At the foot of Mangzhu Mountain, Gu Li, the leader of the ant tribe, and his son Qie Ye stood together. The two of them saw with their own eyes that a new totem god appeared in the rat tribe, and they felt very uncomfortable.
Qie Ye said enviously: "It would be great if our ant tribe could also have a new totem god."
Gu Li whispered: "Perhaps we can find a way with the Vine Tribe. Since they can make the Rat Tribe reappear a totem god, they can also give our Ant Tribe a new Ant God."
Qie Ye's eyes lit up: "Yes, if the rat tribe can do it, why can't our ant tribe do it? I'll go find Leader Xuan right now."
"return!"
Gu Li pulled Qie Ye back.
Qieye looked at Guli in confusion and asked: "Father, why did you stop me?"
Gu Li said: "You are too impatient. The reason why the rat tribe can have a totem god again is because that giant rat is originally a descendant of the god. Where can our ant tribe find a descendant of the black ant god?"
When Qie Ye heard this, he felt as if a basin of cold water had been poured on him.
The ant tribe has been occupied by the red ant god for who knows how many years. There is not even a single black ant in the tribe, let alone a descendant of the black ant god.
Qie Ye said with a bitter look on his face: "Then can we just go on like this?"
Gu Li patted Qie Ye on the shoulder and said: "Don't be anxious, there will always be a chance, just be patient."
Qie Ye nodded, but his mood was still very low.
They watched the new Rat God climb up from the pit and release his powerful power. They watched the people of the Rat Tribe cheer and bow around the Rat God like crazy. They watched each tribe come forward to congratulate...
Not only the cutting leaves and bone strength, but also the warriors of the ant tribe felt very unhappy.
After this battle, their desire for power was stronger than ever.
Especially after the witchcraft that Chi Shao cast on them ended, the feeling of weakness in their bodies made everyone feel very uncomfortable.
They eagerly desire to have a totem god to protect their tribe, and they eagerly desire the power of the totem to make themselves stronger.
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At the foot of Mangzhu Mountain, after the Rat God successfully overcame the disaster, Jiang Xuan began to arrange matters after the war.
The war is over. Each tribe has paid blood and sacrifices, and what they desire most is the spoils of war.
In addition to the trophies captured on the Mangzhu Mountain battlefield, the bulk of the trophies were from the Black Snake Tribe's residence.
Jiang Xuan notified each tribe and sent a group of people to immediately rush to the Black Snake Tribe's residence to share the spoils together.
Among them, the bamboo rat tribe, which served as the main battlefield and bait, also received a large share of the spoils.
This made the shaman of the Bamboo Rat tribe have mixed feelings in his heart, and he even began to doubt whether he was capable of continuing to be a shaman.
"I only predicted that the Teng tribe would bring disaster, but I couldn't predict how much benefit the tribe would gain after the disaster. Am I really wrong?"
In the underground cave hall, the shaman of the Bamboo Rat Tribe carefully recalled all the things he had encountered since the appearance of the Vine Tribe.
He discovered that he had always been biased against the Vine Tribe, which led him to subconsciously ignore the fact that the life of the Bamboo Rat Tribe was getting better and better after the emergence of the Vine Tribe.
If the Teng tribe had not been exchanging various goods for stones near Mangzhu Mountain, the Bamboo Rat tribe would still be extremely poor and could not even afford salt.
Perhaps, becoming a subordinate tribe of the Vine Tribe is not a bad thing for the Bamboo Rat Tribe, and can even be said to be an excellent opportunity to rise.
"Perhaps I am really old. I just want stability and escape. I have lost the courage to lead the tribe to face threats and opportunities."
"It's time to groom a successor or two."
The shaman of the Bamboo Rat Tribe threw the piece of bamboo that had been divined by the Vine Tribe into the fire pit and watched it crackle and burn into ashes.
He decided to start selecting a successor in the tribe tomorrow. After the training was successful, he would take the initiative to abdicate and let a younger and more capable successor manage the Bamboo Rat tribe.
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After the Black Snake Tribe was destroyed, the Vine Tribe spent ten days dealing with various post-war matters.
Ten days later, that is, the tenth year of the Vine Tribe, February 13th.
The first great festival of the Vine Tribe in central China has begun!
On this day, all the subordinate tribes of the Vine Tribe in the central part of the country came to watch the ceremony, and even the nearby tribes that often did business with the Vine Tribe sent gifts.
In the battle with the Black Snake Tribe, the Vine Tribe showed great strength and laid the foundation for their survival in the central region.
After this battle, the Vine Tribe became a well-deserved large tribe in the central part of the Southern Wilderness, and no tribe dared to question their strength again.
Because of this, this great sacrifice was unprecedentedly grand. The doors of the entire Vine Tribe were opened on all sides, the houses and streets were all cleaned, and there was not a single weed in the sacrifice square.
Not only that, the Vine Tribe also put out various decorations.
Among them, the most conspicuous decoration is the head of the black snake god.
The huge snake head is placed on the left side of the sacrificial square. Even though it has been dead for a long time, it still exudes the residual power of the totem god of the large tribe.
In addition, there are also bones, tusks, furs, etc. of various large animals, which are used as decorations and displayed in various places.
In the center of the sacrificial square, where the divine vine took root, a tall altar stood there like a hill.
The altar is made of five-color rammed earth, with a height of tens of meters. It has a square bottom and a trapezoid above. There are steps in front and a wide platform at the top.
On the top of the altar, three newly built bronze cauldrons stand in the shape of a Chinese font, shining golden light in the sun, which is very conspicuous.
Inside the large bronze cauldron, various grains and grains were piled high and pointed.
In front of the altar, countless sacrifices of all kinds were piled on the solid wood table.
The tables are arranged in more than a dozen rows, and each row contains dozens of sacrifices. Large ones are placed directly on the table covered with animal skins, while small ones are placed in various exquisite colorful pottery.
Twelve totem sacred pillars carved from huge stones stand around the altar. Each pillar is engraved with the totem pattern of the Vine Tribe, and on the top are the heads of various ferocious birds and beasts.
This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! When people from other tribes came in, they were immediately attracted by the majestic arrangements of the Vine Tribe and exclaimed in surprise.
They knew that the Vine Tribe was powerful, but they did not expect that the Vine Tribe had become so wealthy.
In fact, if it weren't for the warriors of the Vine tribe guarding it and the intimidation of the divine Vine, they would have really wanted to get closer and take a look at the totem pillar, go up to the altar and touch the golden bronze cauldron.
Even the large number of sacrifices and the painted pottery that contained the sacrifices shocked the people from other tribes.
While other tribes were still using various simple stone tools, living in caves and thatched huts, and running around for three meals a day, the Vine tribe had developed to an unimaginable extent.
When the sun rose in the sky, the costumed Vine tribe members began to gather in the sacrificial square one after another.
Even the prisoners of war got a short rest and watched this grand sacrificial ceremony on the edge of the sacrificial square.
"The chief and the witch are here."
Not long after, Jiang Xuan and Chi Shao, dressed in costumes, appeared hand in hand and walked towards the altar step by step, causing bursts of cheers from the people of the Teng tribe.
When they walked to the front of the altar, the warrior on the side stepped forward cautiously and asked: "Witch, chief, can the sacrificial ceremony begin?"
Jiang Xuan asked: "Is everyone here?"
"It's almost ready."
Chi Shao said: "Then blow the horn and prepare to start the sacrifice."
"yes!"
The soldier cheered up and immediately sent a signal to the person responsible for blowing the trumpet.
The two soldiers responsible for blowing the horns immediately raised their long and large bison horns, brought them to their mouths, and blew hard.
"Woooo..."
The ancient, desolate, and long horn sounded in the sacrificial square, echoing continuously in the territory of the Vine Tribe.
For a moment, all the conversations disappeared. Everyone stood in their positions, arranged their clothes, and focused their attention on the altar.
When Chi Shao walked to the altar step by step with bare feet, the big sacrifice officially began!