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

Ye Zi's team of prisoners were forced by the oxtail whip and the sheep's horn gun, and staggered to the river.

The boy's face was covered in wind and frost at this moment.

The lines that outline the facial features look particularly tough, making him look like Brother Ku Xiao.

The three days after the home was destroyed, it passed as quickly as three blinks.

And what happened in these three blinks of an eye was as many as three palms.

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

The rat people are flowing with unclean blood and cannot migrate at will to avoid polluting the land where the ancestors sleep.

They could only curl up in the habitat designated by the clan masters, usually in the harsh mountains and ridges.

Fortunately, even in the barren land, the mandala trees can grow vigorously and produce enough mandala fruits to allow the rat people to have enough food and clothing and reproduce.

Therefore, the leaves of the past never felt that they had the need to leave their hometown.

He was satisfied to be able to look at the horizon between cliffs and cliffs, on the top of the highest mandala tree, and look at the horizon from afar.

It was not until this moment that he realized that there were such rugged and difficult mountain roads in the world.

There are so many strange and eccentric plants that can eat humans.

Even totem beasts have so many types. The most powerful totem beasts require seven or eight blood-hoofed warriors to all enter the "totem madness" state to deal with them.

Of course, he and the prisoners suffered a lot, as he made a difficult journey for three days.

Many people were swallowed by swamps, bitten to death by poisonous insects, and torn to pieces by totem beasts.

Some people also tilted their heads and died silently without saying a word.

More people were beaten to death by the blood-hoofed warrior's oxtail whip and sheep horn gun.

Ten prisoners survived at most two or three.

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

When Ye Zi was trekking on the mountain road, he saw hundreds of black smoke columns rising from the surrounding valleys.

A faint wail and scream that he had just heard a few days ago.

They were not the only ones who were slaughtered in the middle of the mountain village.

There are also Shanjiao Village, Shantou Village, Dashu Village, Xiaoshu Village... and countless villages with no name.

As they gradually headed towards the Bison River and walked on the road paved with bluestone, more and more arrogant blood-hoofed warriors and crying prisoners joined them.

Most of the elderly, weak, sick and disabled are tortured to death halfway through.

Those who can survive are strong young people and vibrant young people like Ye Zi.

"The men are... screening out prisoners."

The boy who grew up quickly in three days was very keenly aware that "The Blood Hoof Clan does not need so many prisoners. They deliberately took us on the most dangerous mountain road, gave us the least food, and constantly tortured us, just to select the strongest, most agile, and most enduring people among us."

Like now.

The Blood-Hoven Warrior could obviously lead a captive team to cross the river from a place far away from the waterfall, the river surface is wide and the water flow is not turbulent.

The leaves even saw traces of a floating bridge in the open river.

But they wanted to take prisoners and walked past the "gate of hell" above the waterfall.

This is a test of the strength of the rat people.

Purify their bloodlines.

Let these betrayers, cowards, and uncleans be barely qualified to set foot on the land of Blackhorn.

Realize this.

Ye Zi knew that he had no way out.

From three days ago, no, from the day the mandala flower bloomed, he had no way out.

I could only grit my teeth and break through the heavy gates of hell!

So, without waiting for the oxtail whip and the sheep horn gun to land on his scarred back.

Ye Zi took a deep breath and stepped into the cold and turbulent river water.

Fortunately, his height is far greater than that of ordinary rats, and the river water is barely over his chest.

The string of prisoners behind him was carefully selected and were all tall teenagers.

That day, after completing the "blood-gifting ceremony", the samurai samurai took away his brother's body.

My brother has officially joined the Blood-Tao Clan, so he naturally cannot expose his corpse in the wilderness like a humble rat citizen.

I don’t know if out of respect for my brother, after learning about Ye Zi’s identity, the samurai samurai was incorporated into this captive team of tall teenagers, which increased the chance of survival.

After two or three days, Ye Zi and the grasshoppers on the rope behind him gradually developed a tacit understanding.

At this moment, they were in the same mind and in the same pace, gritting their teeth and fighting the torrents.

Stable and steady, we reached the center of the Bison River.

But here, the river suddenly became deeper.

The two shorter prisoners in the middle of the team were immediately hit by a catastrophe.

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

With this struggle, the entire team naturally had a mess.

The prisoners exerted force in different directions. When the two prisoners who were standing at the end of the line slipped under their feet, they were washed down from the waterfall by the rapids.

It was entirely through the beef tendon ropes that passed through their armpits, tied tightly on straight and elastic branches of mandala, hanging them in the air above the waterfall.

The screams of other prisoners came from both sides of the Bison River.

And the samurai laughed.

Many blood-hoofed warriors pointed at them, rolled up their sleeves and opened the bet.

Between them, how many blinks they can hold on before they can slide down the waterfall one by one, and they will never be restored.

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

"On the left! Everyone works hard toward the left! We will definitely be able to cross the river!"

Ye Zi was hoarse, with a positive tone and a firm expression.

In fact, he was also very scared.

I was so scared that several drops of cold urine leaked below the river.

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

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

As long as everyone pretends to be unafraid, there is nothing worth being 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 force really played a certain role.

The team on the verge of collapse once again stabilized its position and fought against the rapids.

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

But at most they stood firm against the rapids and still could not escape from the gates of hell.

The captives have very limited strength and will be exhausted if they can't hold on for too 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 on the waterfall in the air, even desperately wanted to bite off the branch of the mandala to fall to the waterfall, reduce the burden on the team, and give the remaining eight prisoners a chance to survive.

But they were carrying their hands, their muscles were stiff and their joints were almost frozen, making it difficult to bite the branches of mandala.

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

The prisoners who had just stood firm lost their balance again and were shaking.

Ye Zi felt a wave-like trembling force coming from behind him.

He almost slipped and was swallowed by the river.

In the moment of life and death, a flash of lightning suddenly flashed through his mind.

Deep in the secret base, the murals in the cave suddenly shone in front of him in an incredible way.

And it was like hundreds of shining little snakes, drilling into his bloodline.

He vaguely captured the extremely elastic branches of mandala, which condensed the trembling force of ten prisoners, and the subtle resonance between the turbulent water flow.

"Sway! We should sway!"
To be continued...