Heaven Civilization Salvation System

Chapter 9 Fantasy?Family sacrifice?
The mist shrouded the vast mountains, hiding all the peaks in the depths of the mist that humans cannot see.Teal ridges snaked down from the clouds.It is covered by forests of black pine and coniferous oak.

Initially, the lines drawn are blurred, broken, and disconnected!Here is an isolated piece of land, that is an isolated deep ditch, and farther away is a remote river bank.

Then, the previously discovered lands complement each other, the lines are connected, the dotted lines on the map become solid lines, the river banks show a definite bow shape, and the river corners are connected to the definite plain land.

Finally, a new plain, with lakes, rivers, rivers, mountains, and valleys, is magnificent and spread out on the map.

Five years have passed in a flash. Under the leadership of Fang Zhe, the hunting radius of the clansmen with sophisticated weapons has become larger. From the first day round trip, to three days, to a week, to January, this time it is even longer Back in March.

Going all the way in the southeast direction, you can come to the vast and endless plain in early January. The land here is fertile and the rivers are gurgling. The small rivers in the mountains meander out and flow into the larger sea.

After establishing a preliminary base on this plain, Fang Zhe rushed back anxiously. Now time is money, and no one knows when the disaster will come.

On the day Fang Zhe led the team back, a mobilization meeting for the entire clan was held.

In the five years, except for the bad year in the third year, the other four years were full of exciting bumper harvests, and the caves for storing grain were also opened up, from the first one to three.Golden corn and bacon are piled up in the granary.

In order to transport so much food, carts came out accordingly. The cart placed in the middle of the meeting was loaded with food. Following Fang Zhe's gesture, Alin led the cart around the people.

Seeing this scene, the clansmen knew that the migration was finally coming, and this time they did not panic.

Over the past five years, the hunting team's sharp increase in combat effectiveness has given people confidence that this migration journey does not seem so difficult.

With the order of the patriarch Ariel, the vigorous migration plan began.

Fang Zhe served as the commander-in-chief of the migration team. Under Fang Zhe's order, half of the hunting teams and grain transport teams set off. From April to November, the successive grain transport teams made people even more hopeful.

There is no road in the world, but as more people walk it, it becomes a road. This is a road leading to hope. With maps and more and more trips to transport food, the distance of this road becomes shorter and shorter. , now takes only 28 days to reach the Great Plains.The granaries there were filled with bundles of grain.

Never look at the wild animals of this world through the eyes of old times.This is the experience Fang Zhe gained after going back and forth several times.

In order to ensure safety, he has gone back and forth with the grain transport team several times.Although it was tiring to do so, he also discovered a terrible phenomenon, the animals in spring are the most aggressive.

Somewhere, he felt that a disaster was coming, and his sixth sense let him know that this might be the last winter of staying here. After the winter passed, if there was no action in the spring, he might have to stay here again like in his previous life.

The plan made after many rounds of back and forth does not need to be explained again. From where to go every day, where to rest, and even how to arrange the defensive circle, the terrain along the road and some trivial aspects are all prepared.

The rest is to take advantage of this winter to collect enough salt mines, burn them and filter them until they have enough salt.

The mission of the hunting team is simpler. Along this road, continue to clear away possible obstacles and beasts on the road, try to avoid possible dangerous factors and reduce losses.

In Fang Zhe's eyes, population is always the most powerful productive force, and he wants to bring these people to the plains one by one. This is the hope for the rise of the tribe.
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As the temperature rises, the snow melts.

Men, women, children, and even the elderly are ready.

Ah Tim is the longest-lived old man in the clan. In this barbarous era, the population changes so fast that the clansmen have forgotten his name. When they see Ah Tim, everyone is familiar with him.

Everyone was making final preparations, and Tim couldn't wait any longer and joined the team of moving things.The thing was very heavy, and the old man was a little out of breath. He missed his youth a little.

"Old man, don't move, just stay here, I'll move these things," Ah Lin said hurriedly after seeing it.

Fang Zhe brought not only food and weapons to the tribe, but also hope and cultural shock.

We all know that when the heart thinks in one place, the energy moves in one place.In A Zhe's words, "One arrow may not kill the giant horned hippopotamus, but ten arrows, or a hundred arrows."

With the relocation of materials, the time is getting closer.

Patriarch Ariel launched the last mobilization meeting on the big platform on the top of the mountain.

This time, everyone took out all the food that could not be taken away and piled it in the open space, meat rabbits, snow chickens, and spotted deer.

Everyone took out the food they usually treasured. A few dried snowfrogs, dozens of large loaches with blackened surfaces, and two wild roe deer whose heads were frozen hard were scattered on the poles.

The higher the status in the tribe, the higher up they stand.

As he got closer and closer to the top of the mountain, Fang Zhe felt that the children beside him had lost the casualness they had when they were at the bottom of the mountain, and had become a lot more cautious.

Fang Zhe is already the youngest and bravest warrior in the tribe. Although he is only 12 years old, his skin is as rough as some beasts due to years of wind and sun.

Years of living in the wild made his appearance more and more close to the aesthetic standards of primitive tribal women.His broad shoulders are like a rock, with scratches left and right on it due to injuries, which is the glory of his warrior.

Her hair was as short as a steel needle, standing straight up to the sky.Looking down, you can see two thick thighs, and the muscles that bulge from time to time during the movement make it impossible for anyone to ignore the explosive power they bring.

The women of the primitive tribe all stared straight at Azhe's body, which seemed to be harder than before. The patriarch's son, the deputy captain of the hunting team, and the commander-in-chief of the migration, as they got closer to the top of the mountain, everyone's eyes turned to Fang Zhe body.

Everyone in the tribe must attend today's ceremony. No matter you are sick in bed or have trouble with your legs and feet, you must be present. Even the hunting team that went out has rushed back.

Fang Zhe made a rough estimate, and the number was not less than 200, and it should be around two hundred and fifty-six.When the dungeon came in this time, there were more people than last time. If corn hadn't been invented before the last big storm, the crisis caused by food shortage would have killed more people.

In Fang Zhe's opinion, more than 200 people were not that many people. However, after coming to this tribe, it was the first time for Fang Zhe to see so many people gathered together. It was still very lively.

There is an open space on the top of the mountain, and there is a circular depression in the center. In the depression, the firewood is burning violently, making crackling and dry frying sounds from time to time.

The discussion around fell silent, and the patriarch Ariel and Wu came.

The difference from the past is that the patriarch Ariel wears thick horns on his head. This is a bone ornament made from the horn of a giant horned hippopotamus. After he invented the bow and arrow, Ariel brought back the spoils after two days of tracking alone. A testament to his strength.

Wu, on the other hand, dressed lightly and didn't wear anything too exaggerated, except that he had an extra black crutch in his hand, his back was a little bent, and he was wearing a gray-black animal skin cloak.

Following the leader and Wu, Fang Zhe also walked to the high platform in the center of the mountain.

Ariel first spoke a few words, talked about the harvest of last year, and then looked forward to the future to boost morale.In his previous life, Fang Zhe had heard similar words a lot, but he didn't feel much.

On the other hand, some people around were so excited that they raised their arms and yelled twice after the patriarch finished speaking, and even a bunch of youngsters followed suit until their faces turned red.

After waiting for Ariel to finish speaking, the next step is Wu's business.This ceremony is mainly about witches.

Holding a crutch, the witch stood hunched over by the fire in the pit, opened his arms, and began to chant.

The scene suddenly became tense from the agitation just now. Everyone kept their mouths tightly shut, even breathing carefully, for fear of affecting the singing over there.

Fang Zhe didn't understand what the witch was singing. It seemed that it was not the language that the tribe usually spoke, and the tone was also strange.

But the next scene shocked Fang Zhe. As he sang, the black crutch in the witch's hand also glowed with light, and the light pointed in his direction.

Everyone stared in the direction of the crutches and looked at Fang Zhe with devout eyes.

The sky had completely darkened, and a crescent moon appeared in the night sky.But at this time, the top of the mountain was brightly illuminated by the tumbling flames in the fire pond, covering it with a layer of red.

"This is a rule passed down from the ancestors, and the totem pole will choose the person who leads everyone to hope." Wu's voice was not loud, but at this moment, everyone lowered their heads and listened quietly.

"Azhe, the totem god chose you, now, tell us loudly, can you shoulder the important task of saving the Xuan tribe!!"

Fang Zhe was a little confused at this time, because many figures appeared in front of his eyes.

Someone was beating the animal skin drum. The sound of the drum was high and low, but it was different from the sound of some drums that Fang Zhe had heard in his previous life.

Someone held a stone spear in his hand and made a throwing gesture, but to his horror, the stone spear was facing him.

There are young people, old people, children, and women. More and more figures appear in the sky, and the light of the moon seems to be blocked.

Everyone's eyes were surprisingly the same, staring at Fang Zhe.As time went on, the drums also became louder.In Fang Zhe's sight, he seemed to see his own body. As time went by, his gaze became higher and higher, as if his soul had come out of his body.

"I can!" When Fang Zhe's decisive words fell, the figure in the sky seemed to hear his firmness and determination.

Gradually began to dissipate into a little bit of aura, the man with the spear put down the spear in his hand, looked at him with relief, as the drumbeat slowed down, it slowly blurred into a mysterious word, which merged into Fang Zhe's body, and the others The spiritual light turned into fluttering raindrops, fully integrated into the bodies of the clansmen.

When there was no more aura between heaven and earth, the sound of the drums also disappeared, and everything seemed like a dream, as if nothing had happened.

But only Fang Zhe knew that these figures that only he could see should be the ancestors of the "Xuan" tribe in the past generations. When they died, they injected their beliefs into the totem poles. The totem poles were passed down from generation to generation, and the figures in the sky were only thick. If you do the math, there are tens of thousands of people.

But only Fang Zhe knew that the man standing at the front holding the spear should have seen through his identity. If it wasn't for his firm belief, he might have fallen under the spear at this time and became a dead soul under the spear.

Although it is born and bred in this world with the help of the system, it is a rootless duckweed after all. The body is here, but the home of the soul is not here.

Drops of cold sweat fell from Fang Zhe's forehead, and the animal skin robe on his body seemed to have been washed. When everyone was staring at him, he felt that his soul was being tortured. pressure.

Although there are many irrational places in this world, the two rushing in did not leave him time to explore the truth of this world.

How did the "Xuan" tribe migrate to this place, and why did they decline so much? This kind of strange image that only appears in mythology, Wu Qi's strange prophecy ability, and all kinds of unexplainable phenomena.

I really underestimated the mystery of this world. At first I thought it was a slightly strange primitive civilization. It seems that there are more hidden secrets waiting to be discovered by myself.
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"Azhe, what are you thinking? Hurry up and catch the totem pole." Wu was a little anxious. This was not the first time he passed the totem pole. Looking at the totem pole, the energy and blood will be greatly damaged, and it has not recovered until now.

The totem pole has a spirit, and he will only choose someone who is destined to pass it on. Although he has always believed in his heart that Ah Zhe can do it, when he really wants to pass it on, seeing Ah Zhe like this, he still feels a little flustered.

Hearing Wu's words, Fang Zhe suddenly recovered.

He took the totem pole Wu handed over without any hesitation.

With the passing of the totem pole completed.

"Good!" Wu shouted.

"Good!" The people of the tribe raised their arms and cheered.

"The Xuan Tribe will never be destroyed!" Patriarch Ariel said happily.

"The Xuan Tribe will never die!" The members of the tribe echoed loudly, each and every one of them was as excited as a chicken blood.Since the totem pole chose Azhe, it must be the ancestors who chose Azhe, and it must be the gods who chose Azhe.

After that the scene became less serious and much more relaxed.The tribesmen need to vent their excitement, nervousness about migrating, and expectations for the future, and get together to talk and laugh.

Everyone ate barbecue together, licked the corn, and had two mouthfuls of clear river water from time to time. You came and went, and the food was delicious.

Wait until you finish eating and drinking, and then take a good night's sleep. Tomorrow, at dawn, the tribe will officially embark on a 28-day migration journey.

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