Chapter 1286 King Bharata's Plan
At this moment, somewhere in the rainforest not far from Baishan and his group, a large group of people were marching towards the deepest part of the rainforest. Among this group of people, some wore ghost masks and looked ferocious, some wore animal skins and looked barbaric and tyrannical, and some were like normal monks, seemingly elegant, but once they killed people, they were more cruel than the previous two.
They were the large force of the Boruo tribe that had now invaded the Bai tribe rainforest. As one of the ancient clans, the Boruo tribe has always been extremely powerful. And they have another characteristic, that is, there are many secret techniques and many branches. For example, those people wearing animal skins are a branch of the Boruo tribe, and they have some tricky secret techniques in their hands, which makes people hard to guard against. For example, the dream-building secret method that Huanyin encountered before came from this branch.
As for those who look like monks, they are another branch of the Boruo tribe. This branch is very similar to ordinary celestial monks, and there are no secret techniques in their hands. However, because their tradition is very complete, they have extremely strong frontal combat power.
As for those wearing ghost masks, they are the strongest lineage in the entire Bora tribe. And this lineage is not a branch, but the main lineage led by King Bora himself, and even King Bora belongs to this lineage.
This lineage specializes in the hell ghost way and worships the Rakshasa in hell as a god. When they attack, there are often waves of yin energy, and some who are more capable can already exert the power of the Eight Extremes Rakshasa. And the strongest among them is naturally King Bora, the patriarch. It is said that King Bora now has three kinds of Eight Extremes Rakshasa power, and his strength is terrifying and unfathomable.
Of course, among the large group of people, in addition to the Bora tribe itself, there are also a large number of dependent tribes. They all rushed to the front, with cold eyes, to clear the way for the Bora tribe.
Such a large group of people is too strong for the current Bai tribe, and they are simply irresistible. In this way, they pushed forward all the way, almost crushing the enemy. If they encountered some scattered resistance forces of the Bai people, they could kill them completely in an instant. Even if they encountered some formations hidden underground, they could easily pass through them without any damage. So, they moved forward all the way, not only without any obstacles, but also wherever they passed, trees fell down, birds and beasts flew away, and they were simply leaving no grass behind.
In the center of the large group of people, there was a man on the back of a giant elephant. This man was wearing a Rakshasa mask, and his appearance could not be seen clearly. He was a little thin and a little hunched, as if he was weak. However, if you look closely, you can find that this man never made a move from beginning to end, and was simply surrounded by everyone. And the eyes of others looking at him from time to time were full of awe and fanaticism.
This man was the current patriarch of the Bora tribe, King Bharata.
King Bharata now sits steadily on the elephant's back, and his mood is not obvious. However, he is always calculating in his heart.
This time, he entered the rain forest of the Bai tribe so smoothly, and King Bharata was very satisfied. And the reason why it was so smooth was that he relied on the jackal tribe who rebelled. Without their help, King Bharata would not dare to rashly step into the territory of the Bai tribe. He was sure that if he came rashly, the casualties of the warriors in the tribe would be more than ten times.
For King Bharata, this was luck and surprise. However, whether it was luck or surprise, it was not in vain. King Bharata had reached an agreement with the jackal, the patriarch of the jackal tribe, that once the Bai tribe was completely wiped out, the remaining territory would belong to the jackal tribe, and his Bharat tribe would take the spiritual lake in the center of the rain forest.
King Bharata had heard that under the Spirit Lake in the Bai tribe's rain forest was a vein full of fairy jade ore. As long as he got this vein and moved it to his own swamp with great magical powers, his Bharata tribe would develop more rapidly in the future, and perhaps one day he would become the largest clan in the entire Southern Eight Heavens.
In fact, what made King Bharata even more excited was that he heard about the secret hidden under the Spirit Lake by the Bai tribe. No one knew what this secret was, not even the jackals. But King Bharata heard that it should be the only secret technique possessed by the entire Bai tribe.
Yes, the Bai tribe, as one of the ancient clans, did not have as many secret techniques as other clans. The Bai tribe only had one secret technique, but it was extremely powerful and incredible. It is said that this secret technique was the first secret technique handed down from ancient times in the entire Southern Eight Heavens!
If King Bharata got the Spirit Lake, he would have the opportunity to obtain the secret technique of the Bai tribe. In this way, he and his clan would be more powerful and different from now on!
Therefore, in fact, the Brahma tribe has always been hostile to the Bai tribe. It is better to say that King Bharata has always coveted the Bai tribe's spiritual lake. Even if he promised that he would not go to war with the Bai tribe if the Brahman married Bai Yingluo, it was just a roundabout strategy.
Of course, no matter what, now that he has cooperated with the jackal tribe, King Bharata's goal will be achieved. He even occasionally felt that his son's death was worth it, because his son's death gave him an excuse to go to war with the Bai tribe head-on, and got the opportunity to forcibly obtain the Bai tribe's spiritual lake. Moreover, with the help of the jackal tribe, it was not even a big deal to accomplish everything.
Using his son's life to exchange for the lives of tens of millions of his tribe's warriors, and to change his tribe's power in the battle without discounts, isn't it a profit?
However, Brahman actually wanted more than that. He also wanted the Bai tribe's territory!
Yes, Brahman agreed to cooperate with the jackal tribe, but it was just a strategy. After he used the jackal tribe, he would completely destroy the entire jackal tribe!
Brahman knew how terrible the jackal tribe was. As a small dependent clan, they could actually make the Bai tribe so big that it was like this. They were even more ambitious. How could Brahman really cooperate with them?
For Brahman, leaving the jackal tribe was equivalent to leaving a disaster, a potential opponent, and even a wolf that might eat him in the future!
In this way, after the Brahman destroyed the Bai tribe, he would clean up the jackal tribe, and then the rainforest would belong to him. He could even take in some small clans that depended on the Bai tribe and the jackal tribe. Then the benefits he can get in this battle will be too great.
"Do I need to go all out to clean up a defeated Bai tribe? My target is your jackal tribe!" The face under the mask showed a gloomy look, and the Brahmin thought secretly.
Then, he suddenly became a little irritable, thinking: "But I must catch the bitch Bai Yingluo. This bitch actually killed my clan. I want to peel her skin and pull out her tendons. I also want to find the person who took the bitch away and let them go to hell together!"
Thinking of this, the Brahmin's spiritual consciousness that had been emitting suddenly felt something. And it was at this time that a strong roar suddenly broke out in front of him.
Suddenly, more than a dozen screams appeared at the same time, and it was seen that some people of the Brahmin tribe were blown up and turned into minced meat. However, just when the power of the explosion was about to expand further, hundreds of Brahmin warriors holding magic weapons rushed up and directly surrounded the explosion in the middle. So, no matter how powerful the explosion was, it could not expand half a foot.
"Hmph!" King Bharata snorted, thinking that the Bai tribe's last line of defense was just like this. It seemed that the Bai tribe had really run out of luck today.
Soon, the explosion completely dissipated. The soldiers responsible for defense withdrew again, and a small group of soldiers rushed to the front, as if they had rushed out of the forest. Then, the voice of one of them came back: "It's Linghu, we have arrived at the Bai tribe's Linghu!"