"The endless night will eventually come, and fog and evil will cover the earth. Please ask the supreme ruler, the only god in the world, the God of Blood Killing, to give the Tatar tribe the strength to survive the long night."
In front of the god-given stone monument, Drogo sang a song loudly.
In the square, the blood warriors of the Tatar tribe clenched their hands into fists, put them on their chests and tapped them lightly, while the women knelt on the ground, humbly kissing the rock tiles.
"The harvest celebration begins!"
Following Drogo's series of sacrificial actions, he finally announced the start of the harvest celebration. A burst of cheers erupted in the square, and all the Tatar tribe members showed happy smiles on their faces.
Except for those three women as sacrifices!
The Tatar tribe's harvest celebration officially began, and the women of the tribe began to move in an orderly manner. Bonfires were lit, and pickled prey began to be grilled on them.
After a while, the fragrant smell of barbecue came out.
However, after the prey was roasted on the campfire, the blood warriors in the tribe were not in a hurry to enjoy it. Under Drogo's instructions, several blood warriors placed a whole lamb that had been roasted first and placed it next to the god-given stone monument.
In front of three women.
This is also the tradition of the Tatar tribe!
The harvest celebration is a carnival festival for the tribe, but for the sacrifices, it is the day of death. Therefore, on this day, they can enjoy all the benefits, including food belonging to males.
The faces of the three naked women were pale, with a hint of fear in their eyes.
Facing the roasted mutton, they had no appetite. They just ate some reluctantly, and then listened to it with sad faces.
"What a barbaric tradition..."
On the spot, Enzo couldn't help but shook his head. The act of human sacrifice was a very normal behavior in the ancient times of the wizarding world. In the eyes of mortals, offering sacrifices to gods naturally showed absolute humility.
However, as the wizard civilization defeated the gods and became the ruler of the world, any method of worshiping the gods was abolished!
In front of the god-given stone monument, the three female sacrifices stopped eating.
Afterwards, the carnival of the harvest celebration officially began. The Tatar tribesmen chatted happily, and the square suddenly became lively. Groups of bonfires were lit to disperse the darkness.
"Sir Enzo, this is the steak I grilled."
At this time, an indigenous girl with wheat-colored skin, wearing animal skins, walked over with a piece of barbecue, and knelt on the ground shyly, with a glimmer of expectation in her eyes.
Enzo's heart moved.
This seems to be a tradition of the War Ghost tribe. During the harvest celebration, girls in the tribe who have not been assigned a husband will grill steaks with their own hands and offer them to the male War Ghost of their choice.
If the male war ghost eats the roasted meat, it means that he accepts the other person.
Immediately afterwards, the two can leave the celebration, find an empty stone house, and have some indescribable exchanges 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 wearing animal skin is petite and her skin is wheat-colored, but she gives off a healthy feeling. She has a shy expression on her face, but her bright eyes are full of expectation.
"Enzo, try my grilled meat!"
Suddenly, another voice sounded in her ears. Wendy carried a piece of barbecue, quickly ran to Enzo and knelt down, and glared at the indigenous girl next to her provocatively.
The indigenous girl frowned, but raised the tray of barbecue.
"What is this? The courtship method of women from the Zhangui tribe?"
A strange look appeared on Enzo's face, and he felt a little dumbfounded in his heart. Due to the serious imbalance in the male-to-female ratio of the War Ghost clan, in this world, most of the female War Ghosts take the initiative to pursue the male they like.
As for the female that the male war ghost likes, as long as there are no other blood warriors competing for it, he can basically get it satisfied by applying to the tribal leader. As for whether the selected female is willing, it doesn't matter.
Looking at the two girls kneeling at his feet, Enzo shook his head.
He looked around and found that similar things were happening everywhere in the square. There were many young girls in the Tatar tribe who did not have husbands. If they did not want to be forcibly assigned to males by the tribe, they could only take advantage of the harvest celebration to fight for it.
Choose the man you like.
Among the many blood warriors in the tribe, Enzo, who only showed love to two girls, was almost the most unpopular among all the males. There were at least three indigenous women kneeling at the feet of the others, and as the leader, Drogo,
There were even more than a dozen indigenous girls surrounding him, all about the same age as his daughter.
The War Ghost tribe worships the strong, regardless of whether they are men or women.
Enzo hesitated, then reached out and picked up a piece of barbecue from Wendy's tray and put it into his mouth. A bright smile suddenly appeared on the face of the sweet-looking girl, with a hint of shyness flashing in her eyes.
Next to her, another indigenous woman looked disappointed, but then recovered and turned around to leave. The reason why she chose Enzo at the harvest celebration was not because she had too much affection for Enzo, but mainly because she knew that she had just joined the Tatar tribe.
Enzo does not have a wife to serve him. If he can become his first wife, he may be able to get more attention.
"...Enzo, are we going there?"
Wendy was still kneeling on the ground, holding the barbecue tray in both hands. Under the light of the campfire, her face turned red, she bit her lips lightly, and looked at the stone house not far away.
According to the tradition of the Zhangui clan, the male who tastes the barbecue sent by the girl means that he accepts the other party as his wife.
A smile appeared on Enzo's face, and he reached out to pull up the kneeling Wendy.
The other party snuggled into Enzo's arms like a kitten and was about to walk towards the stone house not far away when a tall figure suddenly appeared and blocked the two of them.
"Batur?" Enzo raised his eyebrows.
The figure blocking their path was none other than Batur, who had just become the Blood Warrior. He put his hands on his chest, with a malicious smile on his face, and glanced at Enzo and Wendy with cold eyes.
"Hey! Bad breed!"
Batur raised his head and said provocatively, "I heard that you performed well in this year's harvest hunt and became a blood warrior?"
"How about it? Do you dare to compete with me?"
When the gray wolves in Brar attacked the tribe, Batur was hypnotized by witchcraft and fell into a coma, but Enzo kept fighting and repelled the wolves with other blood warriors in the tribe.
Because of this incident, Enzo was accepted by the Tatar tribe, but Batur became a shame to the tribe and was even punished.
For Batur, this incident was simply worse than death.
So, without participating in the harvest celebration, he practiced hard beside the god-given stone monument and finally became a blood warrior. In order to wash away the shame of the past, he couldn't wait to find Enzo.
"You want to fight with me?" Enzo raised his eyebrows.
"That's right! A battle between blood warriors!" Batur deliberately raised his voice to attract 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 have a battle with Enzo!" Batur said with a serious face, "Let the great blood-killing god witness that Batur is also a warrior of the Tatar tribe, so as to cleanse me.
The shame of the past.”
"Fight with blood! Fight to the death!"
Following Batur's high-pitched shouts, the square fell silent, and the blood warriors in the tribe whispered, seemingly surprised by Batur's behavior.
"Fight with blood?" Enzo narrowed his eyes.
When the battle between blood warriors is named as the blood-killing god, the nature seems to change, especially during harvest celebrations.
The Zhangui tribe advocates force, and males spend almost their entire lives fighting.
The blood-killing god they believe in also appreciates warriors who dare to fight. Therefore, during harvest celebrations and sacrifices, some large tribes, in addition to offering living women as sacrifices, will also let blood warriors engage in bloody battles.
Use fighting to please the blood-killing god!
The Tatar tribe has not held a blood sacrifice ceremony for decades. Although this method can win the joy of the blood-killing god, after a battle, the tribe will definitely lose a blood warrior, which is undoubtedly a loss.
"Batur, don't be ridiculous!" Drogo scolded him coldly.
Although blood sacrifice is also a tradition of the Ghost Clan, this behavior usually only occurs in large tribes, because powerful tribes have many blood warriors, and it doesn't matter even if a few die.
But the Tatar tribe is different.
Since being conquered by the Gaussian tribe three years ago, the Tatar tribe has been declining. After this year's harvest harvest, the number of blood warriors in the tribe has dropped to less than a hundred.
In this situation, every blood warrior becomes extremely precious.
Drogo is naturally unwilling to hold blood sacrifices and let the blood warriors in the tribe kill each other, even though this method is easier to please the blood-killing god.
"Uncle Drogo, I'm not messing around!"
Batur shook his head stubbornly and said in a deep voice, "The blood sacrifice has always been the tradition of our ghost clan. According to the rules of the Tatar tribe, even you, as the leader, have no power to stop it."
"Unless this bastard doesn't dare to fight with me!"
"However, if that happens, this bastard must give up Wendy and let her become my wife!"
As he spoke, Batur looked at Enzo provocatively.
Drogo's face darkened. He was very dissatisfied with Batur's words, but the other party's behavior was indeed the tradition of the war ghost clan. Even as the leader, he had no right to stop it.
Blood sacrifices were performed at harvest celebrations to please the blood-killing god.
This kind of behavior has always been regarded as an honor among the Zhangui tribe. Unless one party refuses, no one can object.
"How's it going? Bad breed!"
Batur was condescending and said with a ferocious smile, "If you are afraid, I won't make things difficult for you, but you must give Wendy to me!"
Enzo's face was expressionless, and he looked at Batur as if he was looking at a mentally retarded person.
A guy who is not even a red-striped warrior, if in the wizarding world, Enzo could instantly kill the opponent with just one look. Even now, Enzo's strength has not fully recovered, but killing him is as easy as crushing an insect.
"Okay, I accept your challenge."
After a while, Enzo sighed quietly. After leaving the nightmare mark on Batur, he was no longer willing to pay attention to him, but now that this guy is seeking his own death, Enzo doesn't mind helping him.
"Okay! I hope you won't regret it!" A hint of ferocity appeared on Batur's face.
For him, the bloody battle at the harvest celebration is an opportunity to wash away his shame. Only with blood and death can he regain the respect of the tribe and even untie his knot in becoming a red-striped warrior in the future.
Beside him, Drogo frowned slightly and sighed helplessly.
Although the blood sacrifice ceremony is a tradition of the War Ghost Clan, it has not been held in the Tatar tribe for many years. No matter what the outcome of this battle, the Tatar tribe will lose a blood warrior.
As the leader, Drogo naturally did not want to see such a scene.
However, after Batur issued a blood fight challenge and Enzo chose to accept it, this battle may have been watched by the blood-killing god, so there is no possibility of any changes.
So, Batur and Enzo came to the center of the square.
The two stood in front of the god-given stone monument. Under the gaze of all the Tatar tribe members, the leader Drogo announced the start of the bloody battle.
"Only blood can wash away shame!"
As the bloody fight began, Batur roared, blood-red energy emitting from his tall body, and he charged like a wild beast.
Bang!
Neither of the two people in the bloody fight used weapons. Batur was like a tiger descending the mountain, leaping into the air with his legs, and then his hands fell into claws, but Enzo dodged sideways and hit the ground hard.
There were deep pits and cracks on the ground paved with stone slabs.
On the same spot, Enzo frowned slightly, but his eyes did not look at Batur, who was not far away, but looked at the god-given stone tablet in front, with a thoughtful expression on his face.
"This breath...is it the blood-killing god?" Enzo murmured in his heart.
Just a few minutes ago, after Drogo announced the start of the bloody battle, Enzo suddenly felt a breath coming to the god-given stone tablet, which was very similar to the situation when the Pramo tribe was invaded by evil aliens.
"The blood-fighting sacrifice of the war ghost tribe is to please the blood-killing god."
Enzo's eyes flashed and he thought, "It seems that after Batur launched the blood fight challenge, the blood-killing god had already noticed the Tatar tribe, so he specially sent down a divine will to watch the battle."
The harvest celebration is the most grand traditional festival of the Zhangui tribe.
The main significance of this festival is to worship the blood-killing god. Therefore, during the harvest celebration, the possibility of the War Ghost tribe receiving the attention of the blood-killing god is extremely high.
However, in this world, there are tens of thousands of war ghost tribes.
But there is only one Blood-killing God, and it is impossible for him to pay attention to all tribes. Therefore, only tribes with special circumstances will receive the Blood-killing God's attention. As for the way he pays attention, it is the god-given stone tablet for each tribe.
The god-given stone tablets that protect the Zhangui tribe are the media through which the blood-killing god communicates with the world, and they are also his means of monitoring everything.
