My name is Ren

Chapter 230 Passing through a grassland, you think you see everything, but you don’t know that you are already in everything
"Why don't you temporarily move those small tribes to the side of the big ones? With a large number of people, I'm afraid those flea-like Desi people will not easily break through your camps, let alone massacre your tribesmen without restraint. Wait for the war After it's over, those tribes that want to go out independently can just go out independently?" Charlie the Lionheart laughed, but it always gave people a scary feeling.This guy has a huge lion's head on his head, and it's always hard to make people think of him as a human being.

After the barriers of reproductive segregation were broken, many strange orcs appeared in the world, and the lion clan was one of the more powerful ones.They have the wisdom of human beings, but also retain the strong physique of beasts. In battle, we must not only guard against their fists, feet and swords, but also be careful of being bitten by them.

Charlie the Lionheart laughed a few times, looked at Tutu and the chiefs of several other big tribes, "Chiefs, maybe after the war, your tribe will exceed 10 people!"

The chiefs of many big tribes suddenly became excited. In the primitive jungle of the Salmei Mountains, the most primitive survival rules were followed, and the weak preyed on the strong.Sometimes wars between tribes may not be as fierce as the invasion of the Desi people.A defeated tribe loses all adult males, the old, the weak, and the sick, leaving behind only children under ten and women.The chief of the loser will be skinned and boned to make a battle drum, and the drumsticks used to beat the drum are two thigh bones.

The big tribes continued to annex the small tribes, and the big tribes continued to conquer each other.How to expand one's own tribe, occupy more territory, have more population and fighters, has always been the highest goal pursued by Heiman.The words of the Lionheart King were not difficult to understand, and they were right in their arms. They could annex small tribes without any war, without warriors and casualties. The chiefs of these big tribes had already made up their minds.

Their eyes on those small tribal chiefs became extremely cold at this time, and it was time for a large-scale annexation. If these people dared to jump out and oppose, then the end would be extremely miserable.

A not-so-troublesome problem was completely resolved in one sentence from Charlie the Lionheart King. Charlie the Lionheart King might not have any good intentions, because there are too many black barbarian fighters.These barbarians, who lived in the primeval jungle and competed with the world for life, were almost indistinguishable from wild beasts and were trained as warriors since childhood.Both men and women are excellent jungle hunters, and those who are unqualified have been eliminated by nature in rounds of hunting.

Hundreds of thousands of barbarians are a threat to the Orlando Empire, but at the same time they are also a trouble to the Byron Empire.Originally, these tribes were scattered in different places in the jungle. Even though there were constant wars among them, for the entire race, these wars were just a kind of "progress" that was not painful or itchy.Progress within the controllable range can only continuously enhance the quality of this race and enhance the overall combat effectiveness of the black barbarians.But when these small tribes are all attached to the big tribes, and only a few tribes with a large population base are left in the entire race, their wars will also escalate accordingly.

From small conflicts that are not painful, to tribal wars that completely wipe out a tribe, even if nothing is done, the population of the black barbarians will be reduced to a minimum in 200 years of tribal wars, until someone stands up to unify the entire tribe. Horde, become king of the barbarians.

Charlie glanced at the excited Tutu quietly with pricked pupils, and sneered in his heart. He honored Tutu as the king of the barbarians, which also laid the groundwork for the future civil war of Heiman.This group of uncivilized primitive barbarians may not necessarily submit to chiefs like Tutu. The title of barbarian king is not only not an honor, but a trigger for civil war.

But for now, it’s still too early to talk about the civil war of the Black Man. At least Ortrenburg must be captured first, and the pass will be opened to put the Byron Empire cavalry.

The chiefs, half-voluntarily and half-coerced, ordered people to return to the tribe and let their tribe move to the surroundings of the big tribe. Their hearts were bleeding, but they had to do so.Once the war is over, their good days will come to an end. The chiefs of those big tribes will never want to see a group of people who do not obey their orders in their territory. Their end will either become an ordinary barbarian, Or it was made into a drum of war, and it was always sounded.

With the "worries about the future" resolved, the progress of the war accelerated again. In less than seven days, the main force of the black barbarians had come out of the primitive jungle and stationed in a place only three days away from Ortrenburg.

At this time, in the depths of the jungle, Afro began her last effort.She knew very well that the chiefs of the major tribes at this time had been deceived by the Lionheart King Charlie of the Byron Empire, and they even did not hesitate to use their lives to gamble on an invisible future, which was also doomed to failure.She can only pin her hopes on these witch priests, at least the witch priests are naturally closer to her, she is a saint!
Hidden along the way, finally found the witch sacrifice of the Tutu tribe. When facing this witch sacrifice again, Aphrodite suddenly felt an indescribable eerie feeling.

The blue and black tattoos on the witch priest's face turned into a group of patterns that could not be seen clearly after the skin slackened. The exquisite and beautiful feathers on her head made her look a little ridiculous, and the slightly raised nose was full of stars. There are brown spots on the skin, and only occasionally a light of wisdom flashes through the slits of the squinted eyes.She was dressed in gray linen clothes that were washed to white, and she sat cross-legged on a stone plate, exuding the breath of decay and death.

She raised her eyes and glanced at Afro, who looked expectant, and shook her head, "Saint, you know very well that I can't stop such a war." With a hand like a dry chicken claw, he scratched his slack neck, and the gaps between his nails were immediately filled with layers of black putty, "And you shouldn't come back, Saintess."

Afro stood opposite the old man, with a trace of sadness on his face, "I knew we would lose, so I had to make the last effort. If it was an oracle, wouldn't it be able to stop them?"

"Oracle?", the witch priest cracked his mouth to reveal a few big yellow teeth left in his mouth and laughed, the sound of the laugh became louder and sharper, and finally he couldn't even breathe, as if Like dying at any time.She took a deep breath, forced herself to stop laughing, raised her arm to wipe the tears from the corners of her eyes, and looked at Afro with a weird look, "Saint, as a barbarian Servant, have you really heard the whispers of the gods?"

Without waiting for Afro's answer, she stood up suddenly and continued: "I have awakened the so-called blood since I was seven years old, and I was regarded as a witch sacrifice by the tribe, and I learned the wisdom left by my ancestors. ...", she raised her head and closed her eyes, pinching her fingers wildly, "It's been 81 years..." At this time, there was also a kind of sigh on her face, a kind of inexplicable sentimentality, which seemed to be self-deprecating, but also Laughing at others, he said: "In 81 years, people respected me as a witch priest, and called me a servant of a barbaric god. I also used oracles to guide my people. But saint, do you know? For 81 years, I never really I have truly heard the whispers of the gods."

There was indescribable indifference and sarcasm on her face, "I was terrified and uneasy at first, and I questioned my faith and piety. It’s not pure enough. I have self-discipline and self-cultivation, and I spent nearly 40 years to make myself more pure, more in line with the kind of person you say the gods like.”

"However, I still haven't received even a little bit of oracle. After 40 years of hard work, I not only began to question myself, but also..." She opened her mouth and laughed, and the smile was particularly creepy, "I also began to Doubt the gods!"

"In the beginning, this kind of thought made me hate myself, and I even committed suicide." She exposed her wrist and turned her face to Afro, with several dark brown scars twisting on her wrist. "At that time, other witch priests saved me. They asked me why I committed suicide. I didn't dare to say it. I could only keep my mouth shut and bury all my thoughts in my heart. Silence is like the most suitable soil for breeding doubts. Gradually, I found that , I’m not the only one who can’t listen to the oracle, all the witch sacrifices, all the witch sacrifices!”

She screamed hysterically, "All the witch priests can't listen to the oracle, that horrible idea became more and more crazy, until one day, I asked myself, if all the gods and all the oracles are fictional Are they all non-existent?" Her laughter was filled with a kind of madness that could penetrate people's hearts, and she cried again with a smile, "Wuji? Hehe, Wuji!"

She raised her head and looked at Aphrodite, "You said there is an oracle, then please show the miracle. If there is no miracle, saint, you and I are actually the same, ordinary people. In this world , where did the gods come from, where did the oracle come from?"

"If I were you, I would leave here now, leave this cage, and go back to the free world outside!"

Afuluo still wanted to work hard, but the old witch priest closed her eyes, and she finally turned all her emotions into a sigh.At the same time, there was an uncontrollable sadness in her heart. She recalled the days when she lived with Ren, and she suddenly understood everything.The so-called oracle is nothing more than a trick used by the chiefs to fool those poor people.These old witch priests use oracles to manipulate ordinary savages from time to time. Since he or they themselves know that there are no oracles in this world, but they still act with oracles, it means nothing more than a political-religious ruling method.

At this time, the "Oracle" will only tell those clansmen that this war will achieve an unprecedented victory, not a defeat.

(End of this chapter)