Surrounded by the slopes on all sides, the snow-capped Quinn tribe was as peaceful and peaceful as a paradise, the low walls of huge stones were piled up with snow, and a group of fat pigs and beasts wandered leisurely on the hillside, and after feeling the breath of the saber-toothed tiger of the wasteland, they immediately collapsed to the ground, stuffed their heads into the snow in fear, and the fat buttocks that leaked outside trembled violently.

On the snow-capped slopes on all sides, there are several large spires of oak mixed with stones.

The tower was seven or eight meters high, surrounded by sharpened logs, and from a distance it looked like a monster covered with spikes, and on each of them were one or two strong snow ape warriors standing quietly with weapons and looking around vigilantly.

The boulders that abounded the gravel wastelands were the most indispensable building material, and the houses built against the walls were also made of boulders mixed with scattered timber and wrapped in tanned hides to protect against the biting winds of the wasteland.

Compared to the generally strong and burly bodies of the Snow Ape people, the Quinn tribe's houses of less than three meters appear to be a little small, neatly arranged around the tribe's walls, guarding a huge altar in the middle of the tribe.

The circular altar more than seven meters high is ten zhang long and wide, and you can smell a desolate and bloody breath from afar, and the boulders are full of splashing blood, some of which have long been dark and penetrated into the stone surface, and some are bright red and dazzling.

Surrounded by sharp logs like sharp swords with a slanted handle, there are dense huge corpses, ranging from white bones and forests to blood, huge bodies, hideous fangs and claws, even after death, they reveal the fierceness of life, but they can only become decorations on the altar.

Ancient, desolate, and breathing, the Altar of the God of War is the most sacred and honorable place of the Kampas tribe, and it is a place to offer sacrifices and prayers to the great God of War Kampas, and any tribe that has the God of War Altar will definitely be respected and envied by all the Kampas people.

The inhabitants of the Quinn tribe gathered at the gate of the tribe, curiously asking what the messenger warrior who had rushed back first.

When the group appeared on the hillside, the excited Snow Ape people howled wildly, expressing their heart's welcome to the mighty warrior.

Marcus, who was excited in the "roar" team, let out a roar in response with his chest down.

"It's so big!" When the figure of the wasteland saber-toothed tiger appeared behind the team, the whistling suddenly stopped, and the crowd couldn't help but exclaim, although it had been learned from the mouths of the soldiers who had summoned it, but seeing it with their own eyes was a completely different feeling.

The huge body, steel-like muscles, even if there is no malice in the heart, the fierce aura can't help but radiate outward, this kind of fierce beast that used to need to be circumambulated, now standing in front of them so closely, even if they are prepared in their hearts, they can't help but clutch the weapon in their hands.

"Warriors of Quinn, welcome the warriors of the Wasteland Sabertooth Tiger, the powerful leader of the Saiyan tribe, Shazo Saiya, and our strong Marcus!" Meng Ge shouted, and the Quinns who came back to their senses waved their weapons, roared and shouted in the sky, and the children ran around the warriors with joy, and even the brave and weak walked near the Wasteland Sabertooth Tiger, looking at the powerful body full of power with reverence and envy.

Whether it was an outside guest or a tamed wasteland saber-toothed tiger, it was a novelty to them, and even the oldest of them probably hadn't come into contact with outsiders in their closed lives.

In the earth-shattering roar, the three covered beast fur, almost all the body hair became silver, the face was wrinkled, and the burly old man who was slightly old and rickety in his walk stepped forward surrounded by everyone, and on his warm smiling face, the years left a full trace of wisdom, "Powerful warrior, welcome to you!"

"These are the three elders of the tribe!" Meng Ge whispered in Xia Zuo's ear.

On the way here, Xia Zuo already knew from Meng Ge that Meng Ge was the brother who grew up with the previous leader, and had participated in the competition for the previous leader, and now served as the martial arts instructor of the Quinn tribe, and was the new elder in charge of warrior training.

During the period when the position of leader was vacant, the affairs of the Quinn tribe were jointly presided over by the three eldest elders of the tribe.

"Xia Zuo is a junior, how can he bother the three elders to greet him!" Xia Zuo hurriedly stepped forward and stroked his chest in the admiring and respectful eyes of the Snow Ape Clan, a powerful and humble warrior, so that Xia Zuo could easily gain the respect of the Snow Ape tribesmen.

Hearing this, the smiles on the faces of the three elders of the Quan tribe immediately became even brighter, and with so many clansmen watching, no one would think that they were too face-saving.

The cheers were thunderous, the cheers resounded through the wasteland, and the excited Quinn people surrounded Xia Zuo into the tribe.

As for the saber-toothed tiger, there was obviously not that much open space inside the Quinn tribe to provide it with rest, and it was lazily lying on the hillside to sort out its fur, watching the pig beast paralyzed in the distance from time to time with a fierce look.

The humble Great Elder was quickly recognized by the Quinn tribe, and several elders with a full face were eager to have a long conversation with Xia Zuo, watching the Quinn tribe during the day and discussing martial arts experience with Meng Ge at night.

In the celebratory atmosphere, five days passed in a flash, and as night fell, the Quinn tribe chose a new leader and prayed for the protection of the god of war.

From early in the morning, the noise resounded from house to house and continued until nightfall.

Heavily armed warriors, lined up in a neat formation, energetically patrolled back and forth in the village, children in delicate animal skin clothes in front of the altar excitedly ran around the twelve neatly stacked firewood piles, the villagers all took out the delicate animal skins that they were reluctant to wear on weekdays, and scattered around the altar of the god of war to talk.

Everywhere there was a hoarse voice of desolate singing, everywhere there was a giggling and earth-shattering laughter, and for any Campas, the sacrifice of the god of war was the grandest ceremony.

The only fly in the ointment of the celebration was that none of the twelve candidates for the hunt had returned, and until nightfall, Gu Lie, who was most favored by several elders, still did not appear.

As the full moon gradually rose into the sky, the twelve firewood piles beside the altar were lit at the same time, and the blazing bonfires burst into flames, and dense sparkling sparks flew into the sky with the heat.

"Marcus, let's go back!" The horn sounded, and the Quinn tribe's god of war sacrifice began, and Meng Ge, who was waiting outside the village, patted Marcus on the shoulder and said a little helplessly.

After waiting for so long and not coming back, maybe Gu Lie really died in the wasteland.

"I'm going to wait here, we've made a bet, he'll definitely be back, I'm going to let him see the Wasteland Sabertooth Tiger with his own eyes!" Marcus stubbornly stood on the hillside and stared into the distance motionlessly, although the usual competition was fierce, but the two people from the small to the big were like brothers in their hearts.

"Alas!" Meng Ge watched the two grow up, naturally knew the bond between the two, shook his head helplessly, glanced at the horizon that gradually fell into darkness in the distance, and finally turned his head and walked towards the tribe, as the martial arts elder of the Quinn tribe, the God of War Sacrifice needs him to participate in the ceremony, and now he must go back to prepare.

The aura of brutal and ferocious madness was ready to move in his body, and on the grounds that he was an outsider, Xia Zuo, who refused the elder's invitation to co-preside over the God of War Sacrifice, smiled slightly wryly and stood in front of the crowd under the arch of the Snow Ape Clan, waiting for the God of War Sacrifice to begin.

Xia Zuo didn't expect that the Quinn tribe would actually pray to the god of war on the night of the full moon, although he smiled bitterly, but he was not surprised by such a tradition.

Although the god of war Kampas is the most revered deity of the Kampas, he is not the only god in orc beliefs, and the most revered of them is the moon god.

Legend has it that the moon god Phoebe is the wife of the god of war, the beautiful and powerful moon god of ice, who treats enemies as cruelly as the night and his people as gentle as moonlight, and is even more worshipped in the hearts of the women of Campas, and his status is second only to the god of war in Campas.

When the full moon falls, the god Kampas and his wife, the moon god, will use the full moon as their eyes to observe the people of the human world from the divine realm, and in the tradition of the snow ape tribe, the night of each full moon is the best time to pray to the god of war.

This is also normal, after all, each tribe and race has its own long-standing traditions, but Xia Zuo is a Saiyan.

The giant ape under the full moon, powerful, crazy, murderous, only has destruction and killing in his head, in the gravel wasteland, there will be a full moon every sixty days or so on average, and every full moon night, Xia Zuo will carefully lock himself in the house to prevent accidental transformation.

If it weren't for the God of War Sacrifice that he had no way to retreat, he would definitely choose to stay in the house honestly, with his current strength, once he transformed, he was afraid that the entire snow ape tribe would be wiped out in the hands of the fierce giant ape, and he restrained the restlessness surging in his heart, and tried not to look at Xia Zuo in the sky, and even felt that under the moonlight, the fierce beast in his body was slowly awakening.

In the desolate horn of "Woo", three elders in full costume ascended to the altar of the god of war, their faces were painted with scarlet oil paint, and they wore crowns made of various bird feathers in the wasteland, and their bodies were covered with cloaks made of hundreds of animal skins.

In the tumbling firelight, the three elders sang a desolate and graceful tune, jumped and danced under the moon, sometimes roaring for the hunting beasts, sometimes soaring for the birds, solemnly and reverently facing the full moon in the sky, offering sacrifices to the god of war revered by the Kampas, and praying for the blessings of the Quinn tribe.

The eldest elder of the "Offerings, Please" knelt on his knees and raised his hands to the sky, the three words that came out of his mouth echoed for a long time, and the other two elders also shouted in harmony, and the desolate and heavy singing in their mouths seemed to tell the desolate epic of a district.

"Coaxed" a huge black shadow to fly up the wide altar, and its heavy body smashed to the ground with a loud bang.

"Roar" fierce roar, under the moon, the black shadow on the altar turned over and stood up, but it was a nearly three meters high, as strong as a hill of pitch-black giant bear, with the roar, the fierce aura surged, turned over and stood up The giant bear roared and threw itself towards the three elders on the altar.

The majestic body flew up, and Meng Ge was barechested, only a simple animal skin was wrapped around his waist, and his smooth strong muscles were undoubtedly revealed.

The majestic and masculine body easily knocked the giant bear to the ground with a single kick, and the bone dagger made of the teeth of the beast in his hand flashed with a strange light under the moon, piercing the carotid artery of the giant bear like thunder.

ps: I dreamed of a lot of tickets last night, and all kinds of support !! woke up to see ╮(╯▽╰)╭