The next morning, a light rain continued to fall, and the animals of all sizes in the wilderness were huddled in their burrows, and the surroundings were eerily silent.

Huadu, which stood on the wasteland, was bustling with figures, and everyone didn't mind the cold rain on their bodies, and they crowded on the square at the entrance of the Fire Temple.

A man dressed in a black tattered animal skin was pulled out into the square, and when he stumbled to his knees in the center of the square, the crowd erupted in a roar.

"Die! Damn the Nest Clan! ”

"Treachery! People without credit! ”

"The god of fire should take his anger out on him!"

"Die! Die! Die! ”

……

The raindrops struck the face of the chief of the Suiren clan like countless bone blades, scattering the messy hair on his face, revealing a miserable white face.

Before he was brought out, he was thoroughly washed off the blood and dirt on his body and replaced with a slightly clean ragged leather coat.

Lin Yuan kept his promise and gave him a happy and dignified death.

A strong man with a **** upper body brought a huge stump and placed it in front of the chief of the Youchao clan, and the guard behind him kicked him lightly in the knee, and he knelt in front of the stump.

Surrounded by everyone, Lin Yuan slowly walked from the Fire Divine Hall to the execution ground.

The crowd erupted in a frenzied cheer:

"King Yan! King Yan! King Yan! ”

"Punish him! King Yan! With the will of the god of fire! ”

"Cut off his head! Chop! ”

……

Lin Yuan stretched out his hands and pressed them down, and after the cheers below were a little quieter, he waved his hand, and Fu Xi walked over from behind, slowly standing in front of the chief of the Youchao clan, chanting words in his mouth, and making a final prayer to the chief of the Youchao clan.

Then, Fu Xi took out a handful of charcoal ashes from the burning flame from his bosom and slowly sprinkled them on the top of the head of the chief of the Youchao clan.

The former chieftain, who was kneeling on the ground, bit his lips tightly at this time, and two lines of hot tears burst out of his eyes.

Fu Xi left the scene, Lin Yuan slowly walked to the side of the death row prisoner, and he took the heavy stone axe handed by the executioner.

The stone axe is made of a large piece of granite and has a sturdy redwood handle, with a well-polished edge that is unusually sharp.

Lin Yuan looked at the people in the audience and shouted:

"Sinners have chaos! Conspiracy sneak attack, murder and stealing people! It was extremely despicable, and he should have been tortured to death, but he remembered that he was meritorious to the Yan people, so he changed his decision! Sinners have Chao's clan, but there are still last words? ”

The chief of the Chao clan closed his eyes vigorously, squeezed the last tear out of his sockets, and then said with trembling lips:

“…… Gone...... Oh!! No, no, no! And also...... If possible, please remember to tell Patriarch Zhu Dan...... Just say...... I'm sorry for her......"

Lin Yuan nodded lightly, lifted the heavy stone axe above his head with great effort, took a deep breath, and roared:

"May the god of fire forgive you your sins!!"

As soon as Lin Yuan's voice fell, the stone axe raised above his head fell in response, and the heavy giant stone axe easily passed through the neck of the chief of the Youchao clan, and slashed heavily on the wooden stake, shaking Lin Yuan's mouth slightly.

The blood of the chief of the Chao clan spurted a full five paces away, and the members of the Chinese clan erupted in bursts of cheers, and the sound was higher and higher, and everyone clapped their hands one after another.

According to the arrangement of the industry, several slaves quickly ran over, picked up the tumbling head, lifted the corpse, and slowly walked towards the fire temple.

There, the corpse of the chief of the Chao clan will be burned in the holy fire with the blessing of Fuxi.

This is what Lin Yuan once promised, a happy and decent death.

Rain...... It seems to be a little bigger......

Lin Yuan handed over the passionate crowd of the Fire God Temple to Fu Xi and Eggplant to take care of.

Alone, he walked to a small corner southwest of Huadu, where there was a small garden that grew naturally, and no one could see it except for the sentry standing guard in the distance.

Lin Yuan tightened the hood on his head and stood beside the small garden, staring at the mountains in the distance.

I don't know how long it took......

"Lin Yuan ......"

A sweet voice came from behind him, and Lin Yuan didn't need to turn around to know that it was Anna who came over.

"You didn't go to the Fire Temple?" Lin Yuan asked in a low voice, he didn't look back.

Anna pursed her lips and said:

"No...... I don't want to watch that...... I listened to what Hou Yi said, and finally ...... In the end, you carried out the execution yourself? ”

Lin Yuan nodded slowly and replied:

"Yes! This is the responsibility of King Yan. Only in this way can we establish prestige, make everyone feel that justice has been proclaimed, evil has been punished, and our civilization will be united like never before......"

"But you...... This is your first time killing someone, right? You...... Are you okay? Anna asked with concern, she looked at Lin Yuan's lonely back in the rain with some distress.

Lin Yuan shook his head and touched the wrist of his right hand, where the place where the fracture had once been broken began to ache again.

"It's okay, I didn't feel anything, I just did what I was supposed to do, you don't have to worry about ......"

Lin Yuan didn't finish his words, and suddenly, he felt a pair of slender and soft arms, gently wrapping around his waist, a delicate body clinging to his back, and a soft word, accompanied by a fragrance, came from behind him:

"Nope! …… I feel sorry for you...... I know that you have too many responsibilities for our future...... I'm sorry I can't help you with anything......"

Lin Yuan's mind suddenly went blank.

Lin Yuan turned around slightly, and a pair of delicate and moist lips were tightly pressed against his mouth......

Lin Yuan suddenly felt that time seemed to stand still, and his whole world, except for the sound of the rain, could no longer hear any other sounds......

The drizzle is nostalgic......

The old people in a different place are entangled......

The rain seems to be getting heavier......

……

Time flies, and the white horse flies.

In the blink of an eye, three years have passed in a flash.

As Lin Yuan expected, the chief of the Chao clan did not lie, the Jiuli clan did not know about the existence of the Yan clan, and Lin Yuan did not tell the other people the secret of the chief of the Chao clan that night, and he kept all the relevant information strictly secret.

At this stage, it is absolutely impossible to panic your own people.

The Jiuli tribe, the king of the barbarian tribe with more than 100,000 people, after successively annexing several large tribes in the mountains, and getting the help of Zheng Jing's Gaoshan tribe, is now like a tiger with wings, like a whirlwind, fiercely blowing through the depths of the mountains, under the crazy stone spears of their raiding team, countless tribes are miserable, and the people are not living.

Fortunately, the attention of the Jiuli clan was still only in the mountains, and they did not notice the situation outside the mountains, so during this time, Lin Yuan called it the most precious golden period, and he set himself a difficult task, that is, he must use this short period of time to let the Yan clan develop and expand as soon as possible, and accumulate enough capital for the confrontation with the Jiuli clan in the near future.

Therefore, to achieve this goal, you must first hide yourself.

Soon after the slaughter of the Youchao chieftain, the Yan harvested their first grain crops, and after storing enough seeds for the next planting, they finally harvested a large amount of millet and soybeans, and the Yan were finally able to achieve self-sufficient agricultural supply, thus reducing the need for prey in the mountains.

Following this opportunity, Lin Yuan had already compressed his trade with the Shennong, Bai, Tu and other valley tribes two years ago, and he didn't want to be too high-profile, so as not to cause unnecessary trouble.

During this time, due to the tightening of the supply of pottery by the Yan people, the supply of pottery in the valley was in short supply, and the price rose again and again, and almost every day, there were messengers from the valley tribes with their most precious utensils, praying at the entrance of the plain for the Yan people to continue trading pottery.

Lin Yuan gave an order to the warriors guarding the frontier at the mouth of the valley, temporarily prohibiting all trade, and forbidding anyone to enter or leave the territory of the Yan clan in the plains except for the firewatchers.

If you don't want to be discovered by the enemy too early, closing the country is the most effective measure in ancient times when communications were underdeveloped.

The exception is the Firewatcher, though.

Under Lin Yuan's instructions, Fu Xi had already trained batch after batch of Fire Watcher believers.

Originally, the two fire watchers of the Bai and Tu tribes, named the left and right protectors by Fuxi, have now gained a very noble status in their respective tribes, and have also developed a large number of their own followers.

And the 49 homeless people brought by the chief of the Chao clan did not meet Lin Yuan's expectations, and they really accepted Fuxi's belief in the god of fire very smoothly, became devout believers, and passed the final loyalty assessment of Fuxi and Lin Yuan.

About two years ago, according to Lin Yuan's arrangement, the 49 believers were divided into eight groups, each group of 6-7 members, they concentrated on carrying delicate and small pottery and flint, as well as several months of dry food, and set off in eight different directions: east, south, west, north, southeast, southwest, northwest, northeast, and northeast, and their mission was only one, that is:

Spend your life looking for other human civilizations, and then spread the faith of the god of fire and bask in the glory of the holy fire!

The important things had been arranged, and in the last year of this period, Lin Yuan had eased up, and the people in every position he had arranged were loyal and loyal, which made him very relieved.

The Yan people, this small boat full of hopes for the development of human civilization, finally raised its sails and set sail in the long river of time.

And Lin Yuan, as the helmsman of the boat, finally breathed a sigh of relief, and it seemed that everything was calm.

However, one day, a sudden messenger made his heart, which had not been nervous for a long time, beat rapidly again......

It was a messenger dressed in black leather......

Coming from the valley.

Lin Yuan knew that black would always bring bad news......