Osman sighed: "I don't know this, little man, because as long as the pagans enter the Terror Mountains, they will be killed and eaten by the followers of the Fly God. They think this is the food summoned by the Fly God for them." His tone gradually became sad.

, "And every two years, our tribe has to enshrine a boy and girl aged nine or ten. I originally thought that this was luck favoring them. These poor children have encountered good luck and can live in the sacred mountain from now on. Listen.

It is said that there is more water and food in the mountains than outside."

His tone became even more sad and angry, "But, I have only recently learned that after our children were sent away, they were just food for them and served on the table!" He punched his chest hard and saw that he was depressed.

I almost want to die.

I feel very regretful and powerless.

Lu Ming nodded slightly.

In fact, not to mention the life and death of the tributes, a small settlement with dozens of people must send out two new members every two years, which is a fatal blow. Especially in the desert, conditions are difficult, and the infant mortality rate is extremely high.

Those who are eight or nine years old are all lucky. Giving away two people every two years is equivalent to giving away one person every year, so the population must gradually decline.

"More than 20 years ago, our tribe had a population of more than a hundred people..." Osman's face was filled with sadness.

"There should be more than one settlement within the radiation range of the Terror Mountain Range..." Lu Ming pondered for a while, then raised his head and said, "I understand."

Osman could not tell anything from his face, but he had already issued an eviction order. He was worried about gain and loss, and Osman did not know how to leave the hall.
Chapter completed!