Chapter 35: This skill is the favorite of men (4/4)
[Yesterday’s fourth update, half an hour late, sorry]
From a God's perspective, Xi Tong could only admire in his heart, and he increasingly doubted whether Tamiel was a devil in the skin of a barbarian.
He is so treacherous and cunning, he is simply a devil who plays with people's hearts.
There is a saying in the art of war: attacking the city is the bottom priority, and attacking the heart is the top priority.
Thamel has never read "The Art of War", but he has mastered the skill of attacking the mind without any teacher.
A few bags of salt completely shattered the common hatred among the Manniu tribe, making them suspicious of each other, wary of each other, and hostile to each other, and they could no longer be united.
Thamel could just sleep soundly in the camp. If anyone wanted to rebel, the informer would probably have those people kidnapped and sent over without having to take action.
Informers jumped out one after another to report and expose, and then stood on the left and right sides of Taimu with their heads held high and holding salt, staring fiercely at their former compatriots like hawks and dogs.
The people who were reported all looked ashen and had no intention of resisting.
Niu Man is the elite of the tribe, and he has mastered the most powerful Bison Crash. He can also charge it to the extreme and exert its power to the limit.
However, even so, the Demon Chief couldn't take a step back. To be precise, the Demon Chief didn't even sway. Even the broken bones of Niu Man were no match for him, let alone scum like himself.
Therefore, each of the barbarians whose names were called came out resignedly and knelt down in front of Tamir in a surrendering posture.
Then, more people came out.
Anyway, you can’t hide, you can’t run. Rather than being reported by others, it’s better to confess and be lenient and strive for leniency.
Tamir was sitting on the chief's throne. Although his chest hurt so much that he couldn't breathe, he still forced himself to remain calm and remained motionless, his majestic eyes sweeping around.
"Any more?"
No one answered, and the informants all shook their heads.
Obviously, no one is taking any chances anymore, not a single fish has slipped through the net.
"Start the sacrifice! If the sacrifice is successful, you will retain your identity as a warrior and be given a steel house! If the sacrifice fails, the law of killing will be implemented!"
Although he didn't know what a steel house was, when he heard the second half of Tai Er's words, the kneeling man instantly became frightened.
The law of killing on the eleventh day is a bloody military order that has been circulated on the plateau for a long time.
A group of ten people draw lots, and an unlucky person is randomly selected and executed.
One out of ten people will inevitably be executed, but because there is a nine-tenth chance of survival, those who are executed by the eleven-to-one killing rule will usually not resist, so it has become a common method used by conquerors to break the will of the conquered to resist.
These people in front of them were like docile little sheep, lining up to kneel down in front of Tamir and offering sacrifices. They all longed to be the nine-tenths.
fail!
fail!
After failing to succeed in all ten attempts in a row, the eleventh draw rule began to be implemented. The person who drew the death lot screamed in despair, then stared at Taimuer like crazy and shouted "I will fight with you."
However, a foot kicked him on the back and knocked him to the ground. Then nine people swarmed up, punched, kicked and stoned the man. Within ten seconds, the man was beaten to death.
According to the law of eleven killings, ten people are like grasshoppers on a rope. If that person doesn't die, all ten people will die.
Tamil watched as the bodyguard walked over and beheaded the deceased, then raised his hand and pointed at the nine people.
"Very good, you are pardoned!"
When the nine people heard this, they were all so excited that they couldn't control themselves. They knelt down and thanked the chief for his great kindness.
However, when the people around them looked at the nine people, their eyes were full of indescribable rejection and hatred, especially the relatives and friends of the deceased, whose eyes were unabashedly hateful.
Continue to sacrifice.
The second time Eleven kills Lu, this time the unlucky guy is very resigned to his fate, because he knows that if he resists, everyone around him will attack him.
Within a quarter of an hour, there were nine bloody heads at Taimuer's feet.
At this time, there was only one person left, the last one.
This man obviously understood his situation, his legs were trembling with fear, his lips were blue, and he was shaking like chaff.
Seeing the appearance of his pustule, Taimu waved his hands irritably, "Kill him!"
But the man fell to his knees and walked faster than others. He crawled to Taimu's feet and begged loudly.
"Chief, give me a chance, I will definitely succeed."
…
Xi Tong was unbearably thirsty and opened a bottle of Nongfu Spring to drink. However, when he thought of the bloody scene and the bloody human heads, his throat suddenly rolled and his stomach twitched.
It’s so bloody!
It’s so damn forbidden!
He is indeed a barbarian, killing people as casually as spitting.
However, Xi Tong also condemned him in his heart. He was not the Holy Mother, let alone the savior.
In Titan Continent, he only cares about Tamil's life and death, and the rest is none of his business?
But at this time, Xi Tong heard a ding in his mind: Taiyil offers you a sacrifice.
Looking at the system space, a book with a faint light is slowly turning.
"Holy shit? That slug-like pustule at the end actually succeeded?"
Xi Tong thought that the guy at the end would definitely die, so he stopped watching it. However, he never expected that after watching the 59-minute FBI Warning, he missed the last minute of the exciting scene.
But if you think about it carefully, for other people, even if the sacrifice fails, there is still a nine-tenth chance of survival, but as for the last person, once the sacrifice fails, there is no chance of survival.
In this situation where death is inevitable, his faith will be unprecedentedly pious and firm.
Even if he doesn't know the origin of the system's main god, he must understand that only the system's main god can save his life and rescue him from the sea of suffering.
After thinking about this section, Xi Tong suddenly felt that it would not be a bad thing if Tamil was a little more bloody and cruel.
Click to open the skill book.
Cowhide Hard Skin: A stunt practiced by plateau barbarians. After activation, the skin on the whole body is as hard as leather, which slightly increases defense, attribute resistance, and abnormal status resistance. After receiving 10 consecutive attacks within 3 seconds, the improvement effect is doubled in the next 3 seconds.
[System rating: 1 star—exclusively for cowards, a shameless favorite, I believe you won’t choose it]
"I can!"
study!
use!
Xi Tong immediately felt that his skin had undergone strange changes. The subcutaneous fat layer and tissues quickly tightened and hardened under the stimulation of life force. When he touched it with his fingers, it didn't move at all, without any sign of depression.
I pounded the table hard, and all I heard was bang bang bang, like a stick hitting me. The most important thing is that I couldn't feel anything with my hands.
There was no pain or collision, just like a nerve block and loss of consciousness.
Xi Tong gently scratched the back of his hand and fully understood the term "scratching the itch".
His eyes rolled, and Xi Tong jumped up in surprise.
"Damn, what a magical skill!"
"This damn thing is definitely a man's favorite!"
"This kind of skill should reach 10 stars. System, I doubt your scoring criteria are really scientific."
The system was powerless to complain, "Great master, you should first think about what kind of reward you will get by recharging 20,000 yuan."