The dividing line between gods and demons, the Wells Empire section, and the area where tribes gather in villages.
Amidst the rapid breathing, a thin and naked figure ran wildly, stepping over sharp rocks and crossing waist-high weeds covered with hard thorns. Although he was sweating like rain, he did not dare to stop for a moment. Occasionally, there was a bright red streak.
Drops of liquid were thrown out from the bloody bare feet, which not only stained the grass blades, but also left a faint fishy smell in the air and dispersed in the wind.
After a while, the faint smell of blood spread into the distance. The two mutated hellhounds, which had lost their target, started to stir, let out several dull roars in their throats, and chased after the smell. The owner of the hellhounds gave an order.
Below, more than a dozen costumed warriors were driving powerful horses, following the hellhound at a distance.
No matter how fast the running figure was, it couldn't be faster than the mutant monsters that were chasing after him. Soon, the thin runner was forced under a ridge. Two hellhounds let out a low roar and approached him from the left and the right.
, sticky saliva was constantly dripping down from the raised teeth exposed outside the lips.
The runaway leaned against the ridge, his whole body trembling, and his hands were groping on the ridge unconsciously. When he saw the group of noble warriors arriving, his eyes were filled with despair.
"It's a sentry. Their village must be nearby. Boys, that's a village with thousands of people." The owner of the Cerberus spoke excitedly, while opening the map in his hand, "It looks like there won't be another one."
More than two miles away, send a message to other teams that we have arrived and everyone can disperse and hunt."
"Mr. Viscount." A young warrior wearing silver armor asked, "Who will own this first prey?"
"Sir, it's your first time to participate in hunting. Let me tell you the rules." The nobleman, whom the warriors called Viscount, put down the map and replied proudly, "Generally speaking, whoever catches the prey gets the reward."
Who, therefore, this prey should be my Cerberus. Darlings, enjoy the feast you have been looking forward to for a year!"
The moment the Cerberus pounced on him, the Runner's fingers dug deeply into the soil of the ridge, followed by a long period of twitching...
The scene of the monster eating was filled with blood. Two young warriors vomited on the spot. The other warriors who were participating in the hunt for the first time fled, causing the viscount and others to laugh.
"Lord Viscount! We have found the village, and the other teams have all lined up their positions." A knight dressed as a servant ran from a distance and shouted loudly, "The hunting horn is about to sound!"
"In this case, let's get into the starting position!" The Viscount asked for the location and turned to the warriors he led, "Everyone, cheer up, this is the annual hunting season, we must grab the most prey.
, win glory for our family! Check your equipment now, if you are accidentally bitten by the prey, you will be laughed at!"
"Okay! Come with me!" Seeing that everyone was ready, the viscount raised his long sword and rushed out first. The other knights followed closely behind with their weapons raised, and the group quickly climbed over the hill in front of them.
Qiu, came to a wilderness about ten miles in radius. Without a map marked in advance, it would be difficult for them to find this basin surrounded by mountains. About half a year ago, in this seemingly empty wilderness, someone found
Found this village.
At the edge of the wilderness, dazzling noble flags were flying everywhere. This hunting team, including nobles and servants, numbered about 4,000 people. It was the largest hunting team organized by the Wells Empire. Later, a loud horn sounded.
The sound sounded, and the trumpet echoed in every corner of the field. The horse teams in all directions cheered and rushed towards the center of the field.
Like soldiers charging into battle, the riders on horseback rushed forward waving their weapons. The servants and warriors who accompanied them whistled and rode to guard the master. When they were close enough to see the village, the servants handed the master a hand.
Load the bow and arrow, then use the torch to light the rocket in the master's hand, and then watch the master shoot the arrow with extreme envy.
The hunting team was so close that the villages deep in the wilderness could no longer be hidden, and intermittent dull drums sounded.
"There is the sound of drums! Do these prey still want to resist?" A nobleman next to the Viscount said to him: "Mr. Viscount, when hunting in a village of this size, our young people are not in danger, right? Their bodies are all
Very noble.”
"Don't worry! My Earl, this is the fifteenth time that I have led a team to hunt. No matter how fiercely the prey resists, they are still just prey and will never pose any threat to the noble nobles." The Viscount chuckled.
With a smile, "Even if our young men are inexperienced, those outstanding servants and warriors will help them solve everything. As for some minor injuries... Mr. Count, which real man will have no scars on his body? With scars,
That’s how masculine it is.”
"That's right. Seeing these young men full of energy makes my blood boil!" the Earl replied, leading the horse slowly, "Mr. Viscount, I'm going to capture the prey. Let's go first."
"After completing the command, I will catch up with you." The Viscount nodded, "I wish you a good harvest."
Trailing plumes of conspicuous black smoke, groups of rockets flew through the sky, and then fell into the village, landing on the round huts topped by wild grass. After a while, tongues of fire rolled up all over the village,
Huge pillars of smoke rising straight into the sky also rose in groups of twos and threes. Sharp wails rang out, and the tribesmen with only rags wrapped around important parts of their bodies escaped from their hiding places, dragging their children with their children and rushing towards the unburned areas.
place.
Compared with the loud horn sound of the hunting team, the drum sound echoing above the village is so lonely and helpless. Under the command of this hollow drum sound, the relatively strong tribal men picked up simple "weapons" and stood guard in advance.
On the various passages of the village... just like the unsteady drumbeat, they were also hesitant in their hearts whether to resist firmly or to submit obediently.
Since there is no successful escape, facing such a powerful enemy, resistance is unlikely to have any good results. The more fierce the resistance, the crazier the enemy's revenge afterwards. There once happened that a hunting team killed a noble and killed everyone.
The incident of the prey. But if there is no resistance, the good family will be torn apart alive. Except for the half-grown children, everyone will go on an unknown road from now on, and they will never meet again...
The fate of slaves is like this. It has always been miserable... Although it is miserable, at least you can still live... But what is the difference between living like this and dying... Resist! Although there is no foreign aid, you will not be ashamed of your ancestors...
No, my ancestors will definitely forgive me for surviving under such circumstances... When most people's thoughts were wandering about whether to resist or not, the first wave of knights from the hunting team had already rushed into the village!
The first batch to rush in were the "heavy-armored" knights. They wore exquisite armor covering their bodies that the tribesmen had never seen before in their lives. Even the horses under their crotches were wrapped in a tight layer of soft armor.
Several brave tribesmen rushed forward, but died miserably under the spears of the other knights. Several other tribesmen retreated in panic, and were knocked away by the galloping horses. Groups of warriors followed the horses, shouting and swarming.
enter.
The reverberating drums changed the rhythm, and it was the song "Distress" that contained countless blood and tears.
The knights who broke through the defense line were running recklessly on the roads in the village. The temporary slings had extremely limited effect. Even if they were effective, the knights who fell on the ground would be immediately protected by the followers following them. The flying slings thrown out by the slings would
The stone could not even leave a mark on the shields of the followers. The bows and arrows in the hands of the tribesmen were also authentic "native products" and did not have any lethality at all.
These knights who entered first were all experienced. They only ran around the outskirts of the village because the roads here were open and there were not many traps. After releasing a few crossbows hung on the sides of their saddles, they drew out their shiny silver sabers and whirled blades.
There was a strange noise, and the light flashed in the air, killing the tribesmen who had no time to escape. Some of the warriors on foot were cleaning the surrounding houses, while others were shooting rockets towards the center of the village...
After a while, they stopped other actions and focused on setting fires in the direction of the wind. All steps were planned in advance, and they had to drive out the tribal residents first.
The fire is getting bigger and bigger, and the scope is getting wider and wider. The violent flames gradually merge into a line and swallow up most of the village. There are tribal residents who are on fire everywhere. Amidst their shrill wails and the endless black smoke,
In the middle, the old man who was beating the drum struggled several times and finally sounded the signal to escape.
The big drum was placed on an ox cart. The tearful old man still insisted on his mission and fled out of the village with more than two thousand wailing tribesmen. What kind of escape team was this?
!Groups of bodies stained with blood and ashes, faces in panic and tears, and... and those desperate eyes.
Seeing that the tribesmen had escaped from the village, under the order of the viscount, the horn sound of the hunting team also changed, and the young nobles in groups began to move out. For a time, the galloping horses kicked up a trail of smoke, and the fields were covered with smoke.
With the deep roar of the mutant hellhound, the hunting competition has entered a fierce stage!
A horse team equipped with elite military equipment was the first to catch up with the fleeing team. With just one bloody impact, they completely broke up the entire fleeing team. The tribal residents, who were almost crazy with fear, immediately divided into countless small teams.
They scattered and ran away blindly, and could only rely on the sound of drums to maintain a general direction... However, the cavalry that had just dispersed them rushed back again, cutting off the fleeing team!
The panicked screams of countless people merged into a powerful sound wave that could not dissipate for a long time, even covering up the drum sound of "return to protect".
A dozen old men were forced under a tree by the noble knights, and their aging bodies shrank into a pile, trembling uncontrollably. The noble knight who was riding in front of him got on the horse and cursed "bad luck!", wearing snow-white gloves on his hands.
An elegant trajectory was drawn in the air. The eyes of the followers flashed with joy. They raised the crossbow arrows in their hands without hesitation and pulled the trigger with their strong fingers...
Three tribal women covered in mud were washed away. Although they did not make any sound, after the cracked mud fell, their exposed skin still revealed their age, and also attracted the attention of several noble knights.
Attracted.
The servants on horseback drove them to the master's horse so that the master could enjoy themselves.
"Woo..." The noble waved his riding whip confidently and swiped it at the knotted part of the woman's bra. With a "pop!" sound, blood splashed, and the whipped woman spit out a branch she had bitten in her mouth, "
Ah..." she screamed. But the response from behind her was just a hearty laugh and a whip.
After removing the bra from the woman, the woman's back was torn open, and the noble shouted, "I'm a low-grade creature, and I'll reward you!" The servants who followed cheered, kicked the woman to the ground, and tied her up.
And the nobleman picked up his riding whip and chased the next target...
Scenes like this were staged all over the wilderness. Nobles of all sizes and their servants were happily harvesting. The captured prey was gathered by the river, and both men and women were stripped naked. The hands and feet of the tribal men were tied with ropes.
They were twisted together and could only curl up; the experience of tribal women was even more miserable. They were tied to special wooden frames. Under the severe pain, their chests could only be raised high and their legs were spread apart in humiliation.
Then, buckets of cold water were poured over the head to wash away everything remaining on the skin.
Tribal residents who look unhealthy or bad-looking will be kicked into the river.
After the road ahead was blocked, some of the fleeing tribesmen gathered around the oxcart carrying the drum, with the men outside and the women and children inside, forming a circular formation made of flesh. This was the tribe's last and most helpless way of defense -
Give up.
But the nobles did not have enough fun. They ordered groups of warriors to circle around them and fire crossbow arrows at will. Every time a tribesman fell, the laughter of the nobles became more joyful. Every time a young woman was killed
Grab it out, and the reward coins will fall from the sky. Ignore the other party's tears, ignore the other party's pleas, the other party is just prey...
The sound of the "returning protection" drum that had been played countless times suddenly stopped. The old man was hit by a crossbow arrow and fell down on the drum. Blood poured out from his chest and instantly dyed the drum surface red.
"Listen...there is a drumbeat in response." Before his consciousness disappeared, he raised his head with difficulty and said to the tribesmen around him: "Yes...it is mutual inquiry..." The tribesmen around him nodded with tears, and could not bear to tell him that.
It was just his hallucination, and he closed his eyes with trembling hands.
But when the young tribesman stood up and prepared to take over the old man's responsibilities, he heard the sound of a drum... Yes, although it was still a bit blurry, it was indeed a mutual inquiry!
"I...I...I..." The young man's eyes were blurred by tears again. He held the sacred drum in his hand and knocked on the blood-red drum surface, "We are...the Sethis tribe!"
The sound of drums coming from afar gradually became clearer and approached at an unimaginable speed. The sound of drums echoed in the mountains and rushed across the fields; it shocked the nobles who were busy committing violence and awakened the hope of the tribesmen!
Nearly a hundred small black dots flew in the sky. Only when they got closer could people on the ground tell that they were winged people.
More than twenty wingmen lined up in a horizontal line, lowered their altitude and passed quickly. When they flew to the middle of the field, a huge golden flag was unfurled by these wingmen.
Although the sky was still filled with smoke, when the nobles looked up to identify them, they were all sweating... On this flag, there was a pattern that made the entire Demon Alliance tremble - the Divine Alliance, the Sibia Empire Royal Family
banner!
The response drum beat is getting closer and closer... No matter which person on which side it is, he will never forget this simple rhythm, which is the shortest of the ten movements known as the Soul of the Thirty-Six Tribes -