Chapter 6 Iron ore (Part 2)

Spring of the eighth year of the Shengyuan period

On a wooden platform with countless skeletons in a certain mountain, an indigenous old man wearing a skin skirt and holding a wooden stick seemed to be a priest, dancing strange dances on the stage, and under the stage were two hundred indigenous warriors holding sticks and spears.

But further afield, there was a group of younger soldiers, with more than one hundred people, most of whom were holding sticks and spears, but they were all wearing linen clothes, which looked very clean. The few people at the core were even holding iron tools, and a young native in the middle even wore Anne Rubuetta's low-level priest robe.

A little further away is the children and women who are at a loss, and a little further away is the elderly in the tribe who keep sighing.

The sun slowly reached the afternoon, and the dance of the sacrifice above still did not receive any induction. The sacrifice above was covered with large beads of sweat, and the blood of the cattle and sheep sacrificed by the blood was almost dry.

"Kata sacrifice, why, your God hasn't responded yet? Keep jumping, maybe your God is sleeping? I didn't hear your prayers for a while!" said the native pastor provocatively.

"This damn Shamu!" The eyes of the Kada priest on the stage suddenly sank. For more than four years, suddenly, on this land, summoning ancestor spirits and natural spirits had lost their effect. Therefore, people in the clan felt that the priests had no power to heal and protect the tribe. Although they had traditional power, people's hearts gradually became different.

Over the past few years, the hateful outsider has been constantly exchanging rich bread, salt, pottery and linen, causing almost all tribes to unconsciously rely on those foreign tribes. The foreign tribes' strategy is actually very simple, which is temptation and differentiation, but all tribes have unconsciously fought against each other for food and land.

This trend is understood by the priests of all races who have knowledge and wisdom, but at this critical moment, they gradually lose control, prestige and tradition within the race. If they lose their strength, they will eventually collapse.

And this Shamu is the youngest son of the patriarch, which accelerated the collapse process. He is usually very brave and is known as a warrior in the clan. He is worshipped by many young people. When he went to trade last year, it is said that he was inspired by the foreign gods and stayed there for half a year. Now he is back. He has begun to frequently display his divine power and heal the tribe, which is very confusing to most people, especially young people.

If in the past, when the sacrifice had power, even if Shamu was the son of the clan leader, even if he had some power, he would not be able to fight against the sacrifice with traditional support. However, now the sacrifice had lost its power and the hearts of the tribe were fluctuating. Therefore, the struggle that could have been easily erased has now become a battle to invite gods.

However, the ancestor spirits and natural spirits that were not even able to summon the most abundant blood sacrifice now. Thinking of this, he couldn't help but feel despair. After despair, he couldn't help but smile.

"Bring Anna up."

A girl was brought up, and this was his granddaughter. Suddenly, the people below were noisy. It was obvious that everyone knew what this was. This was a human sacrifice. If it was a virgin human sacrifice, it was the most powerful and could attract countless spirits to compete.

Especially the young people around Shamu looked at him uneasy. They all knew that Anna and Shamu were a couple of lovers. The Kada priest chose his granddaughter as the object of the human sacrifice, and his intentions were even more sinister.

First of all, because of the blood connection, the blood sacrifice can gain the greatest strength. Secondly, it means threatening him. If you don’t want to lose your lover, you should admit defeat. Again, even if you fail, you will lose Anna forever.

The natives were not benzene, what they lacked was knowledge. Shamu immediately understood these intentions. He stared at the girl on the altar. He saw a look of begging rather than fear. Anna begged to make him lose his way, rather than fearing death. In the indigenous tradition, the blood sacrificers could obtain the protection of the great spirits and thus became part of the earth from then on.

But Shamu knew that he had no way out. Perhaps Anna thought there was room for ease in such a battle to invite gods, but according to tradition, the defeated side had only a dead end, and even his father's status as the head of the clan cannot be guaranteed. If he wins, his family can completely control the power of the clan.

Secondly, although the reason why he defected to the foreign gods was largely because of the inspiration of the gods, it was more because he saw the terrifying power of the foreign tribes, whether it was the guards of the castle, the steel weapons, the magic power, the healing power, all kinds of sacred and incredible powers, all of which made him very awe and fearful - such power, although there are not many foreign tribes now, what will happen in the future? Will his own tribe perish in the future?

A feeling of loving the clan burned him. He felt that he had the responsibility and obligation to save his clan. It was this feeling of loving the clan that made him resolutely defect to the gods of the foreign clan, learn their knowledge and power, and change his own clan. For this goal, he could go through fire and water. In the past six months after returning to the clan, he had gathered a group of young people who followed him. He firmly believed that he had mastered the future of the clan, which was an unprecedented change within the clan!

He died, and there were later generations!

Thinking of this, his eyes became cold. For the revival of the clan, sacrifice and killing were inevitable, and change would cause bloodshed and sacrifice - this sentence his mentor told him came from his mind.

Seeing Shamu remained indifferent, Anna's eyes were sad, while Kada's priest was extremely hideous. He picked up the knife with his own hands and reached in front of his granddaughter's neck.

Anna trembled all over and closed her eyes.

After seeing that she had kneeled in the designated position and position according to the requirements of the Blood Sacrifice, he carefully placed the blade on the right side of her slender and graceful neck, where the carotid artery was still working hard, transporting a large amount of blood.

The knife slashed, and suddenly, the carotid artery ruptured and blood splattered out. At this moment, her body trembled, and in the audience, Shamu also trembled, and his body stiffened. At this time, if he called to stop and used the power of God to heal, it would be too late, but he still held it back.

He thought so for the whole clan.

After a few seconds, Anna's beautiful eyes were already very wide. On the stage, the Kada priest glanced at Shamu, whose face was gloomy, and knew that things could not be saved, and only to die. Therefore, his knife added another force, and suddenly, the splashed blood turned into a spring water. Anna's body spasmed violently, which was the instinctive struggle before death. After a few seconds, her eyes magnified unconsciously - she was dead.

All the natives were silent.

"All the spirits that have heard, come here to enjoy the blood sacrifice of the descendants!" The priest Kada shouted, and he danced fiercely on the stage, begging for the arrival of the great spirit.

But more than ten minutes passed, and no trace of the statue or totem on the stage was moving, and the people below couldn't help but whisper.

"Why, can't you please? Then witness the power of my god!" As he said that, Shamu tried hard to activate the magic weapon given to him by his mentor. Suddenly, a loud bang was heard, and a lightning flash fell from the sky and landed on the Kada Saint on the stage. Kada Saint suddenly fell all over the stage, and then another flame descended and exploded on the stage. The flame exploded like the sun, and the dazzling light filled the entire field in an instant.

"Kill, kill all those who do not believe in God and dare to disobey, especially kill all the Kada family for me." Taking advantage of this opportunity, Shamu shouted loudly, and immediately, the young people who were already prepared, were full of ideals for the future of the tribe, and they all picked up their knives and killed their brothers and even sisters.

He looked at the killing on the ground and floated in the air. Annien, who appeared in light, focused his attention on the earth and the sky. He had already grabbed a spirit full of cold air and almost turned into a physical body. Although it was not a holy soul, it was almost close. Although this spirit had no expression, it felt like it showed an extremely painful expression. It struggled desperately, but Annien just sneered, and then the flame on his palm increased. The spirit suddenly screamed sharply, and then it only turned into a ball of unconscious spiritual matter.

"Is it the remnant of this space? It's so lurking, but why can't you stand the temptation of blood? Or is it a fight for the descendants?" Annien said teasingly.

The space is quiet, and no spirit dares to answer God's words.

The soul of death instinctively began to turn to this land, but at this time, the divine white light burst out from Anion's hand, and the white light fell from the sky. Suddenly, all his believers below increased their strength and their wounds healed.

"It's a miracle!" These indigenous believers were even more excited to massacre their tribe members - all of them were heresy who did not believe in God!

But the idea of ​​this white light was not for them, but for the slaughtered souls below. Many souls were forced to be brought by such power. If they had the brilliance of Annen, they could receive preferential treatment no matter how many souls were. However, those souls that had no glory at all, only the fate of raw materials awaiting them - they would completely die and turn into holy liquid.

The battle below ended soon, and as a reward, Annien obtained more than 200 souls. It was very good. It was worth it today. Annien smiled on his face - there was nothing he had to do with him below, and he returned to the Interior Hall to manage it.

In spring, when he came to this place called foreigners, Shamu looked at the green fields and the busy people greedily. Such a scenery was indeed hopeful for him. He felt that only when his ethnic group got rid of the situation of half hunting and half farming and transformed into the current situation, can there be hope.

In the past fifteen days, a series of things made him overwhelmed and exhausted, but after he basically stabilized the order within the clan, he rushed over to get the reward he deserved.

Although he still had many worries in advance and did not know whether the promise was effective or not, when he saw a built warehouse where he had stored a whole bag of wheat flour and salt, and even a large amount of salted fish, he felt that everything was rewarded.

"Mr. Shamu, for your achievements, the Archbishop will give you a generous reward. There is no problem with the plain you looked at last. As long as you believe in God and make your people believe in God, then this land and this house will be yours." Lord Ankava said.

The place he refers to is a large area of ​​continuous wooden houses, and the land has been reclaimed halfway.

"But, my family must be split?"

"Yes, every hundred households are one village, so your tribe must be divided into at least four villages, but don't worry, these four villages are under your jurisdiction, and the Archbishop appointed you as the jazz and the administrator of these four villages." Although he disagreed with such a decision, Lord Ankava still said with a smile on his face: "In this way, splitting up will not harm you, and you can even occupy more land."

Lord Ankava's words made Shamu's heart beat, because he immediately realized that if all this was true, it was indeed what he needed. He glanced around and agreed very satisfiedly.

Shamu was naturally not surprised by the land and houses in his hometown. He readily agreed to exchange and handed over the land to foreigners. In his opinion, the mountains had little value except for more wild animals and could not grow anything.

After all this group of people moved, the people from the Interior Hall had begun to gather in that mountainous area, and had found a suitable location and began to build it busy.

"I am very satisfied with this business. How do those natives know that there are precious iron ore below? The weapons of the whole island must come out from here, but if those natives know, will they go back on their word?" Lord Ankava said worriedly.

"Lord, you don't have to worry about this at all, because this exchange was originally voluntary, and Shamu had killed a large number of his relatives to take control of the power within the clan. If he regretted and lost our support, he would immediately be the focus of hatred within the clan. He had only one way out, so he would definitely have to obey us and support us. At most, when we sell them iron tools, it would be enough to give preferential treatment." said a manager below.
Chapter completed!