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In the early morning, when the morning glow filled the sky, the first rays of sunlight shone on the vast earth, and the ancient and silent continent became noisy at once, and all living beings opened their eyes at this moment and began to rush for survival.

"Bell, bell!" With a heavy bell, the Gu Yuan tribe, which had experienced hundreds of years of vicissitudes, woke up.

Today is a very important day for the entire Guyuan tribe and tens of thousands of people, and it is also a solemn and sad moment.

Every Gu Yuan clan, regardless of men, women and children, has already gotten up early, today is the day of the burial of the warriors who died in the war for the clan, as their relatives, to send these warriors on their last journey.

The savage human race, which has been passed down from generation to generation, has been passed down from generation to generation, even if it has gone through countless generations, but it has always adhered to the habit of being born in the Great Wilderness, dying in the Great Wilderness, and being in the soil for peace.

Time passes, time flies, the wild land does not know how many thousands of years have existed, countless generations of human ancestors fought the heavens and the earth, conquered foreign races, and killed the territory with blood, even if they died, they had to protect this land that gave birth to themselves.

Today's Xiao Chen is still wearing cyan armor, the dark blood war spear is not far from the left and right, the human race is ancient and legendary, the great wilderness is full of dangers, battles are everywhere, giving up weapons is to give up life.

Every Gu Yuan clan understands that there are many crises in the Great Wilderness, and the Gu Yuan clan will be in danger if they forget to fight!

More and more Gu Yuan clan people gathered together, and the elders and stewards of the tribe followed Xiao Chen, walking towards the mourning hall where the warriors of the clan were temporarily placed, there was no noise, no noise, even the children who were playing around on weekdays seemed to be affected by this sad atmosphere at this moment, and they followed their parents one after another.

As if afraid that they would frighten the heroic spirits of the fallen warriors, their steps were so gentle that it didn't take long for everyone to reach the outside of the mourning hall.

Under Xiao Chen's eyes, a row of clan protector soldiers solemnly walked into the mourning hall, and in a moment, the four of them carried the coffin out of the mourning hall.

The resting place of the warriors does not have gorgeous and precious coffins, just coffins made of ordinary trees on the mainland, without exquisite and gorgeous appearance, and some coffins can even see untreated bark and branches, which shows the haste of coffin making.

But each of these pitch-black coffins is made very thick and spacious, and there are many materials, and the tribesmen have not cut corners at all.

When the first coffin was slowly lifted out of the mourning hall, there was even a low cry among the women on the side, these cries were slightly depressed, and they wanted to vent, but they tried their best to control themselves and not let themselves make a sound.

These warriors lying in coffins are their relatives, their men, their brothers, their fathers, for the sake of the clan, these heroic sons and daughters have fulfilled their mission of splashing Gu Yuan with their lives.

Watching the coffins being lifted out of the mourning hall one after another, Xiao Chen, who was originally standing in front of the clansmen and was silent, suddenly walked towards the first coffin.

Under the puzzled gaze of everyone, he replaced one of the Protector soldiers, and held the coffin tightly with both hands and placed it on his shoulder.

"Patriarch!"

Seeing Xiao Chen's actions like this, all the clansmen exclaimed, and a trace of tears flashed in their eyes.

"Today, there is no patriarch, only the heroic souls of hundreds of my Gu Yuan warriors, without them, there would be no stability of my Gu Yuan, just by virtue of this, I, Xiao Chen, am willing to be a pawn and carry the coffin for the warriors in the clan for the funeral!"

Xiao Chen's actions can be said to have greatly shocked everyone, in the history of the Savage Continent, there has never been a patriarch who carried the coffins of the low-level clansmen for funeral.

Looking at Xiao Chen's not sturdy figure, as majestic as a mountain, the clansmen were stunned at first, and then stood still, and their eyes showed a solemn and solemn color.

And Tieshi Linshan and others were better learned, and they came to the coffin one after another, carried the coffin on their shoulders, and sent the warriors on their last journey.

The cemetery of the Guyuan tribe is not far away, on a low hillside behind the tribe, and since 800 years ago, when the Guyuan tribe was established, all the people of the Guyuan tribe have been buried on this hillside.

Qingshan is fortunate to bury the bones of the faithful, a low hill, no, maybe it can't be called a mountain at all, this is just a hilly hill with ups and downs, such a small hill is in the wild continent, and the night of the great wilderness can be described as everywhere, dense, I don't know how many.

This is the cemetery of the Gu Yuan tribe, the place where the iron-blooded hearts of the Gu Yuan warriors finally returned, and for eight hundred years, countless warrior souls have rested here, quietly waiting for this place of reproduction.

The whole hill can be said to be barren, there are no particularly tall trees, yellowing grasses, withered shrubs, here, the sky is gray, the earth is gray, life here becomes still, without any brilliance, frozen in this moment.

On the tombstones, there are untold stories that tell the 800-year-old iron horse of the Guyuan tribe.

Some of these tombstones have just been erected, while others have been contaminated with the breath of time, which have become fluffy and collapsed under the erosion of time for hundreds of years, and everything seems so depressed.

Behind the tombstones, there are some messy soldiers, the weapons used by these deceased warriors during their lifetimes, where not only their bodies are buried, but also where their soldiers sleep with their clansmen.

During their lifetimes, these soldiers followed their masters, fought bloody battlefields, slaughtered foreign enemies, and after their deaths, these soldiers accompanied their masters to sleep on the earth.

Broken swords, broken bone spears, cracked swords...... Some weapons are even stained with black blood spots, all of which show the cruelty of the battle.

At this time, hundreds of grave pits had been excavated side by side on one side of the cemetery, and these grave pits were arranged in an orderly manner, as if they had been accurately measured, and they were of the same size.

And their common feature is that they all face the Gu Yuan tribe, these warriors died in battle for the clan during their lifetime, and they are also the loyal souls of Gu Yuan after death!

There was no ceremony, no impassioned words, and in silence the warriors lowered their coffins into the prepared grave at a time.

The warriors of Gu Yuan don't need to cry, all they need is iron and blood, they want to use the knives and swords in their hands to kill a piece of the sky in the great wilderness for their wives and children, crying is a sign of cowardice.

When the last coffin was placed, I saw a strong man holding a large ceramic jar in his arms, walking towards everyone, pouring a large bowl of liquor in front of the tomb of each warrior.

After pouring the wine, all the clansmen looked at Xiao Chen, only to see him slowly pick up the wine bowl, looking at the tombstone that had just been erected in front of him, his eyes were deep and obscure, and his tone was even more sonorous and powerful, "This cup of wine, respect my Gu Yuan warrior, iron-blooded Dan heart guard Gu Yuan, although the loyal soul will live forever, Xiao Chen respects, do it!"

"!"

The clear stream of wine was swallowed, with a hint of bitterness, and no one cared about the excitement of the wine spilling on the placket of the clothes.

"This second cup of wine, toast me Gu Yuan warriors don't bleed dry, and the battle doesn't stop"

"This third cup of wine, may my Gu Yuan warrior be loyal to the soul forever, toast a glass of turbid wine, everyone on the road to Huangquan will walk together, dry!"

"Let's go on the Yellow Springs Road!"

All the clansmen shouted in unison at the same time, living and dying together, life and death together, even if the years passed, one day they would grow old, or die on the battlefield, but they had no regrets.

On the green hills, there are countless martyrs looking at them, and the inheritance and glory of the tribe are built by the blood of the clansmen.

Bang Bang Bang!

After drinking the last drink, everyone slammed the porcelain bowl to the ground, and then returned to the tribe without looking back, leaving only the tombs standing in the wilderness, looking at the Gu Yuan tribe not far away.

There were constant whispers from the crowd

"Defend my Gu Yuan, the blood will not dry up, the battle will not stop, the fire from generation to generation, the beginning will be cut off! Defend my Gu Yuan, the blood will not dry ......."