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From time to time, a few sparks flew out of the burning bonfire, and the fireflies flew into the night sky like fireflies, and finally disappeared.

A group of topless "humans" gathered around the flame, both men and women bare-chested and breasts, with a skirt made of hay or animal skins tied underneath, and a few unknown bird feathers stuck on their heads.

They gathered around the campfire, staring silently at Wang Yuan, who was standing in the center, and another old man dancing in a circle around him.

The old man's dress was much more solemn than the others looked, and he had a feather standing high on his head, and the fiery red feather was the most vivid and brilliant of all those who wore it.

He had several rings made of bone on his hands and feet, and at this moment, with the strange dance of the old man, he kept making the sound of "clanging bells".

Although he was also naked, he was covered with dark green oil paint, this slimy paint that seemed to be some kind of tree sap was very pungent, and the rich strange smell changed and drilled into Wang Yuan's nose.

Of course, the smell that Wang Yuan smelled could also come from himself, because he was also covered in this juice.

"For this kind of ritual, I really refuse ...... in my heart"

Wang Yuan meditated in his heart, he really felt a sense of desolation from this ancient ritual at this time, but this desolation came from his lament for his fate.

As an ordinary clerk, Wang Yuan originally lived in a metropolis in the 20th century, going to and from work every day, chatting on the Internet, and living a happy life.

But just a few days ago, just as he opened his eyes as usual, ready to welcome the morning sun of a new day, fate seemed to play a small joke on him.

He became a prince.

Or rather, he crossed over to this barbarian prince named Thor.

The title of prince sounds wonderful, but the painful fact is that the people under Thor are nothing more than a few dozen poorly clothed, hungry barbarians, who have little merit except for their simple minds and well-developed limbs.

Even Thor's name was inherited from his barbarian father after his death.

No, not only inherited his father's name, but also inherited his father's property and status, and this ceremony is Saul's inauguration ceremony.

The oldest priest in the tribe dances in honor of their ancestors, announcing the spirits of their ancestors and asking them to bless their new leader.

All of this was known to Wang Yuan from Sol's memory, or rather, in fact, from the moment he crossed over, there was no longer a distinction between Wang Yuan and Sol.

Thor tugged at the corners of his mouth, looking straight ahead with a stiff face, although his heart was bleeding with tears, he also knew that no matter how much he cried, he would not be able to return to the old world.

Complaining doesn't help you in the moment. He had to adapt to the role he was about to take on - a backward barbarian tribal leader.

But fortunately, life will always close a door and open a window for you, and Saul's mind moved, and a simple interface appeared in front of him.

It appeared in front of Thor like a projection of a virtual device, but it was as if no one could see it, the onlookers remained silent, and the old priest continued his strange dance.

Thor had tested it a long time ago, and the interface was something that only he could see, and that he could manipulate it with his mind alone - though there was nothing to manipulate.

The interface is simple and terrible, there is only one gray button on the huge interface, and the two big Chinese characters on the button are written "summon".

Below the word "call" there is an Arabic numeral that reads "100", and after the number there is a white dove with a green branch in its mouth. It seems to convey the meaning that this call requires 100 of these white dove symbols.

But when Thor wanted to press the summon button, a message box popped up on the panel, which was written in yellow characters: Warning, civilization has not yet been selected, and heroes cannot be summoned!

Thor couldn't help but sigh in his heart, he had also tried this way before, which couldn't help but make him feel a little weak.

"I haven't chosen civilization? I'm a barbarian prince yet, I don't want to choose a real "civilization"! Do I have a choice!"

complained in my heart about this thing that didn't seem very reliable, and the anxiety that was already buried deep in my heart was unconsciously magnified again.

The choking smell of resin paint on his body became stronger, and Thor felt his mouth dry, the bonfire next to him still crackling, and the dance of the old priest seemed to be endless.

A feeling of restlessness began to rush through Thor's veins, he suddenly raised his head and looked at the dark night sky, before he knew it, it was already dark, he remembered that the ritual began at dusk, he didn't expect that so long had passed without paying attention.

"No...... right"

Thor subconsciously retracted his thoughts, the night sky was quiet and a little scary, there were no insects, no birds, as if some monster was hiding in the dark trees.

The instinct from his body made Thor feel that something was approaching.

In the bushes, there was no sound in silence, and the god of time slowed down its pace and even became still at this moment because it was not covered by sound.

A breeze blows through the green banyan tree, and the number of times the banyan leaves sway in the wind on the treetops is very clear to the human ear.

"Sand, sand, sand, whoosh!"

When the banyan leaves swung for the third time, a black shadow shot out from the woods not far away!

"Be careful!" Thor subconsciously stretched out his hand, stretched out his arms and wanted to pounce on the old priest in front of him, but the speed of the black shadow was too fast, and before Thor could speak, he heard a "poof", and the black shadow passed through the old priest's body and was firmly inserted into the ground.

"Enemy! attack!" a stout barbarian youth roared suddenly, and no sooner had he shouted than a rush of footsteps rang out.

"One, two, three, four......" Figures jumped out of the forest, this group of people was also naked, they were armed with all kinds of wooden spears, stone axes, harpoons, their eyes were red and terrible, and they pounced on the crowd like hungry wolves.

It was as if the waves had crashed ferociously against the reef on the shore, and the two waves of people were violently stirred together - blood was splashed, and the sudden battle entered a white-hot state in the most savage way in the first second.

The old priest was nailed to the ground in front of the bright bonfire by a sharpened wooden spear, the tip of which was rudely cut through the dirt and plunged into it so deep that one could imagine the astonishing arm strength of the thrower.

The spear pierced the old man's lungs, and a large amount of blood coughed up from his mouth and ran down the old and withered beard.

The old man was still staring at Thor, the fire of life was gradually extinguished in his eyes, and the sudden fatal wound robbed him of his ability to think, and with the instinctive inertia of completing the action, the old priest reached out to Thor at the last moment of his life.

Thor could feel his heart vibrate in his chest, and streams of hot blood swept uncontrollably through the pipes throughout his body.

He didn't feel scared at all, but became excited from the bottom of his heart, the piercing bright red stirred stirred the primordial nerves, and subconsciously licked the corners of his chapped lips, Thor stepped over to the high priest who was half-hung on the spear, and took his outstretched hand.

"Allah-Urel ......" the old man drew a circle on the palm of Saul's palm with his fingers, trembling with his fingers, and Saul understood that this meant that the sacrifice announced to the ancestors that henceforth the tribe would be inherited by Saul and that the ancestors would give him protection.

"......" Thor held the cold hand of the old priest, and the screams, shouts of killing, and the crackling sound of sparks kept hitting his ears.

"Rest in peace, I have come to avenge you. Thor let go of his hand with a blank expression, then pressed down on the dead old man's back, and at the same time grabbed the wooden spear inserted into the earth with his right hand, and pulled it outward—with a "poof", Thor had already held the wooden spear soaked in bright red blood in his hand.

The life of a barbarian is inseparable from killing and death, and such sudden battles are not uncommon at this moment, perhaps by coincidence, perhaps premeditated by other tribes, but none of this is beyond Thor's thinking.

He is not only an office worker from a 21st century city, but also a prince of this lawless and barbaric world, a barbarian warrior.

The brain from civilized society did not make him hesitate, hesitate or even timid, and the two originally very different souls had unconsciously merged perfectly in his body.

The muscles of his body tensed, and an explosive force came, although it had been several days, Thor had never felt as strong as he was now, and at this time, it seemed that he had finally inherited the full power of the barbarian prince.

"It's a pity I don't know who my ancestors are......" Thor clenched his spear, barefoot, and a powerful explosion from his calves, rushing towards the scuffle.

"But, now that I am the king of the tribe - is it up to me to protect my people!!" Thor roared and plunged into the crowd.

The not-so-sharp wooden spear pierced the heart of his foe like a thin sheepskin, and Thor slammed into the foe he had pierced as he lunged forward.

With inertia, Thor stopped with his right foot and raised his left leg at the same time, kicked the wild man's back, and drew the wooden spear that had long been unable to see its true colors with strength.

There are no fancy skills, just relying on the pounding and fighting with strength, but the battle is extremely cruel and bloody.

"Die-!!" did not stop his killing, Thor clenched his spear and stabbed at the other enemy in front of him without hesitation, the stone axe of the other party could cut through the skin of his abdomen, and blood flowed out, but fortunately it was only a superficial wound.

The pain in his lower abdomen made Thor even more excited, and like a beast enraged by a wound, he flew straight at a tall wild man beside him without even pulling out the wooden spear.

"Death for me—" Thor threw his opponent to the ground, Thor burst into muscles, and he strangled his opponent's neck with his arm that didn't look very thick, but was as hard as steel pliers, and the two of them fell to the ground and scuffled.

The barbarian who was restrained by Thor struggled violently, and he kept trying to roll on the ground, crushing Thor under him, his physique was nearly half wider than Thor who had not yet fully reached maturity, and the struggle was very fierce at the moment.

Thor could only kick the ground with his feet, while his right elbow strangled the big guy, who was much stronger than the first two.

This is where the more brutal fight begins.