Liang Yan looked at the people in front of him with a somewhat surprised look on his face.
At this moment, there were hundreds of "people" standing in front of him. They could barely be called humans, because they also had limbs and facial features, but when combined together they were very different from ordinary humans.
Their ears are very long and soft, like rabbit ears, their eyes are long and narrow, the pupils are weird blue, their noses are flat and almost close to their faces, and their mouths are extremely small, only half the size of ordinary people.
The limbs are also very strange. The arms are extremely short, but the legs are slender and can be bent. Many people wrap their legs around the branches.
"Who are you?" Liang Yan asked slowly.
This question is like a dead end. The weirdos hanging on the tree look at me and I look at you, but no one is willing to answer.
"I think most of them are also aliens, but they're just different from the ones in the mist." Nan Youyue whispered beside her.
Liang Yan was noncommittal, with a sharp look in his eyes.
"I ask again, who are you, and why do you want to set up a magic array to stop my army?"
While speaking, a sword light flew out and hung above everyone's heads. It was the Purple Thunder Tianyin Sword!
When everyone from the foreign race saw this flying sword, their eyes showed horror. Many people screamed, the wounds burst open, blood spurted out, and they actually fell from the branches.
When the generals of the Bamboo Army saw this scene, they realized that Liang Yan's sword had killed hundreds of aliens at the same time!
Seeing the sword light sinking, almost falling on everyone's heads, among the aliens, someone suddenly stepped forward and shouted: "Stop, I can tell you whatever you want to know!"
This man is tall and has long legs, a full nine feet. He seems to be the leader of this group of aliens.
"Answer my previous question first." Liang Yan glanced at him, his expression unchanged.
"Well, we are all members of the Fantasy Clan. The reason why we are blocking you is because you have crossed the line."
"Crossing the line?"
"Well, we can't leave here, but you outsiders are not allowed to enter the Black Mountain Territory. This area happens to be guarded by our fantasy tribe. It is my duty to stop your progress."
After hearing this, Liang Yan raised his eyebrows and continued to ask: "Why don't we outsiders be allowed to enter the Black Mountain Territory?"
"This" the man hesitated for a moment, then sighed and said, "Actually, I don't know either. This is the common ancestral motto of our sixty-four tribes in the Black Mountain Region. It has been passed down from generation to generation, and it is to prevent outsiders from entering this place."
"Don't lie to me, otherwise you will be destroyed physically and mentally!"
Liang Yan's tone suddenly became stern.
After hearing this, the foreign man hurriedly knelt on the ground and even said he didn't dare.
Liang Yan stared at him for a while, and then said: "Your fantasy tribe is quite capable. A mere fantasy formation set up by hundreds of people was able to stop my army of 100,000 people. Can you tell me how you did this?"
"
"I told you, can you spare our lives?" The alien man's eyes flashed.
"It depends on whether you can provide valuable information. If I find out a lie, I don't mind killing anyone." Liang Yan said coldly.
The alien man struggled for a moment and finally sighed.
"Okay, let me tell you that our fantasy tribe is naturally good at illusions. To maximize illusions, in addition to our own talents, we must also use the 'Ghost Mist' in the Black Mountain Domain."
"Ghost fog, are you talking about these smokes?"
Liang Yan pointed with his hand and saw a faint mist floating in the woods, like green smoke, surrounding the branches and leaves.
"Yes, there is nothing strange about these ghost mist itself. It is neither poisonous nor can it block divine consciousness, but it can cooperate with the talents of our fantasy tribe to maximize the power of magic." The alien man said slowly.
"I see."
Liang Yan nodded, suddenly understanding why it was so difficult for Beiming's army to suppress the aliens in the Black Mountain Region.
Speaking of the strength of these alien races, they themselves are not that strong. For example, the fantasy race in front of us, with the highest level of cultivation, is only equivalent to the combat power of the human race to overcome the catastrophe and overcome the dilemma.
But as long as they are in the Black Mountain Domain, they can take advantage of the special environment here to do some unexpected things.
"Are you the leader of the Fantasy Clan?" Liang Yan pondered for a moment and asked slowly.
The foreign man shook his head repeatedly and said: "My name is Mo, and I am just an elder of the Huan Clan. The leader of the clan is someone else."
"You just said that there are sixty-four tribes in the Black Mountain Domain. Are they all powerful? How do the other people compare with your fantasy tribe in terms of combat power?"
"Most of them can't compare with our fantasy clan."
A hint of arrogance flashed in Mo's eyes: "Of the sixty-four tribes in the Black Mountain Territory, the eight most powerful are known as the eight major divine tribes. All the remaining races combined cannot compare to any of the eight major divine tribes. And we
The Huan Clan is one of the eight major divine tribes."
"The Eight Great Clan of Gods?"
Liang Yan raised his eyebrows and asked: "Who else is there besides your fantasy clan? What are their abilities?"
"The remaining seven tribes are the Black Water Tribe, the Witch Tribe, the Insect Control Tribe, the Giant Spirit Tribe, the Blood River Tribe, the Shadow Tribe, and the Void Tribe."
"Among them, where there is black water, there is the Blackwater Tribe, who are good at controlling water; the Witch Tribe is good at the ancient witchcraft; the Insect Control Tribe can control hundreds of insects; the Giant Spirit Tribe is extremely powerful; and the Blood River Tribe is good at blood escape. As for the rest
The two shadow and virtual clans below are extremely mysterious, and even I don’t know much about their abilities.”
After hearing Mo's answer, Liang Yan nodded slightly, thought for a while and then said, "I want to ask you another question. In the past two years, besides me, have anyone from the outside entered the Black Mountain Territory?"
"Of course there is."
Mo sighed and said: "Actually, a long time ago, a group of monks claiming to be 'Beiming' broke into our Black Mountain Territory. They used the holy spring here to create a strange poison, because the holy spring was polluted.
, our eight major protoss had to unite to drive away these outsiders. We had already won the victory, but who would have thought that reinforcements from Beiming entered this place a year ago, and the leader of the man seemed to be called "Danyang Sheng", and his magic power reached the sky! Even if
It was our eight major divine clans who united and killed many of our clansmen, thus forming a blood feud!"
"Danyangsheng!"
Although Liang Yan did not participate in the last Civil War, he had heard about this man's name for a long time. After hearing Mo's answer, a hint of vigilance appeared in his eyes.
"Where are those Beiming monks, where are they now?"
"It's strange to say that just two months ago, for some unknown reason, these Beiming monks actually voluntarily withdrew from our Black Mountain region, leaving only some troops to guard the passes and never took the initiative to attack again."
"Retreating?"
Liang Yan was thoughtful and thought to himself: "It seems that Ning Bugui has led Nanxuan's army to the frontal battlefield. Calculating the time, it is the day we agreed. If Dan Yangsheng is not in the Black Mountain Region, our Zhu Army will have a lot to do.
"
Thinking of this, Liang Yan asked again: "You just said that some monks were left in Beiming to guard the pass. Did they build a city pass here?"
"good."
Mo nodded and said: "Actually, we also know that outside monks can fly to the sky and escape from the earth, but it is not feasible in our Black Mountain Region. Although they have many people and high magic power, they are afraid of the special abilities of our eight major gods. Every time
When we capture a place, we must build city defenses. The purpose is to prevent us from regaining the lost ground and taking advantage of the geographical location to counterattack again."
"I see."
Liang Yan can understand Dan Yangsheng's thoughts. The reason why these alien races are difficult to deal with is because they can take advantage of the special environment of the Black Mountain Region. Therefore, the Beiming Army must occupy these places and build city defenses so that the alien races in the Black Mountain Region have no place to stand. In this way
Only in this way can the damage be minimized.
After all, Beiming's military strength is already very weak and cannot withstand the consumption.
"The monks from Beiming have occupied your territory. You must hate Beiming deeply, right?" Liang Yan suddenly changed from normal and showed a gentle smile on his face.
"Of course, they also massacred my people, a blood feud, and we will never share the same fate!" Mo gritted his teeth.
"Um."
Liang Yan nodded and said with a smile: "Actually, Beiming is also our enemy. I wonder if you have heard of an old saying from the outside world: 'The enemy of our enemy is our friend'."
"you mean"
"We can cooperate." Liang Yan smiled.
"Cooperation?" Mo's eyes showed a hint of doubt and he asked: "How do you want to cooperate?"
"It's very simple. First of all, you need to know our origins. I represent Nanxuan, and I am a mortal enemy of Beiming. The reason why I led the army into the Black Mountain Territory is just to sneak into the hinterland of Beiming through here, so I
Marshal has no enmity with you, but we have the same enemies. As for what you have to do, is to open the door for me and allow our army to pass through the Black Mountain region safely."
"Are you going to attack Beiming?"
Mo was startled, looked at the army behind Liang Yan, and said in surprise: "Just you guys? With all due respect, this is simply killing yourself with an egg against a stone!"
"hehe."
Liang Yan smiled slightly and said: "You don't need to worry about it. I dare to go deep alone. Of course I have my own reasons. You just need to know that our positions are consistent."
After Mo listened, he was silent for a long time, and finally sighed:
"Okay, actually I am willing to believe you, because you are not as cruel as the Beiming monks, who kill everyone on sight. It's just that the concepts of our eight major divine clans are different. Even if you can convince the leader of our Fantasy clan, but in the other seven
In the eyes of the tribe, there is no difference between you and the Beiming monks. They are both intruders, and they will not believe you."
Liang Yan heard the clues and asked tentatively: "Can't you, the eight tribes, trust each other?"
Mo nodded: "I won't lie to you, it is indeed the case. Although our eight major gods jointly guard the Black Mountain Territory, before the invasion of Beiming, we had frictions with each other, and wars even broke out several times. If it were not for the invasion of foreign enemies,
"What about the alien race I met in the mist before? Are they also members of your eight major divine races?" Liang Yan suddenly remembered the previous encounter and blurted out.
"Mist?"
Mo was stunned for a moment, and then he understood what he meant, with a strange look on his face, and said: "Don't ask, those are all sinners, and they are no longer counted as members of our 64th clan."
Seeing that he didn't want to say more and didn't force him, Liang Yan nodded slightly.
In fact, he could have used the soul-searching secret method to understand everything he wanted to know, but in that case, he would have formed an irresolvable hatred with these alien races.
The situation in the Black Mountain Territory is still unclear. Liang Yan does not want to make too many enemies. It is best to get help from these foreign races. This mission will be much easier.
After pondering for a moment, Liang Yan said with a serious face: "Mo, I invite you to be my guide. I can assure you that this trip is just to go to the hinterland of Beiming through the Black Mountain Territory, and I will never meddle with your resources.
As for the other seven tribes, as long as they don’t cause trouble for me, I will have nothing against them.”
Mo stared into his eyes for a long time and said slowly: "Okay, I can be your guide, but you must agree to a condition first."
"Please say."
"Let all my people go, and I will be left alone to be your guide."
"Then what if they go back and report me to the leader of the Fantasy tribe, and then join forces with other alien tribes to attack me?"
"Then it depends on whether you believe me and whether you have the courage."
Mo's eyes were very firm and he wouldn't give in.
The two looked at each other for a moment, and Liang Yan suddenly laughed.
"Someone, let them all go."
"Commander!"
After Gui Wuqi, Zhao Yi and many other generals' expressions changed.
Liang Yan waved his hand and said calmly: "It's okay, follow my order and let all the Huan clan members go."
Nanxuan's military orders were like a mountain. After everyone heard it, although they were a little reluctant, they did not dare to disobey.
Soon, the bamboo army made way for them.
Among the hundreds of fantasy clans, there were men and women, old and young, and their cultivation levels were uneven, but at this moment, these people were all kneeling in the direction of Mo.
"Elder Mo, we can't leave you here, we have to go together!"
"Yes, we will follow Elder Mo to the death."
"Elder Mo, if you leave, how can we still have the nerve to go back?"
The tribesmen behind him expressed their reluctance to leave him, but Mo did not change his mind after hearing this, nor did he look back, he just sighed.
"You all go back and tell the patriarch not to come to me."
"Elder Mo!"
"Okay, I've made up my mind, you guys get on your way quickly!" Mo's voice became a bit stern.
After hearing this, the hundreds of fantasy clan members, although their faces were still filled with sadness, seemed to not dare to disobey his order. They stood up and left slowly, turning back three times at a time until they disappeared from everyone's sight.
"Liang Shuai, why don't you send two Huajie Ancestors to follow them secretly to see where the base camp of the Huan Clan is? If they have evil intentions, we can be prepared," Gui Wuqi said secretly.
"No need."
Liang Yan smiled slightly and looked at Mo in front of him, "If I guess correctly, this should be the son of the leader of the Fantasy clan, right?"
After hearing this, Mo's eyes flickered and he did not answer.
Liang Yan smiled again and said, "Don't be nervous. No matter what your identity is, my previous promises still count. Now, please lead the way."
