You call this the god of etiquette?

Chapter 95 Flesh Ceremony

Stubborn fingers were inserted into the snowstorm bear's fur, and Guabrak used his nails as picks like a climber, and climbed step by step the wall of bear corpses that was at least 20 meters long.

Even though the snowstorm bear's surface skin had been covered with frost, scarlet blood still flowed out from the hole after Guabrak used brute force to break open the notch for climbing.

Noticing that his fingers were stained with blood, Guabulak observed it, and then rubbed his fingers alternately.

Yeah, a very normal moist feeling.

He continued to climb up unhurriedly, determined in his heart——

These snow bears didn't die long.

Guabrak, like all the trolls of the Big Stick Clan, has plenty of experience living in the snow.

According to his experience, the blood in the body of a small beast like Xiangyue Rabbit usually coagulates within 10 minutes after death.

Of course, the Snowstorm Bear is not at the same level as Xiangyue Rabbit, but judging from the situation when Guabulak led a team to hunt the Snowstorm Bear before, half a day is enough for the blood in their bodies to coagulate.

Although the snowstorm bears killed by Guabrak's team were all headless, so the blood would be sprayed out first, which may shorten the overall blood clotting time.

But these snowstorm bears that made up the wall of flesh were not much better. Several bears had obvious distortions and horribly huge wounds on their limbs.

So maybe they died just half a day ago.

Thinking of this, Guabrak became more cautious.

He was worried that the culprits who killed these snowstorm bears had not gone far and would turn back to confront them trolls.

The strength of the monster that can kill so many snowstorm bears may be even higher than that of the snowstorm bear king.

Definitely not something the current trolls can resist.

Guabulak slowed down his climbing pace, and slowly climbed up more steadily, leaving dense blood holes on the wall of the snowstorm bear corpse.

The bear's blood rushed down from these holes, as if the wall of flesh and blood was crying. Coupled with the mutilated limbs of the snowstorm bear, it looked like a picture of purgatory.

All of this made the trolls waiting below feel itchy.

Without him, I have an appetite.

The taste of this snow storm bear's blood is really good.

The taste itself is very fresh and sweet, and after drinking it, you will feel a warmth covering your whole body, full of strength.

This is why the trolls unconsciously lingered in the "hot water lake" of the holy lake before.

It's not that they can reap any benefits from the holy lake, but the refreshing feeling that can make every part of the body stretch out is something they have never had in their years of living in the snow-capped mountains.

Guabulaq turned his head and looked down, and happened to meet the expressions of the trolls who were ready to move.

I can't help but sigh with emotion for my foresight, grasping the mentality of these fellow tribes ahead of time.

If all the members of the combat team are put on the wall, the situation may become uncontrollable.

By then, everyone will be eating and drinking there, and we don’t know how long the investigation will take and how much risk it will take.

After all, until now, the cause of death of these snowstorm bears is still unclear.

Although it is unlikely according to Guabrak's judgment, if there is a problem with the flesh and blood of these snowstorm bears, causing the trolls to be poisoned or even killed, it will undoubtedly be a painful blow to the entire clan.

Guabrak yelled, telling the trolls to step back a little more, out of sight, while he continued to climb upwards.

When he finally climbed to the top of the wall with his palms like claws, he felt a sudden enlightenment as he pushed through the clouds and mist to see the blue sky.

Stepping on the snowstorm bear's back, which was as solid as a rock, Guabrak finally had the opportunity to see the whole pile of corpses——

Under the sky full of stars, the bodies of snow storm bears were piled up on both sides and in the distance in front of them, forming a single piece, leaving only the land directly in front of them.

The corpses of these snowstorm bears are torn apart, and the undulating muscle folds are intertwined together, bringing a sense of treachery and evil under the moonlight.

Countless huge broken eyes seemed to be still staring unwillingly at Guabulak, the condescending intruder.

The snowstorm bear is the most powerful and mighty creature in the northern border, but now only a cold corpse with bloody flesh and messy hair remains.

Guabrak just took a glance and judged that there were at least a hundred corpses of snowstorm bears piled up here!
If it was not completely certain before, Gua Braque can say it without hesitation now.

The creature or group that caused all this must be stronger than the Snowstorm Bear King!

If you ask him, this is simply not something that mortal creatures can do.

hiss--

A flash of inspiration flashed in Guabulak's mind, and he observed it carefully.

All of a sudden, everything in front of him became completely different.

Those exposed flesh and blood look so kind and lovely.

The severed flesh reveals the beauty of pure strength.

The key is.

Guabrak faced forward, with his arms outstretched, measuring the three walls of bear corpses in front of him.

Look down at your feet again.

Excitement and ecstasy welled up in my brain.

That's right, that's right.

These walls form a familiar and warm rectangle.

It is the emblem of the great god of etiquette!
All of this is the mighty power of the gods!
Guabulak stood on top of the towering Wall of Flesh, closed his eyes, and let the extreme north wind hit his face.

He took a long breath.

The coldness that invaded his body could not shake his majestic mood at the moment.

carefree!

What could be more refreshing than being blessed by the gods!

In the past three years, he has led the development team and combat team of the "Big Stick Clan" through many battles, big and small, only to drive the snow storm bear out of the big snow mountain.

But now, under the power of the gods, hundreds of snowstorm bears are just gray rabbits that can be crushed to death.

With such a large number of snowstorm bears dead, Guabulak dare not say whether the snowstorm bear group has been uprooted, but at least it has been wiped out in sevens and eighties.

After dealing with snowstorm bears for three years, he has never seen a hundred snowstorm bears in Guabulak, and this is based on the fact that he probably counted the same bears repeatedly.

With the powerful strength of the snow storm bear, if there were hundreds or thousands of them, it would be impossible for them to be expelled from the Daxue Mountains by the trolls.

Therefore, the death of this group of snowstorm bears is bound to bring a heavy blow to the snowstorm bear group in the extreme northern white desert.

Guabulakar didn't feel lost because of it.

Although the gods have easily achieved what the "Big Stick Clan" may take another decade or even decades to achieve, this does not mean that the efforts of these trolls are meaningless.

From the matter of [Rebirth Ritual], Guabrak has consciously understood the preferences of the great god of etiquette.

The more weak and dependent you are, the less likely you are to gain the approval of the gods.

A troll who always thinks of relying on [Regeneration Ritual] to recover from injuries after a battle will not get a response from the gods.

Presumably, in the past three years, although the gods have not given specific instructions to the "Big Stick Clan", they have been silently watching their performance.

The more Guabulak thought about it, the more reasonable he felt.

It must have been the clan's continuous expansion to the north and the battle with the Snowstorm Bear that made the father-like God of Ceremony feel gratified and satisfied, and finally helped them remove so many obstacles.

In other words, this is the father's reward for the bravery of the children!
That being the case, then call other trolls together and feel the love of the gods!
The prayer rituals of trolls have always been simple.

But the banquet after the ceremony was anything but simple.

Now that it is confirmed that these snowstorm bears all died under the power of the gods, and the scarlet rectangle also emerged as usual when the trolls were performing rituals, witnessing their every move.

Naturally, the trolls no longer had any worries about whether the bear meat or blood could be eaten.

Now the seven trolls of the battle team, as the contributors to the discovery of the bear's corpse, of course have the right to feast and drink while the bear's blood is still warm.

Everyone is a high-level troll, generally tall and burly. Once they open their bellies to eat, they all have an astonishing appetite.

At the beginning, they just roughly cut off large pieces of bear meat from the surrounding snowstorm bears, filled the bear blood with the bone utensils they carried with them, and ran to the bonfire set up in the blood-stained open space in the middle of the fleshy rectangle. Grill bear meat everywhere and eat it with blood.

But soon, a group of trolls headed by Leige were not satisfied with this "elegant" way of eating.

Surrounded by bear meat, why waste time going back and forth?

So soon, several trolls got directly into the body of the higher snowstorm bear, finding a good place to go down in one bite.

Eat a lot, even eat and drink, so happy.

During the period, because he didn't pay attention, Ahmo was almost crushed by several bear corpses piled on it because he ate up the corpse of a snowstorm bear.

Since the source of meat is obviously sufficient, the trolls don't need to consider bringing back some bear meat to other members of the clan as usual, and they don't have to worry about not having enough delicious snowstorm bear meat.

Letting themselves go, a group of people actually ate from late at night to morning!
Of course, Guabulaq didn't talk less, but he was eating barbecue in the middle leisurely and calmly. From time to time, he would climb up the wall of bear corpses to look around and enjoy the breeze.

After all, as the captain of the battle team, he couldn't directly transform into a wild beast like Lei Ge and the others, gnawing and gnawing regardless.

Someone always has to be on guard.

And when you calm down, you have more time to think.

Different from the past, there were too many bear corpses this time, and even the nearest stronghold of the trolls—the Tenth Fortress—was still far away.

This meant that the trolls of the battle team might not be able to move all the bear meat back in the next few months.

It is likely that the team will have to be expanded to allow more trolls to participate in the meat-carrying team.

There are many issues involved here.

Chief among these is the manpower issue.

The "Big Stick Clan" has seen a surge in the number of newborns in recent years, but these population growth figures are only on paper.

Most of them can't even pray to the gods with their elders, let alone arrange any work for them.

Young trolls who could do something were all sent to Rabbit Mountain to help the older trolls.

The younger generation who can be used have been assigned to the security team and the hunting team to supplement the loss of personnel due to the aging of the team members and the transfer of personnel from the combat team.

You know, the territory controlled by the "Big Stick Clan" now is the entire Daxueshan group.

It is no exaggeration to say that even if the existing guard team and hunting team were doubled, the manpower would not be sufficient.

It's really just trying to keep up.

Ordinarily, now that the living standards of the trolls have improved, they don't necessarily have to stare at several batches of meat deep in the white desert and insist on transporting them all the way out.

But these meats are all precious snowstorm bear meat. No one knows better than the trolls how the snowstorm bear meat has improved the clan members' strength over the past few years.

Moreover, the problem of transportation may not be as thorny as you think.

Previously, the trolls could only transport the captured things in the White Desert back to the Tenth Fortress, but now, there is still such a green field as the Promised Land.

Of course, in order to completely assign the land promised by God to his own use, he still needs to do something.

In the afternoon, after the trolls had rested, they cut some meat from the surrounding bear carcasses and took them away, contentedly continuing eastward along the river.

At first, there was muddy land on both sides of the river.

This land is nourished by the blue, transparent, warm and pleasant river water, which is better than the complete barrenness in the distance, with a few clumps of tenacious grass growing.

As the team deepened eastward, the cold wind became bitter.

Snowflakes fell from the sky, whirled and danced in the air, and landed gently on the shore.

The land was gradually covered with snow and became silent and desolate.

Everything changed back to Guabulak's perception of the extreme northern white desert.

The sky is sometimes dark and sometimes bright.

When you are lucky, the setting sun shines through the thick dark clouds, reflecting the crystal clear, beautiful and colorful scenery on the white snow.

But soon, the sun went down.

The sky was overcast and gray.

Guabulak touched the surface of the river with his hand, and unexpectedly discovered that a thin layer of ice had formed on the surface of the river.

With a light tap, the ice layer shattered, and the troll leader dipped his hand into the water.

Sure enough, the water that was still flowing became icy cold.

Guabulak looked eastward, and felt a little sorry to see the river meandering towards the distance as if it had no end.

It's early spring, and the timing isn't quite right.

If you come here in midsummer, perhaps the efficiency of exploration will be improved a lot, and more information will be obtained.

Especially considering that the river channel is obviously getting wider and wider, maybe when the ice melts in summer, it may even allow the long wooden barrels called "boats" made by humans to pass through here.

Now, relying solely on the trolls' feet to explore is a hopeless bet.

The gods didn't let the "Big Stick Clan" go east.

Grox noticed Guabulak's intention to stop, and asked tentatively:

"Boss, I don't see anything here, shall we continue walking?"

Seeing that Guabulak shook his head as he expected, he immediately asked:
"Then shall we bring some snowstorm bear meat back to God's Promised Land to repair it, and then return to the Tenth Fortress?"

In other words, this hunting is over.

Guabrak hesitated for a moment, but quickly grinned:

"We can take a trip to God's Promised Land and have a good rest, but we won't go back to the Tenth Fortress after that."

"Not going back to the Tenth Fortress? Then where are we going?" Grox didn't keep up with the leader's thinking.

Guabulak moved his neck, and said with ease:
"Follow the footprints of the Promised Land to the southeast."

"Go to Snowstorm Bear's lair!"

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