"Why don't you temporarily move those small tribes to the side of the big tribes, in the case of a large number of people, I am afraid that those flea-like Desi will not easily break through your camp, let alone slaughter your people unscrupulously. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 info When the war is over, wouldn't it be okay for those tribes who want to go out on their own?", Charlie the Lionheart laughed, but it always gave people a terrifying feeling. This guy has a huge lion's head on his head, and he can't always be considered a human kind.

After the barriers of racial and reproductive segregation were broken, there were many strange orcs in the sky, and the leon were one of the more powerful ones. They possess the wisdom of humans and retain the strength of wild beasts, and in battle, they must not only guard against their fists, feet and swords, but also be careful of being bitten by them.

Charlie the Lionheart laughed a few times and looked at Tutu and several other chiefs of the big clan, "Chiefs, maybe after the war is over, your clan will exceed 100,000 people!"

The chiefs of many large tribes suddenly became excited, and the primeval jungle of the Salmei Mountains followed the most primitive rules of survival, the law of the jungle. Sometimes the wars between tribes and tribes are not necessarily as ruthless as the invasion of the Desi. The defeated tribes will lose all their adult males, the old, the weak, the sick and the disabled, and they will leave only children and women under the age of ten. The chief of the loser would be plucked and made into a war drum, and the drumsticks that beat the war drum were the two thigh bones.

The big tribes are constantly annexing the small tribes, and the big tribes are also fighting against each other. How to expand one's tribe, occupy more territory, and have more population and warriors has always been the highest goal pursued by the black barbarians. Lionheart's words are not difficult to understand, and they are exactly what they want, they don't need any war, no warriors, no casualties, they can annex small tribes, and the chiefs of these big tribes have already decided in their hearts.

Their gaze at the chiefs of those small tribes became extremely cold at this time, this was the time for large-scale annexation, if these people dared to jump out to oppose it, then the end would be extremely miserable.

A troublesome problem that is not a problem was completely solved in a sentence from Charlie the Lionheart, and Charlie the Lionheart may not have any good intentions, there are too many warriors in the black barbarians. These barbarians, who live in the primeval jungle and compete with heaven and earth for survival, are almost indistinguishable from wild beasts, and have been trained as warriors since childhood. Both men and women are excellent jungle hunters, and those who do not qualify are eliminated by nature early in round hunts.

Hundreds of thousands of barbarians were a threat to the Orlando Empire, but at the same time a nuisance to the Byron Empire. Originally, these tribes were scattered in different places in the jungle, and even if there were constant wars with each other, these wars were only a kind of "progress" for the entire race. Progress within the controllable range can only continuously enhance the quality of this race and enhance the overall combat effectiveness of the black barbarians. But when these small tribes are attached to the larger tribes, and the entire race is left with only a few tribes with a large population base, their wars will also escalate.

From painless skirmishes to tribal wars that completely wipe out a tribe, even if nothing is done, the number of black barbarians will be minimized in one or two hundred years of tribal wars, until someone stands up to unify the entire tribe and become the king of barbarians.

Charlie's erected pupils quietly glanced at the excited Tutu, and sneered in his heart, he respectfully called Tutu the king of the barbarians, and it was also to lay the groundwork for the future civil war of the black barbarians. This group of uncivilized primitive barbarians may not necessarily submit to a chieftain like Tutu, and the title of king of barbarians is not only not an honor, but a trigger for civil war.

But now, it's still early to talk about the civil war of the black barbarians, at least take Ortlenburg first, open the pass and put the Byron Imperial Iron Cavalry.

One by one, the chiefs were half-willing, half-coerced into sending orders back to the tribe to move their tribes around the larger tribes, and their hearts were bleeding, but they couldn't help but do so. Once the war is over, their good days will come to an end, and the chiefs of the great tribes will never want to see a group of people in their territories who do not obey their orders, and they will either end up as ordinary barbarians, or they will be made into war drums to beat all the time.

After solving the "worries", the course of the war accelerated again, and in less than seven days, the main force of the black barbarians had come out of the primeval jungle and was stationed only three days away from Ortlenburg.

It was at this time, deep in the jungle, that Aphro began his last efforts. She knew very well that the chieftains of the major tribes at this time had been deceived by Charlie the Lionheart of the Byron Empire, and even risked their lives to gamble on an invisible future, which was also doomed to failure. She can only pin her hopes on these witch sacrifices, at least the witch priests are naturally closer to her, she is a holy woman!

Hiding and hiding along the way, he finally found the witch sacrifice of the Tutu tribe, and when he faced this witch sacrifice again, Aphro suddenly had an indescribable sense of strangeness in his heart.

The blue-black tattoos on the witch's face had become a clump of unrecognizable patterns after the skin had slackened, and the delicate and beautiful feathers on her head made her look a little ridiculous, and her slightly hooked nose was dotted with brown spots, and her squinted eyes occasionally flashed with a glint of wisdom. She was dressed in gray linen clothes that had been washed to a white color, and sat cross-legged on a stone plate, exuding the smell of decay and death.

She raised her eyes to look at Aphro, who looked expectant, and shook her head, "Holy Maiden, you know very well that there is no way for me to stop such a war. She spoke very slowly, slowly stretched out her hand like a dry chicken claw, scratched her flabby neck, and the cracks between her nails were suddenly filled with layers of black putty, "And you shouldn't come back, Your Excellency." ”

Aphro stood across from the old man, a little more sad on his face, "I knew we were going to lose, so I had to make one last effort. If it's an oracle, can't it stop them?"

"Oracle?", the witch priest cracked his mouth and laughed with the few big yellow teeth left, the laughter became louder and sharper, and finally he couldn't even breathe, as if he might lose his breath at any moment. She took a deep breath, forced herself to stop laughing, raised her arm to wipe the tears from the corners of her eyes, and looked at Aphro with a strange look, "Holy Maiden, as an attendant of the barbarian gods, have you really listened to the whispers of the gods?"

Without waiting for Aphro to answer, she stood up suddenly, and continued: "I have awakened the so-called bloodline since I was seven years old, I have been worshiped by the tribe as a witch sacrifice of the tribe, and I have learned the wisdom left by my ancestors, and now I have ......", she raised her head and closed her eyes, and her fingers pinched wildly, "It's been eighty-one years......", her face also showed a sigh at this time, an inexplicable sentimentality, as if she was self-deprecating, and she said mocking others:" In the eighty-first year, the people honored me as a witch sacrifice, called me a servant of the barbarian gods, and I used oracles to guide my people. But do you know, O holy woman, that for eighty-one years I have never really heard the whispers of the gods. ”

There was indescribable indifference and sarcasm on her face, "I was panicked and uneasy at first, I questioned my faith and piety, and I thought at one time that I couldn't communicate with the barbarian gods, and the barbarian gods couldn't send down oracles, because I wasn't pure enough. I have been self-disciplined and penanced, and it has taken me almost forty years to become more pure, more in line with the kind of people you say the gods like. ”

"But I still haven't gotten even the slightest oracle. After forty years of hard work, I have not only begun to question myself, but also begun to ......", she cracked her mouth and laughed, her smile was extremely mad, "I have also begun to question the gods!"

"At first, it made me hate myself, and I even committed suicide. She bare her wrists and flipped to face Aphro, with several dark brown scars on her wrists twisted. "When other witch priests saved me, they asked me why I wanted to kill myself, but I didn't dare to say anything, so I could only keep my mouth shut and bury all my thoughts in my heart. Silence is like the best breeding ground for suspicion, and gradually I am not the only one who cannot listen to the oracles, all the witch sacrifices, all the witch sacrifices!"

She screamed hysterically, "All the witch priests couldn't listen to the oracles, and that horrible thought grew more and more crazy, until one day, I asked myself, what if all the gods, all the oracles were imaginary?", her laughter was filled with some kind of madness that penetrated people's hearts, and she cried again with laughter, "Witch Sacrifice?

She looked up at Aphro, "You said there was an oracle, so please show the miracle." If there are no miracles, Holy Maiden, in fact, you and I are the same, ordinary people. Where did the gods come from in this world, where did the oracles come from?"

"If I were you, I would leave here now, out of this cage, and back to the free world outside!"

Aphro tried to try, but the old witch priest closed her eyes, and she finally turned all her emotions into a sigh. At the same time, she couldn't suppress a sadness in her heart, she recalled the days when she lived with Wren, and she suddenly understood everything. The so-called oracles are nothing more than a trick by the chiefs to fool those poor people. From time to time, these old witches used oracles to manipulate ordinary barbarians, and since he or they themselves knew that there were no oracles in this world, but they still acted with oracles, the meaning of which was nothing more than a combination of church and state.

At this time, the "oracle" would only tell those people that the war would be an unprecedented victory, not a defeat. (To be continued.) )