our family is gone

Chapter 195
Among the misty mountains, the rugged and difficult mountain roads and the dense ancient jungle are doomed to be difficult for the power of "civilization" to extend to this point, and only "barbarism" controls it.

The barbarian tribes living here know how to use the resources of the mountains and forests. Huge pointed wooden stakes are nailed into the ground and connected in a row to form a fence.

The people protected within the enclosure, regardless of gender, are all in good shape, wearing more or less white wolf clothing or accessories, and of course the most important weapon.

Even the children are carrying weapons such as short swords and daggers, and they are fighting wantonly with the white wolves that can be seen everywhere in the tribe. Looking at the innocent smiles on their faces, it seems that there is no trouble, and this is a place like a paradise .

But if you see the corpses hanging outside the wooden fence, you can understand that this is not a good place.

All kinds of broken corpses have not completely rotted, and it can be seen that they have only been hung up in the past few days. The strange thing is that all of them have their palms cut off at the wrists, but most of the corpses only have the upper half of their bodies left.

As for where is the butt?
Then look at the white wolves swimming around the wall, their eyes fixed on the half that has not yet fallen, while some keep jumping and climbing, trying to tear off more flesh and blood.

It can be seen that the tribe has recently won a foreign war. Most of these are prisoners of other tribe wars, and they also have the appearance of some imperial people.

Those who are seriously injured are not even eligible to become slaves, and will be hanged on it.

It's okay to die, it's considered exempt from pain, and you have to suffer from this wolf bite before you die completely.

Such a cruel and bloody scene is commonplace for these tribal barbarians. To them, these things are like snacks for amusing dogs, which stimulates the hunting instinct of the wolves.

The wolf tribe is peaceful~
If you don't look at those slaves, and those captives who were hanged.

But in this peaceful and serene barbarian tribe, those white wolves suddenly seemed to sense something, they stopped their movements inexplicably, leaned slightly to show fear, and turned sideways to avoid it.

Even the five or six-year-old child noticed something, and couldn't help but look in the direction where the wolves retreated.

It was a man with a ferocious face, but his facial features were not human-like. With the thick and thick hair, he vaguely looked like a wolf.

He is over two meters tall, wearing thick scale armor, his exposed arms are muscled, and his fist is the size of a human head. No one can question the strength of this body.

Wearing a whole wolf fur cloak, the wolf's head is placed on the left shoulder like a shoulder pad, a string of wolf teeth necklace is worn around the neck, and there are some other strange ornaments with barbarian style on the waist.

Holding a long-handled battle ax, the exaggerated size does not know what kind of power it takes to cast it.

Compared to a human, he is more like a beast in the mountains.

He is the new leader of the Gargoyle Tribe—War Wolf!
And beside him was a giant wolf with pure white fur, which was not an exaggeration, because it was about the same size as a horse, and its claws could easily shatter the hardest skull on a human body.

And behind the leader is a group of barbarian warriors in strong and sharp clothes. At this moment, they are all in a state of joy. The blood scabs on their bodies have not even dried up, as if they just came down from the battlefield.

And behind them was the result of their hunting, an imperial caravan, some carriages were piled up with goods, and some carriages were piled up with corpses, with blood dripping continuously.

The strong smell of blood made the surrounding white wolves restless, but they only dared to lick the dripping blood, not daring to move forward.

"The leader is back!"

"That's a lot to gain!"

"Mom, I want this."

"..."

Everyone showed reverence, even extreme admiration, when they saw this figure.

As for those slaves, they didn't dare to look directly at them, their bodies couldn't help shaking, and their expressions were full of fear.

This is the guy who destroyed his tribe...

The war wolf raised his hand and waved his tomahawk, and the soldiers went back to their homes. As for the looted supplies, they were handled by their own people, and the carloads of corpses were stripped and thrown directly on the ground.

The wolves who had been waiting for a long time rushed over and bit the corpse directly.

The internal organs are their favorite part. When the wolf bites it off, the skin breaks to reveal the yellow fat inside, the white muscles after blood loss, and then the internal organs in the abdominal cavity.

Like a rupture, the viscera flowed out all over the place, and the strong stench emanated, which aroused the wildness of the white wolf, and even competed with each other for the "most delicious" part, and the winner stuck his whole head into it to feast on it , The snow-white hair was soon stained with blood.

And those children followed up, not afraid of this bloody scene at all, looking for toys among the corpses, and directly pulling out eyeballs from the heads...

The leader did not stop, but walked directly towards the forbidden area behind the tribe.

Under a twisted and weird black-gray old tree, the branches are covered with dried palms, which are densely packed like leaves to block the sun.

And the messy white bones hanging in the trunk are not human beings, but wolf-headed skeletons. Every dead white wolf body will be swallowed by its companions, and the bones will stay here
There is a black stone sculpture placed in the top of the intertwined tree, the lower half of which has been wrapped by the roots, only revealing the ferocious head of Howling Moon Wolf.

In front of the statue, there are a lot of messy things, broken stone statues, torn animal skin banners, broken animal bones, charred totem wood carvings...

These were all the wild spirits of the defeated tribes, all sacrificed to the wolf god.

In this tribe, most of them are leather tents, and the better ones are houses made of wood. The only house made of stone is next to the old tree.

Only wizards who serve the wolf god can live here for a long time.

"Why did you call me back?" War Wolf shouted towards the house, while the giant wolf beside him bent down.

In front of this gate, even the proud wolf king had to bow his head.

It's just that Zhan Lang's tone was so unkind, he asked directly without even saying hello.

He was hunting outside, but he heard the call from the tribe, so he had to come back early, so he missed more harvests.

"I said...before you act...need to discuss with me..."

Words with a strange and frustrating tone sounded, and at the same time the door opened, and an old man wrapped in animal skin walked out.

He was wearing a strange helmet made of a wolf's head, his whole face was right in the wolf's mouth, he was wearing various unknown accessories, and he was holding a wooden cane carved with a wolf's head in his hand.

"Boom!" The old wizard slammed his cane in his hand, and yelled in a low voice: "Who told you to lead the tribal warriors to provoke those caravans without permission!"

Under the hoarse voice was the majesty that had accumulated for a long time, even the war wolf couldn't help feeling a little awe.

But it doesn't mean that he will give in. On the contrary, he has had enough of these weak old guys, so he overthrew the previous leader. Only he can lead the tribe to glory!
"The hatred continues in my heart! Those invaders must pay the price!"

The roar of the war wolf made the whole place reveal a barbaric blood.

The old wizard looked at the ferocious wolf in front of him, without any fear, on the contrary he yelled sharply.

"Although our tribe seems to be in good shape now, such crazy plunder is destined to make the surrounding tribes unite and become hostile to us.

Many of those small tribes that we broke into fled into the mountains, not to mention that the genius of the Lushou tribe also disappeared into the mountains.

And those business groups, what kind of background do you think dare to enter Gunsan Trading?They were the messengers between those great tribes and the nations of the continent.

Once they join forces, we will be irresistible, why do you still want to provoke those people? "

"Then I will lead the warriors of the tribe to kill all the enemies! The wolf god will witness my courage!"

The war wolf roared vigorously, it seemed that he was not afraid of any enemies at all.

Looking at him like this, how could the old wizard not know what he was thinking, but he still told him the reason for calling him back.

"Three days ago, the wolf god told me that a wolf king with awakened blood appeared."

Hearing this, Zhan Lang couldn't help turning his eyes to the white wolf beside him.

Is there anyone stronger than his wolf blood?
You must know that it followed its own challenge, defeated the previous generation of wolf king, and devoured the blood of the wolf king.

The old wizard kept talking, and in his mouth, the tribe had no way out.

"You are the warrior with the best talent in the tribe in recent decades and the most likely to be promoted to the legendary rank. If you want to go further, you can only get it back. I will hold a bloodline promotion ceremony for you.

Either you become a legend, digest the looted materials during this period, and lead the tribe to grow and become a big tribe again.

Or you can only be retaliated by those guys, and then become sacrifices to other gods like the tribes that were slaughtered by us. "

"Hmph! Tell me where it is, and I will retrieve it and dedicate it to the wolf god."

Of course, the old wizard noticed the young leader's disdain and couldn't help reminding him.

"You can beat your father not because you can really beat him, but because the wolf god chose you, and I chose you."

"You don't need to remind me about this kind of thing~" Zhan Lang didn't mean to say much, but there was a hint of impatience in his slightly raised eyes, "tell me the location."

"Go and fetch ten prisoners of war, and I will communicate with the wolf god for you."

The old wizard watched the back of War Wolf leaving.

The wolf tribe used to be a big tribe on the Megatron side, but it declined in the battle with those invaders and was forced to migrate, or flee, and it has been decades since then~
The previous leader, the wolf, had experienced the sufferings of the past, so he was relatively conservative and patient like a wolf, but he also managed to make the wolf tribe recover from the pain.

But if he wants to revive the tribe, he needs a more powerful leader. For this reason, he chose the most talented warrior wolf in the tribe.

And the war wolf became the leader and started the war blindly, plundering and killing wildly. The tribe has indeed grown rapidly in a short period of time, but the problem is that the warriors of the tribe are being consumed, and the internal pain is behind the carnival.

At the same time, external grievances continued to accumulate, offending almost everyone and dragging the entire tribe into trouble.

At this moment, he even missed the maturity and stability of the first wolf, and he didn't know whether the original choice was correct.

But things have come to this point, so I have no choice but to keep going...

Every wild spirit has different preferences, and the holding of ceremonies is also very different. For example, the Garo tribe likes to hold various ceremonies at night, just like the pack of wolves that come and go at night.

Under the big tree, there is a circle of barbarian warriors standing outside the altar. All the tribes that are qualified to stand here are elite warriors.

Ten bundled prisoners of war were dragged over. They were not old, weak, sick or disabled. On the contrary, they were all captured during the battle. The cowardly and submissive ones had become slaves. Can't come here.

It can also be seen from the appearance and various decorations that it is mainly from various tribes, and none of the imperial people have seen it.

Of course, the scope of activities of the Gargoyle tribe here is not related to the empire. Their recent wars are mainly aimed at the surrounding tribes.

"Choose your opponents, and the winner will live."

Although these prisoners of war were not members of the Gargoyle tribe, they seemed to understand something when they saw this ritual scene. They would become sacrifices and use fighting and fighting to please the wilderness spirit.

"I'm coming!" A young soldier who was probably twelve or thirteen years old stood up, his face was full of grief and indignation.

He must use the blood of these murderers to avenge the dead family members!
The onlookers didn't have much interest in the kid, but out of affirmation of his courage, a barbarian warrior with a spear still stood up.

And one of the onlookers threw the weapon in his hand at the young man, which was also a spear.

The young man didn't refuse, but erupted the moment he took the weapon, charging towards the enemy.

The captivity during this period not only did not make him feel scared, but anger accumulated in his heart, and he must make these guys pay the price!
The spear pierced out, the two spears collided, and the battle began.

But it was over soon, and the momentary anger was doomed to fail.

The soldier pulled out the spear stuck in the young man's chest. Looking at the young man who was still twitching and not completely dead, he didn't feel much, but continued the ceremony on his own.

Cut off the hands, then directly cut open the chest, take out the still beating heart, and offer these three things.

The two hands are due to the legend that the wolf god fought with another god, and then bit off one of the opponent's hands, offering the enemy's palm to praise the wolf god's strength.

The heart represents the source of biological vitality and strength, and is a material used in many rituals. On the battlefield, they will even devour the enemy's heart, implying to gain more powerful power.

The death of the young man not only did not frighten the remaining soldiers, but enraged them, one after another stood up to challenge.

At this moment, there is only a fight to the death, An Neng surrenders!
(End of this chapter)