Living on a deserted island, the cold female president regards me as king

This great feast is twisted in my opinion.

Their morbid beliefs made their compatriots, even their own flesh and blood, not fluctuate at all when they became the food of strange birds.

Of course, this is an internal problem of their race.

As an outsider, I can't control it, and I don't need to control it. After all, they have nothing to do with me, and not long ago, they pierced my body with a spear.

I don't care if those lizardmen live or die.

The only thing I pay attention to are those strange birds that keep swooping down in the sky.

They hover over my head.

No one knows what will happen in the next moment, maybe soon, I will become food in their eyes.

"Giggle..."

The high priest seemed to see my worry, but this woman laughed easily all over her body.

Very, very funny?

My right eyelid kept twitching, and a thought emerged in my heart——this woman is a lunatic.

Although the aborigines on the island are relatively feudal and superstitious, and it is normal to do some stupid things for this, but this woman is the high priest, the highest-ranking figure in a tribe.

Her function, in this small primitive tribe, is equivalent to being the pope.

She should have led her people to prosperity, or at least should have guaranteed the safety of her people, but what happened before her eyes completely changed my view of the position of high priest among the aboriginal tribes .

To use a common saying, this is jumping into a well with a blind man.

Using the flesh of one's own tribe to sacrifice to those strange birds is purely to fill up their almost crazy beliefs. It will not bring much benefit to their tribe itself, and it will even cause a lot of losses to the young and middle-aged.

This is a potentially fatal threat to a primitive tribe.

You must know that young adults are the only productive forces for the aboriginal tribes on the island.

Most of their food sources are meat.

And to go out to hunt wild animals, young and middle-aged people are a rare labor force. If a large number of young and middle-aged people are lost in a short period of time, it will be a huge blow to the remaining old, weak, women and children of the entire tribe.

Even, they have a way to make the beast faint.

But even then, on today's island, there are many potential threats. After all, there are more and more alliance forces stationed on the island and stranded personnel, although the alliance army has not yet explored this area. .

But if a war starts, women can't be allowed to take their children to the battlefield, right?

The hidden danger caused by such a loss is too great.

The reason for such loss is their crazy and illusory beliefs... I respect their beliefs, and at the same time admire their ignorance.

Those corpses that were taken to the sky by the strange birds.

In the air, they will be torn apart by the swarming strange birds, and they will be eaten up. Lizardmen's limbs, some internal organs, and warm blood will continue to fall from the sky.

Blood rained.

It seemed that patches of luminosity were dyed dark red. At a glance, every lizardman under the high platform was covered with body fragments of his own people.

Like hell on earth.

bad habits.

Proper bad habit.

I couldn't help but shook my head. I don't know how long such absurd sacrificial activities have been passed down in this tribe, and how many lizardmen have died. It is a miracle that they can continue to this day and have not perished.

"Wow!"

A few hours later, those strange birds hovering in the sky above my head seemed to fill their stomachs.

They flew towards the other side of the col in groups, and gradually disappeared from my sight.

The surroundings seem to have quieted down.

There was nothing but the sound of the wind. I roughly estimated that at least dozens of lizardmen died during this period of time.

Among them, young and middle-aged people accounted for half, and the rest were women, children and the elderly.

"I guess."

Suddenly, the high priest standing in front of me spoke without warning: "You must be wondering what the purpose of this sacrifice is, right?"

"It does not matter."

I opened my mouth and shook my head again.

What she said is right, I am indeed a little curious about the reason why they did this, but I am not here to solve the mystery of their strange sacrificial activities. Compared with their obsessed beliefs, I care more about my Curse on body.

The curse is the root cause of my coming here.

"In order to maintain the pure blood."

But the woman from the high priest didn't pay attention to me. She said to herself: "Our ancestors were born from the moment the God King created life. We are in the same line and inherit the power of our ancestors."

"But since the God King left, the blood flowing in our bodies has also become thinner."

"At first, some tribesmen lost their sharp teeth, later some lost their scales, and some even lost their tails..."

"The high priest at that time realized something was wrong."

"He began to prohibit the offspring of his own tribe and outsiders, but the mixed race has already occupied a considerable part of the tribe."

"The situation is irreversible."

"Every high priest tried his best to keep our blood pure."

"In the end, we chose to ask Ikas for help."

The high priest said the names of those strange birds.

This name, translated according to their language, probably means the messenger of the god king, or it can also be understood as the pet of the god king.

"Icas made an agreement with our ancestors that he would gather his own group to take away those with impure blood."

"This has become the only way for us to guarantee the purity of the blood."

"During the period, the people who didn't want to be eaten by Ikas all escaped, and those who remained were ready to be eaten by Ikas."

"Perhaps you think this ceremony is cruel."

The high priest looked at me with a smile and said, "But for us, it's actually not."

"Icas has a special status in the eyes of the God King. It is an honor for each of our clansmen to be eaten by him. This is why, even if some clansmen with impure blood know that they will be eaten, they will not The reason for leaving the tribe."

"Actually, if they want to leave, no one will stop them."

blood vessels.

I don't agree with what the high priest said... As a person who grew up in the 21st century, I don't think blood is very important to a tribe, at least, no human life is important.

But these aborigines don't think so.

They can give everything for their beliefs, even their own lives.