Bonfires, barbecue piles, burning stones, wooden racks for drying fish, and simple campsites.
A giant eel statue entwined together, a dark stone basin that had long been soaked in blood, bone fragments scattered around, and a slowly burning smoke stove.
A few hungry men, a few pairs of women and children with longing eyes, a few elders sharpening their blades, and a disabled native who was tied up next to him, blind in one eye, and looking numb.
This is a not uncommon scene among the aborigines in the Big Sequoia Forest—a scene in which an ordinary, small aboriginal tribe sacrifices blood food to the totem master so that they can survive.
Those hungry natives, wearing snake scales and coral products, are naturally members of the Tenglan tribe.
And the one who was tied aside and would be bled and sacrificed later was naturally a prisoner and victim of God knows which tribe.
It must be said that Wagers would be in a bad mood because of the indigenous sacrifices. He really underestimated this patrol knight. He had seen worse scenes dozens of times.
From the life-extending sacrifices of nobles to the horrific rituals of the esoteric religion...
From skinny victims to civilians whose wives and daughters have been taken away...
This kind of thing is not uncommon even in the so-called civilized world of the Empire, and it is even more ugly and disgusting because it is covered in the cloak of civilization.
Rather, it would be better to say that the indigenous people really had to eat people because they were hungry and had no food, but they had a kind of simple helplessness.
"...What are you going to do?"
Wiggs did not hide his figure. He was seen by the natives as soon as he stepped out of the forest.
These native hunters of the Tenglan Tribe looked at each other warily, and then one of the leaders stepped forward and used unskilled Imperial language to drive away this obvious visitor from the Empire: "Get out of here!"
Apart from this, these natives did not say any more harsh words.
Because they are not stupid either. The black full-body armor worn by Wiggs looks outrageous no matter how you look at it. It is simply an insurmountable iron wall for the natives who can only use leaves and hemp as armor.
——At least he is a formal knight... Even if the entire tribe joins forces, they may not be able to destroy each other.
Knowing this, these natives did not dare to say anything harsh even if they were driven away. They just reiterated: "We have an agreement... Port people, if you want to trade, go to the trading area!"
He doesn't even say 'Imperial' anymore.
Wiggs narrowed his eyes. He did not pay attention to the other party's warning, but carefully looked around the situation of the entire tribe.
A few hunters who picked up weapons, most of the prisoners retreating, a few old men holding sticks tightly...
Poverty, hunger, full of greed, but restrained by strength, a contradictory combination of timidity and bravery.
He whispered to himself: "That's not right."
The knight frowned: "That's not right!"
Ignoring the warning of the hunter, who was probably the tribal chief, Wei Gesi took a step forward and asked in a deep voice: "Are most of the Tenglan tribes as poor as you?"
"……What?"
Although he did not feel any hostility, because of Wei Gesi's serious inquiry, the oppression of the second level spread, and the chief couldn't help but take a step back. He was a little flustered and said in confusion: "Poor? We are already a minority among the coastal tribes.
A tribe that can have enough to eat!”
Although there was a bit of bragging in front of outsiders, the voice told the knight that the other party was not lying.
"wrong!"
That's why Wei Gesi whispered. He turned his head and his dark green eyes locked on the tightly tied sacrifice. He whispered: "The sacrifice can only choose disabled people... How is it possible?"
"Is this how Port Harrison treats its allies? Impossible. If this is the case, how could the Tenglan Department be willing to cooperate with them!"
Raising his hand, the knight pointed to the sacrifice: "How did he come? Is he a prisoner you captured?"
"of course not……"
Although the chief couldn't figure out why Wiggs asked these questions, he also realized that the other party did not want to take action against them, so after hesitating for a moment, he slowly said: "Because of the war, the tribe lost many warriors, many more
Disability.”
"In order to cultivate new warriors, the tribes will exchange disabled warriors as sacrifices..."
sound.
At this moment, Wiggs could hear many voices.
The voice of humiliation, the voice of unwillingness, the voice of regret after defeat.
And in desperation, he admits his defeat and is willing to surrender.
Only there was no ‘voice of joy’ as a partner of Port Harrison and a fellow victor in the war!
Immediately, the patrol knight realized something was wrong.
Unlike what he had imagined before, the Tenglan tribe did not preserve their strength. They also participated in the attack on Harrison Port two years ago and also lost many warriors!
At this time, most of the entire tribe were women, children and old people, and only a few young men could tell!
"hehe……"
At this moment, the disabled sacrifice who was originally silent started laughing.
He laughed extremely hoarsely, and his voice was as hoarse as scraping a slate. The Tenglan native who was sharpening his knife beside him became impatient and stepped forward with the knife, as if he wanted to cut off the other person's tongue.
"Let him speak."
But Wiggs stretched out his hand, and the bone fragments around the altar shook, and the invisible force stopped the native.
The sacrifice glanced at Wiggs in surprise, but he was already about to die and had no worries. He glanced at the Tenglan natives in front of him with hatred and cursed: "We should have won! It's these bastards
, the spirit has not been sent out!”
"Mountain Lord, we have already entered the city. As long as Tenglan Spirit assists us in driving away the sea beasts, Harrison Port will be breached!"
"If not, they were wrong...if not, then one shot..."
"We fought! You yourself didn't capture it!"
"It was your wrong information that injured the sea master, and you should bear the greatest responsibility!"
At this point, the Tenglan natives couldn't bear it any longer and roared angrily, slitting the sacrifice's throat, but he still smiled happily, not afraid that his own blood was gushing out.
He still glared at the others - whether they were natives or imperial people, and let out a final roar: "Betrayal... you betrayed..."
He died soon after.
Wiggs did not prevent the natives from killing each other.
Because at this moment, he completely realized the errors and shortcomings in his previous guesses!
Quietly, he had disappeared.
Arriving at another place where he could see the coast farther away, Wiggs stared at the distant sea and murmured to himself: "I made a mistake from the beginning."
"The Tenglan tribe not only called on their totem masters to drive away the sea beasts and attack Harrison Port... they even sent out their totem masters, the two Tenglan giant eels, but returned with no success!"
"Someone blocked the sea beast—even blocked the two totem masters and severely injured them!"
"Now that the Tenglan tribe has lost all its support, it has no choice but to make an agreement with Harrison Port. Therefore, although they are allies in name, they have paid a lot, but the benefits are surprisingly small!"
He had sensed the real truth...but he couldn't believe it.
The natives came out in full force, but the sea beast and the totem master were blocked for unknown reasons. The mountain master faced Viscount Grant head-on, but was finally hit by a team of city guards and a young psyker with an alchemical cannon, and retreated in embarrassment.
And the core point of it all…
"It was the mentor...it was the mentor who drove away the totem master, blocked the sea beast, and made the indigenous offensive fall short!"
He said with certainty, but Wei Gesi was not happy at all.
On the contrary, he even showed an extremely puzzled and even extremely angry expression: "But how is that possible?!"
"Fighting against the totem master at the peak of the second energy level is like fighting with his life for a mentor who has been riddled with wounds by the source of the plague!"
This is why Wiggs never thought that it was Hilliard who took the initiative to stop the two sea masters... Others may not know it clearly, but isn't he still aware of the injuries his mentor suffered back then?
That is the plague poison called "Ice Hell Tribulation Ashes" originating from the depths of the maze. It is the most evil poison that can kill ancient dragons and corrode titan beasts into a ball of rotten bones - even the evil ones in the past.
Even if the City of Destruction is poisoned, it is absolutely impossible to be immune.
It's a miracle that Hilliard is still alive today. How can he still fight such an intense battle?!
"In the entire Harrison Port... no, after His Majesty's death, there will be nothing in the entire continent of Terra that would make the mentor fight at the cost of his life!"
"unless……"
Talking to himself in a low voice, after listening to the voices of countless people, the knight of Liuyin lowered his voice.
"unless……"
His tone became a little confused, confused and jealous.
And, a trace of nostalgia.
"It's for hope."
at the same time.
Ian, who had just finished making berry stew, was at his home, going through the methods he could use now.