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Chapter 39 The Tree of "White Blood"

A new round of assassin tutorials is slowly unfolding. The orcs in the village have experienced the baptism of various assassin skills, and their fanatical worship has reached a higher level. During the break time, they are all discussing assassin skills.

After training for a whole morning, Allen left the training ground and went to the altar in Datie Village to prepare for the sacrificial activities at noon.

Sacrifice is a cultural tradition left by the beast race. When disasters occur in the village, related supernatural gods are sacrificed, and major festivals must also be worshiped.

As for the existence of supernatural things, none of the villagers made it clear, and they all vaguely stated that gods certainly exist.

However, when it comes to whether the sacrificial objects are eaten by the gods, everyone expresses that the gods disdain to eat the food of mortals, so every time the sacrificial food is placed on the altar to dry, waiting for the insects and ants to divide it.

In the eyes of the vast majority of orcs, the sacrificial offering has been released, and they cannot take it back, otherwise it would be disrespectful.

Allen does not agree with this kind of waste of food. Since the sacrificial objects will not disappear, the villagers will take back the food after the sacrifice, instead of living a miserable life all day long.

After a while, Allen saw high incense burning at the altar. Priest Hood was wearing a large linen robe that he seldom wears at ordinary times. The surface of the robe was very clean without any mud.

He is holding an old wooden stick in his hand with a small hole at the top, and a vine is connected with more than 100 green leaves in the shape of a heart, which has a natural philosophical temperament.

A gust of wind blew over, and hundreds of leaves on the priest's staff fluttered in the wind, making rustling sounds, and the sound was very nice.

"That's right, a standard magic stick outfit."

Allen took a look at the sacrificial scene. Live chickens and other objects were placed in the center of the altar, and Hood was dancing on the white stone altar with a dignified and serious expression.

Then came the prayer session, the priest walked around, cut off the neck of the live chicken, and let the blood into the basin.

Alan watched for a few minutes, like watching a monkey show, making Hood feel uncomfortable during the sacrificial dance, as if he was a foolish joke in the eyes of the village chief.

Half an hour after the sacrifice, Hood was sweating profusely and drenched all over. He turned his head to look at the open space outside the altar. Village Chief Alan had already left and was not interested in watching him dance.

Hood frowned secretly, the village chief didn't pay homage all the way, it was so rude.

He thought about it, but didn't try to persuade him anymore.

When he was young, he worked as a priest for several years, and he had a lot of sacrifices, and he vaguely felt that the gods did not exist.

But after seeing Allen's amazing performance, Hood began to believe that the gods are real again.

Fearing that Thor would be angry, Hood could only grit his teeth and dance for half an hour, hoping that Thor would forgive Village Chief Alan for his impolite behavior.

rustling.

The sound of leaves continued to sound at the altar, and the midday sun in the south never cooled down because of someone's awkward dance, but became stronger and stronger as time went by.

"It's so hot..."

In the scorching summer, someone made a dry voice.

……

"I see, I see, I see—"

The cicadas were singing desperately in the woods, and the sharp sound resounded throughout the forest. The old hunter was wearing a Hidden Sword and holding a rubber tree cutting knife custom-made by the blacksmith in his hand. .

This is not the suburban forest of Datie Village, but the southern forest of the Fox Village. I heard that this is the holy place of the "Holy Tree of White Blood". The Fox people seldom enter the holy place, and only go here to carry out sacrificial activities on major festivals.

If the Fox Clan found out that he wanted to steal the White Blood Sacred Tree, the consequences would be disastrous.

The old hunter didn't want to do such a grudge, but Allen said that the great steam engine needs it, and the big industry of the future will also need it.

He didn't understand what a steam engine was, but for the sake of the development of the village and the legacy of the remaining assassins, the old hunter gritted his teeth and came to the outskirts of the Fox Village.

After waiting for a while, the old hunter only heard the sound of wind, cicadas and other sounds.

Good, no one.

The old hunter let go of his nervousness, walked to a slender tree with white spots, looked at it carefully for a while, and recalled Alan's advice.

There are three things to look at when cutting rubber trees, namely weather, seasonal phenology and tree conditions.

The old hunter stared at the size of the stem of the rubber tree and the number of milk ducts. After finding the point of the knife with his eyes obliquely, he coordinated his hands, feet, eyes and body, walked sideways, cut obliquely in half a circle, and immediately cut a tree mark, white "Blood" slowly poured out.

"The Holy White Blood Tree is indeed bleeding. It should be the rubber tree Lord Allen is looking for."

The old hunter brought a small wooden barrel to hold the white blood.

Then the old hunter turned his head and left, returning to the nearby slave camp, and asked the guards to bring the slaves to sneak over to collect the natural latex liquid.

"No one is there now, hurry up and take the seeds home after picking." The old hunter said hastily.

It is impossible to collect every day, the journey is far away, and they are the treasures of the fox people, so they should not be too presumptuous.

The guards of the slaves received the order and immediately led the slaves into action.

……

Fox Village.

A torrential rain last night caused many rice fields outside the village to fall, and the heavily fallen rice fields were one after another, which made people feel distressed.

All the fox orcs, male or female, took action, went into the rice fields to rescue them, and straightened the rice into a ball of weeds.

After the rice fields were rescued, it was already afternoon.

"It's over, I feel like there's going to be a famine again this time."

"Can't give up, we can live on mush."

"The mush is too bitter, it is something that is reserved for slaves, how can we degenerate to eat mush like this."

"I remember the great famine the year before last, when insects invaded the country, and all the mush was eaten up, and the harvest was cut off in autumn, and many people died..."

The orcs with fox-like tails are worried that they will lose their harvest in autumn.

In Lionheart Country, rice is harvested twice a year. Early rice has been harvested in the barn in July, and now we are waiting for the harvest of late autumn rice.

"I don't know if it's raining in the big iron village next door."

"It rained so much last night, their farmland should be miserable too."

"Morning Glory Town and Saltpeter Town may also be affected."

The orcs in the Fox Village guessed very well that this torrential rain covered a wide area, involving half of the Lionheart Kingdom, and it has been raining recently.

However, they guessed wrongly about the situation in Datie Village. Now the rice fields in Datie Village are twice as good as those in all villages and towns. According to visual estimates, the production will not decrease much, and it may even increase production.

After all, pest control, scientific management, and soil and chemical fertilizers are multi-pronged. This is an advantage in farming that other villages cannot match.

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