Every day when the sun rises, the priest of this tribe of only a hundred people will face the east of the rising sun and lead the people to dance the sacrificial dance.

In this primitive tribe, the duties of the chieftain were often carried out by the priests. Even if they have now moved to the vicinity of the "Divine City", the priests still have a very strong influence among the people. This influence is both a gift from the gods and a result of adherence to tradition. As a tribe that had begun to sprout into civilization, the priests understood the importance of tradition, which could unite the weaker people and make them a whole to fight against harsh environments and terrible enemies.

The priest is a person who communicates with the gods to maintain the traditions of the tribe and strengthen the stability of the tribe.

But lately, the priests have increasingly felt that this tradition is slipping away.

There is no other reason, it is the "Divine City" called "Jinshan Fort" around him.

The people living in the city of God are like gods, their city is so majestic, and their faces are so handsome. They generously healed the warriors who were hunted down, and they traded with them with their precious treasures. Their food is as delicious as if it came from heaven, and even the water they drink is unbelievably delicious...... But after all, this is not the kingdom of God.

Although in the beginning, the priest used to think that this place was the palace of the sun god and the god Quetzalcoatl, thinking that the gods had come to pick up his heroic children to live in the divine realm. But after moving here, he had discovered that it was not inhabited by gods. As the wisest man in the tribe, he had even learned a little bit of the language of these "godmen", and understood that they came from a country that was incomparably beautiful, incomparably civilized, and incomparably powerful. They came across the vast sea to spread their traditions in the place they called "Fengming Zhou".

The patterns of the "sun" and "feathered serpent" fluttering on the "palace" are not their gods, but only symbolize their great country called "Daming".

The priests also discovered that these people did not worship the sun every morning and evening. These people traditionally do not trust "God."

But their traditions are so dazzling and so powerful that it's hard for the tribesmen not to have a longing for them. The priest even saw that when the clansmen looked at the god-like young man in the city of God, their eyes were already full of yearning.

It is a betrayal of one's own traditions and gods.

He must constantly restrain the hearts of his tribe and maintain the traditions of the tribe through sacrificial activities...... He had already regretted agreeing to move here, knowing that this would be the case, and even if the tribe would eventually fall, he should not have moved to the left side of this divine city. As a priest, he should maintain his devotion to the sun god and the god Quetzalcoatl......

However, just halfway through today's sacrifice, a never-before-heard roar from the direction of the Divine City disrupted the solemnity of the tribal warriors when they bowed to the sun. The roar continued, as if something had collapsed, and the tribesmen were so frightened that they thought something had happened.

"Old horse, old horse!"

The priest was interrupted, and the priest's face was a little unsightly, but then he heard a dense sound of hooves. He already knew that the sound came from the "horse", a creature from the Great Ming, although this creature was strong and terrifying, it was an excellent companion of the Ming warriors, and there was nothing intimidating.

It was Adjutant General Wang, who was in charge of communicating with the natives. Vice Admiral Wang has a talent for communication, and has already understood that the priest's name is "Marlet". He also couldn't understand the difference between the surnames and first names of these aborigines, so he usually called them directly as "old horses". The priests also knew little about the culture of the Ming Dynasty, and they would not delve into the difference. left and right until this "old horse" called himself.

Seeing these hundreds of natives gathered together, Vice General Wang pulled the reins of his horse, and before the horse stopped, he turned over and dismounted. The dazzling mandarin duck robe on his body and the heroic posture when he dismounted made many young people in the tribe show a look of longing. Even the only remaining girls in the tribe showed fiery eyes to Vice General Wang.

"Why do you still live in this thatched hut?" The first thing Vice Admiral Wang did when he got off his horse was to dislike the places where these natives were stationed. Tie Hyun once asked people to build houses for these natives, but the priest in front of him refused to do so. Vice Admiral Wang didn't understand the priest's insistence, but felt that these natives insisted on living in leaky thatched huts to teach people to understand.

However, he had already said this many times, and now he only mentioned it casually, and soon turned to the topic: "Did you hear the sound of firecrackers?" Today, the Yellow Emperor Temple in the city was completed, and the Hou Ye and Lord Tie wanted to hold a temple fair to worship their ancestors in Jinshan Fort. ”

"The two adults specially asked me to invite you to visit, so it was very lively...... Pack up and go with me into the city, right? ”

"For the sake of this temple fair, Lord Tie even took out the extremely precious canned food. You haven't eaten canned food yet, have you? Today is a blessing for you! ”

Vice Admiral Wang said to himself, gesturing with his hands and feet. Although the priest could barely learn a few Chinese words, he could only vaguely understand that he was inviting himself. He was reluctant to go, but one word attracted all his attention. "Sacrifice, ancestor worship?"

He didn't know what the ancestor was, but he knew that when he usually took the warriors to sacrifice to the gods, these people from the Ming Dynasty often used the word "sacrifice" to describe it.

Could it be that Daming also has sacrifices? But don't they have no gods?

With curiosity, the priest led his people into Jinshan Fort again. As soon as Fang entered the city gate, he felt that the atmosphere in the city was different today.

The strange roar of Fang Cai always sounded in the city from time to time, and the clothes of the Ming people in the city were more bright and bright than before. Their faces were beaming with joy, and they gathered in groups to chat in a beautiful language called Chinese. This made the priest feel very strange, you know, although these people named Huaxia people do not worry about food and clothing, and have strong traditions and strength, they are still industrious on weekdays, and they are always building this Golden Mountain Fort day after day. Their industriousness is unmatched by even the most conscientious tribal warriors.

However, the sun has just risen today, and these hard-working Chinese people have stopped working and are standing here chatting and chatting? This was incomprehensible to the priest.

(End of chapter)