Big Devil: Starting from refining flying zombies

Chapter 312 Primitive Tribe
The Horned Snake Tribe is a large tribe located in the northern part of the Heron Mountains. It has a population of several thousand and can support two hunting teams.

Most of the warriors in these two hunting teams have received the blessings of sacrificial spirits.

They have the unique "thunder strike pattern" of the Horned Serpent tribe, and they are noble totem warriors who can run rampant in the wilderness.

With the help of this power, the Horned Serpent Tribe was once the most powerful and domineering force in the Heron Mountains.

The food captured by these two hunting teams on each hunting day can fill an entire cave.

But since three years ago.

Several wars broke out with the Qiu Mu tribe in the east due to disputes over hunting grounds.

In the end, the Horned Serpent Tribe suffered a losing streak.

The people of the Horned Snake tribe can no longer see this kind of majesty and grandeur in the past.

A large number of hunting grounds were taken away, resulting in a lack of food.

This has caused the population of the Horned Snake Tribe to fall into a long-term negative growth.

In the wilderness, population is labor and fighting power, and everything.

This is a truth that everyone understands.

Without a population, the Horned Serpent tribe has been unable to recover from the energy lost in the war.

It seems that decline and decline are inevitable.

However, the reason why the Horned Serpent Tribe has still not fallen apart is that they still have hope of a comeback.

That is to hold a grand sacrificial ceremony!

At this moment, we are in the dark cave of the Horned Serpent Tribe.

A tall, black-haired man with muscular build was walking towards the deepest part of the cave.

The dark-haired man looked cold.

He was shirtless and had silver lightning strike patterns on his chest, similar to the veins of leaves.

The lower body was only casually wrapped with a piece of wolf skin, and a pair of straw sandals were worn on the feet. There was a primitive and wild atmosphere about him.

But it seems that this black-haired man has a high status in the tribe.

Wherever he passed, the tribesmen he encountered stopped polishing stone tools or twisting straw ropes.

The men put their hands on their chests.

Then they all used tribal etiquette and called the black-haired man "tribal leader" in awe.

But the black-haired man did not stop for a moment except for a slight nod to a few strong men who were also totem warriors.

He went straight to a stone room in the deepest part of the cave.

It was only then that the cold and hard face finally showed some respect.

"Scorpion Tail, you're finally here, cough!"

Not long after, an old man with white beard and hair came out of the stone room.

The old man was wearing rough linen clothes and carrying a cane. His figure was extremely stooped. He was coughing violently as he welcomed the black-haired man in.

"High Priest, your body."

There was hesitation on Scorpio's face, and he didn't know whether he should continue the next topic.

"As you can see, I am indeed about to die soon. The Horned Serpent Tribe will choose the next priest as soon as possible."

After speaking, the old man slowly raised his head, as if he could see some worry in the former's heart.

He slowly waved his hand and added:
"But don't worry, I still have the strength to host the next sacrificial ceremony."

While Scorpion Tail felt pain after hearing this, he couldn't help but breathed a sigh of relief.

Then he poured out a handful of irregular ore as red as diamonds from the animal skin bag on his waist, and carefully placed it on a stone table.

"High Priest, although our open-pit mine has been occupied by the Qiu Mu tribe."

"But there are still scattered 'blood stones' in the wilderness."

"It's been more than four years, and we finally have enough for another sacrifice."

"Please show me how many totem warriors these 'blood stones' can transform into totem warriors from the Thunder Pond Sacrifice Spirit."

"If there can be ten, no, as long as there can be eight totem warriors!"

"I can reorganize the hunting team, take back our hunting grounds, and make the people of the Qiu Mu tribe look good!!"

Scorpion Tail rubbed the blood-red diamonds with his rough hands.

As if he was thinking of the humiliation brought to him by the Qiu Mu tribe, Sen Bai's teeth clenched together, making a crunching sound.

The old priest glanced at the number of blood stones on the stone table, but a trace of disappointment flashed deep in his old eyes.

"Scorpion Tail, the previous blood stones were all collected by Black Bones, so you may not be too clear about it."

"This amount of blood stone is just enough to hold a small sacrifice."

"Not to mention ten or eight, if the small sacrificial ceremony can transform three totem warriors, it will be regarded as the blessing of the sacrificial spirit!"

The old priest's words made Scorpion Tail's face completely embarrassed, and he growled violently:

"It's all that idiot Black Bone's fault."

"If he hadn't led the hunting team into the Qiu Mu Tribe's trap, how could we have ended up in this situation!"

The old priest stood there and was silent for a long time.

Then he raised an old wrinkled palm and pressed it on Scorpion Tail's angry and trembling shoulders.

"Scorpion Tail, I know you have tried your best."

"Remember there is nothing wrong with hatred, but don't let it get to your head."

"As the leader of the tribe, you are the one who still needs to remain calm even when charging into battle."

"After all, Black Bone is the last tribal leader of the Horned Serpent Tribe. He shed the last drop of blood for the tribe and should not be insulted lightly."

Scorpion Tail took a few deep breaths and said in a low voice: "I understand, High Priest."

The old priest looked at Scorpion Tail and saw that most of the latter's anger had indeed dissipated.

Finally he nodded with some satisfaction.

"Do you have any plans in mind for the candidate to transform into a totem warrior?"

"It is best to select the newcomers who have the most outstanding combat talents in the hunting team in recent years. They have strong vitality and the success rate of transformation will be greater."

Scorpiontail thought for a long time and then reported the names of the three young warriors.

"Aren't you going to give Mandrill Yan a place? He is the only remaining descendant of the Black Bones. Could it be that you still hold a grudge against him?"

The old priest seemed to have thought of something and coughed again.

"Although Mandrill Yan's combat talent is good among the hunting team, he is not among the top three."

"And because of his father's affairs."

"Many tribesmen have great resentment towards him. If he is given an exception and a quota is given to him, I am afraid it will be difficult to convince everyone."

Scorpiontail shook his head, saying that he was not involved in personal emotions, but was considering the interests of the entire tribe.

"Oh, let's do it this way. I'll prepare the sacrificial materials, and you go tell the news to others!"

"Now the tribe needs good news to boost their morale."

The old priest collected the blood stones and poured them into a strange metal utensil in the stone room.

This metal utensil is silver-gray in color, with a square funnel at the top.

There are also many buttons in different colors on the side.

In short, at first glance, the style of painting is completely different from other primitive stone tools, straw rope weavings, etc. in the stone chamber. It is simply not a product of the same era.

When Scorpion Tail saw this scene, he looked like he was used to it.

Only the priests in the tribe can learn how to use those "witch weapons".

The next priest must know all the steps to perform the sacrifice through word of mouth before the death of the previous priest.

It is said that even if there is the slightest error in it, it will not be able to make the sacrificial spirit appear holy.

After a moment.

Scorpion Tail walked out of the cave where the high priest lived, and he summoned his tribe to a wide river valley.

Then he announced loudly that the Horned Serpent tribe was about to give birth to a totem warrior again.

"Great, there is hope for the Horned Serpent Tribe!"

"We don't have to go hungry!" "I heard that the totem warriors are stronger than tigers in the mountains and crocodiles in the river!"

"I would say what's more powerful is their vitality."

"As long as the hands and feet are not broken, even if the stomach is opened and the intestines come out, as long as you have a good sleep, you will be cured!!"

When the ordinary tribesmen heard the news announced by the tribal leader, they all showed excitement.

They spoke of the totem warriors with a deep sense of awe.

It seems that he believes from the bottom of his heart that the totem warrior is the most powerful existence in the wilderness.

"One totem warrior can easily fight against a hundred good hunters, so the only one who can deal with a totem warrior is another totem warrior!"

"I wonder who in the tribe will get this supreme honor this time. Will my boy still have a chance?"

"Hahaha, the leader of Scorpion Tail will surely announce it soon, so we can all just listen quietly!"

In the hunting team, some totem warriors with lightning strikes on their chests stood with their arms crossed.

Their aura was obviously much tougher than that of ordinary tribesmen, and they looked like ferocious humanoid beasts standing there.

Some of the totem warriors who had heirs looked worried about gains and losses.

They all want their descendants to have this power.

You must know that there are many hunters in the horned snake tribe's hunting team who think they have the qualifications to become totem warriors.

A few years ago, the Horned Snake tribe could hold an annual sacrificial ceremony.

These people are probably already totem warriors.

Now, after several years, there is finally another opportunity to be promoted to a totem warrior and gain powerful power. No one wants to miss it.

"Sand Thorn, Crow Feather, and Crocodile Tooth, you three, get ready and come with me tomorrow to worship the spirit in the Thunder Pond!"

Scorpiontail looked around at everyone in the tribe.

Finally, among countless longing eyes, he raised his hand and pointed out three young men with strong skills.

The young hunters who were selected were naturally overjoyed.

More hunters who were not selected felt as if they were struck by lightning, and their faces darkened.

Because anyone with a little bit of brains can see it.

Based on the current situation of the Horned Snake Tribe, it may be a long time before the next sacrificial ceremony is held.

However, with strong blood and strong vitality, the time suitable for becoming a totem warrior is actually only a few years.

If there are no unexpected circumstances, if you miss it, you will almost never have the opportunity in your life.

in the crowd.

A thin, dark-skinned young man with an extremely pale face.

He held a stone ax tightly in his hand and stared at Scorpion Tail's face on the high platform, trying to discern something from it.

And this young man is the descendant of the previous tribal leader Hei Gu, and his name is Mandrill Yan.

Mandrill Yan now wanted to stand out from the crowd and question Xie Wei.

Asked him if it was because he resented Black Bone's defeat and was also hostile to himself as the son of Black Bone.

That's why he deliberately excluded himself from being promoted to a totem warrior.

"If I can't become a totem warrior, how can I get the strength to avenge my father? Do I have to hide in a cave all my life and rely on the protection of my tribe?"

Mandrill roared crazily in his heart, anger and resentment like a strong fire burning his nerves.

But the last bit of calmness told him.

If he broke his face and openly opposed the tribe leader's order at this moment.

Not only will it not change anything, it will also completely lose the right to speak in the tribe and be excluded by everyone.

Not long after, Mandrill saw that Scorpion Tail had finished announcing the news and already had plans to send everyone away.

He knew he had to do something quickly.

"Uncle Scorpion Tail, I remember that every time I promoted totem warriors, there were at least seven or eight places available."

"Why only three this time?"

Mandrill Yan licked his dry lips and finally couldn't help but speak.

Although he called Scorpion Tail in a relatively calm tone.

But when the other tribesmen heard this question, they all looked strange, and they didn't understand what the son of black bones was thinking.

"It has nothing to do with you how many people participate in the sacrificial ceremony."

"And you should call me leader. I don't want to remind you of this a second time."

Hearing this, Scorpion Tail turned his face slightly and glanced at Mandrill Yan, but his expression did not change significantly.

"Yes, leader Scorpion Tail."

Mandrill was silent for a moment, bowed slightly to apologize, and then continued:
"But I think you may have misunderstood. I didn't mean anything else."

"I just want to know."

"Is the reduction in quota related to blood stones? If I can take out some blood stones, can I be qualified to be promoted to a totem warrior?"

Scorpion Tail didn't look back this time. He just snorted before leaving and said, "The sacrificial ceremony will be held tomorrow."

"If you can come up with enough bloodstones to promote two totem warriors before the ceremony begins, then why not add one of you!"

"Thank you, Chief Scorpion Tail, for your advice."

After Mandrill Yan finished speaking, he ignored the strange looks from the tribesmen.

As if he couldn't hear the various sneers coming from the corner, he held the stone ax and turned around and walked towards the depths of the mountains alone.

A totem warrior looked at the back of the former leader's son, sighed and shook his head, not knowing how to persuade him.

After all, that is a share of blood stones that requires the entire clan to collect for several years.

Trying to take it out before tomorrow is completely fanciful and unrealistic.

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However, late that night, there was a knock on the old priest's stone chamber.

When the old priest came out and took a look, he was shocked.

Because there was a bloody man standing at the door. After looking carefully, he realized that this man was the son of Black Bone, Mandrill Yan.

Mandrill was now covered in scars, and one of his arms was hanging weakly.

His remaining hand was clutching a blood-red crystal.

The slippery liquid stained on the crystal was now unclear whether it was blood or dew.

"My child, such a big piece of blood stone is probably enough to hold a big sacrifice. Where did you get it from?"

The old priest's figure trembled, and his old hands tremblingly took the blood-red crystal.

Then he kept stroking it, as if he had obtained a unique treasure.

I saw that the material of this blood-red crystal was the same as the blood stone fragments that Scorpion Tail took out earlier.

But it was much larger and more complete, about the size of a human head.

At first glance, there are even countless blood-red energy sparks flowing in the crystal.

"From an open pit... strip mine."

After Zhu Yan said this in a hoarse voice, his feet went weak and he fainted completely.

"What, the open-pit mine has already been occupied by the Qiu Mu tribe."

"You actually dared to mine bloodstone secretly, and you were lucky enough to find such a huge piece!"

The old priest took a breath when he heard this.

As an old man, he instantly knew that this matter was of great importance, and it must have attracted the attention of the Qiu Mu tribe.

But this large blood stone is the hope for the entire Horned Serpent tribe to rise again, and it must not be given up.

Thinking of this, the old priest quickly called Scorpion Tail and the others and asked them to carry the heavy "witchcraft" directly.

He had to process the sacrificial materials on the way.

Because the sacrificial ceremony cannot wait until tomorrow.

This large blood stone must be transformed into a totem warrior immediately to increase the combat power of the tribe!
　There should be 4K in the evening. I want to write the new apocalyptic world more completely, so I’ll lay the groundwork before the protagonist appears.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)