"The great blood-killing god is above!"
"The endless night will come, and fog and evil cover the earth. Please, the supreme master, the only god in the world, and the Lord of Blood-killing God, to give the Tatar tribe the power to spend the long night."
In front of the God-given stone tablet, Drogo sang a song loudly.
In the square, the blood warriors of the Tatar tribe clenched their hands into fists and placed them on their chests to gently tap them, while the women knelt on the ground and humbly kissed the rock floor tiles.
"The harvest celebration begins!"
After a series of sacrificial actions of Drogo, he finally announced the beginning of the harvest celebration. A burst of cheers broke out in the square, and all the Tatar tribesmen showed happy smiles on their faces.
Except for those three women who serve as sacrifices!
The harvest celebration of the Tatar tribe officially began, and the women of the tribe began to act in an orderly manner. Bonfires were lit, and the pickled prey also began to be baked on it.
Soon, the fragrant barbecue smell came out.
However, after the prey on the bonfire was roasted, the blood warriors in the tribe did not rush to enjoy it. Under Drogo's instructions, several blood warriors placed a first-baked sheep in front of the three women next to the God-given stone tablet.
This is also the tradition of the Tatar tribe!
The harvest celebration is a tribal carnival, but for the sacrifice, it is the day of death. Therefore, on this day, they can enjoy all treatment, including food belonging to the male.
The three naked women were pale and their eyes were filled with fear.
Faced with the roasted lamb, they had no appetite, and just barely ate some, and then listened with sad faces.
“What a barbaric tradition…”
In place, Enzo couldn't help but shake his head. The act of sacrifice of living people was a very normal behavior in the ancient times of the wizarding world. In the eyes of mortals, sacrifice to gods naturally showed absolute humility.
However, as the wizard civilization defeated the gods and became the ruler of the world, any way to sacrifice the gods was abolished!
In front of the God-given stone tablet, three women stopped eating.
Afterwards, the carnival of the harvest celebration officially began. The tribesmen of the Tatar tribe had a happy conversation, and the square suddenly became lively, and the lit bonfires dispelled the darkness.
"Sir Enzo, this is my roasted meat steak."
At this time, an indigenous girl wearing animal skin and wheat-colored skin came over with a portion of barbecue and knelt on the ground shyly, with a glimmer of expectation flashing in her eyes.
Enzo's heart moved.
This seems to be a tradition of the war ghost tribe. At the harvest celebration, the girl who has not been assigned to her husband in the tribe will roast meat steaks with her own hands and offer them to the male war ghosts they like.
If a male war ghost eats barbecue, it means accepting the other party.
Immediately afterwards, the two of them could leave the celebration and look for an empty stone house to have some indescribable communication inside. After that, the girl will naturally become the wife of the male war ghost.
Enzo looked at the indigenous girl in front of him.
The indigenous woman in animal skin has a petite figure and her skin is also wheat-colored, but it gives people a healthy feeling. The other person has a shy expression on her face, and her shiny eyes are full of expectations.
"Enzo, try my roasted meat!"
Suddenly, another voice sounded in his ears. Wendy, holding a barbecue, ran to Enzo quickly to kneel down, and glared at the indigenous girl next to her provocatively.
The indigenous girl frowned, but raised the tray of barbecue.
"What is this? How do women in the war tribe courting?"
Enzo's face showed a hint of strangeness, and he felt a little amused. Due to the serious imbalance in the ratio of men and women in the war ghost tribe, in this world, most women fight ghosts actively pursue their favorite males.
As for the male warrior who likes that woman, if there is no other blood warriors fighting for, you can basically be satisfied as long as you apply to the tribe leader. As for whether the selected woman is willing, it doesn't matter.
Looking at the two girls kneeling at their feet, Enzo shook his head.
He looked around and found that similar things were everywhere in this square. There were many girls without husbands in the Tatar tribe. If they didn't want to be forced to be assigned to males by the tribe, they could only take advantage of the harvest celebration and try to choose the man they like.
Among the many blood warriors in the tribe, Enzo, who showed his love, was almost the least popular among all males. There were at least three indigenous women kneeling at the feet of others. As the leader, Drogo, there were more than a dozen indigenous girls around him, all of whom were about the same age as his daughter.
The War Ghost Clan worships the strong, both men and women.
Enzo hesitated for a moment, reached out to Wendy's tray, pinched a piece of barbecue and put it into his mouth. The sweet-looking girl suddenly had a bright smile on her face, and a hint of shyness flashed in her eyes.
Next to her, another indigenous woman looked disappointed, but then she recovered and turned around and left neatly. The reason why she chose Enzo at the harvest celebration was not that she had too much affection for Enzo, mainly because she knew that Enzo, who had just joined the Tatar tribe, did not have a wife to serve her. If she could become the other party's first wife, she might be given more attention.
"...Enzo, are we going there?"
Wendy was still kneeling on the ground, holding a barbecue tray in her hands. Under the light of the bonfire, her face turned red, biting her lips lightly, and staring at the stone house not far away.
According to the tradition of the war ghost tribe, the male who tastes the barbecue sent by a girl means accepting the other party as his wife.
A smile appeared on Enzo's face and reached out to pull up Wendy, who was kneeling.
The other party snuggled in Enzo's arms like a kitten, and was about to walk towards the stone house not far away, but a tall figure suddenly appeared and blocked the two of them.
"Batur?" Enzo raised his eyebrows.
The figure blocking the way between the two was Batuer, who had just become a blood warrior. He put his hands in his chest, showed a malicious smile on his face, and glanced at Enzo and Wendy with a cold look.
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Batuer raised his head and said with a provocative look on his face, "I heard that you performed well in this year's harvest hunting and became a blood warrior?"
"How is it? Do you dare to compete with me!"
When the Bral gray wolf pack attacked the tribe, Batull was hypnotized by witchcraft, but Enzo kept fighting and defeated the pack with other blood warriors in the tribe.
Because of this incident, Enzo was accepted by the Tatar tribe, but Batuur became a shame for the tribe and was even punished.
For Batuer, this incident was even more uncomfortable than death.
So, he did not participate in the harvest celebration and practiced desperately next to the God-given stone tablet, and finally became a blood warrior. In order to cleanse his former shame, he couldn't wait to find Enzo.
"You want to fight me?" Enzo raised his eyebrows.
"That's right! A battle between blood warriors!" Batuer deliberately raised his voice a point, attracting the attention of everyone in the square.
Not far away, Drogo frowned slightly.
"Batur, what are you doing?" He frowned and walked over.
"Uncle Drogo, please allow me to fight Enzo!" Batuer's face was serious and said in a deep voice, "Let the great blood-killing god witness, Batuer is also a warrior of the Tatar tribe, so as to wash away my former shame."
"Fight with blood! Never die!"
With Batu's high shout, the square was quiet, and the blood warriors in the tribe whispered, as if surprised by Batu's behavior.
"Fight with blood?" Enzo narrowed his eyes.
When the battle between the blood warriors was given the name of the God of Blood Killing, the nature seemed to have changed, especially at the harvest celebration.
The War Ghost Tribe advocates force, and males fight almost all their lives.
The blood-killing god they believed in also admired the warriors who dared to fight. Therefore, in the harvest celebrations and sacrifices, some large tribes, in addition to offering living women as sacrifices, also let the blood warriors fight bloodily.
Use battles to please the God of Blood-killing!
The Tatar tribe has not held a blood fight sacrifice for decades. Although this method can win the joy of the God of Blood Killing, after a battle, the tribe will definitely lose a blood warrior, which is undoubtedly a loss.
"Batur, don't mess around!" Drogo scolded coldly.
Although the blood fighting sacrifice is also a tradition of fighting ghost tribes, this behavior generally only occurs in large tribes, because powerful tribes have many blood warriors, and it doesn't matter if they die a few.
But the Tatar tribe is different.
Since being attacked by the Gosso tribe three years ago, the Tatar tribe has become weak. After this year's harvest and hunting, the number of blood warriors in the tribe has been reduced to less than 100 people.
Under this situation, every blood warrior becomes extremely precious.
Drogo naturally refused to hold a blood fight sacrifice, allowing the blood warriors in the tribe to kill each other. Even in this way, it would be easier to please the blood-killing god.
"Uncle Drogo, I'm not making any noise!"
Batur shook his head stubbornly and said in a deep voice, "Blood fighting sacrifice has always been the tradition of our wars with ghost tribes. According to the rules of the Tatar tribe, even as the leader, you have no right to stop it."
"Unless this inferior species dare not fight me with blood!"
"But if that happens, this inferior person must give up Wendy and make her my wife!"
As he said that, Batuer looked at Enzo provocatively.
Drogo's face turned gloomy, and Batu's words made him very dissatisfied, but the other party's behavior was indeed a tradition of fighting ghosts. Even as the leader, he had no right to forcefully stop it.
The blood-fighting sacrifice was held at the harvest celebration to please the blood-killing god.
This behavior has always been regarded as a kind of honor in the War Ghost Tribe. Unless one party refuses, no one can object.
"How is it? Awesome!"
Batuer condescends and grins, "If you are afraid, I can't make things difficult for you, but you must hand over Wendy to me!"
Enzo looked at Batu's eyes blankly, as if he was mentally retarded.
Even the Red Warrior is not a guy. If you are in the wizard world, Enzo can kill the other party with just one look. Even now, Enzo's strength has not been fully restored, killing him is as easy as crushing a bug.
"Okay, I'll accept your challenge."
After a while, Enzo sighed quietly. After leaving a nightmare mark on Batur, he was no longer willing to pay attention to the other party, but now that this guy is seeking death, Enzo doesn't mind helping him.
"Okay! I hope you don't regret it!" A trace of ferociousness appeared on Batuer's face.
For him, the blood fight at the harvest celebration is his own chance to wash away shame. Only by using blood and death can he win the respect of the tribe again, and even untie the knot for himself to become a red warrior in the future.
Next to him, Drogo frowned slightly and sighed helplessly.
Although the blood fight sacrifice is a tradition of fighting ghosts, it has not been held in the Tatar Tribe for many years. No matter what the outcome of this battle is, the Tatar Tribe will lose a blood warrior.
As the leader, Drogo naturally did not want to see such a scene.
However, after Batuer launched the bloody battle challenge and Enzo chose to accept it, the battle may have been watched by the God of Blood Killing, so there is no change at all.
So Batur and Enzo came to the center of the square.
The two stood in front of the God-given stone tablet. Under the gaze of all the tribes of the Tatar tribe, the leader Drogo announced the beginning of the bloody battle.
"The only thing that can be done with shame can be washed away by blood!"
As the blood fight began, Batur roared, and his tall body emitted blood-red energy, charging like a wild beast.
Bang!
Neither of the two men who fought blood did not use weapons. Batuer went down the mountain like a tiger, jumping into the air with both legs and claws, and then fell down with his hands, but Enzo dodged sideways and smashed hard to the ground.
A deep pit crack appeared on the ground paved with stone slabs.
In place, Enzo frowned slightly, but his eyes did not look at Batur not far away, but looked at the God-given stone tablet ahead, with a thoughtful expression on his face.
"This breath... the God of Blood-killing?" Enzo murmured in his heart.
Just a few minutes ago, after Drogo announced the start of the blood fight, Enzo suddenly felt a breath and descended on the God-given Stone Monument, which was very similar to the situation when the Pramo tribe was invaded by evil people.
"The blood-fighting sacrifice of the War Ghost Clan is to please the blood-killing god."
Enzo's eyes flashed and he thought, "It seems that after Batu's blood fight challenge, the blood-killing god had noticed the Tatar tribe, so he deliberately lowered a divine thought to watch the battle."
The Harvest Celebration is the grandest traditional festival of the Ghost War Clan.
The main significance of this festival is to worship the God of Blood Killing. Therefore, during the harvest celebration, the War Ghost Tribe is particularly likely to be paid attention to by the God of Blood Killing.
However, in this world, there are thousands of war ghost tribes.
However, there is only one God of Blood-killing. He cannot pay attention to all tribes. Therefore, only tribes that have special circumstances will receive the attention of the God of Blood-killing. As for the way he pays attention, it is the god-given stone tablet of each tribe.
Chapter completed!