The Emperor is Above

Chapter 135 The priest and the clan leader are truly incomparable (80 average subscription plus more)

Dark night, blazing bonfire.

Under the flickering flames, the totem tattoos on the faces of the wild people looked particularly hideous.

From time to time, the wild warriors would fight fiercely for the barbecue. Both sides would punch each other like enemies, but after the fight they would pat each other on the shoulders and sit around the campfire to continue chatting and laughing.

There are also some tough wild men who don't like to eat barbecue, so they simply cut the throats of the captured prey and drink the boiling blood directly. Then they skin the prey and tear off pieces of bloody raw meat to eat directly.

Seeing this scene, Gongsun Wu couldn't help but frown and muttered in a low voice: "What a bunch of barbarians who eat raw meat, drink blood, cut their hair and tattoo themselves."

Qing Yi knew that in the past, when the barbarians in Daze looted the capital of Xing State, they would often deliberately eat raw flesh and blood, or even drink human blood, in order to intimidate Xing State's nobles and ministers as well as the common people, creating a horrible image of themselves as cannibals, thereby undermining the morale of the military and civilians.

In the past, I had only heard that the people in the Oze had such a dietary custom of eating raw meat and drinking blood. Now seeing this scene with my own eyes, it is really unbearable to watch.

In the firelight, the barbarian warriors with tattoos all over their faces were gulping down blood. The blood flowed out from the corners of their mouths and kept dripping onto their bodies. They were too lazy to even wipe the blood off. They kept putting pieces of raw meat into their mouths and chewing them, like evil spirits in hell eating raw human flesh.

"Commander Zhongsheng, those guys have been acting weird recently. The clan leader asked us to come here, but we have been waiting here for several days without any further action. How long do we have to wait?"

A burly junior totem warrior suddenly dropped the barbecue in his hand and stood up abruptly.

They are nine feet tall and look exceptionally sturdy. On their broad backs is tattooed their settlement totem, which is a horse stepping on the waves.

The big man yelled with an unhappy look on his face, "Our Water Horse Tribe is at least one of the five strongest tribes in Jiming Lake, with a population of over ten thousand and three thousand hunters. Why do we have to listen to the arrangements of this group of sneaky people?"

"What are you yelling about, you idiot? Do you think you are smarter than the elders or the clan leader?"

The intermediate totem warrior called Zhongsheng was too lazy to even raise his eyelids to look at the big man. He calmly poked the charcoal fire in front of him.

Seeing the big man who had just spoken blushing and lowering his head, not daring to say anything, Zhongsheng slowly began to explain,

"Whatever the Black Kui priests want to do, they have their own considerations and arrangements. We just need to follow their orders. Besides, how can we be considered to be waiting? If we hadn't been obediently waiting here for a few days, do you think these armors and weapons would have been in our hands so quickly?"

"hey-hey--"

The man who was scolded loudly touched his own cowhide armor and the ironwood halberd beside him, and couldn't help but grinning, "The commander is right, I have lost my patience."

The intermediate totem warrior glared at him fiercely, then looked around at the dozen or so junior totem warriors around the campfire very seriously, and warned them earnestly:
“I know that everyone has been getting impatient these days, but cooperation with Priest Hei Kui and his men is related to the long-term plan of the tribe, and we will not allow anyone to act on their own and destroy the friendly relationship between the two sides.

Five years ago, when the priests of the Black Wind Tribe came to Jiming Lake, our Water Horse Tribe was still the strongest tribe in the lake, but we failed to seize the opportunity, which led to the Black Wind Tribe finally choosing to support the Golden Rooster Tribe.

During the past four or five years, the Golden Rooster Tribe has aggressively gathered together the scattered small settlements in the swamp, and the population has rapidly expanded from the original seven or eight thousand to nearly thirty thousand now. The number of young and strong hunters alone is seven or eight thousand, making it the strongest settlement in the swamp today.

In contrast, our Water Horse Tribe has remained stagnant for the past five years, with a population of around 10,000. Our ranking has also dropped from the strongest to the top five. Whenever the tribe leader mentions this, he regrets it.

Fortunately, our ancestors did not abandon our Shuima tribe. At the beginning of this year, the Black Kui priest actually found our Shuima tribe to form an alliance. Although he is only a mid-level priest, he is backed by the famous Cat Ghost God. It is said that he is particularly powerful in the wealthy areas of Zhongzhou. "

Hearing this, more than a dozen junior totem warriors nodded in agreement, "That's right. Tens of thousands of weapons and armors were given away without any delay. The reputation of the Cat Ghost God for being rich and powerful is well-deserved."

Zhong Sheng couldn't help but laugh. "So, the Golden Rooster Tribe was lucky before, and it quickly became stronger by holding on to the thighs of the Black Wind Tribe. Fortunately, our Water Horse Tribe is not bad either, so this is our luck. I won't hide it from you guys. This time, the Black Kui priest has transferred us brothers from the tribe leader to attack a sergeant's vassal land called Guqiu. When the time comes, we must deal with the enemy cleanly and neatly, and don't lose face for our Water Horse Tribe."

"Haha, Commander Zhongsheng, is Priest Hei Kui using a butcher knife to kill a chicken?"

A junior totem warrior couldn't help but laugh.
"With the strength of Zhongsheng leading the intermediate totem warriors, as well as our dozen or so primary totem warriors and these five hundred hunters, even the senior sergeant Fengtu can be easily defeated, let alone the small sergeant Fengtu."

In the bushes not far away, Qing Yi understood what he heard.

He first killed a junior servant of the Cat Ghost God at Pig Hill, and then defeated a mid-level servant at Solitary Hill. Even the Cat Ghost God priests were unsure of his own strength.

Taking advantage of the cooperation between the Cat Ghost Cult and the Water Horse Tribe of the Great Lake Wild Folks, they dispatched more than 500 wild folk warriors to attack Guqiu, as a pathfinder for them to test the overall strength of Guqiu.

However, Qing Yi really couldn't understand why the cat ghost and god priests kept staring at him and wouldn't let go, as he clearly didn't do anything big. He just took Tun Shigu over.

At this time, a junior totem warrior asked in confusion: "Commander Zhongsheng, I also know the important events of the tribe. It is to cooperate with the Divine Religion to plunder the capital of Xing State during the autumn harvest and cause chaos in the heart of Xing State. This is what we should pay the most attention to.

Why did Priest Hei Kui and his men have to keep their eyes on a small sergeant's tomb? Could it be that there is some treasure in this tomb that they must get?"

Qing Yi couldn't help but give this guy a thumbs up in his heart.

The intermediate totem warrior named Zhongsheng couldn't help but show a proud look on his face: "At first I didn't understand the intentions of the Black Kui priest and the clan leader, but later I understood the location of the solitary hill.

It is said that the vassal of Xinghou who was granted the fiefdom of Guqiu was an unlucky fool. He originally offered a set of spring farming tools that could help the State of Xing become stronger, but was inexplicably drawn into the vortex of struggle between Xinghou and other nobles.

Therefore, even though he had made such great contributions, the nobles of Xing State were angry with him and granted him the fiefdom of Guqiu, a place only ten miles away from the big lake.

The nearest vassal of Lonely Hill is more than 40 miles away, so it is isolated and helpless. Even if we hang this unfortunate child on a tree and make dried meat, the Marquis of Xing will not know that his vassal is dead. "

“Hahahaha——” More than a dozen junior totem warriors laughed unscrupulously.

Qing Yi clenched his fists tightly in the darkness. Even the common people knew this truth, so how could you gentlemen not understand it?
They actually all understand it and are just taking advantage of the situation.

However, Qing Yi did not make any move. He still listened quietly to the explanation of the intermediate totem warrior. These news from the people of Daze were too important to him and to the entire Guqiu.

The intermediate totem warrior also laughed and said loudly in a boastful tone: "You all know that the Black Wind Tribe and the Cat Ghost Cult jointly convened a meeting of all the tribes in Daze last month.

When the tribe leader and I went to attend the alliance meeting of the Daze tribes, I saw the map drawn by the Black Wind Priest and the Black Kui Priest, and suddenly realized that the place of Solitary Hill was indeed very important.

The Jiming Lake is hundreds of miles long from north to south, but Guqiu is right in the middle of the west bank of the lake. The harvest season is the best time to rob the people of Xing, and we need a place to store the looted property.

Therefore, Guqiu is the best location. If our Shuima tribe can cooperate with Heikui priest to capture Guqiu in advance, we can not only get more armor and weapons from Heikui priest and others, but also continue to expand the population of the tribe.

We can also use Guqiu as a base for our Water Horse Tribe. When the autumn harvest comes, we can head 40 miles west from Guqiu to the wealthy capital of Xing State. The seized property can also be transported along the nearby river to Guqiu for storage.

Even if the Marquis of Xing desperately mobilizes his army to counterattack, we can still quickly enter the Jiming Lake by boat from Guqiu. The Black Kui priest and the clan leader are truly extraordinary."

(End of this chapter)