"Elder Mesai, don't be busy now, there must be a misunderstanding here..." Liu Shuzhu waved his hands repeatedly.
"What a misunderstanding!" Hao Yidao scolded him, "According to the scimitar tribe's hospitality, since the Sinda tribe is willing to give you two extraordinary treasures, they regard you as one of their own, how could they not do this?
Make a mark?" It seems that this grandson already knew what the 'ceremony' was about, but he just kept it in and said, "Young boy Liu, this fight is worth it!"
"There has been no recognized guest in the tribe for a long time."
Zindameyer kept moving his hands, mumbling words and mumbling a lot of difficult-to-understand indigenous languages.
"This is a mark belonging to the Sindar clan, and it will not lower your status. In the future, you must not dishonor the honor of the Sindar clan."
What is the honor of the Sindar tribe?
war!
Fight to the death!
Fight to the death and never retreat!
A group of tribal youths were also busy pressing Liu Shuzhu down on a bed, making him unable to move. Even Hao Yidao came up to help. Liu Shuzhu had a bitter look on his face, and he could neither fall out nor be able to fight against the crowd.
, making it look like beheading.
"The scimitar totem is a symbol of status. Once you get this mark, no matter where you go or when you arrive, it means that you are a guest of the Sinda tribe." Meyersalu said with a smile: "This kind of
The totem mark made from ancient demon blood cannot be imitated or forged by outsiders. It will follow you throughout your life and cannot be erased."
Just know that there is no such thing as pie in the sky!
Liu Shuzhu started out as a bandit since he was a child, and his heart was like a mirror. Doesn't this mean that he was forced to join the gang?
Once I heard that the mark could not be erased, I decided not to do it anyway.
"But don't worry, the totem will follow you for life, but you are not a descendant of the tribe yet. You only need to use a little essence to hide the mark, and you don't have to show your totem face all day long." This sentence was enough for him.
A reassurance.
The man in the big cloak twisted a thin needle, carefully dipped it in the blood droplets, and stabbed Liu Shuzhu on the face. He immediately felt a burning and stinging feeling, as if a ball of fire had been poured onto his face.
The blood of ancient monsters has an unbearable stench, but it contains a domineering aura that is hard to match!
Unexpectedly, he stabbed it, but the big cloak frowned and stopped.
"Huh?"
A group of tribesmen also looked at each other with disbelief on their faces. It looked like something had happened!
"What's wrong?" Liu Shuzhu was worried, for fear of being disfigured, "If it doesn't work, it's still too late to stop now!"
Hao Yidao muttered: "It's okay, it's just that the color doesn't look right. When we were underground in the Shen Mine, I knew that the blood on your body is extremely tight!"
The color is wrong!?
Before he could open his mouth to ask any more questions, Sindamese changed another needle and continued to prick his face. The process was tedious and painful.
Later, I don't know how many times I stabbed his face, and the whole face was completely numb.
…
After going on for more than an hour, Big Cloak finally put away his tools and handed him a piece of silk to wipe away the remaining blood on his face. After finishing, everyone in the tent remained silent and looked dryly.
Looking at his face, I didn't know what was going on.
Liu Shuzhu looked around the tent and found a bronze mirror standing in the corner, so he pounced on it!
In the bronze mirror.
It reflected a face that was originally somewhat delicate, but now it was covered with complex tattoos. It was indistinguishable from the totems on the faces of the children of the Sindar tribe, but it was not the original color.
The tattoos are all covered with a faint golden atmosphere.
Just like a lifelike golden pattern, it adds a lot of power and dominance!
At first glance, it looks a little weird, but the effect is really good and not ugly.
"W-what on earth is going on?"
The man in the big cloak wiped his hands with silk cloth and said: "Your bloodline... is different. It has some kind of reaction with the blood of the ancient demon." The other party failed to give a detailed answer. After the ceremony was completed, everyone turned around.
The tent was blown out.
According to Liu Shuzhu's own guess, this situation was probably related to the warm current overflowing from the blood relics, which was subtly changing his physique.
He used his essence slightly to try to hide the pattern, but it didn't work!
"It will take a few hours for the totem mark to completely merge with your facial blood before it can be hidden by casting a spell. You don't have to worry."
"Isn't the Scimitar Tribe the overlord of the Western Desert who only emerged in the era of prosperity?" Liu Shuzhu finally said this doubt, "How come they are deeply involved with the ancient monsters, and what kind of ancient monsters are they?
exist?"
Mayesalu did not answer, but said excitedly: "When you entered the entrance of the demon blood, you must have seen the roar of strange beasts. What kind of beasts did you see?"
Liu Shuzhu nodded and revealed the image of a wild bull with fleshy wings on its back, attracting the envious eyes of a group of tribesmen.
"Only those with the most extraordinary talents can see the illusion of strange beasts in their lifetime. The drop of demon blood you drink belongs to that bull. When Saru came of age, he saw a two-headed giant wolf.
"Meyesalu then looked yearning, "It is said that when the leader came of age, he saw a burning firebird. He was born in the fire and died in the fire!"
"Firebird!" Zhao Ziyun looked stern and interjected: "What the Scimitar Emperor saw was the lusty phoenix in the 'Phoenix Hypothesis' that is widely circulated outside?"
The phoenix hypothesis is as old as the anecdotes about dragons residing in the world, and even much older than the sages. It is only circulated in the secular world and is a completely different legend system from ancient times.
Meyersaru shook his head and said he didn't know either.
He then explained to Liu Shuzhu: "The tribe did rise in the early years of Shengwu. But before it rose, it had lived in this desert for generations. Maybe at that time, it was just an insignificant desert people. When the ancient times were about to end, the world was in turmoil. It is said that
Many ancient monsters have fallen in the desert, or perhaps the ancestors of the tribe gathered their corpses and gradually became stronger... However, so long has passed and many things have happened, even the scimitar people don't know
What happened that year?"
"The big leader once said that there are Buddhas in the Western Desert and monsters in the Eastern Desert, but he couldn't understand why the ancient monsters fell in the Western Desert. At that time, he also kept walking to the West, and he went there for many years.
But I couldn’t find where Xihuang is!”
There are four wilderness areas outside Zhongzhou. In the Western wilderness, there are not only Buddhas but also immortals.
The Scimitar Emperor has been away for many years, but he still can't reach the junction of the Western Desert and the Western Wasteland!?
While talking, he came outside the tent in the center of the tribe again.
"Hahaha." Meyersalu's expression changed, "We don't need to worry about these things. Go and let the elders take a look at the totem on your face. I'm afraid they have never seen anything like this!"
Liu Shuzhu secretly rolled his eyes and became a little nervous.
After entering the tent, the two great emperors and other important figures were all present and had not yet dispersed.
Everyone sat on the ground, and the mysterious emperor did not make any mistakes. He vacated the old wooden chair and sat cross-legged on the sand with the Scimitar Emperor.
It sounds very sloppy to use a chair to worship the ancestors without placing an incense table, but the Scimitar tribe is primitive. They believe that the deceased ancestors have not completely disappeared, but have been silently watching the descendants, waiting for them.
When the ancestors return, they will sit on the chair and participate in the tribe's major decisions. But death is like a lamp going out, and the Scimitar ancestors may not have the ability to "die without rest" like the ancient sages, so they can only be regarded as
A custom and spiritual sustenance.
After seeing this image of Liu Shuzhu, everyone's faces lit up!
"Oops!" the mysterious emperor said sarcastically, "Why is it still so golden? Are you going to kidnap this kind of alien to worship your ancestors?" Liu Shuzhu simply ignored him because he was disrespectful.
The Scimitar Emperor looked at him carefully: "I'm very curious, what will your bloodline become like as it evolves?" Liu Shuzhu was even more curious than him, "Meyer, you have made our Balai tribe lose a distinguished guest.
." This generation of Scimitar Emperor comes from the largest tribe in the tribe, the Balai tribe. The totems on the faces of each tribe are similar, and only the Scimitar people can tell this difference.
Sindameye said: "Sinda's guests are Balai's guests."
All the Consummation Emperors looked at Liu Shuzhu with envy. They were eager to be related to the overlord force, but they were not as lucky as this kid - wherever he went, people would sell him the relics in his head to save face.
At this time, a man in a big cloak and several people walked in.
In his hand, he held a folded cloak, with two scabbards of different styles placed on the cloak!
Taking advantage of the gap between Liu Shu's bamboo pattern totems, someone had decomposed the animal felt and made these three treasures.
Zindameyer stood up and stepped forward, picked up the scabbard of the scimitar, bowed and walked to the Scimitar Emperor, and held the scabbard with both hands.
The Scimitar Emperor also quickly stood up and took it with both hands!
This kind of etiquette must be extremely rare when it comes to the warrior emperor. Looking at the mysterious emperor's face, it is not difficult to know that "I am the best in the world".
Then, Zindameyer personally put on the cloak for Liu Shuzhu.
The half-length cloak looked mainly black, with some other fur colors mixed in. Although it was spun from animal hair, it was as smooth as satin. At this point, Liu Shuzhu stopped showing off and hurriedly thanked the gift.
Don’t want it for nothing!
"One day, if you are successfully promoted, you can return to the Sinda tribe and let my descendants make up the size of your big cloak." Sindameye said. When delivering the scabbard of the long sword to Liu Shuzhu, the Scimitar Emperor
He suddenly opened his mouth and said: "You
Although the long sword is inlaid with an imperial bead, it is not worthy of this scabbard. You should accept it first, and then when you have refined a real long sword, you can match it with this scabbard. I have it on me.
A few pieces of lava iron to make knives for my son, I cannot give them to you."
Liu Shuzhu quickly said yes, not daring to have any more extravagant hopes.
After accepting the gift, the Scimitar Emperor stood up to say goodbye and rushed back to his headquarters. Also standing up with the Scimitar Emperor were all the great cloaks, as if they were going with the Emperor.
It seems that most of the things that should be discussed have been discussed, and Liu Shuzhu missed the conversation between the two emperors.
The mysterious emperor said: "You go back and prepare. I can be said to have done my best to be benevolent. I know that your Scimitar tribe rarely interferes in foreign affairs, but this is a crisis for the human race. If the soul of the emperor comes out, you will not feel better. If you don't make a plan, it will be too late."
"
The Scimitar Emperor didn't express anything. When he was about to walk out of the tent, he frowned and turned around and asked: "Wu Yixing, you old dog never cares about life and death in the world. In your words, heaven and man don't care about human affairs. Heaven and man don't care about human affairs."
Who knows, people in this world, are you not afraid of death this time?"
"Hahaha." The mysterious emperor laughed, "Scimitar boy, how do you know that I am here to die and not to watch the fun?"
The Scimitar Emperor pondered for a moment, then said: "No one in the world has ever known your origin. Today, I will ask you for the last time, where are you... from?"
This question was asked suddenly. Except for the two of them, no one knew what kind of intersection the two had in the past!
Everyone in the room pricked up their ears.
"At the misty peak of the Eastern Territory, there is a Martial God portal. Since you have 'Wu' as your surname, are you the hidden emperor who overlords the Eastern Territory and are not in harmony with this force, so you have fallen like this?"
The eyes of the mysterious emperor suddenly flashed with two stars, and he looked towards the former, but remained silent, with a pretentious expression on his face.
When the Scimitar Emperor saw this, he shook his head and no longer hesitated. He opened the tent door and walked out, and most of the big cloaks followed him.
"Hey, hey... why are you leaving?" At this time, the mysterious emperor hurriedly said, "I have told you a long time ago, you don't believe it." He yelled, "I came up from that day, I am
The gods in the sky are gods, but it’s a pity..." followed by another sigh, "...I can’t fucking go back!"
There was a reply from a distance outside. Listening to the voice, the Scimitar Emperor had already gone very far away.