Fiona is an obsessive-compulsive disorder, either don't do it, or do it to do your best, and Chu Ci's character of coping with it is exactly two extremes.

Chu Ci thought that the chief's inauguration ceremony was over, but in fact, there was still one last step left.

Normally, being a chief now is nothing more than putting on shoulder pads, waving the battle flag and shouting twice, and finally letting the tribal warriors get a little high.

But in fact, the original chieftain appointment ceremony was very grand, in the darkest period, the barbarian chieftain's appointment ceremony was particularly cumbersome, especially the viewing ceremony, it was necessary to invite foreign people with heads and faces to participate in the ceremony, after all, at that time, the double-flowered red stick that fought against the creatures of another space was the barbarian.

And in the ceremony, who has to say what, how other people take over, what position in the tribe stands, etc., as well as sacrificial activities, in short, a day basically passes, as if the king ascended the throne.

Fiona is a serious human race, and she doesn't know these things at all, let alone her, even the old guys of the big chief tribe don't know much about these things, after all, they were all a long, long time ago.

Fiona didn't know, but there was someone in the camp who knew about it, and it was the little old man called "Scholar", Wocha.

Everyone, Wocha can't even beat three inches, if it's useless to talk about some evil crooked ways, this old man is definitely the number one on the mainland.

In the camp, Wocha is good to everyone, except for Chu Ci, no matter what questions others ask, even if the barbarian children ask how to throw the mud far away, they will patiently explain.

Wocha's knowledge is all-encompassing, including the content of religious activities in history, and the barbarian chieftain also knows a little about the rites of his ordination, it just so happens that Fiona has been asking about this in the last few days, and then the two of them have been sneaking around in the room all night, and the next morning, Fiona is satisfied, and Wocha rubs his old waist and his face is tired.

The two of them studied the ceremony of the inauguration of the barbarian chieftain for the night.

So when Chu Ci thought that he had finally survived, Fiona's cold voice sounded again.

"Please keep your chiefs silent and follow me to worship the five ancestors. ”

As soon as Fiona's voice fell, many of the chiefs were stunned, even the big chieftain.

"What the hell is it to sacrifice the five ancestors?" Chu Ci was speechless: "It's almost there, I still have to go back to the house to sleep... I went back to the house and read a book. ”

Fiona glared at Chu Ci fiercely, and the latter was just about to fight, when the big chief suddenly cried, and the tears fell one by one, and the chiefs behind him did the same, crying silently.

Fiona's apricot eyes glared: "Silence!"

A group of strong men in the wasteland with big shoulders and round waists immediately closed their mouths tightly, as if Fiona was their mother-in-law

Wollaston's eyes were red, and he came to Fiona, full of excitement.

"Honorable Her Royal Highness, the eldest princess of Versailles of the human race, may I ask, you, what you just said... Is it the Five Ancestors?"

"Yes, please come with me. Fiona finished expressionlessly, then turned and walked to the back.

A group of chiefs suddenly became at a loss and hesitated.

In the end, the Great Chief gritted his teeth, waved at everyone, and followed.

Soon, everyone came to a specially divided area, which was actually a clearing, with five stone tablets in the middle, each of which had a pattern on it, namely a giant bear under the full moon, a giant wolf with fangs under the crescent moon, a red eagle by the scorching sun, a red snake in the rainstorm, and a barbarian battle flag.

Chu Ci followed behind, and after inquiring with Old George, who was also very excited, he understood what the so-called sacrifice to the five ancestors meant.

In fact, it's almost the same as ancestor worship, if it is changed to the earth, this kind of thing is normal, but on the side of the barbarians, it has basically not been carried out since the end of the dark age.

The Giant Bear represents the ancestors of the Moon Bear Tribe, the Fanged Giant Wolf represents the ancestors of the Wolf Tooth Tribe, the Red Eagle represents the Blood Eagle Tribe, the Red Snake represents the Red Snake Tribe, and the Barbarian Battle Banner represents the Great Chief Tribe.

Don't look at the fact that there are less than 10,000 people in the wasteland now divided into dozens of tribes, in fact, all the barbarians come from these five tribes, tracing the origin of the barbarians in the wasteland, there were only these five tribes back then, so to speak, now the barbarians have one and one count, and their ancestors all come from these five tribes.

Under normal circumstances, the god of war can not be worshipped, but the ancestors have to worship, this is common sense.

But the barbarians of the wasteland really haven't worshipped, for no other reason, one word, poor.

It's like the Chinese people on the earth worship their ancestors, pay tribute, burn paper, and then report the situation of their own generation, and thank the ancestors for creating living conditions for future generations.

But the barbarians have always been very poor, the poor can't afford to wear pants, where to get tribute, especially the ancestral monument, or have to be made of a very rare ore, plus this kind of thing is very serious, all have to follow the rules, no tribute, no ancestral monument, don't understand the procedure, this job can't be done, even if it's licking your face to make a broken wooden brand, that's not good, you can't nag about it, what to say to the ancestors, saying that the poor can't even burn the newspaper for you now?

In the world, even the ancestors did not go to worship, so you can imagine how ashamed this group of people is.

A group of chiefs looked at the Five Ancestors Monument with tears in their eyes.

This area is similar to the cemetery, overgrown with weeds, but that's actually what you want.

The little old man, Wocha, walked up to Fiona and cleared his throat: "Chiefs, please, remove the obstacles. ”

With that, several warriors placed their delicate shovels in front of the chiefs.

The Great Chief and Wollaston looked at each other, nodded heavily, wiped their tears, picked up the shovel, and began to weed, and the other chiefs did the same, bowing their heads, kneeling on the ground, weeping, and began to clear the weeds, and the tears began to crackle again.

According to the ancient tradition of the barbarians, the first step in worshipping the five ancestors is to sweep the surrounding weeds, trees, sticks, etc., to express respect for the ancestors and their own humility.

Chu Ci outside yawned when he looked at it.

He didn't like this kind of formalization the most, and he didn't want to get involved.

Of course, if you want to participate, you can't participate, and the ancestor of the barbarian clan is not his ancestor, so it doesn't matter.

After weeding, the little old man Wocha shouted again: "Tribute." ”

The soldiers came with planks on their shoulders.

There were five large wooden planks, and on each wooden board were slaughtered pigs, wild horse heads, six kinds of wild fruits, a barrel of fine ale, and a black iron shoulder guard.

The chiefs began to cry again, even old George.

Chu Ci felt that this group of poor ghosts were crying, but it was actually because of shame and gratitude.

"Silence!" the chief roared, and then stood in five rows with the chiefs, and after standing according to their age, they carried the planks to the different stone tablets.

Wocha shouted angrily, "Burn the candle." ”

Ten thick candles were delivered, two in front of a stone tablet, and the number one god of the wasteland choked up and lit all the candles, kneeling with the chiefs again.

A group of barbarian children came with five large buckets and placed them next to the five stone tablets.

The chiefs stepped forward in turn, put their trembling hands into the bucket of water, and carefully wiped their hands and faces.

After a while, the buckets of water were all black, and one person washed off at least half a catty of ash.

The clean-wiped chiefs prostrate in front of the stele, crossed their hands over their chests, and kissed the stele.

It is worth mentioning that outside the cemetery, in addition to Chu Ci and a group of foreign aid who are not barbarians, Barbarian Page is also standing here with a complicated face.

Chu Ci teased: "Isn't your mother a barbarian, why don't you go in." ”

Paige's nose was crooked, and in the end, he didn't look over, too lazy to say anything to Chu.

The barbarians belong to a social structure that is male and female, if Paige's father is a barbarian and his mother is a giant, he can participate in ancestor worship, but unfortunately not, so he can only look at it directly.

Wocha was the most soft-hearted, looked at Chu Ci and said: "The chief of the hero tribe is qualified to accept foreign beliefs in the god of war in the wasteland, as long as you give Page the right to believe in the god of war in the wasteland, he can worship the five ancestors." ”

Chu Ci pursed his lips: "I have a Mao relationship." ”

Wocha kicked Chu Ci's ass: "Bastard, why is your mind always so narrow-minded, remove the shoulder pads and let Page kiss it, quickly." ”

Chu Ci found out that Wocha is a bad person.

Rolling his eyes, Chu Ci took off the shoulder pads that symbolized the identity of the chief, and threw them in front of Page angrily: "Dear, hurry up, don't drool." ”

Page wept bitterly and kowtowed three times at the little old man, Wocha.

Chu Ci is even more depressed, Lao Tzu gave you the right to worship your ancestors, what are you doing to kowtow to others, if you want to kowtow, you will kowtow to me.

Paige knelt taller than Wocha stood, but the latter reached out and rubbed Paipa's big bald head.

In order to make the little old man feel more comfortable, Page lowered his body again.

Wocha patted Page on the shoulder and smiled kindly, "Go ahead, kid." ”

Page nodded emphatically and crawled all the way into the cemetery to find the ancient tribe to which his mother's generation belonged.

Wocha glared at Chu Ci again, and followed up to preside over the next step.

"What's the matter with this old man. Chu Ci looked at Fiona next to him: "Why don't you like me in the whole camp?"

Fiona scoffed, "Because you're amazing." ”

"Huh?"

Chu Ci was confused, thinking that Fiona was joking.

Fiona didn't explain, so she took little Terry and went to the side to watch the ceremony.

In fact, Fiona was really not joking, it was precisely because Chu Ci was so "powerful" that Wocha didn't like him.

Wocha knows better than anyone that the Wolf Tooth Tribe can be said to have been created by Chu Ci single-handedly, and he even doubts that Chu Ci can change the Great Wasteland and change all barbarian races.

The strength of the barbarians is undoubtedly a threat to the human race.

And Wocha didn't know that Chu Ci was an earthling, and the old man thought that Chu Ci was a human race.

But such an outstanding Terran does not help the Terran on the territory of the Terran, but runs to the Great Wasteland to help the Barbarians, this is not a traitor.

It's not so much that Wocha hates Chu Ci, it's that the little old man is too sorry, and it is a pity that Chu Ci, an excellent Terran, doesn't serve his fellow Terrans but goes to the Great Wasteland to help foreign races develop.

Chu Ci, who was standing in place, didn't bother to delve into this matter.

Old man, most of them have strange tempers, just ignore them.

Looking at the lively Chu Ci, I found an interesting thing, the clan genealogy of the barbarians is really messy.

Pickerman, the chief of the Blood Eagle Tribe, was actually born in the Wolf Tooth Tribe, and the old chief was actually born in the most noble Great Chieftain tribe in the Darkest Ages, and the same is true for the chiefs of other tribes.

Yan Entropy, who was very bored, yawned and asked, "Why don't we join in the fun?" ”

"What's there to make up for this, besides, do you know who your ancestors are? ”

"I don't know, I don't know who my parents are, let alone my ancestors... ”

Speaking of this, Yan Entropy paused, his eyes lit up and said: "From a scientific point of view, my parents are a cultivation tank, do you want to set up a monument for the cultivation tank, and if there is nothing to do in the future, I can also worship it?"

"Why don't you worship a placenta,. Chu Ci said helplessly: "The cultivation tank is not counted, it has to be flesh and blood." ”

"Then no, I belong to the android, what about you, what about your parents?"

Chu Ci scratched his head: "I don't know either." ”

Yan Entropy thought for a while and proposed: "It's okay if you don't have a father, don't you still have a second uncle, or you can set up a monument for Chu Laicai, let's pay respects." ”

Chu Ci had a black line: "He's not dead yet." ”

"Shall you not die in the future? ”

Chu Ci: "... ”