Passing through the gate built with the bones of the giant totem beast, there are rows of scarlet battle flags in front.

The four Bloodhoof marks are arranged at the four corners of the battle flag, representing the tauren, centaurs, wild boars and elephants, the most powerful settlements among the four Bloodhoof clans.

In the middle is a fragmented skull, symbolizing the Bloodhoof clan's bravery, which will surely trample the barbarians who believe in the Holy Light in the north to nothing.

After passing through the rows of battle flags, the captives who narrowly escaped being swallowed up by the Buffalo River were deeply shocked by a huge mandala tree and couldn't help but make gasping sounds.

Ye Ye has never seen such a huge datura tree.

Compared with this giant mandala tree, which is at least dozens of arms, no, hundreds of arms high, those so-called "tree kings" on the cliffs in their hometown are just children learning to talk.

Normally, this mandala tree, which could not be hugged by more than a dozen people from Turan, would produce enough fruits to feed the whole village for half a year, right?

But now, not even half of the yellow fruits can be seen on the leafy crown.

All you can see are the colorful flowers blooming and releasing rainbow-like spores into the air.

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

When the wind blows, it makes a thin and ethereal sound, like the order and call of the ancestors.

In front of the giant tree, there is an altar also built with the bones of the totem beast.

The most ferocious and exquisite skull of the totem beast is used. On it are naturally grown mysterious and complex totems that contain mysterious power, faintly exuding a suffocating aura.

More than a dozen priests of the Bloodhoof clan, wearing colorful masks and armor carved from wood and coated with totem beast grease and metal powder, danced in front of the giant tree, performing solemn and complex rituals.

Ye Zi knows that a giant mandala tree of this size has been called a "soul tree". It is the resting place of ancestral spirits and is often used for sacrifices and making totem poles.

Many Bloodhoof warriors who had returned from capture piled some particularly huge and muscular corpses of rat people in front of the soul tree.

Ye Zi saw that the Broken-Horned Tau Warrior also had a serious face, holding his brother's body carefully preserved with datura tree sap in both hands, walking to the Soul Tree step by step, and gently putting it down.

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

They are all extremely brave and strong rat people who have put up the most tenacious resistance during the capture operations in the past few days.

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

Of course, just like my brother, he is still a corpse.

The priests, who wore huge masks and looked like human-shaped totem beasts, sang and danced around the pile of corpses built into a square shape for a long time.

All Bloodhoof warriors and rats captives paid the highest respect to the brave men with the most pious attitude, and prayed to the ancestral spirits to open the gate of the holy mountain and lead these warriors back to the palace of glory.

"Wow!"

Suddenly, a priest held a spear, his eyes wide open, and stabbed hard into the pile of corpses.

The other priests also wielded extremely exaggerated and sharp magic weapons, and stepped forward to chop hard, cutting the already horrible corpse into even more fragments.

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

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

Seeing his brother's face changed beyond recognition, Ye Zi breathed a sigh of relief and showed a knowing smile.

The people of Turan made the most tragic sacrifice for the highest honor.

Lying on the hospital bed, lingering for breath, and finally dying completely, this is the most shameful, saddest, and dirtiest way to die.

After dying so cowardly, it is impossible for the unbroken soul to pass through the gate of the holy mountain and return to the glorious palace where the ancestors live.

Only on the battlefield, challenging an opponent who is far more powerful and terrifying than oneself, and being killed by the opponent in the most cruel way, is the way to die that every Turanian envies and pursues.

The higher the opponent's status, the stronger the strength, and the more brutal the killing method, the greater the glory the deceased will receive.

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

But the Bloodhoof clan was very generous in giving them the same glory as themselves.

These priests who wear huge masks and wield exaggerated magic weapons play the role of ancestral spirits and ancient totem beasts.

Stabbing the corpses of Brother and the others fiercely means that Brother and the others were defeated in a battle to challenge the ancestral spirits and died miserably.

This is the best way for Turan people to die.

All the prisoners were moved.

Even though their hometown was burned to the ground by the Bloodhoof warriors just a few days ago, their relatives and friends were also massacred.

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

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

The long ceremony is finally over.

The priests poured totem animal grease over the pile of corpses, which was as pulpy as mud, and burned the corpses to ashes.

Then he buried the hot ashes of the warriors under the soul tree.

All the Bloodhoof priests and warriors were facing the soul tree, prostrate on the ground, trembling all over, and muttering something.

"Are they praying to the ancestors to make the mandala tree bear fruit again?"

Ye Zi turned his head with difficulty and asked his partner behind him.

This partner's village is by the Buffalo River, not far from Black Horn City.

He knows a lot about the Bloodhoof clan and the rules of the warrior masters.

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

When the datura tree is not blooming, it is working hard to grow fruits all the time. One datura tree can feed a family of seven or eight people.

The days were carefree at that time, and everyone was smiling. Even if the clan masters went into the mountains to hunt, it was not mainly to obtain food, but to prove their strength, wisdom and courage in front of the totem beast.

But all the datura trees bloomed together.

The fragrant and beautiful mandala flowers dress up the whole world into a fairyland.

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

Not even one knot.

Ye Zi once heard her mother huddled in the hammock in the dead of night, sighing and sobbing silently.

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

Even without the bloodhoof warriors massacring the village.

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

When the time comes, they will either starve to death.

Otherwise, the villagers will do things a hundred times more cruel to each other and to other villages that are also hungry and desperate than the Bloodhoof warriors.

This is the rule of the Era of Glory.

Ye Zi knows that the Era of Glory means fighting.

But he naively believed 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 have enough to eat, we can live through the Era of Glory and return to the carefree, peaceful and peaceful "Era of Prosperity", right?

But this friend looked at him like he was an idiot.

"The datura tree will never bear fruit again."

The companion said, "Until we win greater glory for our ancestors, use the blood and corpses of more powerful enemies to nourish the roots of the mandala tree, and kill half or even more than half of the Turan people, the mandala tree will not

It will bear fruit again.

"These gentlemen are not praying to the ancestors to make the mandala tree bear fruit quickly.

"On the contrary, they are praying to the ancestors to make the mandala flowers bloom more, grander and more vividly.

“The bigger and brighter the datura flowers bloom, it indicates that the coming war will be grander, more spectacular, longer and more tragic.

"Only the warriors of Turan can win more and higher glory from the grand and long bloody battle.

"You know, before the Datura flowers bloomed this time, a full ten palm years of 'Era of Prosperity' had passed.

"The peaceful and prosperous era is a good life for us rat people, but for the clan masters who are burdened with the power of the totem, they have long been driven crazy!

“I heard from the elders in our village that since their grandfather, grandfather’s grandfather, grandfather’s grandfather’s grandfather’s grandfather’s grandfather, they have never encountered an ‘era of prosperity’ that lasted for ten full years.

“After an era of prosperity in a palm year, there will be an era of glory in a palm year.

“After two palm years of prosperity, there will be two palm years of glory.

"It's always been like this.

“But previous eras of prosperity would not last more than three or four palm years.

"Since we have just passed the longest and longest era of prosperity, the next step must be the longest and longest era of glory. There will be the biggest, biggest, and biggest war. Of course, the clan masters want to fight in this war.

Let’s win the highest, highest and highest glory!”

I see.

A war of grand scale, divine splendor, and unprecedented proportions.

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

After all, most of the rat people are timid and fearful, and there is plenty of food they can just pick.

The most "war" thing he had ever encountered was a conflict involving hundreds of people between a mountainside village and a mountainside village over a large and beautiful mandala tree.

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

The scene in front of Black Corner City was like a totem beast wearing iron armor and charging fiercely. Ye Zi's eyes, brain and heart were hit the hardest, and he instantly understood the meaning of "war".

He saw tens of thousands of bull-headed warriors - even though they were not as strong and ferocious as the horn-broken bull-headed warrior who killed his brother, they were still almost the same.

They all exposed their strong muscles, showing off the metallic luster and gorgeous tattoos on their skin, wielding giant axes and maces made from the leg bones and tail bones of totem beasts and studded with sharp metal teeth, stepping on deafening, earth-shaking
Chapter completed!