Oh My God! Earthlings are Insane!

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

The four bloodhoof marks line the four corners of the battle flag, representing the tauren, centaur, wild boar and elephant, the most powerful settlements among the four bloodhoof clans.

In the middle is a fragmented skull, which symbolizes the bravery of the Bloodhoof clan, and will surely trample down those barbarians in the north who believe in the holy light.

Passing through rows of battle flags, the captives who managed to escape being swallowed by the bison river were deeply shocked by a huge mandala tree, and couldn't help but let out gasps one after another.

Leaf has never seen such a huge datura tree.

Compared with this giant mandala tree that is at least dozens of arms high, no, hundreds of arms tall, those so-called "tree kings" on the cliffs in their hometown are simply children who are babbling.

In normal times, this mandala tree, which cannot be hugged by more than a dozen Turanians, bears enough fruits to feed the whole village for half a year, right?

But now, half of the yellow and clear fruits can't be seen on the luxuriant canopy.

All that could be seen was the race to open colorful flowers, spilling rainbow-colored spores into the air.

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

When the wind blows, it makes a small and ethereal sound, like the orders and summons of the ancestors.

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

It used the most ferocious and delicate skull of the totem beast, on which naturally grew mysterious and complex totems containing mysterious power, faintly exuding a suffocating breath.

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

Ye Zi knows that a giant mandala tree of this size can already be called a "soul tree", where the ancestors rest in peace, and is often used for sacrifices and making totem poles.

Many bloodhoof warriors who had returned from captives piled up the corpses of some particularly huge and strong rat people in front of the soul tree.

Ye Zi saw that the bull-headed warrior with broken horns also had a serious face, holding his brother's body carefully preserved with mandala sap in both hands, walking to the soul tree step by step, and putting it down gently.

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

They are all the most brave and strong rat people who have resisted the most tenaciously during the capture operation 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, like his brother, they are all in the identity of corpses.

Wearing huge masks, the priests who looked like human-shaped totem beasts sang and danced around the square pile of corpses, tossing for a long time.

All the bloodhoof warriors and rat people captives paid the highest respect to the brave with the most pious attitude, and prayed to the ancestors to open the gate of the holy mountain and lead these warriors back to the hall of glory.

"Wow kill!"

Suddenly, a priest held a spear, his eyes widened, and he stabbed fiercely into the pile of corpses.

The rest of the priests also wielded extremely exaggerated and sharp magic weapons, stepped forward and slashed fiercely, cutting the already horrific corpses into pieces.

"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 her brother's unrecognizable and messed up appearance, Ye Zi let out a long sigh of relief, showing a knowing smile.

The Turan people regard the most tragic sacrifice as the highest honor.

Lying on a sickbed, lingering on one's last breath, and finally dying completely, this is the most shameful, saddest, and dirtiest way to die.

To die so cowardly, it is bound to be impossible for an unbroken soul to pass through the gate of the holy mountain and return to the hall of glory where the ancestral spirits reside.

Only on the battlefield, challenging an opponent far more powerful and terrifying than oneself, and being killed by the opponent in the most cruel way, is the way of death 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 that the dead can get.

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

But the Bloodhoof clan has generously granted them the same honor as themselves.

These priests, who wear huge masks and wield exaggerated instruments, play the roles of ancestor spirits and ancient totem beasts.

Fiercely stabbing at the bodies of elder brother and the others meant that elder brother and the others were unfortunately defeated and died tragically in the battle to challenge the ancestor spirit.

This is the best way for a Turanian to die.

All the prisoners were moved.

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

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

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

The long ceremony is finally over.

The priests poured the totem animal fat on the muddy pile of corpses and burned the pile of corpses to ashes.

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

All the bloodhoof priests and warriors faced the soul tree, prostrated themselves on the ground, trembling all over, chanting.

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

Ye Zi turned her head with difficulty, and asked her partner behind her.

This partner's village is right by the Bison River, not far from Blackhorn City.

He knew a lot about the Bloodhoof clan, and the rules of the warrior lords.

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

When the mandala tree is not in bloom, it is desperately growing fruit all the time. 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, it was not mainly to obtain food, but to prove their strength, wisdom and courage in front of the totem beast.

But all datura trees bloomed together.

The fragrance is tangy, and the beautiful mandala flowers make the whole world into a fairyland.

But the mandala tree after flowering, but no longer bear fruit.

Not even one knot.

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

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

Even without the Bloodhoof Warrior Tucun.

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

At that time, or starve to death.

Or, the villagers would do a hundred times more cruelty to each other and to other equally hungry and desperate villages than the bloodhoof warriors.

This is the rule of the Glory Era.

Ye Zi knew that the Glory Era meant war.

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 will be able to pass through the era of glory and return to the carefree, peaceful and peaceful "era of prosperity", right?

But the partner looked at him like an idiot.

"The mandala tree won't bear fruit anymore."

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, and killing half or even more than half of the Turanians, the mandala tree will not be It will turn out again.

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

"On the contrary, they are praying to the ancestors to make the mandala bloom more, bigger and more colorful.

"The bigger and more colorful the datura flowers are, it indicates that the war to come will be grander, more spectacular, longer and more tragic.

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

"You know, before the mandala blooms this time, the 'prosperous era' of ten palm years has already passed.

"The peaceful and prosperous era is a good day for us rat people, but for the clan masters who bear the power of the totem, they have long been mad!

"I heard from the old people in our village that starting from their grandfather, grandpa's grandpa, grandpa's grandpa's grandpa's grandpa, there has never been a 'prosperous era' that lasted for ten palm years.

"After an era of prosperity in the year of the palm, there will be an era of glory in the year of the palm.

"After the era of prosperity of the two palm years, there will be the era of glory of the two palm years.

"It's always been that way.

"However, in the previous era of prosperity, it would not exceed three or four palm years.

"Since we have just passed the longest, longest, and longest era of prosperity, the next one 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 in this war." Let's win the highest, highest and highest glory!"

I see.

The scale is grand, the sacred splendor, the unprecedented war.

Before that, Ye Zi didn't have much concept of war.

After all, most rat people are timid and afraid of getting into trouble, and there is plenty of food to pick casually.

The most "war" thing he has encountered is nothing more than a conflict between hundreds of people in Shanjiao Village and Banshan Village over a large and beautiful mandala tree.

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

The scene in front of Blackhorn City, however, looked like a totem beast wearing iron armor and slammed into it fiercely, causing Ye Zi's eyes, brain and heart to suffer the heaviest impact, and instantly understood the meaning of "war".

He saw tens of thousands of minotaur warriors—even if they were not as strong and fierce as the hornless minotaur warrior who killed his brother, they were almost the same.

All of them bared their muscular bodies, showing off the metallic luster and gorgeous tattoos on their skin, wielding huge axes and maces made of totem beast leg bones and tail bones, studded with sharp metal teeth, and stepping on deafening, earth-shattering The footsteps of the mountain swayed, starting from the Niutou City Walled in all directions, and gathered under the Black Horn City.