The Earth People are so Fierce

Passing through the gate built with giant totem beast bones, rows of scarlet battle flags were inserted in front of them.

The four bloodhoof marks are divided into the four corners of the battle flag, representing the tauren, centaur, wild boar and wild elephant, the most powerful settlement among the four bloodhoof clans.

In the middle is a fragmented skull, which symbolizes the bravery of the Bloodhoof clan, and will trample those barbarians who believe in the Holy Light in the north without leaving a piece of armour.

Passing through the rows of battle flags, the prisoners who escaped the Bison River by chance were deeply shocked by the huge and friendless mandala tree, and couldn't help but let out one after another gasp.

The leaves have never seen such a huge mandala tree.

Compared with this giant mandala tree, which is at least dozens of arms, no, hundreds of arms high, the so-called "tree kings" on the cliffs of my hometown are simply babbled children.

Normally, this mandala tree, which a dozen Turan people can't hold, bears so many fruits, enough for the whole village to eat for half a year, right?

But now, half of the yellow fruit can not be seen on the leafy canopy.

You can only see colorful flowers blooming, and rainbow-like spores spilling into the air.

The trunk and branches of this giant tree are covered in red and green, and are covered with wind chimes polished from the bones of totem beasts.

As soon as the wind blew, it made a thin and ethereal sound, just like an ancestral spirit's command and call.

In front of the giant tree, an altar was also built with the bones of totem beasts.

The skull is the most hideous and exquisite skull of totem beasts, on which there are naturally complex and mysterious totems, which faintly exude a breath of suffocation.

More than a dozen priests of the Bloodhoof clan, wearing masks and armors carved with wood, painted with totem beast grease and metal powder, radiantly colored masks and armor, danced in front of the giant tree, performing solemn and complicated rituals.

Ye Ye knows that the giant mandala tree of this size has been called the "soul tree", where the ancestral spirits sleep peacefully, and is often used for sacrifices and totem poles.

Many bloodhoof warriors who had returned from capturing prisoners piled up some particularly large and robust rat people's corpses in front of the soul tree.

Ye Ye saw that the bull head warrior with broken horns also had a serious face, holding his brother's corpse carefully preserved with mandala sap in his hands, step by step, walked to the soul tree and gently put it down.

Ye Zi's friends recognized the identities of several corpses.

They are all the most brave and strong rat people who have resisted the most in the capture operations in the past few days.

As a result, he won the glory for himself and also won the favor of the bloodhoof warriors. Through the blood-giving ceremony, he became a member of the bloodhoof clan.

Of course, just like his brother, he is in the identity of a corpse.

The priests wearing huge masks, like heads of humanoid totem beasts, sang and danced around the boxy corpses, tossing for a long time.

All bloodhoof warriors and rat people captives paid the highest tribute to the brave with the most pious attitude, and prayed that the ancestral spirit could open the gate of the holy mountain and bring these warriors back to the temple of glory.

"Wow!"

Suddenly, a priest held a spear with his eyes wide open, and slammed into the corpse.

The other priests also wielded extraordinarily exaggerated and sharp magical weapons, and slashed fiercely, cutting the corpses that were originally terrible to pieces.

"Brother... got his glory..."

Ye Zi opened his eyes wide, searched carefully, and finally found his brother's body in the mess of corpses.

Seeing his elder brother's disrecognizable and messy look, Ye Zi let out a long sigh of relief, revealing a knowing smile.

The Turan people made the most tragic sacrifice and the most noble glory.

Lying on the sickbed, lingering, and finally dying completely, this is the most humiliating, sad, and dirty way to die.

To die so cowardly, it is bound to be impossible for the unrestrained soul to pass through the gate of the holy mountain and return to the hall of glory where the ancestor spirit is.

Only on the battlefield, challenging an opponent far more powerful and terrifying than himself, and being killed by the opponent in the cruelest way, is the envy and pursuit of death by every Turan.

The higher the opponent's status, the stronger the strength, and the more brutal the means of killing, the greater the glory of the dead.

Originally, the rat people were not qualified to enjoy such a magnificent death.

But the Bloodhoof clan generously bestowed them the same glory as themselves.

These priests who wore huge masks and wielded exaggerated magical instruments played the roles of ancestor spirits and ancient totem beasts.

Punching his brother and their bodies severely means that they were defeated and died tragically in the battle to challenge the ancestor spirit.

This is the best way to die for the Turan.

All the prisoners were moved.

Even though their hometown had just been burned by the bloodhoof warriors a few days ago, their relatives and friends were slaughtered.

This grand sacrifice still slightly wiped out the hatred and hostility in their hearts.

And it aroused their urge to join the bloodhoof clan and win the highest glory.

The long ceremony finally ended.

The priests poured totem beast grease on the muddy pile of corpses and burned the pile to ashes.

And buried the hot ashes of the warriors under the soul tree.

All bloodhoof priests and warriors were facing the soul tree, crawling on the ground, trembling all over, chanting.

"Are they praying for ancestral spirits to let the mandala tree bear fruit again?"

Ye Zi turned his head hard and asked his partner behind him.

This partner’s village is by the Bison River, not far from Pointe-Noire.

He knows a lot about the bloodhoof clan and the rules of the samurai masters.

Faintly, Ye Zi felt that what happened in the past few days was related to the flowering of the mandala tree.

When the mandala tree is not blooming, it is desperately growing fruit every moment. A mandala tree can feed a family of seven or eight.

At that time, the days were carefree, and everyone was smiling. Even if the clan lords went hunting in the mountains, the main reason was not to get food, but to prove their strength, wisdom and courage in front of the totem beast.

But all the mandala trees bloomed together.

The fragrant fragrance and the beautiful mandala flowers have dressed up the whole world into a fairyland.

But after flowering, the mandala tree no longer bears fruit.

Not even one knot.

Ye Zi heard her mother curled up in a hammock in the dead of night, silently sighing and sobbing.

I know that not only my family, but also the mandala fruit stored in the village are getting less and less.

Even if there is no bloodhoof warrior slaughter the village.

Before long, the last mandala fruit in the village will be eaten.

At that time, they will either starve to death.

Or, the villagers will do things a hundred times more cruel to each other, to other similarly hungry and desperate villages, than the bloodhoof warriors.

This is the rule of Glory Era.

Ye Ye knew that Glory Era meant fighting.

But he naively thought that the reason for the war was that everyone had no food to eat.

As long as the mandala tree can bear fruit quickly and everyone can fill their stomachs, they can pass the glory era and return to the carefree, peaceful and peaceful "prosperity era", right?

But this partner looked at him with idiotic eyes.

"The mandala tree will no longer bear fruit."

The partner said, “Before winning greater glory for the ancestral spirits, using the blood and corpses of more powerful enemies to nourish the roots of the mandala tree. Before half or even more of the Turan people die, the mandala tree will not Will result again.

"These masters are not praying for ancestral spirits to let the mandala tree bear fruit quickly.

"On the contrary, they are praying for the ancestral spirits to make the mandala flowers bloom more, more grand, and more colorful.

"The bigger and brighter the mandala flower blooms, it indicates that the next war will be bigger, more spectacular, longer and more tragic.

"The Turan warriors can win more and higher glory from the grand and long **** battle.

"You know, before this mandala flower blooms, it has passed the ‘prosperity era’ of ten palm-years.

"The peaceful and prosperous era is a good day for our rat people, but for the clan lords who bear the power of totem, they have long gone crazy!

"I heard the old people in our village say that starting from their grandfather, grandfather's grandfather, grandfather's grandfather's grandfather's grandfather's grandfather, they have never encountered a'prosperity era' that lasted for ten palm years.

"After the Prosperity Era of the Palm Year, it is the glory era of the Palm Year.

"After the Prosperity Era of Two Palm Years, is the Glory Era of Two Palm Years.

"It's always been like this.

"But the past prosperous era will not exceed three or four palm years.

"Since we have just passed the longest, longest and longest era of prosperity, next, it must be the longest, longest and longest era of glory. There will be a biggest, biggest and biggest war. Of course, the clan lords want to fight this battle. In, capture the highest, highest, and highest glory!"

That's it.

An unprecedented war on a grand scale, sacred and splendid.

Before that, Ye Ye didn't have much idea about war.

After all, most of the rat people are timid, and some of the food they pick at random.

The most "war" thing he has ever encountered was nothing more than a conflict of hundreds of people between Shanjiao Village and Banshan Village for a very large and beautiful mandala tree.

But after burying the elder brother, completing the sacrifice, and moving on.

The scene in front of Pointe Noire City looked like a totem beast draped in iron armor and slammed into it, causing Ye Zi's eyes, brain and soul to receive the heaviest impact, and he instantly understood the meaning of "war".

He saw tens of thousands of tauren warriors—even if they weren't as strong and ferocious as the horned tauren who killed his brother, they were almost the same.

They are all showing off their strong muscles, showing off the metallic luster and gorgeous tattoos on their skin, and they wield giant axes and mace, which are made of totem beast's leg bones and tailbone, and are studded with metal sharp teeth. With the swaying pace of the mountain, starting from the Niutou Walled City in all directions, they gathered under the city of Heijiao.