The houses are well-proportioned and prosperous to a certain extent.
The power of the three witches is much weaker than Gilgamesh, but they can barely resist the invasion of the giant beasts and defend their homeland.
Humans are in the middle of the giant beast food chain.
Although they cannot resist some terrifying giant beasts, not just any giant beast can regard them as food. Even powerful giant beasts have to pay a heavy price to attack tribes and feast on them as food.
Farmland, women are cultivating.
In the distance, people wearing animal skins were dissecting the corpse of a huge beast that was more than ten meters tall.
Around the tribe, warriors are constantly patrolling to prevent the terrifying giant beasts from attacking the Babylonian tribe.
After stabilizing their survival, they began to multiply and expand the population crazily, because they needed a huge population base. The only way for them to protect themselves was to have more women fused with the blood of the evil eye and more witches.
Deep in the green mountain stream outside the tribe.
In the Amia Pool, which is like a dreamy fairyland, the green grass is bright, the flowers are blooming, and the white mist is misty. Three beautiful women are taking a bath. Their snow-white skin is like ice jade, and their bodies are slender and beautiful, like the perfect goddess in mythology.
More than ten years later, the three witches back then are already in their thirties.
When Zhongyuan died of old age in her thirties or forties, their peers had almost left the world or were on the verge of death, but time seemed to have never left a trace on them.
The three of them were bathing in the Amiya water pool, looking youthful and fit, like teenage girls.
Back then, Gilgamesh lived for more than two hundred years after integrating the second gene. Now they are only in their thirties. For them, their long lives have just begun.
Medea was soaking in the clear spring water. This witch who was decisive in killing and in charge of tribal war and glory lazily stretched her perfectly round legs and emerged from the water. "Melixte, I went there last night too."
...The sisters who grew up with us back then, who went out on adventures together when we were young, and who were in the tribe together and excitedly studied the dream of conquering giant beasts, are already gray-haired old women."
Cassandra stirred the water gently, and the gentle witch in charge of herding and medicinal herbs sighed in a low voice, "Countless children and grandchildren are guarding this old man's bedside to see her off, which is already the most satisfying moment.
Life is over... Long years have passed, and I have discovered that only the emotions between us three sisters are eternal. Everything around us is changing, but we three sisters will never grow old."
Circe smiled charmingly, her eyes moving, "What? The two sisters are so high up, as the great and majestic patron saints of Babylon, but they are alone. Don't you envy ordinary girls who have husbands and children who love them?"
Circe swam over from the pool, her green-white fingertips gently caressed the two people's snow-white backs, and said teasingly: "Sister, you two have never experienced the goodness of a man, and you don't know the wonderful taste, so you have always been cold and elegant.
, why don’t I replace the man and let you two experience the joy of being women..."
Medea and Cassandra took a few steps back at the same time, looked at her warily, and said calmly: "Cersei, please show me some respect! Don't use your tricks on the two of us."
"What does it matter?"
Circe smiled playfully, charmingly and coyly, "It won't harm a man's life. I'm not one of those weak men. You can't help but explode your mental power and you can't kill me at all."
The two of them still looked at her warily.
They know what Circe wants to do, which makes them fall step by step and gradually sink into desire. In the end, like Circe, they know the taste and can't stop, and they also start to attack men and stand in the same camp as her.
As early as that year, after the two of them saw Circe sinking, they silently swore to set three iron rules for witches:
1. Before accepting the test of the evil eye's blood, a witch must be a virgin and swear to heaven that she will never have anyone she loves in her life.
Second, after becoming a witch, be strict with any unclean behavior! It is forbidden to contact any male. Once you defile yourself, you will fall, be abandoned by the Lord, and become an evil witch.
Third, witches are not allowed to abuse their power and attack people.
Circe is a typical negative example.
She had a husband before and had strong desires. After becoming a witch, she couldn't help but look for men.
But because the witch's mental power is too strong, she can kill weak men if she can't control her emotions and leak out at will.
The powerful violent mental power comes with terrible side effects, and they are destined not to have a lover.
Over the years, Circe has completely become synonymous with death and fear in the tribe. Every man she vaguely seduced late at night died in a night of joy and satisfaction.
Countless men are afraid.
Although Circe knew about restraint, several men in the tribe died inexplicably every month.
In fact, over the past ten years, hundreds of people have died and four witches have been reborn.
They have also been strictly abiding by the "Iron Law of the Three Witches" and have become the patron saints of the tribe. The Babylonian tribe already has four affiliated tribes.
Over the years, it is not that no men have participated in the death test to test the blood of the evil eye. The tribe will never lack brave men, but the blood of the evil eye is very unique, and the probability of success for women is much higher than that for men.
But it’s not like there were no men at all.
After more than ten years, those who successfully received power were actually four women and one man. Among them, the first rare wizard was born, which made Circe extremely happy.
With the appearance of the wizard, Circe thought she could find a man who would make her happy without dying.
It's a pity that Circe's spirit has become stronger and stronger over the years. Other men basically can't survive a night and die in happiness. But this wizard also died after Circe happily indulged crazily every day for a full week.
He immediately suffered a nervous breakdown and died.
The only male wizard died suddenly, leaving the only male in the tribe in complete despair.
On this day, the brave and capable warriors of the Babylonian tribe completely understood...
—We have been completely reduced to reproductive tools.
