At the foot of Mangzhu Mountain, the leader of the Ant Tribe, Guli, and his son Qieye stood together. They watched with their own eyes as a new totem god appeared in the Rat Tribe, and they felt very upset.
Qie Ye said enviously: "It would be great if our ant tribe could also have a new totem god."
Gu Li whispered, "Perhaps we can find a solution with the Vine Tribe. Since they can help the Rat Tribe to have a totem god again, they can help our Ant Tribe to have a new ant god as well."
Qie Ye's eyes lit up: "Yes, since the Rat Tribe can do it, why can't our Ant Tribe do it? I'll go find Chief Xuan now."
"return!"
Gu Li pulled Qie Ye back.
Qie Ye looked at Gu Li in confusion and asked, "Father, why are you stopping me?"
Gu Li said: "You are too impatient. The reason why the Rat Tribe can regain a totem god is because the giant rat is originally a descendant of the god. Where can we, the Ant Tribe, find a descendant of the Black Ant God?"
When Qie Ye heard this, he felt as if a bucket of cold water was poured on him.
The Ant Tribe had been occupied by the Red Ant God for who knows how many years. There was not even a single black ant in the tribe, let alone the descendants of the Black Ant God.
Qiye said bitterly, "Are we just going to have to go on like this?"
Gu Li patted Qie Ye's shoulder and said, "Don't be impatient. There will always be a chance. Be patient."
Qiye nodded, but he was still in a very low mood.
They watched as the new Rat God climbed out of the pit and released his powerful divine power. They watched as the members of the Rat Tribe cheered and kowtowed around the Rat God like crazy. They watched as other tribes came forward to congratulate him...
Not only Qieye and Guli, the warriors of the Ant Tribe also felt very uncomfortable.
After this battle, their desire for power became stronger than ever.
Especially after Chishao finished the witchcraft that she cast on them, the feeling of weakness in their bodies made everyone feel very uncomfortable.
They desperately want to have a totem god to protect the tribe, and they desperately want the power of the totem to make themselves stronger.
…
At the foot of Mangzhu Mountain, after the Rat God successfully survived the calamity, Jiang Xuan began to arrange post-war matters.
The war is over. The tribes have paid with blood and sacrifice, and what they desire most is the spoils.
In addition to the spoils captured on the battlefield of Mangzhu Mountain, the bulk of the spoils were from the Black Snake Tribe’s settlement.
Jiang Xuan notified all the tribes and sent a group of people to the Black Snake Tribe’s residence immediately to divide the spoils together.
Among them, the bamboo rat tribe, which served as the main battlefield and bait, also obtained a considerable share of the spoils.
This made the witch of the Bamboo Rat Tribe feel mixed emotions, and he even began to doubt whether he was capable of continuing to be a witch.
"I only predicted that the Chuteng tribe would be in trouble, but I couldn't predict how much benefit the tribe would gain after the disaster. Could it be that I was really wrong?"
In the underground cave hall, the witch of the Bamboo Rat Tribe carefully recalled the things that had happened after the Vine Tribe appeared.
He discovered that he had always been prejudiced against the Vine Tribe, causing him to subconsciously ignore the fact that the Bamboo Rat Tribe was living better and better after the emergence of the Vine Tribe.
If the Teng Tribe had not been exchanging various goods for stones from the vicinity of Mangzhu Mountain, the Bamboo Rat Tribe would still be in a state of extreme poverty and could not even afford salt.
Perhaps, becoming a subordinate tribe of the Vine Tribe is not a bad thing for the Bamboo Rat Tribe. It can even be said to be an excellent opportunity for rise.
"Perhaps, I am really old. I just want to seek stability and escape. I have lost the courage to lead the tribe to face threats and opportunities."
“It’s time to groom a successor or two.”
The witch from the Bamboo Rat Tribe threw the bamboo piece that had been used for divination by the Vine Tribe into the fire pit and watched it crackle and burn into ashes.
He decided to start selecting a successor from the tribe tomorrow. After the successor is successfully trained, he will voluntarily step down and let a younger and more capable successor manage the Bamboo Rat Tribe.
…
After the Black Snake Tribe was destroyed, the Vine Tribe spent ten days dealing with various post-war matters.
Ten days later, that is, on February 13th, the tenth year of the Teng tribe.
The first grand sacrifice of the Teng Tribe in the central region began!
On this day, all the subordinate tribes of the Teng Tribe in the central region came to watch the ceremony, and even the nearby tribes that often traded with the Teng Tribe sent gifts.
In the battle with the Black Snake Tribe, the Vine Tribe demonstrated its immense strength and also laid the foundation for their survival in the central region.
After this battle, the Teng Tribe became a well-deserved large tribe in the central Southern Wilderness, and no tribe dared to question their strength anymore.
Because of this, this grand sacrifice was unprecedentedly grand and solemn. The gates of the entire Teng tribe were all open, the houses and streets were all cleaned, and there was not a single weed in the sacrificial square.
Not only that, the Teng tribe also displayed a variety of decorations.
Among them, the most eye-catching decoration is the head of the black snake god.
The huge snake head was placed on the left side of the sacrificial square. Even though it had been dead for a long time, it still exuded the residual power of the totem god of the tribe.
In addition, the bones, fangs, furs, etc. of various large animals are used as decorations and displayed in various places.
In the center of the sacrificial square, where the sacred vine is rooted, a tall altar stands there like a small hill.
The altar is built with rammed earth of five colors, and is dozens of meters high. It is square at the bottom and trapezoidal at the top, with steps in front and a wide platform on the top.
On top of the altar, three newly built bronze tripods stand in a triangular shape, sparkling golden light in the sun and are very conspicuous.
Inside the large bronze tripod, all kinds of grains were piled high, with peaks sticking out.
In front of the altar, countless offerings of various kinds were piled on the solid wooden table.
The tables were arranged in more than a dozen rows, with dozens of offerings in each row. The large items were placed directly on the table tops covered with animal skins, while the small items were placed in various exquisite colored pottery.
Twelve totem pillars carved from huge stones stand around the altar, each of which is engraved with the totem pattern of the Teng tribe, and on the top are the heads of various ferocious birds and beasts.
When people from other tribes came in, they were immediately attracted by the magnificent arrangements of the Teng Tribe and exclaimed in amazement.
They knew that the Teng Tribe was powerful, but they didn't expect that the Teng Tribe was so rich.
In fact, if it weren't for the warriors of the Teng tribe guarding the place, and the intimidation of the divine vine, they really wanted to go over and take a look at the totem pillar, climb up the altar and touch the golden bronze tripod.
Even the huge number of sacrifices and the painted pottery that contained the sacrifices shocked the people from other tribes.
While other tribes were still using various crude stone tools, living in caves and thatched houses, and running around for three meals a day, the Teng tribe had developed to an unimaginable degree.
When the sun rose to mid-sky, members of the Teng tribe, dressed in their best clothes, began to gather at the sacrificial square one after another.
Even the prisoners of war were given a short rest and watched the grand sacrificial ceremony at the edge of the sacrificial square.
"The chief and the witch are here."
Soon, Jiang Xuan and Chi Shao, dressed in their best clothes, appeared hand in hand and walked towards the altar step by step, causing cheers from the people of the Teng tribe.
When they walked to the front of the altar, a warrior nearby stepped forward cautiously and asked, "Wu, leader, can we start the sacrificial ceremony?"
Jiang Xuan asked: "Is everyone here?"
“Almost all of them are here.”
Chishao said: "Then blow the horn and prepare to start the sacrifice."
"yes!"
The soldier was cheered up and immediately sent a signal to the person in charge of blowing the horn.
The two warriors in charge of blowing the horn immediately raised the long and large bison horns, put them to their mouths, and blew hard.
“Woo woo…”
The ancient, desolate and long horn sounded in the sacrificial square and continued to echo in the territory of the Teng tribe.
For a moment, all the conversations disappeared, and everyone took their seats, straightened their clothes, and focused their eyes on the altar.
When Chishao walked barefoot step by step towards the altar, the grand sacrifice officially began! (End of this chapter)
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