Our family is in decline

Among the misty mountains, the rugged mountain roads and dense ancient jungles are destined to make it difficult for the power of "civilization" to extend here, and only "barbarism" controls this place.

The barbarian tribes living here know how to make use of the resources of the mountains and forests. Huge pointed wooden stakes are driven into the ground and connected in a row to form a wall. This is the tribe's main means of protection. Neither enemies nor wild beasts can break through immediately.

The people protected within the wall, both men and women, are of strong stature, wearing more or less clothing or accessories made of white wolves, and of course the most important weapons.

Even the children are carrying weapons such as short swords and daggers, and they are playing wildly with the white wolves that can be seen everywhere in the tribe. Looking at the innocent smiles on their faces, they seem to have nothing to worry about, and this is a paradise-like place. .

But if you see the corpse hanging outside the wooden wall again, you will understand that this is not a good place.

The various mutilated corpses were not completely decomposed, and it was obvious that they had been hung up in the past few days. The strange thing was that all of them had their hands cut off at the wrists, and most of the corpses only had the upper half of their bodies left.

As for where the butt is?

That depends on the white wolves wandering around the wall. Their eyes are fixed on the half that has not fallen down, and some are constantly jumping and climbing, trying to tear off more flesh and blood.

It can be seen that the tribes have recently won foreign wars. Most of these are prisoners of other tribes' wars, and there are also some imperial people.

Those who were seriously injured were not even qualified to become slaves and would be hung on it.

It's a good thing that the person who died was saved from the pain. He would have to suffer from the wolf's bite before he died completely.

Such a cruel and bloody scene is normal to these tribal barbarians. To them, these things are like snacks for dogs, stimulating the hunting instinct of the wolves.

The Yalang tribe is peaceful~

If you don't look at the slaves and the prisoners who were hanged.

And in this peaceful and peaceful barbarian tribe, the white wolves suddenly seemed to feel something. They all stopped inexplicably, leaned over slightly to show fear, and turned sideways to hide.

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

It was a person with a ferocious face, and his facial features were somewhat inhuman. Combined with the thick and dense hair, he had a vague wolf-like appearance.

He is more than two meters tall, wearing thick scales, and his exposed arms are muscular. His fist is the size of a human head. No one can question the strength of this body.

Wearing a full wolf skin cape, the wolf head rests on the left shoulder like a shoulder pad. He wears a necklace of wolf fangs around his neck, and also wears some other weird barbarian-style accessories around his waist.

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

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

He is the new leader of the Yalang tribe - War Wolf!

Next to him is a giant wolf with pure white fur. This description is not an exaggeration, because it is the same size as a horse, and its claws can easily break the hardest human skull.

Behind the leader was a group of barbarian warriors in armor. At this moment, they were all in a state of joy. The blood scabs on their bodies had not even dried, as if they had just come off the battlefield.

Behind them was the result of their hunt, an imperial caravan. Some carriages were piled with goods, while others were piled with corpses, with blood dripping from them.

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

"The leader is back!"

"This is a lot of gain!"

"Mom, I want this."

"..."

When everyone saw this figure, they showed reverence, even extreme worship.

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

This is the guy who destroyed his own tribe...

The wolf raised his hand and waved his battle ax, and the soldiers went back to their homes. As for the looted materials, someone would handle them by themselves. The carloads of corpses were stripped naked and thrown directly to the ground.

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

The internal organs are their favorite part. When the wolf bites them, the skin breaks, revealing the yellow fat inside, the muscles that turn white after blood loss, and then the internal organs in the abdominal cavity.

As if bursting, the organs flowed out all over the place, and a strong stench emanated, which aroused the wildness of the white wolves. They even competed with each other to grab the "most delicious" parts. The winner stuck his whole head into it and feasted. , the snow-white hair was soon stained with blood.

And the children actually followed them, not afraid of this bloody scene at all. They looked for toys among the corpses and took out the eyeballs directly 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 were covered with dried palms, 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 corpse will be eaten by its companions, and the bones will stay here.

There is a black stone sculpture placed among the tangled tree heads. The lower half has been wrapped by tree roots, only the ferocious moon-howling wolf head is revealed.

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

These are all wild spirits from 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 this old tree.

Only wizards who serve the Wolf God can live here permanently.

"Why did you call me back?" War Wolf shouted toward the house, and the giant wolf next to him leaned down.

In front of this door, even the proud Wolf King had to lower his head.

However, Wolf Warrior's tone was very unkind, and he asked directly without even saying a greeting.

He was originally hunting, but he heard a call from the tribe and had to come back early, thus missing out on more harvests.

"I said... you need to discuss with me before taking action..."

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

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

"Boom!" The old wizard paused with his crutch and scolded in a low voice: "Who asked you to privately lead tribal warriors to provoke those caravans!"

Underneath the hoarse voice was the majesty that had been accumulated for a long time, and even the wolf warrior couldn't help but feel a sense of awe.

But that doesn't mean he will give in. On the contrary, he has long 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 intruders must pay the price!"

The roar of the wolf warrior made the whole place reveal a sense of brutality and blood.

The old wizard looked at the ferocious wolf in front of him without the slightest fear. Instead, he shouted harshly.

"Although our tribe seems to be prosperous now, such crazy plundering is bound to make the surrounding tribes unite to become hostile to us.

Many people from the small tribes we conquered fled into the mountains and forests, not to mention that the genius of the Lushou tribe also disappeared into the mountains and forests.

And those business groups, what background do you think they have before they dare to enter the Qunshan trade? They were messengers between the great tribes and the nations of the continent.

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

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

The wolf roared with all its strength, seemingly not afraid of any enemy at all.

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

"Three days ago, the Wolf God told me that a wolf king with an awakened bloodline appeared."

When the warrior wolf heard this, he couldn't help but focus on the white wolf next to him.

Is there anyone with stronger wolf blood than my own?

You must know that it followed him to challenge and defeat the wolf king of the previous generation, and devoured the wolf king's blood.

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 find it and I will hold a bloodline promotion ceremony for you.

Either you advance to Legend, digest the materials plundered during this period, and lead the tribe to grow and become a big tribe again.

Or we can only take revenge from those guys, and then become sacrifices to other gods like the tribes that were massacred and exterminated by us. "

"Hmph! Tell me where it is and I will retrieve it and offer it to the Wolf God."

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

"You can defeat 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~" Wolf Warrior didn't mean to say more, but there was a hint of impatience in his slightly raised eyes, "Tell me the location."

"Go get ten prisoners of war, and I will communicate with the Wolf God for you."

The old wizard looked at the back of the wolf warrior as he left.

The Yalang tribe was once a large and powerful tribe, but it declined in the battle with the invaders and was forced to migrate, or flee, for decades now~

The previous leader, Alpha Wolf, had gone through many hardships in the past, so he was relatively conservative and patient like a wolf, but he also successfully allowed the Yalang tribe to recover from the pain.

But if he wanted to revive the tribe, he needed a more powerful leader, so he chose the most talented wolf warrior in the tribe.

When Wolf Warrior became the leader, he blindly started a war, plundering and killing wildly. The tribe did grow rapidly in a short period of time, but the problem was that the warriors of the tribe were being consumed, and the internal pain was behind the carnival.

At the same time, external hatred 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 for a moment he didn't know whether his original choice was correct.

But things have reached this point, and I have no choice but to move on...

Each wilderness spirit has different preferences, and the rituals held are also very different. For example, the Yalang tribe likes to hold various rituals at night, just like the pack of wolves that come out at night.

Under the big tree, there was a circle of barbarian warriors standing outside the altar. The entire tribe who were qualified to stand here were all elite warriors.

Ten tied 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 ones had become slaves. These were warriors who would rather die than surrender. Most people really Can't get up here.

From the appearance and various decorations, it can be seen that they are mainly from various tribes, and none of them are from the Empire.

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

"Pick your opponent and the winner will live."

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

"I'll do it!" A young soldier who was probably only twelve or thirteen years old stood up, and you could see that his face was full of grief and indignation.

He must use the blood of these murderers to avenge his dead family members!

The onlookers were not very interested in the child, but out of recognition of his courage, a barbarian warrior carrying a spear stood up.

One of the people watching on the side also threw the weapon in his hand towards the young man, which was also a spear.

The young man did not refuse, but broke out the moment he took the weapon and rushed towards the enemy.

Not only did this period of imprisonment not make him feel afraid, on the contrary, anger accumulated in his heart, and he had to make these guys pay the price!

The spear pierced out, the two spears collided, and the battle began.

But it ended soon, and the moment of anger was doomed.

The warrior pulled out the spear stuck in the young man's chest, and looked 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 open the chest directly, take out the still beating heart, and then offer these three things.

The hands are because in the legend, 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 heart of the enemy, which means gaining more power.

The young man's death not only did not frighten the remaining warriors, but instead angered them, and one after another they stood up to challenge.

The only option at this moment is to fight to the death, and An Neng can surrender!