Chapter 52
Xiacheng is the main city of the Xia clan. It is located in the north of Youzhou. It is the northernmost city in the territory of Zhao State. The wasteland Goosen.

On the map that Xia Ye knew before, this is near Chengde, but the summer resort has long since disappeared, and there are only countless enemies.

In order to survive for resources, the major tribes continue to conquer each other, and the breath of blood and death is everywhere.

Xia Ji, the patriarch of the Xia Clan, is not a good person, but he is quite capable. Ten years after taking over the tribe, he let it rise rapidly. Finally, this year, the population exceeded [-], making Xia Cheng eligible to wear a "Xiong City" laurels.

Today is the Spring Hunting Ceremony. Tens of thousands of people gathered in the Manshi Square early on, bustling with people, the cries of vendors, the prayers of warriors, and the laughter of children, all mixed together and heard endlessly.

Xia Ye stood on the side of the road, looking at the moving heads, and finally his eyes fell on the towering and majestic Tower of Glory. He didn't have any honor, but his face was gloomy, because they were the family that was abandoned.

His father, Xia Wuan, once made great military exploits for the Xia family. With a slashing blade, he forcibly cut a life and death path for Xia Ji. He also won the title of the number one hero of the tribe. Forgotten, the bones have been made into undead heroes to continue to guard the tribe.

Xia Lingyue didn't get any kind treatment, and she didn't even see her father for the last time. Even she, as a substitute for Xia Ji's son, was offered to King Zhao, suffered blood sacrifice, and lost her bloodline.

Thanks to God's blessing, I didn't die, but the four years of illness and torment have deeply hurt my body and my heart.

"Miss, why are you crying?"

She stuffed a candied gourd woad into her mouth, and suddenly saw Xia Lingyue burst into tears. She didn't know how ruthless Xia Ji was.

Even if Xia Wu'an was transformed into an undead hero, he had lost all memories of his life, and his only mission was to protect the Xia clan, but he was Xia Lingyue's father after all, but over the years, no matter how much Xia Lingyue begged, he never I have seen my father.

"I didn't cry!"

Xia Lingyue quickly wiped away her tears, and took another peek at Xia Ye, not wanting him to worry about herself.

"I will definitely tear down this tower of glory, tear down the altar of ancestors, and extinguish the fire of the Xia family's ancestors."

Xia Ye clenched his fists tightly. He must take advantage of this bloody survival trial to establish his own tribe and grow rapidly.

Xia Wuan received this kind of treatment. To put it bluntly, it was because he was an outsider. He could fight the country, but if he wanted to share the results of the battle, the power class of the Xia family discriminated against him and could not accommodate him. to other secrets.

when!when!when!
The grand and loud bell rang, and the young people immediately gathered towards the intersection on the west side of the square.

Pass the intersection and go straight for 300 meters to the Ancestor Altar.

In a tribe, there are five basic buildings, of which the domination tower is the most important. It can analyze the core of the building and generate slave labor to build buildings. The vitality tower, as the name suggests, is a building that absorbs vitality and is used to maintain the normal operation of the entire tribal building.

The Hero Altar is a place for heroes to rest, train their bodies and meditate. Even if they fall asleep here, they can get nourished by vitality and continuously improve their strength.

The main function of the spring pool is to help the warriors recover and heal, while the ancestor altar is a place to worship ancestors.

In this era, people do not believe in gods, but only in ancestors, and believe that pious sacrifices and beliefs will be protected by ancestors.

In a tribe, the first building to be completed is always the Altar of the Ancestors, and it is always the last to be demolished.

No matter how many buildings of the tribe were destroyed, as long as the ancestral altar was still there, there was a chance of a comeback, but once the ancestral altar was demolished and the fire of the ancestors was extinguished, it would mean the death of the tribe.

Therefore, the ancestral altars are all built in the area with the strongest defense force of the tribe, and because of its sacredness and mystery, even those of the ordinary people have only three or four chances to step into it in their lifetime.

"Only young people who have participated in the Blood Survival Trial are eligible to enter, and offenders will be punished heavily!"

"Everyone is lined up, no loud noises, no random walking, no weapons!"

"Low your head and stay in awe!"

There were two rows of warriors in full armor standing at the street corner, announcing the rules to the young people in a confident manner.

In view of the importance of the ancestor altar, this street is completely closed on weekdays, and it will only be opened during major sacrifices.

"You, stop!"

A warrior yelled.

Swish!
The people standing next to Xia Ye immediately avoided, fearing that he would harm Chi Yu.

"What's the matter with that little girl? Let her go!"

The Warriors have a bad temper.

Xia Ye turned around and saw Song Guo standing three meters away, curled the corners of her lips depressedly, the little Lolita didn't want to be separated from him.

"Hey, wait for me outside!"

Xia Ye has no time to take care of Song Guo, he wants to take this once-in-a-lifetime opportunity to observe the terrain here in detail, so as not to lead troops to attack and catch them blind in the future.

In the age of vitality, every surname is a totem, representing a kind of power, this is the power of the clan, it is a brand brought by a person born in life, which can never be erased.

The ancestral altar represents the origin and inheritance of a clan, so its shape will show strong characteristics of the tribe.

The totem that the Xia family believes in is the Xuanniao Asahi, and the power of the clan it possesses is flowing gold like fire, conquering the east and conquering the west. Therefore, the ancestor altar built by the spirit of the ancestors is a Xuanniao that is flapping its wings and wants to fly to the sun. The bird shape, on the stone, is full of burning golden flame patterns, like a tsunami, sweeping across the wilderness, this is not painted with paint, but directly roasted out of the ancestral fire with the power of the clan.

After approaching the altar for 30 meters, a strong killing atmosphere rushed towards the face. It was like being in a battlefield, facing the charge of thousands of troops, which made people feel palpitations.

The young people who entered the gate instantly shrank their necks and lowered their heads like quails being watched by ferocious beasts, not daring to look around.

Xia Ye frowned, enough to pinch a sea crab to death. His surname was indeed Xia, but he came from the world before the catastrophe, and he just survived by luck. It stands to reason that unlike the natives of this era, he should not have the power of a clan. right!

"Wait, could it be said that people in the past also possessed the power of the clan, but the vitality content in nature is too little to allow the power of the clan to manifest?"

Xia Ye couldn't figure it out, and who sent the text message asking him to hide?
There are torches on the walls on both sides of the altar, and the turpentine burns, occasionally making a beeping sound, which also illuminates the lifelike murals.

These are all carved by the master craftsman himself. They are all kinds of important events that the Xia clan has experienced in thousands of years, among which wars are the most common.

At the end of the corridor, there is a huge screen wall engraved with the pattern of a black bird rising to the sun. It is actually alive, especially the eyes inlaid with gemstones. As if looking back at it.

"Line up, come and lead the Ancestral Stone!"

A middle-aged man in a linen robe stood beside the stone wall, calm and majestic. In front of him was a long pine table with walnut-sized stones neatly placed on it.

Hearing this sentence, everyone's nerves tightened, their breathing became lighter, and their expressions became more pious.

The Ancestral Stone is a special kind of stone. After being blessed by the Great Prophet's secret method, it can store the spirit of the ancestors in a short period of time to ensure that the spiritual fire will not be extinguished.

Xia Ye was not in a hurry and fell behind in the second half of the team.

"I heard that Xia Jie's ancestral stones are of higher quality, and when in danger, they can summon the ancestors to guard and attack the enemy!"

A voice suddenly resounded in the ears.

Xia Ye didn't talk to him, and glanced out of the corner of his eye, he saw a thin young man beside him. It was Xia Chong, who also lived in a slum and had an encounter in Qipanshan.

Xia Chong also knew that this was not a place to talk, so he closed his mouth in a timely manner.

The Ancestor Stones are all in the shape of pebbles, with circles of circular patterns on them. They look ordinary, but after the young man took them, he groped excitedly, as if they were priceless treasures.

Xia Ye understands this sentiment, because an ancestral stone represents the beginning of a tribe. If everyone can build an ancestral altar in the wilderness Gusen, ignite the ancestral fire, and survive the fight, it means that they have For the opportunity to become the chief, you can spread the branches and leaves for the clan.

Bypassing the screen wall, there is a Temple of Heaven with 120 steps. On the top, there is a huge bronze tripod. Its shape is also facing the east, and the mysterious bird is facing the sun!
In the copper tripod, there was a ball of orange flame burning, it was neither hot nor burst, but when it shone on the face, it warmed the heart, like a lover's embrace.

"bow down!"

A deep voice sounded.

"Great Prophet!"

A large group of young people knelt down, all of them looked excited. It was the great prophet who came. You must know that such a big man may not be seen twice or three times in a lifetime.

Everyone knelt down. If Xia Ye stood up, it would definitely be eye-catching. If the Great Prophet saw that he disrespected his ancestors, there was no need to talk about revenge, he would be beaten to death on the spot.

There was no way, Xia Ye knelt down on one knee, but it was just a show, and he didn't touch the ground.

"Damn it, Xia Ji, you wait for me, I will make you kneel for us for three days and three nights!"

Xia Ye became ruthless.

The Great Prophet began to lecture, and the young people listened seriously one by one, as if missing a word was disrespect to their ancestors, but Xia Ye was upset to hear it.

What to work hard, not to disappoint the expectations of the ancestors, what to fight, to bring glory to the tribe, all are fake clichés. In fact, when translated, there is only one core idea, that is, you should be good cows and milk—milk with your heart, even if If they are dead, they must be burned to add a handful of ashes to the tribe's land, so that the wheat will grow better in the coming year.

"Fight hard, the ancestors will protect you!"

After the great prophet finished speaking, he raised his staff.

The flame in the copper tripod ignited with a bang, illuminating the Temple of Heaven, and after that, flames the size of fingernails flew out, as if possessing spirituality, and drilled into the ancestor stones in the hands of every young man middle.

(End of this chapter)

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