Chief don't slap in the face

In the copper tripod, there was a ball of orange flame burning, it was neither hot nor burst, but when it shone on the face, it warmed the heart, like a lover's embrace.

"bow down!"

A deep voice sounded.

"Great Prophet!"

A large group of young people knelt down, all of them looked excited. It was the great prophet who came. You must know that such a big man may not be seen twice or three times in a lifetime.

Everyone knelt down. If Xia Ye stood up, it would definitely be eye-catching. If the Great Prophet saw that he disrespected his ancestors, there was no need to talk about revenge, he would be beaten to death on the spot.

There was no way, Xia Ye knelt down on one knee, but it was just a show, and he didn't touch the ground.

"Damn it, Xia Ji, you wait for me, I will make you kneel for us for three days and three nights!"

Xia Ye became ruthless.

The Great Prophet began to lecture, and the young people listened seriously one by one, as if missing a word was disrespect to their ancestors, but Xia Ye was upset to hear it.

What to work hard, not to disappoint the expectations of the ancestors, what to fight, to bring glory to the tribe, all are fake clichés. In fact, when translated, there is only one core idea, that is, you should be good cows and milk-milk with your heart, even if If they are dead, they must be burned to add a handful of ashes to the tribe's land, so that the wheat will grow better in the coming year.

"Fight hard, the ancestors will protect you!"

After the great prophet finished speaking, he raised his staff.

The flame in the copper tripod ignited with a bang, illuminating the Temple of Heaven, and after that, flames the size of fingernails flew out, as if possessing spirituality, and drilled into the ancestor stones in the hands of every young man middle.

Chapter 54 Cannon Fodder

At that moment, countless spiritual fires scattered, and in the dim altar hall, it seemed as if meteors were dragging their gorgeous tail flames across the silent night sky.

Beautiful, mysterious, colorful!

Snapped!Snapped!Snapped!

The spirit of the ancestors shot into the stone of the ancestors, just like a bonfire was lit, and the stones in everyone's hands lit up, exuding a warm light.

Whoa!

There were exclamations everywhere, because this scene was so miraculous, and the Ancestral Stone was so beautiful, like a precious night pearl.

"Go, set off in three days, and fight for the glory of the tribe!"

After the Great Prophet finished speaking, many young people bowed to the ground, shouted and roared, their expressions were frenzied, and they wished to fly to Gusen in the wasteland immediately.

Xia Ye deliberately slowed down, staying for a while longer, surveying the ancestor altar.

"What are you dawdling about? Go, I'll take you to meet someone!"

Xia Chong kept urging, very impatient.

"See who?"

When Xia Ye stepped out of the altar, he saw a group of young people gathered on the long street, and Xia Qi, who was chasing the summer moon, was among them.

Seeing Xia Ye, Xia Qi showed a sinister smile, clenched his fist with his right hand, stretched out his thumb, and slashed across the neck, making a throat-cutting motion.

"Ha, how did that kid offend you?"

Xia Taihao on the side gloated, turned around and saw Xia Ye wearing a blindfold. In the tribe, Xia Qi's gesture was called throat-cutting ceremony, which was the bloodiest provocative gesture, representing immortality.

"I just don't like him!"

Xia Qi pouted.

"Tsk tsk, you actually provoked you, a great genius in the slums, allow me to mourn for him for three seconds!"

Xia Taihao and Xia Qi are buddies. Although he was born in a warrior family, he is better than Xia Qi, but he still belongs to the bottom of Xia Jie's circle, so he has to win over a few companions to avoid being excluded.

"Xiamang!"

Xia Chong tugged at Xia Ye: "Hurry up, don't make him wait, and your posture, can you lower it a bit?"

"Xia Mang? The younger brother of Xia Zhi?"

There are too many people, it's hard to do anything. When we go to the barren land of Gusen, Xia Ye will definitely put Xia Qi in the sun.

In the tribe, drying salted fish means hanging to death.

"Yes!"

Xia Chong was very excited: "Xia Mang formed a supportive team, as long as he joins, the chances of surviving in the wilderness Gusen will increase a lot!"

"Oh, who are they?"

Xia Ye inquired, Xia Mang's strength is unknown, but his brother Xia Zhi is recognized as the number one genius in the slums. He survived the blood survival test four years ago and was valued by Xia Shilian. day.

"Xia Zhi didn't forget her origin, and said she wanted to help more young people from the slums get out, so the members of the group allowed people from the slums to join!"

Xia Chong is very grateful.

As long as the tribal people are 15 years old or older, they must participate in the trial. The total number exceeds [-]. Although the tribe will not give any help except for an ancestor stone, everyone's starting point is still different.

Such things as class will always exist.

The first grade is the children of the upper class dignitaries of the tribe, not to mention the elite education they have received, with the power and wealth of the family, they are all armed to the teeth.

The five major basic buildings have been prepared early, in addition to sophisticated weapons, powerful arms, and even rare buildings.

Every year's trials, the final winners are born among these people, and the tribe is also most optimistic about these juniors. You must know that opening up new territories represents new interests, so these children are also among the various forces at the upper level of the tribe. A pawn who fights openly and secretly.

This year's session is represented by Xia Jie and Xia Shilian. The former is the youngest son of the great patriarch. He is extremely talented. It is said that he is a genius who is once in a thousand years. He has already been appointed as the next patriarch candidate. The latter is the third daughter of the great prophet , equally talented.

In order to fight for the rights of the tribe, the two also began to cultivate wings.

Xia Zhi was promoted by Xia Shilian, so his younger brother Xia Mang naturally also belonged to the great prophet lineage.

Tribal warriors, wealthy businessmen, and some declining wealthy families, their children are ranked second. Because they have enough food, warm clothes, and the family's precepts and deeds, these children have time to practice meditation and receive some education , due to their large numbers, became the cornerstone of a tribe.

Their equipment is not the most luxurious, but it is definitely good enough, and through the teaching of their parents, they are precocious, know how to form a group, and know how to choose a camp, which is most beneficial to their own growth.

The third grade is the children of ordinary people. It is not easy to help their parents to work all day long, and it is not easy to fill their stomachs. Not to mention, the five basic building cores are naturally unaffordable.

The fate of these common people's children is either to stick together to survive, or to join the power of a certain high-level children and become their pawns.

In a word, it is too difficult for common people's children to stand out in the trials.

The next level is the children of the slums. Some families don’t even have two stone knives and seven-day rations, but if they don’t participate in the trial, they will be executed by the patriarch, so they can only be cannon fodder for others. In front of the battle.