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Located in the north, Baiyu Mountain is the highest mountain in the cold region, and it is also the holy mountain in the hearts of all cold people. As long as you are at the foot of the mountain, you can see the huge black altar on the top of the mountain in the distance. It is made of hard black anectorite, which forms a huge contrast with the perennial ice and snow on the top of the mountain. In order to win the favor of the gods, the people of the cold land do not know how many years and how many lives they sacrificed to complete the construction of it.

On the highest platform of the altar, many ancient bronze pillars stood on three sides, each carved with a hideous and terrifying beast head.

Facing the head of the beast was the huge barrier of the gods. White Feather Mountain is like a pea in front of a giant in front of the barrier.

The barrier has existed since ancient times, covering the mountains and rivers in their direction, stretching out on both sides like a huge bowl that encompasses the entire cold land.

The most severe wind and snow in the cold land could not pass through the barrier. Everything on the other side seemed to be gone, and only the endless darkness covered everything, like a lurking black beast.

According to ancient legends, this is a safety barrier set up by the gods to protect the cold people. Some say that it was a huge prison to punish the ancestors of the Handi people. The most terrifying legend is that when it wakes up from hibernation, all the people of the cold will become its food.

The most popular legend is that one day, a Destiny will be favored by the gods and will be able to rule over all things in the world.

On the black altar, an old priest in a white feather robe cleaned alone. He swept and the snow fell, which was simply the most desperate punishment.

Looking at the huge black barrier, imagine the terrifying power of the gods. The old priest prostrated himself on the altar and said in sorrow and fear, "God bless, have mercy on your servant." The White Feather Clan will surely offer the best sacrifices, and I beg you for your favor. In the snowstorm, the priest looked back at the bronze pillars that surrounded the altar and couldn't help frowning.

In the huge cave at the foot of the mountain, the roaring fire in the middle has been lit, and on the neatly arranged stone piles, only Liao Liao and a few tribal chiefs are sitting with uneasy faces.

On the opposite side of the stone pile, next to the stone wall, there is a high platform. There are six tall stone seats on it, and the stone walls behind each one are carved with various quaint totems.

The towering woods represent the green trees, the raging flames represent the red flames, the angry bull heads represent the eastern yellow, and the rushing river is the totem of ten thousand streams. The stone seat on the far left, the totem on the back has been bulldozed, and a once powerful tribe has died.

On the winter solstice, on this day, the chiefs of the large and small tribes come to the holy mountain to gather. The fate of many tribes was decided on this day. Some were exiled, others were given better hunting grounds, and it was all up to the chieftain of the White Feather tribe.

At this time of the year, the chiefs of countless small tribes would waste their efforts to loot the wealth of the clan and give it to the chieftains of the White Feather in order to get a good distribution. On the rugged mountain road, countless small tribesmen who were hungry and cold fell in the wind and snow and never got up again, and Baiyu Mountain also has another name in the hearts of the cave people, White Bone Mountain.

On the stone wall of the middle stone seat, a flying feather is carved. When the White Feather tribe was still a small tribe, the chief of a powerful tribe once laughed that the feathers that rose with the wind could never become an eagle. As always, the White Feather Chief responded to him with his own spear.

Since then, no one will doubt the totem of the White Feather anymore, just as no one now doubts that the White Feather is the strongest tribe in the Cold Lands.

On top of the stone seat sat a strong man, motionless like a statue, and in the light of the dancing fire, like a ghost.

After waiting for a long time, finally, he raised the wine glass in his hand and said, "It seems that everything that wants to come is here, and if you don't want to come, you won't come, let us all drink this cup." ”

Several chiefs hurriedly stood up, raised their wine glasses with a smile on their faces, and for a while all kinds of compliments were endless.

A gust of cold wind carried a group of people into the cave. An elder at the head was dressed in a black bearskin jacket and white hair, but his eyes were bright.

He looked around at the situation in the cave and laughed, "I, the chief of the Chiyan tribe, Zhu, am the leader of the alliance of the hundred clans. Today I am here to inform you that the hundred ministries have decided that from this year onwards, they will no longer make offerings to the White Feather Tribe. Following the ancient tradition, in the future, the five tribes will jointly decide on the division of the hunting area, and the five tribes will also take turns to control the altar of the sacred mountain. ”

After speaking, Zhu put the spear in his hand heavily on the ground, and the cold Aoki, Donghuang, and the three big chiefs of Gonggong next to him also stuck the spear in their hands on the ground.

After a while, dozens of chiefs behind them also stepped forward and stuck their spears on the ground, and the towering spears were as dense as mountains and forests.

Zhu pointed to the spear on the ground and said coldly: "Now, tell me about your decision, war or peace, the chief of the White Feather Tribe, barbarian." ”

The brawny man laughed and stood up, he took off his helmet and threw it aside without healing. It was a semicircular hood made of metal, encrusted with gemstones of various colors. Many small tribes, with a year's expenses, can't exchange one such metal products. A white feather stuck diagonally into the helmet was the emblem of the white-feathered chieftain.

He walked out of the shadow of the firelight, wearing only a pair of animal skin shorts, **** a strong upper body, dense scars like earthworms all over his body, including his face also left a terrible scar.

How many terrible battles does a man have to go through to leave so many scars, and he crawls out of the abyss of hell like a demon. The crowd around him, whether it was the first time they saw him or not, couldn't help but take a breath.

He said with a smile that he thought was amiable: "Many people here have misunderstood me, I am actually a friendly person, I have always believed that force cannot solve all problems, and many things can be sat down and discussed." ”

As soon as his words fell, the nervous crowd around him couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief. Many chiefs began to sneer in their hearts, it seems that the White Feather Tribe has really succumbed this time, and no matter how strong the tiger is, it can't beat a pack of wolves. As long as he bows his head once, maybe next time, can we also divide the hunting ground of White Feather, and the eyes of the chiefs began to communicate silently.

A small tribal chieftain who was originally sitting on a stone stake jumped up from his seat and shouted: "The White Feather Tribe, the wealth and food that have been looted by various tribes all these years must be returned to us." Otherwise, this winter, the children of the clan do not know how many more will die. We, the Dong people, are resolutely supportive of the collegiate agreement of the hundred ethnic groups to manage the entire cold land. With that, he stuck the spear in his hand into the spear forest and walked quickly to the side of the other tribes.

He looked nervously at the faces of the chiefs around him, except for the elder who looked at him with some reproach, the other chiefs, including the three major tribes, all nodded at him slightly, showing an approving smile. He was overjoyed in his heart, this time he was right, maybe next year his tribe can also get a good hunting ground.

The opportunity waited for no one, he glanced up, and the chiefs of several other small tribes who were still sitting on the stone stake, looked at the remorseful expressions in their eyes, and couldn't help but feel a smug in his heart, and couldn't help but smile on his face.

Hah, what a clever guy. He glanced at him, and the smile on his face was even bigger, and he remembered that he was the one who had the most enthusiastic conversation with him just now.