"This, this can't !!" An exclamation of disbelief sounded at the head of the village that was about to be daylight.

This was not Ouyang Ting shouting, but this voice was familiar to him. It's Ouyang Kun who lives in the first room at the head of the village, that is, the nightmare of the children, Uncle Kun!

"I didn't lie to you, can't you just go and see?" Ouyang Ting was stunned, and the strange chicken kicked his paws and jumped on his shoulders and raised his head towards Uncle Kun's residence.

The voice continued, sounding like it was going crazy over and over again. Ouyang Ting was in a hurry, so he naturally didn't care about arguing with it, so he turned over and hurriedly ran towards the head of the village.

By the time he arrived, there were already quite a few people standing in the small courtyard. I don't know what happened, but these people were all flushed with excitement.

"Uncle Kun, what's wrong with you!" Ouyang Ting squeezed through the crowd and saw Uncle Kun standing in the middle of it at a glance and asked with some concern.

"I, my bloodline has awakened!" Uncle Kun changed his usual dullness, and laughed with ecstatic excitement on his face: "Break through! Clan, my Ouyang clan finally has the hope of being promoted to the clan." Hahaha!"

When he said these words, Uncle Kun didn't look at Ouyang Ting. It's just like crazy, jumping and making trouble, indulging in ecstasy.

More and more people came, and the oil lamp in his hand also brightened the light of this small courtyard.

Suddenly, a voice paused Uncle Kun, who was about to faint with happiness.

I only heard that in the crowd, Xiaobao, who was still sleepy-eyed, held an oil lamp and said, "Brother Ting, when did you draw a bird on your eyebrows?"

"Bird?" Hearing this, many people turned their faces to look at Ouyang Ting with some confusion.

Birds, when did I paint that thing on my face so naively? Thinking about him, he turned his head, oh, there was a strange bird standing on my shoulder.

"Figure, totem!" A middle-aged uncle who was standing closest to him raised the oil lamp in his hand, and the light of the fire shone on Ouyang Ting's confused face.

This look was like seeing a ghost, so frightened that he didn't catch the oil lamp in his hand, and fell to the ground with a "clang".

"Let's, let me see!" Uncle Kun was not crazy at this moment, and with one hand he directly swept the people surrounding Ouyang Ting and came to him.

As if the scene just now was just an illusion, Uncle Kun returned to his previous seriousness.

I saw that after he gathered together and saw the pattern of Ouyang Ting's eyebrows, his whole body shook involuntarily.

Then he hurriedly stretched out his hand, pressed his thumb Ouyang Ting's eyebrows, and scraped it twice.

I can't scratch it off! It's not painted!

Under the light of the lamp, the seabird pattern in the center of the eyebrows actually reflected a faint pale blue.

"Really! it's really my Ouyang clan's seabird totem!" Uncle Kun laughed loudly, and in the midst of the wild laughter, he actually knelt down on the ground and shouted: "God bless Ouyang, hahaha! Hahaha..."

In Ouyang Ting's confusion, the adult clansmen around him heard that the clan and the children were all unfamiliar terms. It's not why, it's all crazy like a demon.

"Dangdang~~~"

If Uncle Kun's mad roar only woke up some people before, then the sound of the gong at this moment completely woke everyone in the Ouyang clan from their dreams in advance.

After the light of day, the ancestral hall of the tribe.

Ouyang Ting, who had been kneeling here for at least two hours, was already so hungry that his chest was pressed against his back, but he looked at Uncle Kun, who was also kneeling in front of him towards the ancestral spirit card. He didn't dare to say anything.

All the clansmen had already gathered outside the ancestral hall, and surrounded the ancestral hall, which usually only gathers during the New Year's Festival.

As the name suggests, the son of the clan.

This is the name given to those who have awakened the totemic bloodline. Each surname has its own totem, and of course, not every ethnic group is lucky enough to have an awakened totem!

This is also the root of why Uncle Kun is so out of shape after seeing Ouyang Ting's eyebrows.

It is rumored that there are 3,000 ethnic groups that exist today. Only among the Hou clans above the clan awakens the surname totem, and once this totem awakens, it means that the surname will usher in prosperity like riding the wind and waves.

There are thirty-six tribes. It is also known as the Thirty-Six Clans!

It was the awakened totem people who led their surnames to that height, not the thirty-six clans with the last surname that achieved the name of the totem.

There are nearly 3,000 ethnic groups, and there are only 36 surnames, which is so fascinating.

This, how can you not make Uncle Kun ecstatic. How can you keep your clansmen from boiling!

"Bring this on. Uncle Kun took out a headscarf from his arms and handed it to Ouyang Ting, saying, "In the future, try not to let your totem appear in the eyes of outsiders." ”

"Why?" asked Ouyang Ting as he took the turban and honestly tied it on his forehead.

"You haven't been out of the clan yet, so naturally you don't know that the people outside here are sinister! For the sake of resources, the suppression of other clans has happened from time to time. ”

Uncle Kun touched Ouyang Ting's head with a smile and said, "You are destined to go out in the future, and you will know when the time comes." But remember, until you become stronger, let this totem hide under this turban. ”

"Got it, Uncle Kun. Ouyang Ting nodded heavily.

Their clan often goes out to replace daily use, and in the midst of this, isn't it often deliberately lowered by the Chen family of that clan, and even secretly robbed.

In the ancestral hall, Uncle Kun briefly told Ouyang Ting what he knew about things outside the tribe.

In addition to the daily basic training, there is also a primary school in the tribe.

However, in this environment where everyone is martial, there is nothing else to teach in the academy except for a little basic writing class.

It's funny to say, there is only one teacher in the school, and he is also Uncle Kun...

The children always pestered him to tell him about the outside world, because there were many people in the tribe, but he came back alone.

But every time he asked, Uncle Kun always said with a straight face: "It's useless to know, I'll talk about it when you grow up." ”

Now, Uncle Kun is willing to say it, and Ouyang Ting is naturally very willing to listen.

"Because of my low strength, when I participated in the border battlefield, I was just the most ordinary soldier like other tribesmen. I know a lot from others, so you're going to listen to it!"

Saying that, Uncle Kun walked to a chair in the hall and sat down, and said, "But this general direction should not be wrong." ”

"Oh, Uncle Kun, hurry up!" Ouyang Ting looked anxious to listen to the story, making Uncle Kun laugh again.

Perhaps because of the increase in strength, Uncle Kun smiled more today than in the previous year combined.

Whether it broke out more than 1,000 years ago or 2,000 years ago, and how it broke out, the people of the tribe do not know very well.

But it's not hard to guess that it was an unimaginably terrifying apocalypse!

Because legend has it that the place where the entire human race stands today, the place where it is so vast enough to accommodate the three thousand races, is the endless ruins that were blown up in the catastrophe.

The pit created by this subsidence stretches for countless miles, like a country!

Therefore, Uncle Kun once said that the place where the human race is born and raised is round.

After that catastrophe, the place was abandoned. The tribe had to start a long migration like the animal.

But it was also during this period that horrors were happening again.

During the long migration, the previously ordinary beasts began to mutate. Fierce beasts such as jackals, tigers and leopards, which could once be killed by two or three people, are slowly becoming stronger.

Over time, even a ferocious beast can wipe out a collective of hundreds of Terrans.

Since then, people have given names to things that are different from ordinary animals--- brute beasts!

It was also during this period that the migrating ethnic groups began to have intelligent people, and they were the first to feel that the world was changing.

It's true that brute beasts are evolving, but humans are also slowly showing benign mutations.

It's just that this kind of power needs to be obtained by hard training to surpass the limits of the more distant ancient times.

Then, for the first time, the term bloodline was proposed and spread.

Ethnicity, thus born!

Migration and migration, I don't know how long it took.

When people set foot in the place known as the Center of Destruction again, they were pleasantly surprised to find that the crater, which was so huge that it was impossible to measure the edge, had long since returned to greenery.

Moreover, here, the layer of Xuan and Xuan Qi that can stimulate the blood is particularly strong.

Therefore, this place, which was once called the homeland, has once again become a place for their yellow-skinned human race to recuperate.

Of course, during that long migration, they found only a handful of alien faces that had survived the catastrophe.

The rest, no one knows. Perhaps, dead.

People have multiplied here to this day, and although the beasts are terrifying, the survival of the fittest is constantly shrinking.

But it is undeniable that the tenacity of today's ethnic groups has long surpassed that of the beginning.

In countless years of efforts, in this circular land, the human race relied on the four most dangerous passes in the east, west, north and south, and built huge walls to resist the attacks of large numbers of brute beasts.

The four sides extend a boundless wall of connection, almost connecting the entire Terran habitat.

It was a terrible project, but with the help of both hands, the Terrans were stunned to complete it.

And the rapid decline of the surname group also broke out during that period, and there are countless ethnic groups that died out on the way to build this line of life and death.

This wall, the tribes call it the clan wall, the wall of the human race!

Nowadays, the human race does not have a dynasty, but it is better than a dynasty.

All the races are also rooted in a circle according to their own rank, and the center of the ring is the Holy Clan Zhang Clan!

The second is the thirty-six clans with the upper surname on the periphery, and then there are the clans, clans, and the weakest tribes like the Ouyang tribe.

The higher-level groups can directly intervene in the day-to-day life of the lower-level groups, including the deployment of clan soldiers from the tribes, and the same is true for the border defenses.

The method of drawing Ding is not strict, and one hundred people draw one and only count the surname of their own clan.

Taking the Ouyang tribe as an example, every five years, there are more than 1,000 people surnamed Ouyang in the clan, so it is necessary to draw out more than ten qi and blood bodies above the seventh layer.

"Uncle Kun, what about those people from my clan who were sucked away? Why did you come back alone? Could it be that Ouyang Ting's heart was a little blocked when he heard this, and he remembered the leather armor left by his father at home...

Uncle Kun sighed deeply: "There are a lot of deaths, but there are still some who survive." But, they can't come back..."

"Why?" asked Ouyang Ting.

"The battlefield has the rules of the battlefield, and the three who kill the brute beasts can return. If I'm as lucky as I am, I'll be able to remove my armor by killing three brute beasts. ”

Uncle Kun smiled self-deprecatingly and said, "But we are all just tribal people, and the qi and blood bodies can only be regarded as cannon fodder in that battle." How many people will be as lucky as I am?"

"What the hell is this! Could it be that those who can't kill three and never die can only die there?" Ouyang Ting asked in shock.

"Don't question this rule!" Uncle Kun looked at Ouyang Ting and said solemnly: "In order for the clan to survive, even the people of the Zhang clan of the Holy Clan must still follow this rule when they get there! No one can be an exception." ”

"Perhaps, there is a lot of suppression and competition in this clan land. But you have to remember this, that battlefield is not, countless ancestors buried the bone clan wall, there, the purest bloody place. ”

Ouyang Ting nodded silently, looking at the undisguised piety in Uncle Kun's eyes. In his heart, there was a trace of yearning for the border battlefield that he had never seen and only heard of...

Clan Wall...