"It's coercion. ”

"Coercion?" Gongliang looked dazed.

Wu nodded and said, "It's coercion." It's something intangible, it's hard to describe. For example, the fear of the inferior to the superior. Although there is an element of fear in the hearts of the inferior, there is also the majestic oppression of the superior. This kind of majestic oppression is coercion. It's as if the little beast saw the beast crawling on the ground and didn't dare to move. ”

"Oh," Listening to Wu's explanation, Gongliang understood.

Wu said again: "Didn't you say that you want to leave the tribe and see the outside world? This time there is a chance, if you really want to go out, you have to prepare in advance." ”

Opportunity?

The public conscience wondered that he could go out if he wanted to, and what other opportunities he needed.

Wu didn't explain to him, and continued to bury his head in writing.

Gongliang couldn't get an answer and had to leave.

Yuhan waited for him to leave before he snorted at his back. Wu glanced up, smiled, and began to write again.

The herd of beasts crossing the river had already come ashore and began to walk up the slope in front of the gate. When the beasts approached the gate, the Yanbe warriors shot one after another, either throwing spears and axes or shooting arrows. Suddenly, flesh and blood flew and corpses strewn across the gate. The fierce beasts that were climbing the slope below were frightened by the tragic scene in front of the gate of the village and did not dare to step forward.

Seeing this, the Yanbe warriors quickly opened the gate of the fortress and quickly cleaned up the corpses of the fierce beasts that died in front of the gate.

The smell of bloody blood stimulated the beast to go berserk, and its eyes were blood-red.

As there are more and more fierce beasts crossing the river, there are more and more fierce beasts gathering under the slope of the walled gate. They seem to regard the people in the Yanbu as food, and their eyes look over from time to time, and let out a long and fierce howl.

A group of red-maned tusked pigs the size of a small mountain finally couldn't hold back and rushed up.

The speed was extremely fast, and in an instant, the "bang" crashed into the walled gate, making a loud sound like a landslide and cracking, and the walled gate was violently shaken.

"Quick, get the logs and hold them up. ”

The Yanbe warriors who were watching the excitement in front of the walled gate hurriedly picked up a log from the side to hold the walled gate, so that they could withstand the second wave of impact of the big red-maned tusked pig on the hill.

At this time, the Yanbe warriors standing on the walled wall shot one after another. The red-maned tusked pig has rough skin and thick meat, and there is a thick mud armor condensed by mud on the body, and it is difficult for spears and arrows to shoot into it from the outside.

As soon as the little leader went, he burned the blood of the Yanwen essence, and took advantage of the strength on his body to attack the weak position on the red-maned tusked pig with a weapon in hand.

For a time, the red-maned tusked pig was cut to blood, and howled bitterly.

The Yanbe warriors on the walled wall were worried that the red-maned fanged pig would go berserk, and they jumped down to help. In a short time, a herd of red-maned tusks was slaughtered.

These are just two small temptations.

As the fierce beasts on the shore gathered more and more, the blood in front of the gate of the village attracted the attention of the beasts like the aroma of delicious food, and finally they couldn't help it, and the beasts roared and rushed towards the gate of the village.

This time it's not a small bunch, but a large group of fierce beasts, all breeds.

The warriors standing on the wall suddenly became nervous, looking at the beasts, holding their longbows one by one, grasping their spears and axes, just waiting for the beasts to get closer.

Close, close, 100 meters, 80 meters, 70 meters, 60 meters, 50 meters......

In an instant, arrows, spears, and axes flew out like lightning, pouring down like rain on the beasts, and in just a moment, the beasts fell into a heap. But death didn't stop them, they went even more insane. After all, the warriors on the walled wall were limited, and the fierce beasts that had not been killed crashed into the gate of the walled wall, making a loud noise. The warriors behind him used logs to resist stubbornly, not daring to relax for a moment.

Some agile beasts climbed directly onto the gate of the fortress and ran into the Yanbu.

At this time, the warriors gathered in front of the gate came in handy, and one by one they picked up their weapons and slashed at the fierce beasts that ran into the tribe.

Occasionally, one or two fish slipped through the net and ran into the tribe, but before they could go twenty meters, they were hit by a wisp of dark blue flames, and they fell to the ground in an instant, dead cleanly.

This battle did not end until nightfall.

In front of the gate of the wall, there was a river of blood, the corpses of fierce beasts were everywhere, and the stumps and broken arms, flesh and blood, and internal organs could be seen everywhere. The heavy smell of blood wafted over Yanbu for a long time.

After nightfall, two bonfires are lit in front of the wall, and the blazing flames illuminate the oblique waves outside the gate.

Seeing that the beasts were no longer coming up, the Yanbe warriors began to clean up the battlefield, bringing the edible beast corpses back to the tribe, and throwing them directly below to feed the beasts if they could not be used. Working together, combined with the strength of the two people of Yanbu and Mabe, they quickly cleaned up the corpses of the fierce beasts outside the gate of the village. Everyone also brought spring water from the village to wash the slope outside the gate of the village, so as not to attract the pungent smell of blood to the fierce beasts.

At night, bonfires around Yanbe illuminate the entire tribe.

During the daytime defense, many Yanbe warriors were injured, and a few warriors unfortunately died, but they also harvested a lot of fierce beast flesh and blood.

So, at night, Wu performed sacrifices in the ancestral temple.

The corpses of the huge beasts were placed in the ancestral temple, because there were too many, so they couldn't fit inside, so they had to be placed outside.

The Yanbu people gathered in the ancestral temple, listening to the witch chanting the mysterious words, wisps of green smoke continued to pour from the head of the fierce beast into the ancestral god Yan fire on the stone pillar of the main hall, and the flame of the word "Yan" burned fiercely, reflecting the red face of the people.

Gongliang has always been very interested in the green smoke flying past, so he watched it carefully, and his mind sank into it unconsciously, drifting towards the stone pillar with the green smoke.

The green smoke poured into the flames, and was not absorbed by the flames on the stone pillars, but followed the flames of the stone pillars downward.

Keep going down.

After a while, an open space suddenly appeared in front of him, and there was nothing in it, except for a dark black wood in the middle, and a dark blue flame on it danced slightly.

The blue smoke that floated from the beast's skull was sucked up by the blue flames.

The public conscience came with the green smoke, and he clearly saw everything below, and he found that the flames on the black wood seemed to be conscious, and they actually looked at him.

He retreated in fright, but the blue flames followed, wrapping around him and incinerating him. The scorching flames seemed to burn not only his body, but also his soul. But somehow, a circle of ice crystal jade dew appeared on his head, and whenever he was burned to death by the dark blue flames, there would always be a burst of cool and moisturizing on the ice crystal jade dew circle, so that he could always stay awake.

How so?

"Ahh Yes... Ahh

Gongliang screamed in pain.

"Smack"

Suddenly, he felt that he had been slapped hard, and suddenly woke up, but found that he was still in the ancestral temple, but the people inside had gone, and the fierce beasts that were worshiped had also been removed, leaving him alone here to touch his body, looking like he was in pain.

The person who patted him was a witch.

Gongliang felt very embarrassed, his gesture and his voice were too embarrassing in this ancestral temple.

It's just that it feels so clear and unforgettable, what the hell is going on?

Then I have dreamed too many things in the past few days, and yesterday I dreamed that I was sitting at home, and my eyes could see through the stone wall to Uncle Dashi's house?

Just as I was thinking about it, I suddenly felt dizzy and fainted.