Andy also secretly paid attention, touching his exposed places from time to time, he didn't want to be sucked so much blood unconsciously.

Following the smell of rum, the pirates went deeper and deeper, and Zach had discovered several indigenous traps that surprised Andy, and as he went deeper, the density of the surrounding trees decreased a lot, and more and more traces of man-made began to appear.

Andy knew that they had entered the scope of the headhunters.

Be more careful here, as there is a good chance that there are more headhunter traps hidden on the ground.

Zach waved his hand, causing the pirates to half-bend their bodies and scatter behind a few large trees, and they could already faintly see the headhunter tribe, and the sparse headhunters were scurrying among them.

Some of them carried a variety of fruits, and some carried live goats with thick wooden sticks.

Andy also saw that in the distance, in an open area, there were several sailors tied up.

"Those are the sailors on the wrecked ship, who thought they would be safe if they swam to this island, but they didn't know it, they just delayed their deaths, and the end would be much more terrible than being buried at sea. ”

Roger had apparently seen those people as well, and he whispered in Andy's ear, a little embarrassed in his tone.

"The goats must have been picked up from wrecked ships, and the natives don't keep them. ”

Pirates usually bring a few goats with them when they go to sea, for the purpose... Each has its own purpose, and eating meat for recreation and peace of mind is different.

Zach told everyone to hide until evening, when the sun set and the headhunter sacrifice would officially begin.

Andy hid to the side, observing the appearance of the headhunter tribe, the dye-dyed black and white wooden house, the human heads hanging everywhere, and the stone altar in the center, this novel architectural style showed mystery everywhere, and he was quite interested.

The sky is getting darker and darker, and the sun is setting below the sea level.

The headhunters lit a bonfire in the clearing, tied the offerings around the clearing, and began to dance around the bonfire.

"Whoa~"

They make strange noises, make exaggerated movements, and hold unknown plants in circles.

After a while, the natives fell silent.

The chieftain-like figure stood in the center, babbling a lot of words to the sky with both hands, and took out a few thin, sharpened wooden branches, and pierced them through his skin to look like ornaments.

The natives began to go wild, singing and dancing.

A sturdy native dragged their captives, the poor sailors, under the altar one by one, rudely stripped off their clothes and painted mysterious totems on their bodies with black and white dye.

Those dyes are made from mysterious plants and have incredible powers.

"Click, click, click!"

The chief jumped down from the altar and shouted loudly.

The totem on the sailor's body glowed, and it turned out to be a little dazzling.

"Uh-huh..."

The sailors made unpleasant noises, their throats seemed to be clenched tightly, unable to speak, and the light of the totem grew brighter and brighter, and then suddenly disappeared.

The sturdy native took out a sharp knife, which belonged to the sailor's scimitar.

Hand up and knife down.

The sailors' blood seemed to have been evaporated, and they were reduced to dried corpses that seemed to have been dead for hundreds of years, their heads neatly laid out on the altar, shrinking at a rate visible to the naked eye.

A frenzy flashed in Andy's eyes, this is witchcraft!

The witchcraft of the headhunters.

The pirates didn't say a word, they weren't good people, and they didn't have the idea of going up to the rescue of these unfortunate people.

The natives brought the goats again, cut their throats and bleed, and sprinkled the goat's blood in special containers on the altar, and the blood on the altar seeped into the stones, and in a short time it became gray and white.

Led by the chief, the natives fell to their knees and prayed reverently.

A figure stepped out of the tribe's wooden hut and slowly walked to the altar, it was a woman.

Her skin looks so delicate in the moonlight, her dark complexion is like black coffee beans, her perfect body, and her delicate face, although she is a black person, she is undeniably a stunner.

Even the fastidious Andler couldn't help but look appreciative.

It's a work of art.

The woman was on the altar with her arms outstretched, enjoying the prostration of the headhunters below, the shaman of the headhunter tribe, a nobler presence than the chieftain.

The shaman dropped a piece of cloth from his waist, carefully opened it, and took out a piece of leather paper, which he hung on the wooden stick of the altar.

"Yoda!"

As soon as the shaman's voice fell, flames lit around the altar, and she stepped out of the flames without any discomfort.

The people became more fanatical and stood up one after another, singing mystical songs, dancing mystical dances, and falling into revelry.

"Captain?"

Roger shouted softly, and Zach shook his head and motioned to look on.

In the middle of the moon, the flames kept burning, and the headhunters brought out the rum, gulped it down, cheered, and danced mystically around the campfire.

Andy was dumbfounded, and he felt wisps of special power rip out of their bodies and pour into the altar as the natives moved.

Just as the natives got carried away, Zach waved his hand lightly.

The time has come!

"Andy, stay here!"

Roger commanded, and he had already rushed out like a cheetah, and the sailor knife in his hand flashed with a silver light, and several natives who were still immersed in madness had already gone to hell.

Zach kills the leading chief with a single shot, and then heads straight for the shaman at the altar, knowing that he is the only one who can deal with this woman.

Andy watched intently, it was the first time he had seen these pirates attack.

Roger is as fierce as a wolf, and after such a while, there are more than ten more souls under the sailor's knife.

The natives were unarmed and were already a little tired, so their reactions naturally slowed down.

The murderous Bibab took a hand axe, specially cut off people's heads, and laughed, looking very cool.

What surprised Andy the most was Babi, who threw away the sailor knife and actually fought hand-to-hand with the natives, and as Babi's eyes became bloodshot and red, his teeth began to sharpen, tearing the natives' throats alive and chewing heavily.

Shudder.

In comparison, Andler is undoubtedly a lot more comfortable, he shuttles through the crowd like a butterfly, holding a dagger in each hand, and easily slices the throat of the enemy.

The end is already doomed, the difficult ones are killed by muskets, and the unarmed natives can only usher in a killing.