It was originally a quiet grove, but it was made smoky by this noisy sound, and it lost a lot of beauty. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

With doubts, Zheng Fei and Santiago stood on tiptoe in unison, hoping to see clearly, but there were too many people around there, and they couldn't see it.

"They...... Is it a horse race?" Santiago speculated.

"There are no horses in the mountains. Zheng Fei frowned, and driven by strong curiosity, he walked almost there.

"Whew!"

The leader snorted, glared at him and motioned for him not to wander, then raised his strong arm and pointed to a large stone house beside the guide, which was a mansion against the backdrop of the small cabin.

That's where the Great Elder lives, and the Great Elder is the supreme ruler here.

There is no king here, because there is no war in the mountains, naturally there is no war exploits, and it is impossible to be crowned a king by virtue of war exploits.

As the saying goes, there are no rules, and the Spartans were very disciplined, so the growing Spartan tribe was faced with a problem, that is, how to determine the ruler to manage the order.

Like the savage tribe, whoever has the best fighting power will be the leader? Obviously, no.

The leader of the wildlings must be athletic and able to contribute greatly to hunting and fighting, so that the tribe can survive the brutal competition.

Unlike Sparta, they did not have to worry about surviving in this happy land, and what they needed was a leader with great talent to lead them to recuperate and prepare for the conquest of the European continent to regain their strength.

And the Great Elder is the wisest person, and at the same time, he is also the one who is recognized by the clan as the closest to God and who receives the light of God.

Every baby is carried to the Great Elder for examination when he lands on the ground, and the Great Elder throws him away when he thinks he is unhealthy, precisely because people have unconditional trust in the Great Elder.

In the hearts of the descendants of Sparta, the status of the Great Elder is second only to one person......

Oh no, it's a god - Ares, the god of war, the faith left by the ancestors!

The token in Zheng Fei's hand is the Death of Ares, a sacred weapon of the gods that was considered by the Spartans to be scattered in the world thousands of years ago.

The seemingly innocuous bone necklace was a source of eternal power in the eyes of the Spartans, and it was a certain monarch at that time who used it to gain supreme status, leading Sparta to slaughter and conquer countless battles.

......

Zheng Fei glanced at the relatively magnificent building, thinking that there was probably a leader living there.

There is a saying that people have to bow their heads under the eaves, this is the territory of Sparta, and it is better not to disobey the will of others.

So he could only suppress his curiosity about the noisy crowd and follow the leader.

However, before he could take two steps, the leader stopped, with a hint of confusion between his brows, and turned his head to stare at the crowd as if looking for someone.

Soon, his mouth opened wide in surprise and his brow was gratifying.

"Putalato Meyerslin ......," he muttered, sounding like a spell.

Immediately, he excitedly beckoned to Zheng Fei to follow quickly, and he ran towards the crowd quickly.

Zheng Fei's curiosity grew stronger and stronger, what was it that had such a strong attraction to the Spartans? The scene in front of him gradually developed an inexplicable attraction to him, as if a force was pushing his body.

After a moment, he left Santiago and ran over, and Santiago muttered a few words at his reaction and hurried to catch up.

The closer you go, the louder the noise.

At this time, Zheng Fei recognized that the seemingly chaotic commotion was actually a rhythmic encouragement, and the crowd was cheering for the people in the circle, and the most exciting shouts burst out from the bottom of his heart.

It is a large pit with a diameter of 100 meters, and the edge of the pit is guarded with wooden fences to prevent people from falling, because if they do, they may not be able to get out.

On the periphery of the pit, there was a high platform, similar to a watchtower but much more spacious, and three or five people stood on it, quietly watching the situation in the pit, as if smiling.

The people on the high platform, both in clothing and demeanor, are very different from ordinary people, and it can be seen that they should be the "nobles" among the Spartans.

The eldest of them all, the Supreme Ruler, the Great Elder.

Compared with the so-called Great Elder, Zheng Fei was more concerned about what was going on in the pit.

It was impossible to squeeze into the strong Spartan crowd, listening to the increasingly strong cheering voices of the people, looking at their radiant appearance, desperate, Zheng Fei could only ask Santiago to hold himself up.

Faced with this request, Santiago raised two fingers and said with a sly smile: "Then you will give me two hundred silver coins when you go out." ”

"Don't bother, you can give you 20,000!" Zheng Fei urged him to hurry up, for fear of missing the show.

"Haha, deal!"

Zheng Fei's weight of more than 100 catties was easily lifted by Santiago and sat on his shoulders.

I hope people won't misunderstand our relationship when they see this...... Zheng Fei prayed silently and wiped his face.

With Santiago's help, he was able to see everything clearly beyond the countless moving heads and into the pit.

If you can't see the details, that's okay, we still have binoculars.

The first thing you see is a pit within a pit.

In the center of the pit with a diameter of 100 meters, a small pit with a diameter of 10 meters was dug, what is its function?

It is used to prevent the people inside from escaping.

At this moment, there were two bloodstained people in the small pit, holding sharp blades facing each other, their eyes were empty and vicious, and there were more than a dozen corpses lying at their feet, all of which had been stabbed with countless knives.

The scene, bloody and cruel.

The miserable situation made Zheng Fei instantly think of a word - the sacrifice of Ifrit.

There is a sleeping warrior in everyone's heart, and if you can awaken this sleeping warrior, you will be able to overcome this fear and recreate the sacrifice of Ifrit, which can destroy the wall of limits.

Legend has it that the gladiators in the ancient Roman arena, when they fought without fear of death and were on the verge of death, they would hear a kind of war drum, and all the warriors who heard this drum would no longer fight for hatred, no longer fight for victory or defeat, and even no longer fight for themselves, and some only have the fighting spirit of preferring to die rather than stop.

At this time, they will receive the ultimate power beyond the inexplicability of all the logic of thought in this world, as if their lives were dedicated to the god of battle, and this festival was called "the sacrifice of Ifrite" by the ancient Roman warriors.

It is the dream of every true warrior, except that it is a blood sacrifice, a blood sacrifice that cannot end without death.

Even though it is a legend of ancient Rome, it is still appropriate for Sparta in ancient Greece. (To be continued.) )