Möngke was worthy of being an experienced Campas hunter, and the swift blow of the median artery did not deviate in the slightest, and the powerful palm pressed the roaring and struggling giant bear to the ground, and even the four claws of the giant bear frantically slashed the ground, and his neck could not break free from the iron hoop palm at all.

The pierced artery, under the pressure of the palm of the hand, scarlet hot blood rushed into the sky like a spring.

Meng Ge showed his strong control over the Dou Qi, and the blood that flew into the sky for more than ten meters turned into a thin blood cloud under the control of the Dou Qi, wriggling and covering the entire altar.

"Campas Campas Campas" blood cloud a drop of blood rain sprinkled, the thick and pungent smell of blood, the whole sacrificial atmosphere to the peak, the snow ape people brandished weapons, made a crisp and long collision sound, the powerful big feet stepped on the ground in a neat rhythm, shouted the name of the god of war loudly, deafening cheers and roars, and the powerful battle intent connected into a piece could almost overturn the earth.

The rain of blood sprinkled on the boulder platform gathered into wisps, flowing along the lines on the altar, the giant beast roared, the blood stained the altar, the beast hunter holding the dagger high, the scene on the altar, it seemed to be silently interpreting a desolate epic, and a fierce and desolate wild atmosphere came to the face in the ritual of historical inheritance.

The snow ape people near the altar excitedly rushed to sprinkle the blood of the scarlet beast outside the altar with the rain of blood, these sacrifices splashed out of the altar were the blessings of the god of war to his people, and every time the snow ape people got a drop, they must be excited to beat their chests and howl loudly, happily smearing the blood on their own or their children's foreheads, and praying loudly to the god of war to thank the god of war for his blessing.

"Roar" until the giant bear's blood ran out and he couldn't struggle, Meng Ge, whose hair was almost completely scarlet, lifted the giant bear above his head with both hands, and roared wildly in the sky, and the surrounding snow ape people also echoed the shouting, rolling unyielding and ferocious battle intent, just like the orcs who fought against all things in heaven and earth in ancient times.

The huge body of the powerless flew up, the sharp logs pierced the pitch-black fur, the giant bear that was not yet completely exhausted twitched and struggled weakly, and the ferocious beasts of the wasteland were now just poor sacrifices, hung from the wooden thorns around the altar, wailing powerlessly, waiting for the end of life.

After doing all this, Meng Ke waved his strong arms full of blood and danced a powerful wild dance to the sound of the horn.

The primitive bloody ritual was shrouded in mystery under the long full moon, and Möngke, who had jumped around the altar, returned to the center of the altar and bowed respectfully to the sky.

After standing up again, the bloody body stood firm as a mountain behind the three praying elders, and only then did the three elders stop singing prayers in their mouths, and after bowing respectfully to the full moon, they turned to face the fanatical clansmen.

The bloody and desolate ritual seemed to cast a faint layer of blood on the pale hazy moonlight in the sky.

"Tribesmen, the great god of Kampas and the revered goddess Phoebe have accepted our sacrifice!" the elders shouted loudly, like gasoline, poured into the raging fire, cheers, roars, and the people of the Quinn tribe, around the roaring bonfire, danced the primitive hunting dance, twisted their bodies in frenzy, howled madly, and slammed into their weapons, only in this way could they vent the excitement that gushed out from the bottom of their hearts.

The god of war accepted their sacrifice, and with the blessing of the god of war, the tribe will have abundant prey under the leadership of a new leader in the coming year, the tribe will be peaceful, the tribe will prosper and grow more powerful warriors.

"Under the witness of the great Campas God of War, the strongest warriors of the Quinn tribe will become the new leader of the tribe, and those who win the final victory will be blessed by the gods of Campas and the moon to shoulder the burden of guarding the tribe and the people, and now let the great and just god Kampas witness the glory of the Quinn warriors!" the Great Elder raised his arms and shouted, and the crowd under the altar echoed.

"Warriors!! Warriors !!" The fanatical snow ape people waved their arms frantically, and their high-pitched shouts almost blew away the clouds in the sky.

With the call of the Great Elder, four strong warriors on both sides of the altar, shirtless and holding horns, crossed their waists with one hand and puffed out their cheeks, sounded the desolate horn to begin the selection of the leader.

The first Snow Ape Warrior to be tested was slightly nervous, and his expression was solemn and reverent.

It was a very young Snow Ape Clan warrior, whose body was a few laps smaller than Marcus, but his steps were steady and his breath was long, and his strength was even lower than that of Marcus.

Veneratefully kneeling to the bright moon that appeared to the god of war and the moon in the air, then several elders and the clansmen who shouted his name, and then the young snow ape warrior showed his prey to the clansmen.

Four strong men of snow apes dressed in leopard skins walked up to the altar with a hideous pig's head the size of a round table.

The dense sharp mane shimmered in the cold light under the moon, like crossbow arrows made of stainless steel, and the two spear-like sharp fangs slanted into the sky, although there was only one head left, but it silently showed the strength of this wild boar before his death.

Wild boars in the wasteland are vegetarian and mild most of the time, preferring to roll in the mud after eating their fill, or hide in shady burrows to sleep if no one disturbs them.

But as long as anyone who has lived in the wasteland, absolutely no one dares to underestimate that huge body, once it is angered, this seemingly docile appearance will instantly reveal its hideous fangs.

The powerful impact of its heavy body, its invulnerable fur and spear-sharp fangs made it easy to pierce any creature that dared to provoke it, not even the smaller wolves, would provoke such an adversary for no reason.

Even the most skilled hunter would not want to face this angry monster alone.

Four strong snow ape men, with steady steps, carried the huge boar's head to the boulder on the altar to place the sacrifice.

"The god of Kampas has accepted your gift, may the god of war bless you, my brave child" the Grand Elder stepped forward and wiped his blood-stained thumb from the snow-white fluff of the Snow Ape Warrior's forehead.

"Thank you to the god Kampas! thank you for your blessings!" the young warrior who knelt on one knee couldn't help but tremble slightly with excitement, his eyes were full of excitement and fanaticism, and I am afraid that he would not hesitate to let him go to the saber-toothed tiger now.

"Clansmen, cheer for our young warriors!" the Great Elder shouted as he lifted the young warrior's mighty arms high.

Although the powerful young warrior who hunted the boar alone was doomed to the throne of the leader from the beginning, the Snow Ape people still gave this powerful and young warrior the most enthusiastic cheers and howls.

In the midst of the continuous cheers, a smile finally appeared on the face of the solemn young warrior, and after a respectful salute, he flew down the altar and rushed into the circle surrounded by several snow ape people who looked somewhat similar to him, jumping and laughing excitedly.

The people of the Snow Ape Clan around him also looked at him with envy from time to time, even if the selection of the leader failed, but being able to participate in the selection and offering tribute to the god of Kampas was already the supreme glory of the tribe, and it was also blessed by the god of war presided over by the Great Elder himself, this young Snow Ape Clan will definitely become a more powerful warrior in the future.

With the sound of the desolate trumpet, the mighty and burly Snow Ape warriors leaped into the ring, and in the presence of the god Kampas, they showed their prey to the cheering tribesmen, and offered their valiant gains to the great god Kampas.

Giant wolves, black bears, and even a five- or six-hundred-pound monitor lizard of the wasteland, although the species are different, they are all feared bloodthirsty hunters in the wasteland.

Excited and fanatical to accept the blessing of the Great Elder, the calm Snow Ape Clan warriors flew down from the ring to celebrate with their families, after Marcus returned with Xia Zuo and the Sabertooth Tiger, they already knew that they did not have the position of leader, but as the warriors of the tribe, even if they could not sit on the leader, they would continue to exercise and contribute their strength to the defense of the tribe.

It was not only the warriors of the Snow Ape Clan who were excited, but Xia Zuo in the crowd was also full of excitement, if it weren't for the fear of not being able to suppress the mania in his heart, Xia Zuo would have already cheered with the warriors of the Snow Ape Clan.

The strength of each of these ten warriors is around the high level of intermediate warriors, and if they can be allowed to join the tribe, the strength of the Saiyan tribe will increase more than ten times.

"Next!Marcus, Quinn!" the Grand Elder shouted the name he was proud of with a smile as the eleventh long trumpet sounded.

Taming the Wasteland Sabertooth Tiger, even if it is just to participate in taming, that kind of bravery is enough to make Marcus ascend to the position of tribal leader, although the most promising Gulie is embraced by the Confiscation of Campas, who favors him, but it is still a joy to have a brave leader to lead.

Although Marcus is stunned, with their help and the blessing of the god Kampas, the Quinn tribe will continue to grow.

The solemn voice of the Grand Elder "Marcus, Quinn" echoed through the Quinn tribe in the desolate trumpet, but there was no answer for a long time.

The noisy and enthusiastic atmosphere gradually cooled, and the snow ape people, who didn't know what was going on, looked left and right blankly, looking for Marcus's tall figure, but as the horn gradually stopped, Marcus's figure still did not appear on the altar.

Xia Zuo, who had been keeping his eyes level and resisting the moonlight in the sky, took the risk of glancing at the small figure on the hillside in the distance, and couldn't help but sigh leisurely, and then his ears fanned slightly, and his eyes immediately flashed with joy.

Meng Ge's face changed slightly, and finally whispered in the ear of the Great Elder, and the latter's face immediately appeared angry, being in the tribe but absent from the sacrifice to the god of war Kampas, even if Marcus is his favorite junior, but the sin of blaspheming the god of war is absolutely unforgivable.

"I announce" the Great Elder came to the stage with some anger, and before he could say a loud judgment to the dazed clansmen, he was stopped by a faint voice, "Wait a minute"

A pair of eyes looked at the place where the voice came from, and Xia Zuo stood straight in the crowd and looked at the Great Elder, "Please wait a while, the Great Elder has returned, I think the great Campas God with a broad mind will definitely not blame a warrior who pays attention to friendship for unintentional blasphemy!"

The small black shadow on the hillside was moving towards the tribe, and although it was still far away from the tribe, Xia Zuo could clearly hear the footsteps of the two people.

The Great Elder was stunned for a moment, the words of the distinguished guests and powerful warriors around Xia Zuo made him unable to refute, if the trial continued, wouldn't it mean that the great Kampas God was narrow-minded, and he still couldn't bear to punish the honest Marcus in his heart.

"It's back, it's all back!! Marcus and Big Brother Gulie are back" When the atmosphere around the altar gradually fell into cold, the warriors in charge of guarding the safety of the village ran into the village excitedly, igniting the atmosphere again.

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