A new round of Assassin tutorials unfolds, and the orcs of the village experience various Assassin skills, and the fanatical worship is taken to the next level, and the rest time is all about Assassin skills.

After a morning of training, Alan left the training ground and went to the altar of Datie Village to prepare for the noon sacrifice.

Sacrifice is a cultural tradition left by the beast tribe, and in the event of a disaster in the village, a related supernatural god is sacrificed, and major festivals must also be worshipped.

As for the existence of supernatural things, none of the villagers could say clearly, and they all vaguely stated that the gods certainly existed.

However, when it comes to whether the sacrificial objects are eaten by the gods, everyone says that the gods disdain to eat mortal food, so each time the sacrificial food is placed on the altar to dry, waiting for the insects and ants to divide it.

In the eyes of the vast majority of orcs, the sacrifice has been released, and they cannot take it back, otherwise it is disrespectful.

Alan disagrees with this kind of waste of food, since the sacrificial objects will not disappear, so the villagers will take back the food after the sacrifice is completed, instead of living a miserable life all day.

In a few moments, Alan saw that incense was burning at the altar, and that Hood, the priest, was wearing a large linen robe that he rarely wore in his usual life, and the robe was extremely clean and free of mud.

He held an old wooden staff in his hand, with a small hole at the top of the wooden staff, and a vine strung with more than a hundred green leaves in the shape of a heart, which had a natural philosophical temperament.

A gust of wind blew, and the hundreds of leaves of the priest's staff were rustled in the wind, and the sound was beautiful.

"Not bad, standard stick outfit."

Alan glanced at the sacrifice scene, live chickens and other things were placed in the center of the altar, and Hood was dancing on the white stone altar, with a dignified and serious demeanor, not to mention how beautiful the dance was, in short, it was very godlike.

Then it was time for the prayer session, where the priest went around, cut off the neck of the live chicken, and bled it into a basin.

Alan watched it for a few minutes, as if he were watching a monkey show, making Hood uncomfortable during the sacrificial dance, as if he were a foolish joke in the eyes of the village chief.

Half an hour after the sacrifice was over, Hood was sweating profusely and soaking wet, and turned his head to look at the open space outside the altar, where the village chief Alan had already left, and was not interested in watching him dance.

Hood frowned secretly, the village chief didn't worship the whole process, it was too rude.

He thought about it, and he didn't persuade anymore.

When he was young, he worked as a priest for a few years, and there were many sacrifices, and he vaguely felt that the gods did not exist.

However, after seeing Allen's amazing performance, Hood began to believe that the gods were real.

Afraid that Thor would be angry, Hood could only grit his teeth and jump for half an hour, hoping that Thor would forgive the impolite behavior of Village Chief Allen.

Rustle.

The sound of leaves continued to resound at the altar, and the southern midday sun never cooled down in response to someone's awkward dance, but grew stronger and stronger over time.

"It's so hot......"

It's a hot summer day, and someone has a dry tongue sound.

……

"Know, know, know—"

The cicadas were singing desperately in the woods, and the sharp sound resounded throughout the forest, and the old hunter wore a hidden blade, holding a custom-made rubber tree cutting knife from the blacksmith shop, and his ears were erect, ignoring most of the cicadas' chirping, and listening to the movements of the forest.

This is not the suburban forest of Datie Village, but the southern forest of the fox village, I heard that the holy place of the "White Blood Sacred Tree" here, the fox people rarely enter the holy land, and only enter here to carry out sacrificial activities on major festivals.

If the fox people found out that he wanted to steal the White Blood Sacred Tree, the consequences would be unimaginable.

The old hunter didn't want to do such a grudge thing, but Allen said that the great steam engine needed it, and the big industry of the future would need it.

He didn't understand what a steam engine was, but for the sake of the development of the village and the legacy of the remaining assassins, the old hunter gritted his teeth and came to the outskirts of the fox village.

After waiting for a while, the old hunter only heard the sound of the wind, cicadas, and other sounds.

Well, no one.

The old hunter let go of his nervousness, walked to a white-spotted slender tree, looked at it carefully for a while, and recalled Alan's advice.

There are three things to look at when cutting rubber trees, that is, to look at the weather, seasonal phenology and tree conditions.

The old hunter stared at the size of the rubber tree stem circumference and the number of milk duct rows, and after finding the knife point with his eyes obliquely on the side, his hands, feet, eyes and body coordinated, and his body bent sideways, half a circle of oblique cutting and turning, and immediately cut out a tree mark, and white "blood" slowly emerged.

"The White Blood Sacred Tree is indeed bleeding, it should be the rubber tree that Lord Allen is looking for."

The old hunter brought a small wooden barrel for white blood.

The old hunter then turned around and left, returning to a nearby slave camp, where the guards took the slaves to collect the natural latex liquid.

"Now there is no one, hurry up and pick the seeds, and take the seeds home when you are done." The old hunter said hurriedly.

It is impossible to collect every day, the road is far away, and they are the treasures of the fox people, so they can't be too presumptuous.

The slave guards received the order and immediately took the slaves into action.

……

Fox Village.

Last night, a heavy rainstorm caused many rice paddies outside the village to lodging, among which the heavily lodging paddy fields were one after another, which made people feel very distressed.

The fox orcs, both men and women, all took action, went into the rice field to rescue, and straightened the rice into a ball with weeds.

After the rice field was rescued, it was already in the afternoon.

"It's over, I feel like I'm going to have a famine again this time."

"We can't give up, we can get by."

"The paste is too bitter, it is something left for slaves to eat, how can we be so degenerate as to eat the paste."

"I remember the great famine the year before last, the insect plague passed through, the paste was eaten up, the harvest was lost in autumn, and many people died......"

The fox-tailed orcs are worried about the autumn harvest.

In the country of Lionheart, rice is harvested twice a year, early rice has been harvested in the barn in July, and now it is waiting for the late rice harvest in autumn.

"I don't know if it's raining in Datie Village next door."

"It rained so hard last night, and their farmland should have been miserable too."

"Morning glory and saltpeter may have been affected as well."

The orcs of the fox village guessed that the coverage of this heavy rainstorm was positive and wide, involving half of the land of Lionheart, and it had been rainy weather recently.

However, they guessed the situation wrongly, and now the rice fields in Datie Village are twice as good as those in all villages and towns, and the visual reduction of production is not much, and it is even possible to increase production.

After all, the multi-pronged approach of pest control, scientific management and soil and chemical fertilizer is an incomparable farming advantage in other villages.