[Yesterday's fourth shift, half an hour late, I'm sorry]

Xi Tong, from God's perspective, could only admire in his heart, and he became more and more suspicious that Tamil was a demon in the skin of a barbarian.

It's too treacherous, it's too cunning, it's simply a devil who plays with people's hearts.

There is a cloud in the art of war, and the siege is the bottom, and the attack is the top.

Tamil has not read "The Art of War", but he has mastered the skill of attacking the heart without a teacher.

A few bags of salt smashed the hatred of the Wild Bull tribe with the same hatred, and made them suspicious, wary of each other, and hated each other, and they could no longer twist into a rope.

Tamil could have slept in the camp, and if anyone wanted to defect, it was estimated that Tamil would not have to do it, and the informant would send those people over.

One whistleblower after another jumped out to report and expose, and then stood on the left and right sides of Tamil with his head held high, staring at his former fellow clansmen viciously like eagles and dogs.

The people who were reported were all like ashes, and they had no intention of resisting.

Niu Man is the elite of the tribe, and he has mastered the most powerful bison charge, and he also charges his strength to the extreme, and his power is exerted to the limit.

However, even this did not make the Demon Chief take a step back, to be precise, the Demon Chief's body did not shake for a moment. Niu Man's broken bones are not his opponents, let alone his own scum.

Therefore, one by one, the barbarians who were named came out resigned to their fate and knelt before the Tamil in a posture of submission.

Then, more people came out.

Anyway, you can't hide it, you can't run away, it's better to confess and be lenient than to be reported by others, and strive for leniency.

Tamil sat on the chieftain's throne, and although his chest hurt so much that he could not breathe, he still managed to remain calm, maintaining a motionless position, and his majestic gaze swept around.

"Anything else?"

No one answered, and the whistleblowers shook their heads.

Obviously, no one is left to chance, not a single fish has slipped through the net.

"Begin the sacrifice! The sacrifice was successful, the status of the warrior was retained, and a steel house was given! If the sacrifice fails, the law of eleven killings will be enforced! ”

Although he didn't know what the steel house was, when he heard Tamil's second half of the sentence, the kneeling man instantly panicked.

Eleven Killing Law, this is a bloody military order that has been circulated on the plateau for a long time.

Ten people are drawn in groups of lots, and one unlucky ghost is randomly selected to be executed.

One out of ten people will inevitably be executed, but because there is a 9 out of 10 chance of surviving, those who are subject to the law of eleven will not usually resist, so it becomes a common means for conquerors to break the will of the vanquished to resist.

These people were like docile little sheep, lined up and kneeling before Tamil one by one to offer sacrifice, and they all longed to be nine tenths of them.

Fail!

Fail!

Ten in a row failed to succeed, and began to enforce the law of eleven slots, and the person who drew the death lot screamed in despair, and then glared at Tamil like crazy, shouting "I'm fighting with you".

However, one foot kicked him on the back and knocked him to the ground, and then nine people rushed up, punched and kicked the stone, and in ten seconds, the man was beaten to death.

Eleven Killing Law, ten people are grasshoppers on a rope, if that person does not die, then all ten people are dead.

Tamil watched as the guards walked over and beheaded the dead, then raised his hand and pointed at the nine.

"Very well, you are forgiven!"

When the nine men heard this, they were all so excited that they couldn't help themselves, and they knelt down to thank the chief for his great kindness.

It's just that when the people around looked at the nine people, their eyes were full of indescribable rejection and hatred, especially the relatives and friends of the deceased, who did not hide their hatred.

Continue the sacrifice.

The second eleventh smash law, this time the unlucky ghost was very resigned to his fate, because he knew that if he resisted, everyone around him would attack him.

In a quarter of an hour, there were nine bloody heads at Tamil's feet.

And at this time, there is only one person left, the last one.

The man clearly understood his situation, and trembled with fright, his lips were bruised, and he was sifting like chaff.

Seeing his pus-filled appearance, Tamil waved his hand irritably, "Kill it!" ”

But the man fell to his knees, and he ran faster than the others, and he climbed to the feet of Tamil and pleaded with a loud voice.

"Chief, give me a chance, and I'll make it."

……

Xi Tong was so thirsty that he unscrewed a bottle of Nongfu Spring and wanted to drink it, but when he thought of the bloody picture and the bloody human heads just now, his throat suddenly rolled and his stomach twitched.

Tynyima is bloody!

Eighteen Tyrima is forbidden!

Worthy of a barbarian, killing people is as casual as spitting foam.

However, Xi Tong also condemned in his heart, he is not the Holy Mother, let alone a savior.

Titan Continent he only cares about the life or death of Tamil, and the rest, what does it matter to him?

But at this time, Xi Tong's mind ding: Tamil launched a sacrifice to you.

Looking at the system space again, a book that exudes a faint light is slowly turning.

"Holy? In the end, the slug-like pustule really succeeded? ”

Xi Tong thought that the guy in the end would definitely die, so he didn't watch it directly, but he didn't expect that after watching 59 minutes of FbiWarning, he missed the wonderful shots at the last minute.

But if you think about it, for others, even if the sacrifice fails, there is a 9 out of 10 chance of survival, and the last person, once the sacrifice fails, there is no life.

In this certain situation, his faith will be unprecedentedly pious and unprecedentedly firm.

Even if he doesn't know what the main god of the system is, he must understand that only the main god of the system can save his life and save him from the sea of suffering.

Thinking about this section, Xi Tong suddenly felt that it was not a bad thing for Tamil to be bloody and brutal.

Click on the skill book.

Cowhide Hard Skin: A stunt cultivated by the Plateau Barbarians, the skin on the whole body is as hard as leather after activation, and the defense, attribute resistance, and ailment resistance are slightly increased. Receive 10 consecutive attacks in 3 seconds, and double the increase effect in the next 3 seconds [System evaluation 1 star - exclusive to cowards, cheeky favorites, I believe you won't choose it]

"I will!"

Learn!

Use!

Xi Tong immediately felt that his skin had undergone strange changes, the subcutaneous fat layer and tissues were rapidly tightened and hardened under the stimulation of the life force, and his fingers did not move at all, without any signs of depression.

Pounding the table, just listening to the bangbang, like a wooden stick beating, and most importantly, the hands didn't feel anything.

There was neither pain nor collision, as if a nerve had been blocked and unconscious.

Xi Tong gently scratched the back of his hand and fully understood the word "scratching through the boots".

His eyes gurgled and rolled, and Xi Tong jumped up in surprise.

"Damn, magic skills!"

"This Nima is definitely a man's favorite!"

"This skill should be at least 10 stars, system, I doubt your grading criteria are really scientific."

The system was powerless to complain, "Great master, you better think about what rewards you will get by recharging 2W first." ”