Chapter 250: The Grias Islands

The delivery of the salvation system has always been very reliable.

For so long, the original body Qingtong and the vest have been teleported countless times, but not once has it landed on the edge of the roof, above the lake, or on the head of some unfortunate passerby.

And many times they ended up in remote corners where no one could see them, so that they could blend into the crowd in a low-key manner.

"So, why did it fall in the center of the crowd this time?" Mang Tao was a little confused.

The salvation system murmured quietly: "...Error."

In fact, the deviation was not big. It originally wanted to teleport Mangtao and Tong to the forest a hundred meters behind, but it was only a hundred meters off and actually sent them directly to the center of the primitive tribe.

Surrounding Mangtao and Tong were the island's indigenous people wearing elaborate skirts. One of them, an old man with several wooden bead necklaces around his neck, tapped the ground with his staff and pointed at Mangtao, the leader, and said, "They are desecrating the sacrifice. Catch them!"

"roar--"

The men behind the old man rushed over with spears.

"Kill them all?" Tong asked.

Mang Tao: "Control it first."

The fang-toothed boy let out an "oh" and rushed out like a beast rushing into a flock of sheep. In the blink of an eye, he scattered the men of the primitive tribe into pieces.

Mangtao took this opportunity to observe the surrounding environment.

The empty land was surrounded by simple wooden houses, and the outermost part of the wooden houses was a fence wall. The scale was about the same as the tree house tribe we had seen before, but it was obvious that the level of civilization here was a little higher.

The weapons they hold are more sophisticated than those of the Tree House Tribe, and the clothes they wear are woven with patterns. The old man in front who is not good at fighting holds a scepter with dozens of bird skulls hanging on it. He can command the men in the tribe. He doesn't look like a leader, but more like a witch in a primitive tribe.

He remembered the old man had said before... sacrifice?

Mang Tao turned around and saw something he hadn't noticed before. Behind him was a wooden frame, and a woman was hanging on it with her hands tied up. She was wearing a complicated patterned skirt, and was obviously from this tribe. But the woman was not wearing anything on top, and only let her long black hair hang down in front of her body, covering her important parts.

The woman hung her head, not knowing whether she was dead or alive.

Mang Tao walked up, smelled the scent of blood, looked at the woman's ashen face and stiff body, then went behind the woman and understood why her top was taken off.

A long incision was made from the back of the woman's neck to near her hips, and the spine and internal organs were removed, leaving only a layer of skin and flesh on the outside.

She had been dead for a while.

"I think I got something wrong." Mang Tao said coldly, "I always thought that the cruel Red Reef Tribe was the one that captured people for sacrifice."

Maybe this answer is wrong.

Of course, the Red Reef Tribe is indeed cruel, and they are still doing things like taking away and harming residents of other tribes. But it is not the Red Reef Tribe that is related to the weirdness.

But there are several other friendly tribes that can interact with each other through the mouth of the tree.

Just because tribes can trade peacefully with each other doesn't mean they are good people.

Wait, that doesn't seem to be accurate. In primitive tribes where people's minds are still ignorant, it is not uncommon to sacrifice people. Even China, which is known as a civilized country, used people to sacrifice to gods in the distant past when slaves still existed, and even before that.

Some powerful countries in the Western Continent, when invading other territories, have done things like "exchanging the skins and heads of local indigenous people for money, causing everyone to become devils", and this period of history is not particularly long ago.

The history of human pillars in Japan's buildings is even more bloody.

Therefore, in this primitive tribe, using humans to sacrifice to gods is actually "reasonable".

The woman lowered her eyes, looking at the ground with dilated pupils. Her lips were cracked. She became a sacrifice. Mang Tao didn't know whether she volunteered or was forced to do so.

"Blasphemy." The old man kept knocking on the ground with his cane. He pointed at Mango with his old fingers. "You will be killed by the gods. You disturbed the gods' eating. They will not let you go."

Mang Tao rolled her eyes at him and sneered, "Then let it come."

After saying this, the young boy looked around at the tribal men lying on the ground, then raised his head to look at the sky: "The 'god' you worship is so cowardly. It must have slipped away."

The moment he sensed their presence, he ran away. Because he ran too fast, Mang Tao was frightened by the people around him and didn't notice them immediately.

Now, careful exploration can only reveal a few remnants of the mysterious power.

"You..." The old man was about to say something when he was kicked to the ground by Tong.

"The last one." Tong stepped on the old man's head and looked up to see the woman hanging on the wooden rack.

"There's still a piece hanging here, but it's not fresh anymore." Tong said with a little regret. He walked to the woman's body and sniffed it. "This smell is a bit like crow."

"A bird?"

Hitomi put her finger on her chin: "Maybe."

Mang Tao looked up at the sky: "Sure enough."

The traces of weird power point straight to the sky, and this time the weirdness can fly.

"Send the crow over?"

"No need." Mang Tao walked up to the old man, squatted down and asked, "Want to chat?"

The old man reached out and grabbed his walking stick, his cloudy eyes scanning the tribal warriors lying unconscious on the ground. He was shaking slightly with anger, and just in time he saw the woman and young girls hiding in the wooden house quietly poking their heads out.

"Come out, you are also warriors of the tribe!" the old man pointed at them.

Mang Tao looked back at the women and girls who had hidden themselves in the wooden house, and then looked at the men lying on the ground.

This tribe seems to have a very clear distinction between genders.

Among those who appeared before the sacrifice, the youngest was about five or six years old, and the oldest was already middle-aged, and all of them were men.

The youngest child was hiding in the wooden house and couldn't participate. And among the children, all of them were girls.

Was this to protect them, or because women were not allowed to take part in the sacrifice?

But the sacrifice is a woman.

Seeing that the women were hesitating and did not come out, the old man wanted to speak again, but Mang Tao stepped on his wrist, and there was a click, and the wrist broke.

"Don't make me say it a second time." Mang Tao said unhappily.

Tong took out a gleaming dagger and made a few moves with it: "This kind of threat won't work against a guy like him. Watch me."

He came to an unconscious man and stabbed the dagger into the man's thigh. The intense pain woke the man up and he started wailing.

The man tried to attack Tong in fear, but Tong held his shoulders. Tong pulled out the dagger and stabbed it hard into the man's shoulder, pinning him to the ground.

Such a tragic scene frightened the women hiding in the wooden house. They hid in fear and refused to show up again.

"If you don't talk, one will be useless. If you still don't talk, two will be useless." Tong turned to the old man and showed him a ferocious smile. "If you don't want all the men who can hunt in your tribe to become useless, you'd better listen to the little leader. Answer the questions honestly."

The old man's body trembled.

He offered sacrifices to the gods for the betterment of the tribe. If the tribe's youth were gone, the tribe's future would be gone. They were the closest to the Red Reef Tribe, and if they lost the fighting power of their youth, they would definitely be killed by the Red Reef Tribe.

"I know. Just ask." the old man replied.

He is one of the few smart people in the tribe, otherwise he would not be still alive at such an old age. He is the only person of his age in the tribe.

Because of this, he became the witch in the tribe, with a status higher than that of the patriarch.

"Tell me about the gods you worship." Mang Tao leaned over and asked.

The old man raised his head and stared at the mango. Suddenly, a gleam of light flashed in his eyes. He raised his hand excitedly and asked, "You are also a god, a great god?"

Mang Tao looked confused, not knowing why the topic suddenly shifted here.

"I know that there are also contradictions between gods. Just like night and day, water and fire." The old man climbed up with difficulty. "We worship the gods who exist. You defeated the previous bird god. You are our new god."

Mang Tao: "I refuse."

He didn't want believers, and from the old man's eyes, Mang Tao only saw benefits, not respect.

This old man did not truly believe in him, and perhaps he did not truly believe in the previous bird god either.

I guess some kind of agreement was reached with that 'Bird God'.

"I tell you, I tell you everything," said the old man.

The old man slowly told Mang Tao the causes and consequences of his encounter with the 'Bird God' and the content of the agreement for worshiping the gods.

Just as Mangtao had expected, the relationship between the old man and the bird god was indeed just a simple agreement.

Whether you believe in God or not depends on whether God is useful.

The old man's tribe is on the black soil slope, so it is also called the Black Soil Tribe.

Unfortunately, the Black Soil Tribe was next to the Red Reef Tribe. In previous years, the Black Soil Tribe had suffered the most from the Red Reef Tribe. Men were killed, women were taken away, and the population was constantly decreasing. Among the five tribes on the archipelago, the Black Soil Tribe had the smallest population.

We also thought about moving the entire tribe away. However, although the islands are large in area, many places are rocky mountains and some are beaches. None of them are habitable areas. The habitable areas have long been divided up by several tribes.

Other tribes were occasionally invaded by the Red Reef Tribe, while the Black Soil Tribe lived in fear every day. While other tribes could live a comfortable life, their tribe constantly improved their life skills, polished their weapons, made armor, and developed in distress.

But in fact, it did not develop much and was still crushed by the Red Reef Tribe.

Until they met the 'Bird God', the agreement between the old man and the Bird God was very simple. The Black Soil Tribe cooperated with the Bird God to prey on the people of the Red Reef Tribe, and at the same time offered a sacrifice to the God every month.

One per month, this price is much lighter than the damage caused by the Red Reef Tribe.

Because those who are sacrificed in the battle against Red Reef are warriors, and those who are handed over to the Bird God are not picky and will just look for those who are disobedient, have made little contribution to the tribe, or are sick.

Look, how well calculated it is.