Traveler Major League

Chapter 111 Tribal Alliance
In the afternoon of summer, the weather is still hot and dry. The sun shines on the forest, and the whole forest seems to be baked.

In fact, it rained on this plain the day before yesterday, but the weather was hot and the water evaporated quickly. In less than two days, there was no trace of rain on this plain.

This rainy season is only suitable for packing things at home and spending time with family members. It is not suitable for traveling, but this still does not affect the gathering of men in various tribes. Since two days ago, all the connected people around All the warriors of the tribe came here under the call of Alva.

In addition to the men, there are also tribes who fled from the west. They are all women, children and old people with their families. They cannot be squeezed inside the wooden walls of the tribe, so they sleep outside, wrapped in a mat and covered with some grass. I can fall asleep soon.

They also brought some livestock, and these livestock were also crowded together, you pushed me, I stepped on you, and neighed a few times from time to time, making the whole camp even more lively.

The villages formed by these tribes are very small, with at most dozens of families and hundreds of people. This is the tribe with the most red-haired white people in this area.

The children ran around in the crowd, cheering as they ran. This was the first time they had seen such a lively event. The meat roasted on the campfires around gave off a strong smell of smoked meat, making their mouths water.

The gathered people all had bitter faces and discussed in low voices: "Those white men came from the west. They have hard carapaces on their bodies. They cannot be hacked by axes and cannot be pierced by spears."

"They also have long spears, which can make the roar of a giant beast. As long as they point at you, your soul will be captured by the giant beast."

"The tribes in the west have been swallowed up by those white people. As long as they are swallowed up, they will become like those white people."

Seeing this, a woman with half of her teeth fell out led her child in and murmured, "Maybe they will retreat from the sea to the west after devouring those tribes."

"It won't go away. Some people saw that the white people built an altar there. It was so high that you couldn't see the top. They also sprinkled the seeds of demons there. The surroundings of the altar were all green." A red-haired man with a beard that grew to his chest The old man waved his hands and said, he doesn't believe those white people can retreat by themselves, those white people are ferocious beasts, once they bite someone, they can't let go.

"All the people who went there can't come back. They have four legs and can shoot arrows. It's terrible."

As various legends and embellished news spread among the tribe, the entire camp became more restless, like a powder keg, which only needed a match to detonate.

"Alva, all our warriors are here, what do you want?" a shirtless man with a scar on his face buzzed.

Hearing Scarface's question, all the warriors around the bonfire stopped talking, stared at a slightly old warrior, and waited for his reply. Alva was also a warrior when he was young, but now he is old. As the alpha wolf in a pack ages, new champions challenge his place.

But Alva still has a strong appeal among all the surrounding tribes, especially when encountering such big troubles, but this time the troubles are a bit too big, and he has never had such a conflict with other tribes before. Feeling powerless.

It was as if the bones had been taken out of the whole person, limp and ready to fall down at any moment.

There was too little news from the west, and it was like a black hole, spreading eastward along the river, faster and faster.

Scanning the leaders of the various tribes around, Alva finally spoke: "The white people in the west are enemies. They belong to another tribe, not demons. They are the same as us. Don't be fooled by rumors, just like us. They are just like the horses they raise, they are just more skillful to ride and fight on horseback, not four-legged monsters."

Scarface nodded in agreement and said, "Just like the tribes in the east, they are powerful, but not invincible."

"So, we want to fight? Why don't we retreat to the east?" Someone asked in puzzlement, which caused a burst of discussion in an instant.

Alva pressed his hands down, and explained: "Going to the east also has to fight, and they come from the sea. The white people in the west are not many in number. The people we gather here will definitely defeat them. This is the druid. De's instructions!"

After he finished speaking, he turned and faced the tall oak tree on the other side, closed his eyes, and crossed his hands on his chest, making some strange gestures. In this dusk afternoon, the branches of this giant tree were like tentacles. Hanging down, covering most of the sunlight together with the surrounding small trees, Alva stood there, looking even more gloomy and mysterious.

A figure in plain clothes and a crown made of branches came out from behind the tree. Seeing this figure, all the warriors knelt down and patted their bare chests and shouted: "Druid."

"Druid." "Druid."

The figure nodded in response, raised its arms above its head and chanted, "The white men from the western seas are enemies. They are devouring our lands. Go children and kill them!"

"Kill these white men, and the souls of the war dead will go to the other shore, where there is a palace made of gold, and there are inexhaustible magic pots in the palace, and endless pork feasts."

"Oh oh oh oh!" All the warriors stood up, slapped their bare chests and roared angrily, as if with Druid's instruction, there would be more strength in their bodies.

Four half-naked warriors led two white bulls from the forest to the giant tree. Druid cut off the branches hanging from the giant tree with a sickle knife and tied them to the horns of the two white bulls. There was a sacrificial ceremony.

As the core of all warriors, Alva and Scarface each held a spear, and stabbed the white cow's neck from the side. The limbs of the two white cows were respectively tied to the surrounding trees by ropes. The cow struggled violently in pain, and the struggle caused the branches behind him to sway. In an instant, the trees seemed to be revived, baring their teeth and claws like giant beasts in the dark.

The warrior who was leading the white bull put two wooden basins on the ground below the place where the white bull was stabbed. The spear that was stabbed was pulled out suddenly, and the white bull let out a burst of mourning. The fear of death made them Trembling and struggling uncontrollably, but everything was useless, the ropes on all sides were tied tightly like cast iron.

The blood from the arterial wound poured into the wooden basin, and the warriors who were at the campfire raised their pottery bowls and rushed to the wooden basin, drinking the blood scooped out of it, and roaring like a beast .

Wheat rice tastes better when eaten with blood!

(End of this chapter)