Silver Tooth doesn't like his father.

He was rude, brutal, and ignorant, and the most common way to solve problems was to kill people. He cut off the head of Silvertooth's mother in public and made it into a bone bowl. It is said that this was a revelation from the gods to him in a dream: young children must use this bone bowl to drink and eat. Only in this way can we grow up healthy and safe.

Many of the people of Steel Tooth City also disliked the patriarch.

Ruthless, brutal, and murderous, he squeezed the necessities of his clan to the maximum extent possible to feed the guards who were loyal to him. That is the basis of Iron Fang's control of power, and if anyone opposes it, the wolf-like guard is the sharpest weapon in his hands.

But he was a father after all. The reason why the name "Silver Tooth" was chosen was because I hoped that the young son would become a nobler person than himself in the future.

Future...... Hehe......

There was a hint of melancholy in the young child's eyes.

Outside the window, there is not a trace of green in the scenery nearby.

Silvertooth has been to distant places. It was summer many years ago, and everywhere you looked, there were delightful colors. The trees are green, the grass is green, and the moist air creates a special environment in the forest, giving birth to moss that is also dyed green. The freshness and warmth are indescribable, and even the air in the lungs is green.

In the eyes of the pig people, green means food, which can be eaten.

Silvertooth closed her eyes and smiled slowly.

As long as you do this, you will be able to regain happiness in the depths of your memory.

He held on to the windowsill with both hands and climbed up.

This is the tallest building in the City Lord's Mansion, and the room is located at least sixty meters above the ground. He sat on the outside of the windowsill, his feet dangling in the air, and the clammy wind was blowing in his face, and Silver Tooth had to turn his face away so that he could open his eyes.

Behind him, there was the sound of hurried footsteps in the hallway directly outside the door. Silvertooth was familiar with that rhythm, and he knew that the person who came was the guard by his side, and the most trustworthy confidant left by his father.

"Bang!"

The door was slammed open from the outside, and most of the guards rushed in with blood stained their clothes red. He held the bladed knife in his hand, and there were several wounds on his face with the skin turned out, presumably from the sword cuts, or from the flying arrows. He covered his bleeding flank with his left hand, gasping for breath and letting out a hideous, determined roar.

"Young master, let's go! We can't hold it anymore. ”

A week ago, the Niu people began to besiege the city.

It was an army with a strange structure, half of the Ox and half of the Pig Clan, and Silver Tooth had heard of the name of the leading general, and he was called Qu Tooth.

Quya did not directly order the siege of the city, but set up a large cauldron outside the city and boiled water to boil meat.

There is no killing, and the ingredients are fish and deer. They did not hide it, slaughtering live deer in front of those standing on the city walls, chopping fish into large pieces, and the rich aroma of broth and fish broth filled with the attraction of hungry defenders.

Iron Tooth took most of the food from Steel Tooth, and he didn't make it back alive. Although the pig people in the city are very economical, after all, they are sitting on empty mountains, and the remaining surplus grain cannot survive the spring famine.

Some people tried to escape, but they were killed by guards who were loyal to the lord of the city.

It's just that, driven by intense hunger, even the most brutal killings can't stop the spontaneous behavior of the masses on a large scale.

Civil strife began in the city of Steel Tooth.

After all, the guards are a minority, and they can only kill one person with a single knife in their hands, but they have to face dozens or even more than hundreds of weapons at the same time. Dozens of them were killed by the peasants one after another, and the guards also retreated one after another, desperately holding the last position of the City Lord's Mansion.

The ox army outside the city came in.

The young silver tooth sat on the windowsill and could see people at his feet, dense as ants, in swarms. Occasionally, one or two guards surrounded them, like a small boat wandering helplessly in a raging tide, and in an instant it was completely swallowed up.

The shouts of killing shook the sky.

"Rush in and kill them all."

"Don't let the Irontooth Son run away!"

"Grab that little cub. The Niu people said that he was worth at least 500 kilograms of grain. ”

"Damn, no one is allowed to snatch his head from Lao Tzu, otherwise don't blame the knife in my hand for not having eyes."

A miserable smile appeared on Silvertooth's immature face.

He knew that his father was unpopular with the people, but he didn't expect that the people in the city hated him so strongly. In fact, if you think about it carefully, it is not difficult to understand that in order to support the thousands of pro-guards, countless civilian rations have been robbed, and their families have been starved to death...... Naturally, the hatred is monstrous.

"Why did you give birth to me?" Silver Tooth was talking to herself, and her white face showed innocence. His fangs were small, only a few millimeters protruding from his lips, white and crystalline, reflecting a faint glow of blood from the guards.

The guard let out a painful and nervous cry again: "Young master, go quickly!" ”

Silver Tooth looked at him with a gentle gaze, a man he knew very well, he had grown up with him since he was a child, he was a personal guard appointed by his father, he was very honest, and his personality was good, and he often lifted himself high and rode on his neck with his legs apart. Many times, Silvertooth feels that he is his true father.

As for the mother...... When the news of her father's death came, she was gone, along with many valuables.

"Thank you!" Silvertooth smiled calmly.

The guards didn't understand what these two words meant.

He then heard Silvertooth say something else.

"You're the one who makes me feel less lonely...... Thank you, live well, don't die. ”

The young child jumped with his hands on his hands.

Behind him, the stunned guards erupted in a scream of pain and despair: "No ......"

The thin body swirled in the air, dizziness and weightlessness shrouded the silver teeth, and everything in front of him flashed at a great speed, but he felt that time was so long, as if a lifetime had passed.

Falling heavily on the eaves of the building, Silver Tooth felt numb, blood poured from his body and rushed into his mouth, his lips involuntarily opened, spraying a sky of blood mist in the gray and cold wet air.

The chaotic people on the street looked up and saw a dark shadow falling from the sky. The cushioning of the eaves failed to help Silver Tooth, and the first collision was fatal to the body. His spine was broken, the surface of his shattered liver was cracked, and the broken ribs punctured the alveoli...... No one saw these horrific phenomena, the human eye had not evolved clairvoyance, they only saw a child fall from a tower, fall to the ground, body limbs twisted at strange angles, convulsions violently on the verge of death.

In the last seconds of her life, Silver Tooth saw a beautiful world.

It's shrouded in a pretty red, not the vibrant green of my memory.

It turns out that the world is so colorful.

The chaotic crowd was shocked by the sudden fall, and countless pairs of eyes converged on the corpse. Surprise, fear, anger, pity...... Whatever the thoughts, the moment was completely silent.

Soon, they began to whisper.

"Who is this kid? How could he fall from above? ”

"Upstairs...... It seems to be the castle lord's mansion! ”

"I remember, I've seen him, he's the son of Iron Tooth!"

The confirmation of the identity of the deceased immediately caused a new round of madness.

"No one is allowed to rob him, he is mine."

"He's dead."

"I want his head, that's 500 kilograms of grain!"

"Whoever robs Lao Tzu will kill him...... Get lost...... This human head is going to be decided! ”

The young corpses were cut apart, turning from large to small, and their faces were unrecognizable.

It's a brutal and real world.

……

The fall of Steel Tooth City marked the complete demise of this tribe.

Attacks on other surrounding villages were carried out at the same time. Tianmad, Xukun, Curved Tooth, Yonggang, Broken Tooth, Changfeng, Mutuo...... Each person led a team, and in accordance with Tianhao's order, in less than a week, the entire steel tooth department was swept away.

War must be accompanied by death, where there is resistance, there is killing, and bloody human heads are hung on the top of wooden poles, forcing the living to surrender with cruelty and ruthlessness.

All captives are required, and no man, woman, old man, or child is missing. They burned down their houses, emptied what little grain they had left in their warehouses, and did nothing but obey orders honestly and be escorted back to Rock City like cattle by the victors, not even daring to raise their voices in protest.

They don't know what fate awaits them in the future.

But they know very well that from now on, they are no longer from the pig tribe, but a member of the cattle tribe.

The total population of Panshizhai exceeded 40,000.

Curved Tooth recovered more than a hundred kilograms of gold from Steel Tooth City, as well as four times the weight of silver.

After all, Iron Tooth is the king of a family, and the whole family has been in business for hundreds of years, and can accumulate some wealth.

The death of Silver Tooth had no effect. Just a child, if he dies, he will die, in fact, even if he survives, Tianhao will not let him go.

Mercy is a meaningless cheap commodity, and raising the children of the enemy will only raise a new enemy for yourself.

The cold winter is over.

The coming spring is pregnant with endless hope.

……

A new farming season has begun.

The arable land around Rock City has been allocated, people sweat on the black earth, fertilizer mixes with the upturned soil, seeds are sown gently and slowly, and countless laughter and laughter are flying in the wind.

According to Tianhao's request, the national teacher sent five priests from Black Corner City. Together with the four sent before, plus the witchcraft, there are a total of ten priests in Rock City.

The grand spring festival has begun.

In the past, the same kind of sacrifice was presided over by the witch company, but now he still dominates the position. The difference is that with the assistance of multiple priests, this spring festival is even larger, and it is the grandest festival in the history of Rock City.

Twenty of the fattest male Bighorn deer were selected and slaughtered in public on a sacred high platform. Two hundred sturdy men were covered in blood, and the priest drew intricate lines and patterns on them with deer blood. Their faces were black and red, and each of them carried a drum on their chests, and their hands beat vigorously on the surface of the drum, dancing to the rhythm.

Here, there are no graceful and delicate dances, only the majesty of men, who pay homage to the gods with savage and earth-shattering roars, and lift the bloody deer heads to the blue sky.

In the past, when Fu Song was the leader of the stockade, he used living people to sacrifice.

Tianhao forbade this barbaric practice.

The men piled up the heads of the deer, and the huge antlers branched out to form a strange hill.

Tianhao knelt in front of this pile of sacrifices belonging to the gods, with a solemn expression.

He didn't really like the damn ritual at all, it felt like a bunch of people were messing around, and it always reminded him of the "Christmas carnival" that boring people in the era of civilization were clamoring for celebrations. It was thousands of people gathered in the square, waving snowflake spray cans in their hands, and anyone who rushed to spray it, and looked at the white greasy foam that couldn't be wiped off all over their heads, and they all let out a smirk of satisfaction.

He secretly slandered himself: Instead of worshipping the gods, it is better to worship me. At least Lao Tzu has a way to keep you full, otherwise how can you have the strength to dance and sing here, messing around, and fooling around?

The old priest Wu Xing's face was smeared with a strange pattern with deer blood, and he walked slowly in front of Tianhao with square steps, without smiling, and looked at him condescendingly: "The great god accepted the sacrifice. Now, say what you want to pray for! ”

I want to leave this terrible barbarian world and return to civilization.

I want the latest PC console. Since coming to this terrible era, I haven't played a single game of Dota, and I have almost forgotten what the king pesticide is like.

I want a pack of cigarettes. Nicotine was toxic, but I couldn't forget the smell that was firmly engraved deep in my nasal cavity.

I wanted a delicious ice cream cone, and that thing was my favorite in the hot summer.

There are too many wishes, but they can only be thought about in their heads, they dare not say it, they cannot do it, and it is impossible to achieve it.

Sighing secretly in his heart, Tianhao tried his best to look serious and serious. He cleared his throat and announced loudly, "I, Niu Tianhao, the first generation of the city lord of Rock City, pray to the great spring god for rain and bless every piece of land here with a good harvest. ”

All the priests knelt before the sacrifice. They were solemn like never before, and the piety and fanaticism that emanated from the depths of their eyes were substantial. The kneeling was so neat, as if it had been rehearsed countless times in advance, and the powerful infectious power spread rapidly like a virus, and everyone became a terrible infect. They shouted like crazy, following the rhythm of the old priest on the platform. Although the distance and scope were so far and wide that most of the people, except for the civilians in the vicinity, could not hear what he was saying, it did not prevent them from shouting the prayer of the gods from thousands of mouths at the same time with their own unique understanding.

"The gods have heard our supplication and have accepted the sacrifice!"

The old priest has never been more satisfied. The difference between a small village of a few hundred people and a city of tens of thousands of people is so great, and he feels that all the cells in his body are jumping, the touch of communication with the gods is so clear, and the power in the dark is guiding him, just like the facts are in front of him, and he can see it when he opens his eyes.