Ark: The Cycle of Light and Darkness

Sargon's army marched through the dense forest.

To be precise, there were two. If you also take into account the subtle distance between the armies, it would be about four.

This statement is still strange, but in fact, at the leading position of the entire team are a group of beings dressed differently from the Sargonians.

This is a group of Akahura people. It is obvious that they belong to the Bloodscale tribe of Artemis.

Having been on the edge of the dense forest for a long time, they are far from closely connected with the entire Akhaura tribe. Their border with the desert of Sargon brings not only small-scale conflicts that occasionally break out, but also a profound cultural shock..

The subtle influence of jealousy and even envy made the Bloodscale tribe's sense of belonging become closer and closer to that wealthy nation in the desert, rather than to the tribesmen connected by their own blood.

Therefore, when he was gradually unable to resist the Sargonians' continuous division of the tribe's territory, the young patriarch led his tribe and chose a desperate path.

He abandoned his ancestors, abandoned his glory, and plotted the path of the tribesmen.

The two old men of Fedia who opened the way were silently looking at the dense forest in front of them.

As the shamans and elders of the Bloodscale tribe, they have a status second only to the patriarch Artemis, but now they can only be afraid of the group of Sargonians behind them, lowering their heads and hurrying on their way.

"There is no news about Artemis yet... Something may have changed."

The bald and white-bearded old Feidiya sighed slightly, obviously not satisfied with the current situation:"He is very smart, but sometimes he is too emotional, and he only sees part of the facts clearly."

"See the facts clearly?

The old man with long brown hair next to him sneered:"Kasha, your grandson has been blinded by the dream of the King of Akahura. What facts can he see clearly?""

"Are they the tribesmen who were held hostage? Or are we forced to fight within the tribe?"

"Hu Ao, what's the point of talking about this now!……"

The tone of the white-bearded old man was stern for a moment, and then he became depressed:"The choice to surrender to the Sargonians was a decision made by all of us... When things come to a close, there is no reason to leave Artemis alone. People bear this infamy"

"Yes... No matter we succeed or fail, we will be nailed to Akahula's Pillar of Shame and be spurned by our ancestors forever. The old man named

Hu Ao sighed melancholy:"I only hope that our fellow tribesmen can see clearly the gap in strength and give up resistance.""

"Strong bones like those Vaifans have already succumbed to Sargon's blade... However, letting the dense forest of Akahula belong to Sargon from now on always makes people feel unwilling."

Just as the two of them were whispering to each other, a Sargonian wearing gorgeous heavy armor caught up with him and looked down at the two of them with his height advantage.

"Dear Lord Saraxon, hello."

Seeing that their eyes were swept across, the two men lowered their heads even further - the Sargon in front of them was a Mamluk cavalry. Although the dense forest environment restricted his riding, as the leader of this advance team He is also a nobleman of Sargon. This man is qualified to look at the two of them with such contempt.

"How far is it from the destination? Why didn't the signal come through?"

The words were concise and concise, without any emotion in his tone, as if he was not talking to any living creature.

Saraxon's tone hurt the self-esteem of the two old Phedians, but the two old men naturally would not express their inner feelings. The emotion was revealed on his expression.

However, the old man named Hu Ao lowered his head even further.

Seeing that his friend beside him did not answer, the white-bearded old man immediately assumed a humble enough posture and replied with a smile:"There is still half a An hour's trip will be enough - Lord Saraxon, please rest assured: Our clan leader has already gone to the festival site in person. Presumably those stupid Akahura people are not aware of your arrival until now."

"Um."

With a single word of reply, the tall man squinted at the old man with a flattering smile, and exhaled a breath of disdain through his nose.

"Insulting your own kind does not show your intelligence, and in my opinion, there is not much difference between you and those 'stupid Akahulas'."

Shuula -

Old Huao's hands immediately clenched into fists. Mamluk's voice was so loud that except for him, almost all the strong men of the Bloodscale tribe who were recruited behind him could hear it.

Insult in front of them, and now they But they can only choose to do it on their own

"snort."

How could Old Phediah's actions be hidden from the well-trained Mamluks? Seeing his fist loosen weakly, the Sargonian named Saraxon saw this weakness and sneered.

"Take good care of your people, Kasha... My men can't tell the difference in battle, which ones are 'submissive people'.’"

"…………"

The silent response made Commander Sargon's cavalry feel a little uncomfortable. The tall man turned his attention to the target of his words, but only saw the other person walking away with his head lowered.

"Kasha... I don't remember when I allowed you to answer my words with silence."

"——Kasha?"

This silence even made Old Hu Ao feel uneasy. He reached out and patted the shoulder of the person next to him, but he couldn't help but smell a strange sweet fragrance.

At this time, the silent old man with white beard suddenly raised his head and looked to his side. The person showed a twisted and weird smile, and suddenly opened his mouth

"……There is food, it’s delicious."

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