Xiacheng is the main city of the Xia tribe, located in the north of Youzhou, is the northernmost city in the territory of Zhao State, west of the Cao tribe, east of Zhongshan and Wei two major tribes, and further north is the vast wasteland Gusen.

On the map that Xia Ye was familiar with before, this is the vicinity of Chengde, but there is no summer resort for a long time, and there are only countless enemies.

For the sake of survival resources, the major tribes are constantly fighting each other, and the smell of blood and death is everywhere.

Xia Clan Patriarch Xia Wei is not a good person, but he is quite capable, after taking over the tribe for ten years, let it rise rapidly, and finally this year, the population exceeded 100,000, which can make Xia Cheng qualified to wear the crown of 'Xiongcheng'.

Today is the Spring Hunting Festival, and tens of thousands of people have gathered in the Manshi Square early, bustling, the shouts of vendors, the prayers of warriors, and the laughter of children.

Xia Ye stood on the side of the road, looking at the crowded heads, and finally his eyes fell on the towering and majestic Glory Tower, he had no honor, but his face was gloomy like water, because they were the one who was abandoned.

His father Xia Wuyan once made great achievements for the Xia family, relying on a chopping blade, he forcibly carved a life and death path for Xia Wei, and also won the title of the first hero of the tribe, but after he died in the end, he was forgotten, and the bones were made into undead heroes, continuing to protect the tribe.

Xia Lingyue didn't get any kind treatment, she didn't even see her father's last face, and even herself, as a substitute for Xia Wei's son, was dedicated to King Zhao, endured blood sacrifices, and lost her blood.

Fortunately, God favored him and did not die, but the pain and suffering of the past four years was deeply hurt in his body and heart.

"Little sister, why are you crying?"

Woad who stuffed a sugar gourd into her mouth, and suddenly saw Xia Lingyue burst into tears, she didn't know how ruthless Xia Ling was.

Even if Xia Wuyan was transformed into an undead hero and had lost all the memories in front of him, his only mission was to protect the Xia family, but he was Xia Lingyue's father after all, but for so many years, no matter how Xia Lingyue pleaded, he had never seen his father once.

"I'm not crying!"

Xia Lingyue quickly wiped away her tears and glanced at Xia Ye again, not wanting him to worry about herself.

"I will definitely tear down this Glory Tower, tear down the Ancestor Altar, and extinguish the ancestral fire of the Xia Clan. ”

Xia Ye clenched his fists, he must take advantage of this blood survival trial to establish his own tribe and grow rapidly.

Xia Wuyan was treated like this, to put it bluntly, because he was an outsider, it was okay to fight the country, but if he wanted to share the results of the war, the Xia family's power class discriminated against him and could not accommodate him, and this may also involve other secret internal information.

Boom!

The bell rang loudly, and the young people immediately gathered towards the street corner on the west side of the square.

Through the street entrance, go straight for 300 meters to the altar of the ancestors.

In a tribe, there are five basic buildings, among which the Juggernaut Tower is the most important, it can be used to construct buildings by analyzing the core of the building and generating slave labor.

The Hero Altar is a place for heroes to rest, refine and meditate, where even if they fall asleep, they can be nourished by vitality and continue to improve their strength.

The main function of the spring pool is to help the warriors recover and heal, and the ancestral altar is a place to worship the ancestors.

In this era, people did not believe in gods, but only in ancestors, believing that pious sacrifices and beliefs would be protected by ancestors.

For a tribe, the first completed building is always the Ancestral Altar, and the last one to be demolished is always it.

No matter how much the tribe's buildings are destroyed, as long as the ancestral altar is still there, there is a chance to make a comeback, but once the ancestral altar is demolished and the ancestral fire is extinguished, it also means that the tribe is dead and the clan is wiped out.

Therefore, the ancestral altars are built in the areas where the tribe's defense power is the strongest, and because of its sacredness and mystery, even those who are of the ordinary nationality are only qualified to step into it three or four times in their lifetime.

"Only young people who participate in the Blood Survival Trial are eligible to enter, and violators will be severely punished!"

"Stand in line, no loud noises, no random movements, no weapons!"

"Keep your head down and stay in awe!"

At the corner of the street stood two rows of warriors in armor, announcing to the young people the rules that needed to be followed.

Due to the importance of the altar of the ancestors, on weekdays, this street entrance is completely closed, and it will only be opened during major sacrifices.

"You, stop!"

A warrior roared.

Swish!

The people standing next to Xia Ye immediately dodged, fearing that he would harm the pond fish.

"What's the matter with that little girl? Let her go!"

The warrior had a bad temper.

Xia Ye turned around and saw Woo Guo standing three meters away, and pursed the corners of his lips depressedly, little Lori didn't want to be separated from him.

"Wait for me outside!"

Xia Ye didn't have the leisure to take care of the fruit, he wanted to take advantage of this once-in-a-lifetime opportunity to observe the terrain here in detail, and the province would lead troops to attack in the future and catch the blind.

In the era of vitality, every surname is a totem and represents a kind of power, which is the power of the clan, which is a brand that is born and can never be erased.

The Ancestral Altar represents the origin and inheritance of a clan, so its shape will show strong characteristics of the tribe.

The totem of the Xia belief is the Xuanniao Sunrise, and the power of the clan is flowing like fire, and the expedition to the east and the west, so the ancestral altar built by the spirit of the ancestors is a Xuanniao shape that is flapping its wings and wants to fly to the sun.

Thirty meters after approaching the altar, a strong killing aura came to the face, as if he was in the field, facing the charge of thousands of troops, which made people palpitate.

The young people who entered the gate instantly shrank their necks and lowered their heads like quails targeted by fierce beasts, not daring to look around.

Xia Ye's brows were furrowed, enough to kill a sea crab, he was indeed surnamed Xia, but he came from the world before the catastrophe, and he was just lucky not to die, it stands to reason that unlike the natives of this era, there should be no clan power!

"Wait, could it be said that the people in the past also had the power of the clan, but the content of the vitality in nature was too small to make the power of the clan manifest?"

Xia Ye couldn't figure it out, and who sent the text message that made him hide?

Torches are placed in the walls on either side of the altar, and the pine resin burns, occasionally beeping sounds, also illuminates the vivid frescoes.

These are all carved by the master craftsmen, and they are all important events experienced by the Xia clan in the past thousand years, especially the most wars.

After walking through the corridor, there is a huge shadow wall, which is engraved with a Xuanniao sunrise pattern, it is actually alive, especially the eyes inlaid with gems, smart and vivid, everyone who looks at it, seems to be looking back by it.

"Line up, come ahead of the Ancestral Stone!"

A middle-aged man in a linen robe stood beside the stone wall, unashamed, and in front of him was a long pine table, on which were neatly placed walnut-sized stones.

Hearing this, everyone's nerves tightened, their breathing was light, and their demeanor became more religious.

The Ancestral Stone is a special stone that has been blessed by the secret method of the Great Prophet, which can store the spirit of the Ancestor in a short period of time and ensure that the spiritual fire is not extinguished.

Xia Ye was not in a hurry and fell behind in the second half of the team.

"I heard that Xia Wei's Ancestral Stone is of higher quality, and in case of danger, it can also summon the Ancestor Guardian to attack the enemy!"

A voice rang out abruptly in my ears.

Xia Ye didn't say anything, he swept his eyes and saw a thin young man next to him, it was Xia Worm, who also lived in the slums and had an encounter in Qipan Mountain.

Xia Worm also knew that this was not the place to speak, so he closed his mouth at the right time.

The Ancestral Stones are all in the shape of pebbles, with a ring pattern on them, which looks unremarkable, but after the young man took it, he excitedly groped for it, as if it were some priceless treasure.

Xia Ye understands this emotion, because an Ancestral Stone represents the beginning of a tribe, if everyone can build an ancestral altar in the Wasteland Gusen, light the ancestral fire, and finally survive the fight, it means that they have the opportunity to become a chieftain and can spread the branches of the clan.

Bypassing the shadow wall, there is a Temple of Heaven, there are one hundred and twenty steps, and at the top, there is a huge copper tripod, which is also facing the east, and the Xuanniao is facing the sun!

In the copper tripod, there is an orange flame burning, not blazing, nor bursting, but shining on the face, it warms people's hearts, like a lover's embrace.

"Bow down!"

A deep voice rang out.

"Great Prophet!"

The young people knelt down in a big way, and they all looked excited, it was the great prophet who came, you must know that this kind of big man may not be seen two or three times in his life.

Everyone knelt down, if Xia Ye was standing, it would be absolutely dazzling, and if the Great Prophet saw that he was disrespectful to the ancestors, there was no need to talk about revenge, and he would be killed on the spot.

There was no way, Xia Ye knelt down on one knee, but it was just for a look, and it didn't touch the ground.

"Mom, Xia Wei, you wait for me, the master will let you kneel for us for three days and three nights!"

Natsuno was ruthless.

The Great Prophet began to speak, and the young people listened with serious expressions one by one, as if missing a word was disrespectful to the ancestors, but Xia Ye was upset when he heard it.

What to work hard, not to live up to the expectations of the ancestors, what to fight, to bring glory to the tribe, are all false and empty clichés, in fact, translated from the end, there is only one core idea, that is, you should be a good cow, milk with heart, even if you die, you must burn it to add a handful of ashes to the tribe's land, so that the wheat will grow better in the coming year.

"Fight, the ancestors will protect you!"

After the Great Prophet finished speaking, he raised his staff.

The flames in the bronze tripod burst into flames, illuminating the Temple of Heaven, and then flames the size of fingernails flew out, as if they had spirituality, and drilled into the ancestral stones in the hands of every young man.