Chapter Ninety-Five: The Ritual of Sacrifice

Daxianbei Mountain is still so far away from Liaoxi, so this time, Duan Chen only brought 2,000 people from the Yellow Banner of his headquarters, and Suli Li Hu and others stayed on the other side of the Zhanghe River.

Therefore, the chiefs of the various tribes who came set up temporary tents near the Great Xianbei Mountain, and as far as the eye could see, large and small tents, all kinds of small tents were combined into a large group tent.

Every day, nearly a thousand chiefs of the tribes led their guards along the mountain road, everyone remained silent, and the only sound of footsteps could be heard along the way was depressing, but the act had to be repeated every day. The mountain road is still quite steep and bumpy, and many places close to the summit even require a combination of hands and feet.

Da Xianbei Mountain is a barren mountain range, so many years, the Xianbei tribes have already migrated south one after another, Da Xianbei Mountain has slowly become a legend, if it weren't for Duan Chen's insistence on holding a sacrifice ceremony in Da Xianbei Mountain this time, the tribes really wouldn't come, but, in this way, it was originally a barren mountain, where can you see a trace of the remaining architectural traces, all of which were temporarily built in the past few days, and even the road has not been repaired, it is the kind of small mountain road that is casually opened up in the mountains, If you're not careful, you'll have to roll down slowly.

Duan Chen walked in the front, although it was difficult to walk along the way, he didn't say anything, just told the people behind to be careful, and walked for more than half an hour, this is the main peak of Da Xianbei Mountain.

Duan Chen had earlier ordered someone to clear a large open area on the main peak, then clean it up, pull out some weeds, thorns and other things, and then let the Great Witch Goddess decorate it as a sacrifice.

Duan Chen walked in the front and took the lead to climb to the top of the mountain, and at this time, his vision suddenly became broader, making people feel relaxed and happy. Duan Chen stood on a big rock, looked carefully to the south, and saw that the lush forest was boundless, surrounded by mountains, and then there were large plains, and on the left and right were endless mountain ranges, the whole mountain range looked like a giant dragon, entrenched in this land with teeth and claws.

Duan Chen sighed for a while in his heart, this is the foundation of the true king's overlord. It's a pity that now this place belongs to the Buyeo people, and it is no longer the territory of the Xianbei people, Duan Chen thought at this time that sooner or later he would destroy the Buyeo country, not only the Buyeo country, but also Goguryeo, and all these tribal countries should be under the banner of Duan Xianbei. It will take a long time to finish these things, Duan Chen thought so, at this time, the leaders who came up one after another were almost all there.

Duan Chen asked everyone to line up according to the seating order, only to see that on a large open field in the center of the mountaintop, there was a bonfire that was burning, this bonfire was not used for ordinary heating and barbecue, but the kind of wooden frame built with thick huge wooden blocks that could be hugged by dozens of people, and then filled with a large amount of flammable firewood and oil, which was three zhang high, and once ignited, it could not be extinguished for dozens of days. The bonfire had been lit a few days earlier, and by this time the flames had become more and more intense.

Next to the bonfire, there are huge seven-sided leather drums. Fourteen beast-faced men covered in paint are playing drumsticks and drumming. With each blow, they used all their strength, straight to the flesh of their bodies, large drops of sweat swayed everywhere with the movements, and the drums beat quickly or slowly, a strange rhythm. Not to mention that it is in the Great Xianbei Mountain, even dozens of miles away, it must be clear that such a drum sound can be heard.

Amid the rumbling drums, all the people who participated in today's Heavenly Sacrifice Ceremony were already in place, and hundreds of people slowly gathered around the open ground. After everyone was in place, first the big witch came up and recited a spell, and then seven goddesses came up, with all kinds of gorgeous feathers on their heads, dancing the gods, and then, I don't know where to rush out of nowhere, more than 100 people wearing various beast furs, with all kinds of masks on their faces, and weapons such as knives, guns, swords, halberds, axes, hooks, forks and other weapons came out.

These people were drenched in the blood of unknown creatures, but they felt that the blood was sticky and terrible, and from time to time a clump of uncleaned flesh fell to the ground, and these people began to step with the beating of the goddess, and stepped barefoot on the stone slab covered with flesh and blood and made a snapping sound.

The big men shouted something in Xianbei dialect while running back and forth around the campfire. They danced like madmen. Then, an extremely high-pitched and poignant shrill scream rang out. At the same time, hundreds of Xianbei tribe leaders and guards led by Duan Chen were prostrate on the ground together.

Almost as soon as the flames were blazing, a shrine maiden dressed in full costume suddenly appeared.

The heat emitted by the huge bonfire was so huge, although Duan Chen was more than ten zhang away from it, he still felt the hot foehn wind rushing to his face. The witch didn't seem to notice it at all, standing by the bonfire, letting the tongue of fire roll on her clothes and body at almost any time, and her expression was still as peaceful as ever.

She was about thirty years old, with a bewitching face and long hair hanging low. As she stood barely an arm's length from the campfire, her wide, gaudy robes fluttered in the heat. From a distance, the raging flames are like the background of the statue, and the graceful posture under the robe looms, making this witch seem like a goddess descending to earth.

Standing silently for a moment, the shrine maiden finally stepped forward. Dozens of big men fell to the ground one after another, supporting their feet with their backs. And the rest of them went on their way, making all sorts of unspeakable images of gods and monsters along the way. It wasn't until she stepped onto a stone platform directly west of the bonfire that the Xianbei leaders slowly got up.

Among the Xianbei people, women are often used as witches, undertaking various sacrifices, divination and other things. All women who participated in the sacrifice were considered special people who could communicate with the divine will and were treated with special respect.

But the enchanting and gorgeous witch in front of him, Duan Chen is very clear, he is the widow of the former Duan Bu Shan Yu Duan Qizhen, Mrs. Kang, after Duan Wenpi gave up resistance, Mrs. Kang put down her body and came to meet Duan Chen, the two did some reluctant, Duan Chen handed over the sacrifice to her, and then called Mrs. Kang to do this handy, so naturally she would not refuse, on the contrary, as a witch, her status is still relatively high in the Xianbei tribe. What reason did Mrs. Kang have to refuse?

Although Duan Chen always felt that there was a strange contrast between the holy witch in front of him and the witch on the bed, but after cutting down in the past few days, Mrs. Kang has done a very slippery job of this kind of thing, Duan Chen secretly muttered in his heart: This woman's acting skills are good! It's like that!