"The moon is so bright tonight!" said Emilia with a smile.

The bright moonlight shone on the faces of the Indians, showing a desperate expression on their faces.

The "Kulen tribe" is just a small tribe of less than a thousand people in this steppe. For the previous 50 years, the people of the tribe lived an ordinary and happy life under the leadership of the patriarch and the old shaman. They work every day at sunrise and rest at sunset, and their lives are sweet and happy.

But on the night of three days ago, the old shaman suddenly prophesied, "The Kulun people are in danger of extinction." When they heard this prophecy, the people were terrified. In order to determine the truth of the prophecy, the old shaman sacrificed the patriarch who volunteered to sacrifice, and finally got the accurate result of the prophecy.

"Three days later, at night, a powerful group of outsiders will visit, and they will come with murderous intent, and the entire camp will be killed by the outsiders. ”

Having received the definite news, the old shaman mobilized the warriors of the whole clan and began to hunt wild beasts in large numbers. The old shaman exhausted the last of his life, planted two powerful witchcraft in the tribe's camp, and decided to relocate the whole clan.

They thought that the witchcraft used by the old shaman to exhaust his life could at least delay the enemy until dawn, but they did not expect to be caught up by the enemy in less than 3 hours after running out. Now the fighting strength of the entire tribe is only more than a hundred people, and with these combat strengths, I am afraid that they will not even be able to die with the blood clan.

Ancestral spirits, are we Kuluns really going extinct?

Yapachadu put down the jar on his shoulder, silently drew the short sword at his waist, and walked slowly towards the enemy. Seeing Yapachadu's movements, the other men also took out their weapons and prepared for a final battle with these invaders.

Glancing at the women and children behind her, Apachadu shouted to Amilia, "O foreign warriors! If I can win a game, you will let one of our people go, and if you still have the glory of a warrior, you can agree to come down. ”

Yapachadu····

The warriors standing behind him, hearing Yapachadu's words, also shouted in unison:

"And me!

"Count me in!"

···········

Hehe!

Looking at the naïve natives in front of her, Emilia couldn't help but laugh out loud: "Why should I agree to your request? If you win, you can keep the bloodline going, but if you lose, what good will it do me?"

Yapachadu's hands holding the stone sword were full of bruises, and he gritted his teeth with a blue face, and his anger had reached the top. The enemy's sneer was like a steel knife scraping into his bones, and if it weren't for the unquenchable fire of the Kulen clan, he would have pounced on it and perished with the enemy. Just now·····

It's all for the legacy of the Kulen people!

Yapachadu held back the anger in his heart, and after a long struggle, he spoke again: "Foreigners, if you win, I will hand over to you the treasures that our Kulun clan has inherited for hundreds of years. ”

"No, you can't!"

"The treasures of Cullen cannot fall into the hands of invaders·····"

"Yapachadu, you ·····"

"Why bother, let's just get it. Emilia had no intention of resolving it peacefully, and as soon as she finished speaking, the Bloods rushed towards the Cullens.

Yapachadu stood at the front, roaring loudly, and took the brunt of the attack on one of the Bloods.

Kill!

An asymmetrical battle began.

Yapachadu was the most powerful warrior in the tribe, and with the stone sword in his hand, he could kill a dozen wild wolves on the grassland alone. He thought that he could take a few enemies with him before he died.

It's a pity that he overestimated himself.

The stone sword in his hand couldn't even pierce the skin of the blood clan. Looking at the enemy's five bright red fingers and grabbing them into his chest, Yapachadu smiled bitterly. He used his last strength to look behind him, and sure enough... A group of powerful enemies, if... If only I had the power to do that.

Poof!

Yapachadu fell to the ground, and at his last glance before he died, he saw his beloved girl, crushed to the ground by the enemy, with helpless tears in his eyes.

The flower language of Sunflower is bright, warm, loyal, sunny and positive····· And love.

An asymmetrical slaughter soon ended.

After killing all the tribesmen, the Bloods left the blood-stained woods and returned to their Indian camp. On the way, Emilia saw that Dylan had become a little silent, and she could guess Dylan's heart at this time, so she asked, "Dylan, are you sympathetic to the enemies?"

Dylan asked rhetorically, "Do you think they shouldn't be sympathetic?"

Hehe···· Emilia smiled mysteriously, and instead of answering immediately, she asked again, "Do you know why we are back in their camp?"

"Why? Is there anything of value here?"

Emilia shook her head and said, "You look. ”

WITH THAT, EMILIA WALKED OVER TO THE SACRIFICIAL PILLAR IN THE CENTER OF THE CAMP AND RAISED HER RIGHT HAND TO CHANT THE INCANTATION: "DAD IFEN GEK AI1 (MUD UPWELLING)."

The sound of the incantation fell, and the ground in front of the sacrificial pillar arched. The long sacrificial pillar, with the rolling of the underground soil, continued to rise, and within a radius of more than ten meters, a large amount of soil in the ground turned up. As the earth on the ground turned over, Dylan was surprised to see that there were many dead people's bones buried under the sacrificial pillar.

As a dark species, the Bloods are born with the ability to see in the dark, and Dylan can see clearly that the scars left on these white bones are all caused by stone weapons. Weapons made of stone are not at all comparable in sharpness to iron weapons. Therefore, the marks left on the bones of creatures killed by stone weapons are as if they were smashed with blunt objects, which is very easy to identify.

Looking at the ground again, the bones turned up covered the ground within a radius of ten meters. Dylan's heart suddenly brightened, and he instantly figured out that living in this era, he really didn't need sympathy. People attack each other and kill each other, and there is no room for mercy and sympathy.

The Dark Middle Ages, as it were.

The British, the French, the Spaniards, they were able to colonize other countries only because they were now stronger. If the national power of other colonized countries were reversed, the result would be the same.

You say, the British are cruel to outsiders, are they very friendly to the people of their own country? Dylan almost forgot that the whole of Europe is now ruled by a dark feudal system. The king divided the lords, and the lords were slaves.

Serfdom is an economic system established by "feudal lords" in feudal society to exploit and enslave serfs in their territory. Under this system, a small number of feudal lords or serf owners owned the vast majority of production resources, such as land, forests, grasslands, and rivers, and the serfs received a share of the land from the serf owners, in return for which they had to cultivate the lord's land without compensation, perform all kinds of labor, and hand over most of the products of their labor.

The basic feature of serfdom was that the serfs were tied to the land and had to be dependent on the serf owners. The serf owners, on the other hand, took advantage of this personal dependency to carry out supra-economic forced exploitation of the serfs. The form of rent in serfdom was mainly the rent of labour, supplemented by a small amount of rent in kind and money.

The prosperity of Europe was built under such cruel exploitation, and the natives of these New Worlds were not necessarily kind people. These indigenous people, who have not undergone any civilized civilization, live by hunting and farming every day, and they do not know what morality is, and they do not know what benevolence is.

Although they do not have the filthiness of the state and politics, in their concept of survival, they reflect the nature of the jungle like nature. Look at the bones buried deep in their land, these must be Indians from other tribes.

Eating and being eaten, killing and being killed, for anyone in this world, it's the same. In this dark Middle Ages, people fought only instinctively, and had nothing to do with morality, let alone profit.