Clans referred to the social groups that were related by blood. Tribes were groups that were formed by several clans and clans that were related by blood. The Giant Barbarian Tribe in the Ancient Barbarian Mountain Range existed in the form of clans and tribes. They were divided into several groups of different sizes.
Under normal circumstances, a tribe would be named after the largest clan in the group!
This was the case for the Wusu Clan. They were made up of six hundred and thirty-four large and small clans, and had a total of one million people. There were one hundred and fifty thousand armored and bowstring warriors, and eight hundred Magi Berserkers who had mastered the Art of Divine Connection and Ghost Control. They could be said to be the strongest tribe in the Giant Berserker Tribe.
It was the largest mountain city of the Barbarians, which included more than forty mountains. There were densely packed stone houses, and the stone houses were built against the mountains. They were distributed in the shape of terraced fields, clear and distinct.
The Magus Berserkers were a group that possessed great power. Although they were few in number, they occupied a mountain peak by themselves. Hundreds of fortresses were surrounded by giant stone walls, and the largest fortress was built near the top of the mountain. Dark green moss and wisteria covered the outer walls of the fortress, adding an ancient and weathered aura to this grayish-black stone castle.
At the main gate of the fortress, two barbarians who were on duty were lazily leaning against a stone pillar carved with ancient patterns. They narrowed their eyes and snored happily. Two axes made of thick iron were thrown carelessly beside their hands.
buzzing
The mosquito flapped its wings and circled around the two barbarians. Then, it chose a barbarian whose blood type was more suitable for its taste and pounced on him. It raised its long and sharp mouth and fiercely pierced into the rough skin of the barbarian!
The strange feeling on his face made the barbarian frown uncomfortably. He raised a hand the size of a palm-leaf fan and slapped it on his face.
Pa!
The mosquito was dead, and the barbarian had successfully woken him up.
He opened his sleepy eyes and looked around. Seeing that there was nothing unusual, the barbarian laughed and crossed his arms around his chest. Just as he was about to go back to sleep, he heard a dull "Ka Ka" sound.
He looked back at the gate of the fortress and was shocked to see that the dusty gate was slowly opening. He was shocked and quickly reached out to push his companion who was still fighting with the goblin in his dream.
"Ba Tu, Ba Tu, quickly wake up. Don't doze off. The High Priest has come out of seclusion!”
The barbarian named Ba Tu was in a daze. He was about to grumble impatiently when he heard the words " The High Priest has come out of seclusion ". He was instantly shocked. It was as if a bucket of cold water had been poured over his head on a cold day. He was completely awake and no longer sleepy.
He quickly straightened his body and looked back. He really wasn't lying.
The heavy thud continued. The huge stone door slowly opened to both sides, revealing a pitch-black hole. A gust of cold wind whistled out, and a figure walked out.
It was an ugly old man with a hunched back, an old face, and wrinkles on his face.
The old man's facial features were unsightly when separated, but when put together, he looked as hideous as a demon. He wasn't tall or strong, at least for barbarians who were about three meters tall. The loose sacrificial robe on him didn't fit him well.
There were age spots under his loose robe, and he held a bone staff in his hand that was as thin as firewood. At the top of the bone staff was a shriveled skull wrapped in rotten skin and with two curved horns.
"Ba Tu (Te Mu 'er) congratulates the High Priest for coming out of seclusion. He wishes the High Priest to be able to use witchcraft and live a long life.”
Ba Tu and the other man quickly knelt down and did not even dare to raise their heads to look at the High Priest. Among the Barbarian Race, the High Priest had a high status that was second only to the Barbarian King. Compared to the Barbarian King's invincible image, he represented mystery and fear.
"Is the king in the palace?"
An unpleasant and heavy voice drifted down from above.
Ba Tu thought for a moment, then replied with a trembling voice," Reporting to the High Priest, the King is currently in the palace. I heard that the Helu Clan has contributed a group of human dancers, and the King is currently inviting all of you to enjoy the dance!”
A cold wind blew past, and a corner of the robe in their line of sight instantly disappeared. Ba Tu and Te Mu 'er bowed their heads for a long time before raising their heads. Seeing that there was no one in front of them, they looked at each other and saw the fear in each other's eyes.
Facing this mysterious and terrifying high priest, both of them felt like they were facing death. It was as if their lives and future were filled with a dark color that could not see hope. Fear, depression, and despair flooded their hearts like a tide. They almost wanted to pull out their weapons and kill themselves.
Fortunately, I have strong willpower, the two of them thought to themselves.
Barbarian King Palace was located in the center of Ancient Barbarian Mountain City. It was different from the grand and magnificent Great Yin Palace. embossed pillars, animal bones, animal teeth, and decorations made from animal skins could be seen everywhere, making this spacious and tall Barbarian King Palace look ancient and primitive.
The iron basin that was set up high was burning with raging flames, illuminating every corner of the palace. The burly figure sitting on the throne held a skull wine vessel in one hand and supported his face with the other. He tilted his head and narrowed his eyes, seriously appreciating the graceful and gentle posture of the dancer.
This king of the Barbarian Race had a face like a purple date, a beard like a golden needle, a curly beard, and a pair of eyes. He had a wide mouth and cheeks, and he wore a bright silver ox horn helmet and a dark gold armor that covered his heart. He was a head taller than ordinary barbarians, and his imposing manner made him look as fierce and powerful as a giant demon god.
The dancing women in the palace were the singing girls raised by an official of Great Yin. Not long ago, the city guarded by this official was unfortunately broken through by the barbarians. The singing girls were also captured by the barbarians. After a while, they were sent to the Wusu Clan.
In the eyes of most human beings, barbarians were uneducated, uncivilized, and wild beasts who would cook human beings when they were hungry. Therefore, these dancers were so scared that their faces had turned pale. Their hands and feet were trembling slightly, and they were forcing a smile and dancing the exotic Huteng dance that was more in line with the aesthetics of barbarians.
The barbarian nobles in the palace were already drunk and their faces were red. Their eyes were fixed on the beautiful dancers who were singing and dancing happily. If the Barbarian King was not here, they would have long lost control of their beastly nature and pounced forward.
All of a sudden, a gust of cold wind blew into the hall. The icy cold aura spread wantonly, causing the flames in the iron basin to flicker. At the same time, it extinguished the fire in the hearts of many barbarian nobles, clearing their minds.
"Ah!"
It wasn't just someone who let out a terrified scream. The dancers 'harmonious and smooth formation was in a mess. They all dodged to the sides and widened their eyes, staring at a person who suddenly appeared in the hall in fear and nervousness!
No!
This shouldn't be human!
At least, they had never seen such an ugly and vicious person who looked like a ghost and not a human at all.
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