After Yang Hao knelt down, under the altar, the clansmen all knelt down, prostrate on the ground with great piety.

The soldiers on either side of the line, kneeling on one knee and caressing their right hand over their chest, expressed their respect for the gods with the most honorable courtesy in the army.

Among the crowd, the wind that has been promoted to the first-class clan has the qualification to participate in the sacrifice.

At this moment he knelt reverently on the ground, palms of his hands facing up, his head almost buried in the cold earth, this was the most defenseless posture, he was guided by the gods, knowing that the gods would not hurt him, but would only bring him a better life, just like that hunt.

The drumming stopped.

The silence and the oppressive atmosphere made the wind feel as if it could hear its own heartbeat.

"Thank you to the gods for bringing sunshine and rain to the world, to the gods for bringing prosperity to the earth, and for the guidance of the gods, so that our people can find a foothold and let us no longer be enslaved。。。。。

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The wind was far away, and he couldn't hear what Yang Hao said clearly, and the sound that seemed to be real and illusory made the wind a little trance, he thought of his youth, and thought of the tribe that had died, and who had left.

For some reason, the wind's eyes were a little moist, and he wanted to cry now, biting his lip to keep his tears from flowing, his mother had told him that a man's tears represented cowardice.

He didn't want to be a coward, but it was as if there was a stone in his chest that weighed him down.

Yang Hao's voice stopped for some time.

With the sound of a rapid drum, only a melodious sound was heard.

"Up!"

Feng raised his head and looked towards the altar, only to see Yang Hao standing on a high place with a piece of cloth in his hands, and the sun shone on Yang Hao's body, making him look extremely sacred.

I saw Yang Hao holding the cloth and slowly walking under a slender wooden stick that I didn't know what it was for.

Under the watchful eye, Yang Hao gently unfolded the cloth.

Feng didn't know what kind of magic Yang Hao had cast, only to see that the cloth actually rose slowly upwards by itself.

When the people under the altar saw this, they immediately cheered, thinking that the gods had sent down a miracle.

The biting cold wind blew on his face, and Yang Hao looked at the slowly rising flag, and was very satisfied.

Originally, he was worried that the wind would not be strong enough to blow the heavy linen cloth today, but looking at the flags waving in the cold wind, he knew that his worries were a little unnecessary.

The wind stared at the cloth swaying in the wind, and could vaguely see the pattern painted on it, but his position was so far back that Kenben couldn't see what was on it.

It wasn't until Yang Hao's voice came that he knew that this cloth was called a flag, and the pattern on it was a totem given by the gods.

Feng was very excited, he knew what a totem was, and in his little understanding of this world, he knew that only those big clans guessed that they were qualified to have a totem, and with a totem, the tribe was favored by the gods and ancestors.

Thinking of the guidance of the gods to himself, he understood why the Great Qi tribe appeared totems, this must be the guidance of the gods, just like the gods favored themselves, but this time it was the divine grace given to the tribe, and he was convinced of this.

With the rapid sound of drums, the wind saw the officials and households, which were rarely seen in the past, and the distinguished officers led a few cattle to the altar.

"Man is the spirit of all things, created by the gods, originally the son of the gods, but at this time, there are always people who treat people as animals, slaughtered wantonly, my Daqi tribe wants to tell the world, they are wrong, the gods do not like this kind of behavior, I often dream, in the sky, in the kingdom of God, the souls of those who were slaughtered cry in front of the gods to cry their pain, so the gods sent a decree, to save our people from fire and water, so that those who do not respect the true gods and bow down to worship the evil gods to pay, people are people, not livestock, Our people are a race protected by the true gods, and killing people and sacrificing to the gods will bring disasters, and all future sacrifices and tombs cannot be martyred! Whoever turns his back on the gods will be punished by all! ”

The vast majority of the people in the Daqi tribe are slaves and down-and-out small tribes, Yang Hao's words made them quite agree, even those who have never been slaves know how terrible it is to be a slave.

As long as there is a famine or defeat, they will become lowly slaves, and they will live and die in the hands of others.

This used to be an extremely normal thing in their eyes, but now Yang Hao told them that it was not right, and it was spurned by the true god.

This completely subverted their preconceived notions, but after a brief period of astonishment, an earth-shattering cheer followed.

"We will make those who believe in evil gods pay!"

Yang Hao raised his arms and shouted.

"Kill them!"

"Kill them!"

Everyone was as excited as if they had been beaten with chicken blood, as if those high-ranking slave owners were right in front of them, with hideous expressions and strange oil paint on their faces, like ghosts roaring.

Yang Hao didn't know whether he was doing this right or wrong, he felt that he was playing with fire, and if he didn't get it right, it would become like those messy religious disputes in the future.

But he wants to unify the ideology of the tribe, only in this way can the greatest cohesion of people's hearts, as for what the true gods and evil gods will evolve into in the future, wisdom is left to fate.

After several livestock were slaughtered, the sacrifice came to a climax.

People are like taking drugs and falling into a state of madness.

Ren Zhong, who was fortunate enough to observe the ceremony as a member of the foreign tribe, was in an extremely complicated mood at the moment, Yang Hao's words touched him a lot, with his identity, he was very disgusted with Yang Hao's theory, but living in the Daqi tribe for so long made him see a system that was completely different from all the tribes, the people here were very weak and poor, but everyone lived very happily.

Even those whom they call the lowest prisoners of war have the dignity of being human beings.

Listening to the roars of the Great Qi people and the praise of the gods, Ren Zhong was a little confused.

"Is it true that what we believe in and worship is an evil god? Is the world really doing something wrong? ”

He couldn't find an answer, and although he had his own people by his side, he felt a hint of fear, a fear that was incompatible with the tribe.

He wanted to join in the visceral revelry, but found that his legs were bound by a heavy mountain, and he couldn't move a bit.

Looking at the flags fluttering in the cold wind, as well as the mysterious symbols, Ren Zhong fell into deep thought.