon took a deep breath and said suddenly loudly.

Sha Jiao's face changed dramatically, her body trembled, she sat on the ground, her lips trembled.

“No... Father... you can't do this...” she murmured.

“Jiao, this is my last request as the chief of the Toranaga clan, your father, don't you even listen to my last words?” Sharon seemed a little excited, her chest fluctuating and she gasped.

Sha Jiaobei's teeth clenched his lower lip and bled out a drop of blood, dropping to the ground.

“Yes, Father, I promise.” She lowered her head and said slowly.

Sharon was relieved, reaching out hard, touching the top of Sandy's head and showing a smile of comfort on his face.

“You are the same, our barbarian wilderness, for centuries has been a weak predator, every year countless tribes large and small disappear and are born. The destruction of the Toranaga tribe is not a terrible thing. You just need to live well in the future, I can laugh enough.” Sharon's gaze slowly swept from these young barbarians around him, "he said.

He spoke too much and gradually became fluent, but his face also changed from red to clear and slightly more transparent.

Others looked at Sharon at this moment and his heart ached greatly. Although his face was full of sweetness, he promised successively, but his tone was mostly swallowed.

Sharon looked at the scene and felt relaxed.

“Pastoral warrior.” He turned to Ishima and said.

“Sheikh Sharon.” Shi Mu approached a few steps, half squatted down and put his head together.

Sharon squeezed a smile on his face and suddenly took a deep breath, one mouthful and spit out a piece of black bone half fist-sized.

Sharon trembled, passing the bone pieces to Ishima, who shook her face, but reached for it.

“Herdsman, here are some of the witchcraft and totem secrets inherited by my Totem Clan from the last ancient period. None of them have witchcraft talents, so I entrusted this to you, although it is not precious... but it is also the most precious thing of my Totem Clan.” Sharon said here that his face was pale and he gasped.

Ishima grabbed the bone pieces and revealed a slight discoloration on her face.

“The chief gave this to me. What do you want to do down there?” He asked softly.

“Nice, the Tengray tribe is no longer inhabitable here, I would like to ask you to escort Jiao to the Brutal Tuho tribe in the southwest quicksand wilderness and run to their uncle.” Sharon looked forward to looking at Ishima and said.

Shi Lian's face revealed a slight complexity, holding onto the bones in his hand and slowly stood up.

He glanced around and looked at the rubble of the ground, at the cold corpses that were so crippled.

Everything in front of him was like a cone, stuck in his heart.

“Rest assured, I will surely bring them safely.” Ishima withdrew her gaze and said solemnly.

Sharon sniffed a comforting smile in his eyes, but his life dissipated a lot.

“Gentlemen, I would like to ask Sheikh Sharon separately, if you could excuse me for a moment.” Ishima's eyes flashed and suddenly said to Sha Jiao and others.