Beast World Sweet Pet: I rely on the foundation to become a boss

The clansmen followed suit and prayed: "Pray for the orcs to grant the orcs totems of the tiger tribe."

When the horn sounded, Luoyang solemnly stretched out his hand to a bamboo tube among the offerings, which contained pre-boiled chicken soup. The nail on his thumb swelled and scratched the tip of his index finger, and a few drops of blood dripped down.

The blood drop seemed to be covered with a faint golden light, and immediately swayed and melted into the chicken soup without any trace.

There was no trace of blood, let alone the smell of blood.

Luo Yang knew this a long time ago, and his blood seemed to have turned into a panacea.

The wound on Luoyang's index finger also healed in an instant.

All these things happened in a flash. Under the sacrificial altar, the clansmen bowed their heads under coercion, and they didn't realize that Luoyang had done "hands and feet" in the chicken soup at all.

Only Feng Yi felt as if he had been stabbed in the heart, it didn't hurt, just numb and uncomfortable.

"The orcs who accept the totem come up in line." After a while, everyone heard Luoyang's voice ringing above their heads.

Looking up again, the wise man of their family stood on it with a smile on his face, as if it wasn't him who just pushed them down to the point where they couldn't lift their heads.

Everyone has a feeling that the feeling just now is not an illusion.

However, the orcs who participated in the totem sacrifice couldn't wait to line up and go on stage.

Luoyang had already prepared very small bamboo cups, the kind that could only hold a mouthful or two of chicken soup.

"Pour a glass of this chicken soup and drink it down." Luo Yang stood aside and pointed to the chicken soup in a large bamboo tube among the offerings.

"This is bestowed upon you by the Beast God." Luo Yang saw the bewildered orc in front of him and explained with a smile.

Hearing this, the orc who was first in line immediately poured a small cup of chicken soup and drank it all in one gulp. Before he could feel any taste, a surging force spread in his body.

"Go down and find a place to sit down." Luo Yang reminded me with a good temper.

Only then did the orc come to his senses, and staggered towards the sacrificial altar.

The second orc saw such a big reaction from the previous clansman, which was very similar to the process he had seen the clansman get the totem before.

Without Luoyang's reminder, I went over excitedly and poured a cup of chicken soup, and hurried down to find a place to sit after drinking.

Try not to embarrass yourself too much, the process of awakening the totem is still a bit painful.

Luoyang saw that the people waiting behind him were so obedient, so he stood beside him obediently and became a tool man.

This was the most natural way Luoyang thought of. The people of the clan were all proud of eating the sacrifices, and believed that the sacrifices to the beast gods were blessed by the beast gods.

Then he can also use this method to deceive people, but among the sacrifices, only the tampered ones he designated can let the orcs have totems.

However, standing here and seeing the orcs so excited, Luo Yang still blushed a little guilty.

After all, what the so-called Beast God bestowed was actually his own blood, but when he thought of the power that the Beastmen had gained, Luoyang calmed down again.

Although he is not a beast god, it is true that he has brought strength to everyone, so there is nothing to be guilty of.

Looking at the simple and honest clansmen, Luoyang thought to himself, let alone his own people, and if there are people who join the tribe and want totems in the future, the threshold must be raised.

As a tool man, he can't always provide convenience for everyone. After a long time, latecomers must think about getting something for nothing.

Well, that's it, he did it to motivate his people, not to be lazy.

Luoyang felt that the future totem sacrifices would only be held at least once every three to five years. Yes, this time was reasonable.

Even if he and Feng Yi are not in the tribe in the future and go out to play, they can still come back in time.

All the clansmen who participated in the totem sacrifice had gone through all the hard work in Luoyang's mind.

In fact, there are only about a hundred people, and most of them are old orcs and orcs who were disabled and did not participate in the battle.

After all these orcs had passed through, the chicken soup was basically left, and those orcs also sat in rows around the sacrificial altar, silently enduring the pain of owning the totem.

Seeing that nothing was going on, Luoyang asked the tribe to share the sacrificial food.

At this time, Hongguo secretly rubbed over.

"Master Wise, do you still have the sacrifices that the orcs used just now?" Hong Guo said shyly.

He also wanted to be blessed by the beast god. The sacrifice specially bestowed by the beast god must be different from ordinary sacrifices.

"There's still a bottom left, do you want to drink?" Luo Yang looked at Hongguo inexplicably.

"Can you?" Hongguo looked at Luoyang expectantly.

"Try a little." Luo Yang thought for a while, and poured himself a small half cup of Hongguo. He didn't know what the suborc man would do if he drank it.

Let's try a little bit of red fruit first.