The Earth People are so Fierce

After three consecutive groups of prisoners fell into the waterfall and were buried in the belly of the fish.

The captives of Ye Zi were forced by oxtail whips and claw guns and staggered to the river.

At the moment, the boy's face is full of wind and frost.

The lines that outline the facial features are particularly tough, making him faintly showing the appearance of Brother Cool Xiao.

Three days after the home was destroyed, it flew as fast as three blinks.

And what happened in the blink of an eye these three times seemed to be as many as three palm years.

Before that, Ye Zi had never left his hometown so far.

The rat people are flowing with unclean blood and cannot move freely, so as not to pollute the land where the ancestor spirits sleep.

They can only huddle in the habitat designated by the clan master, usually high mountains with harsh environments.

Fortunately, no matter how barren the land is, the mandala tree can thrive and bear enough mandala fruits for the rat people to live and thrive.

Therefore, Ye Ye never felt that he had to leave his hometown.

He is satisfied to be able to look at the horizon from a distance on the top of the tallest mandala tree between the cliffs.

Until this moment, he did not know that there are such rugged mountain roads in the world.

There are so many weird plants that can eat people.

Even totem beasts have so many types. The most powerful totem beasts require seven or eight bloodhoof warriors to enter the "totem frenzied" state to deal with.

Of course, after three days of hard journey, he and the captives also suffered.

Many people were swallowed by the swamp, stung to death by poisonous insects, and torn to pieces by totem beasts.

Some people walked, their heads tilted, and they died silently.

More people were struck and stabbed to death by the bloodhoof warriors’ oxtail whips and shofar spears.

Of the ten prisoners, only two or three survived at most.

But more prisoners filled the vacancy under the branches of the mandala.

-When Ye Ye was trekking along the mountain road, he saw that it was far and near, and hundreds of black plumes of smoke rose up in the surrounding mountains.

Vaguely heard the wailing and screams he had just heard a few days ago.

They were not the only ones who suffered the slaughter in Banshan Village.

There are also Shanjiao Village, Shantou Village, Dashu Village, Xiaoshu Village...and countless villages whose names have never been heard before.

As they gradually marched towards the Bison River and walked on the road paved with large bluestones, more and more arrogant bloodhoof warriors and crying prisoners joined them.

Most of the old, weak, sick and disabled were tortured to death halfway through.

Those who can survive are all young people who are strong and vigorous, as well as young people who are vigorous and vigorous like Ye Zi.

"Masters are...screening captives."

The young man who grew up quickly in three days was very keenly aware, “The Bloodhoof clan doesn’t need so many captives. They deliberately take us along the most dangerous mountain roads, give us the least food, and continue to torture us. We must select the strongest, the most agile, and the most endurable among us."

It's like now.

Bloodhoof warriors can obviously lead the prisoners to cross the river away from the waterfall, where the river is open, and the current is not turbulent.

Ye Ye even saw the traces of a floating bridge in the open area of ​​the river.

But they just wanted to be captured and walked past the "Ghost Gate" above the waterfall.

This is to test the strength of the rat people.

Purify their blood by the way.

Let these betrayers, cowardly, unclean, barely qualified, set foot on the land of Pointe-Noire.

Realize this.

Ye Zi knew that he had no retreat.

From three days ago, no, from the day the mandala flower bloomed, he has not retreated in the slightest.

I can only grit my teeth and rush past the heavy ghost gates!

So, without waiting for the oxtail whip and shofar gun to fall on his scarred back.

Ye Ye took a deep breath and stepped into the icy and turbulent river.

Fortunately, he is much taller than an ordinary rat folk, and the river is as big as his chest.

The group of prisoners behind him were carefully selected, and they were all tall teenagers.

On that day, the Bull Head Warrior with Broken Horn took away his brother's body after completing the "Blood Giving Ceremony".

My brother has officially joined the Bloodhoof clan, so naturally he can't just expose the corpse to the wilderness like the humble rat people.

I don't know if it is out of respect to his brother, after knowing Ye Zi's identity, the horned tauren warrior incorporated him into this captive team of tall boys, which somewhat increased the chance of survival.

After two or three days, the leaves and the grasshoppers on a rope gradually developed a tacit understanding.

At this moment, they are connected with each other, in unison, gritted their teeth and resisted the torrent.

Steadily, walked to the middle of the Bison River.

But here, the river suddenly became deeper.

The two short-headed prisoners in the team were immediately devastated.

They choked on a few mouthfuls of the stench of the river water, unable to breathe, and being rushed to open their eyes by the turbulent water, instinctively reacted and struggled desperately.

This struggle caused the whole team to be in a mess.

The captives used force in different directions, and the two captives at the end of the line slipped under their feet, and they were washed down the waterfall by the rapids.

They all passed through their armpits with beef tendon ropes, tied tightly to the straight and elastic mandala branches, and hung them volley above the waterfall.

From both sides of the Bison River came bursts of exclamation from other prisoners.

And the samurai laughter.

Many bloodhoof warriors pointed to them, rolled up their sleeves and opened the bet.

It is bet that they can hold on for a few blinks before they slide down the waterfall one by one, and the disaster will be lost.

"Stand firmly! Don't be afraid! We haven't fallen yet!

"Left! Let's work hard to the left together! We must be able to cross the river!"

The leaf was hoarse, his tone affirmed, and his expression was firm.

In fact, he was too scared in his heart.

I was so afraid that I was below the surface of the river, and several drops of cold urine leaked out.

He just imitated his brother's appearance in the past when he was in danger.

The older brother told him that the more afraid he was, the more he had to pretend not to be afraid.

As long as everyone pretends not to be afraid, there is nothing to be afraid of in this world.

Although my brother is dead.

But Ye Zi decided to follow his brother's way and continue walking along his brother's path.

His shouting and exerting strength really played a role.

The team on the verge of collapse once again stabilized their position and confronted the rapids.

Even the partner who was submerged by the river barely held his breath and could hold on for a while.

But at most they stood firm against the rapids, and still couldn't get out of the ghost gate.

The strength of the captives is quite limited, and they will be exhausted if the stalemate does not last long.

The two partners who held their breath became more and more painful and would collapse at any time.

The two partners who were at the end of the line and were hung above the waterfall by volley even desperately wanted to bite off the mandala branch and let themselves fall into the waterfall, reducing the burden for the team and giving the remaining eight prisoners a chance to survive.

But they had their hands on their backs, their muscles were stiff, their joints were almost frozen, and it was hard to bite the branches of the mandala.

On the contrary, because of excessive force, the entire tree branch with excellent elasticity trembles violently.

The captives who had just stood firm again lost their balance and faltered.

Ye Zi felt a wave of tremor behind him.

He nearly slipped and was swallowed by the river.

At the moment of life and death, a flash of lightning flashed across his mind.

In the depths of the secret base, the mural in the cave suddenly sparkled in front of him in an incredible way.

And like hundreds of shining little snakes, crawling into his blood.

He vaguely caught the subtle resonance between the flexible mandala branches, the tremor of ten prisoners, and the turbulent water.

"Dangling! We should dangling hard!"

Ye Ye's eyes widened and shouted hoarsely, "Have you ever picked dozens of the fullest and heaviest mandala fruits in one breath with mandala branches? I was so stupid to use stupid strength, and I lost my energy! But! If you let the branches of the mandala sway, flick and flick, and follow the rhythm, it will be fast and effortless!"

There is no rat man who has never picked the mandala fruit.

The partners quickly understood what Ye Zi meant.

And under the leadership of Ye Zi, they worked together and swayed in the same direction, using the elasticity of the mandala branches to fight the torrent.

The two partners hanging in the air above the waterfall turned into their secret weapons.

Every time it trembles up and down, a wave-like force gushes out, and through the clever guidance of the leaves, it becomes a sharp weapon to cut the waves.

One step, two steps, three steps.

The captive team, who had just fallen deep into the torrent, was struggling to advance again.

As the river bed gets higher and higher, the two submerged partners finally surfaced.

Using both hands and feet, the leaves climbed onto the river bank, all flesh and blood at the same time exerting force.

The branch of the mandala trembled vigorously, and several partners at the end of the line were all thrown ashore.

Ten prisoners lay exhausted on the ground.

Bubbles like a dead fish.

Can't make a half-sounding laughter for the rest of my life.

But the bloodhoof warrior applauded them loudly.

Even the clan lords who had lost all in the gambling game just shook their horns at these humble rat people and shouted, "Good job!"

The Turan is like that.

There is no mercy for the weak and the cowardly.

To the brave and the unyielding, regardless of the identity of the other party, they never show respect for themselves.

"who is it?"

A bloodhoof warrior came over and said gruffly, "Who figured out the way to shake the mandala branch?"

The eyes of the partners were all on the leaves.

However, Ye Zi stared at the bloodhoof warrior, the broken horn, and the half-demonic face—a face he would never forget.

"It's you?"

The horned tauren warrior was startled slightly and grinned.

I don't know if it was three days of experience, plus just past the ghost gate, the blood still rushes with courage.

Or the other party didn't summon the totem armor, but just stood loose and didn't feel too much murderous aura.

Ye Ye was finally able to control his eyes, staring at each other without blinking, and then tried his best to control his throat. He paused every word and said in a hoarse voice: "You kill my mother and brother, I swear, kill you!"

"what!"

The horned tauren warrior seemed to have heard the most interesting thing in the world.

He squatted down and studied the leaves carefully for a long time.

Afterwards, he fumbled for a while and found a fragrant fried mandala ball covered with grease and honey, and stuffed it into the leaf's mouth.

"Then eat it."

The horned tauren warrior said, "You will have the power to kill if you are full."