In this way, the demihuman tribes managed to survive amid the internal constraints of the human empire.
In the extreme climate of the northern blood rocks, many of them froze to death and many also starved to death.
However, with the tenacity in their bones and the desire to return to their ancestral homeland, they have still multiplied to this day, and formed tribal alliances during the war years to fight against the bloody massacres and greedy plunder of humans.
Nowadays, the demi-human race, which has reproduced for countless generations, has become the master of this wasteland. Human beings can no longer go deep into its territory to kill wantonly, so they have accepted their existence naturally.
Time can make people forget many things, and wealth can make people ignore any danger.
As time went by, humans forgot about this war, and also remembered the teeth, furs and unique crystals of precious birds and beasts in the Northern Blood Rock. These goods were worthless in the demihuman tribe, but were in short supply in the human world.
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Some profit-seeking human businessmen risked the fate of being skinned alive and tried to reach a trade deal with the demihumans in the face of huge profits.
The process is bloody.
In the beginning, countless speculative businessmen, farmers who were too poor to take the blame, and forced thieves and robbers brought some special products of humans in an attempt to exchange for the supplies of the demihumans. They all received the same treatment, and the demihumans regarded them as their ancestors.
The glory of the Altar of Spirits - being skinned alive and sacrificed by demihumans with full hatred.
Slowly, the first person succeeded.
In a year when blizzards raged throughout the winter, and many people in the demihuman tribe starved to death, a human caravan exchanged food for Warcraft furs, teeth and unique crystals.
After returning to the Human Empire, this caravan became rich overnight.
Those caravan guards who used to lick blood with their blades and live in danger have become rich people with a large amount of land and a large number of slaves. They can spend the rest of their lives in peace and prosperity, and bequeath their descendants to their descendants.
The leader of the caravan also donated a lord and built a small castle, making the family a member of the nobility.
There is always no shortage of legendary stories to be told.
When countless bards sang this story in countless taverns in order to make a living, countless people's eyes were reddened by the huge wealth and status so easily obtained, and they all intentionally or unintentionally ignored the warning of blood, called friends, and chatted with each other.
Gangs of people rushed towards the blood rock in the north with food.
A few people are lucky, and they all get the wealth in the story as they wish.
But the fate of many more people is tragic.
Their skins were abandoned in the wilderness and became delicacies for insects and nutrients for the forest; their flesh and blood were pickled in the wind and snow on the altar for several months, and were eaten by snow crows, a kind of white bird that lives in the blood rocks of the north.
Crows, the messengers of ancestral spirits in the eyes of the demihumans, were peeled clean bit by bit; even the bones eventually became the beasts raised by the demihumans, chewed them up, entered the stomach, and then became excrement.
Success is gratifying and publicized; failure is worthless and no one mentions it.
Slowly, even the demihuman tribe became numb to the courage and madness of human beings who risked their lives for wealth.
They are also busy with sowing crops, teaching future generations hunting and fighting skills, etc., and do not have so much time to comfort their ancestors on the altar.
Therefore, stimulated by wealth, humans used their blood to pave the way for trade with the demihumans.
It was precisely with the foundation of trade that a family with a fiefdom on the edge of the Blood Rock in the north could rise.
And this epic tribute to the death of human demigods and the collapse of the empire also slowly begins with the struggle of this family.