Divine Throne of Primordial Blood

At night, the grasslands rose to a bonfire.

Dunbar sat by the campfire, quietly, as if thinking about something, and the fire lit up on his face, showing no visible patterned fibers on his face.

The mob rarely thinks.

The thugs don't think.

Except for Dunbar.

Dunbar likes to think, and he likes to sit there and think quietly.

It seems like a different kind of thug who worships the wild, who's free to fight.

This made him feel uncomfortable as a teenager for some time.

If not for the support of the High Sacrifice.

The High Sacrifice said: "The tyrants do not think, and they are even hostile to the tyrants who move their minds. But the survival and development of the tyranny depends on the thinking tyranny. So think about it, Dunbar. Learn not only to kill your enemies with your fists, but also to use your wisdom to judge them and to control yourself with your reason! ”

Since then, Dunbar has been the tribe's favorite teenager of thought and worship's favorite teenager.

When Chief Baccarant Sariguana came to borrow from the High Sacrifice, the High Sacrifice did not lend a more powerful gaza in the temple, but recommended Dunbar.

He said, "Let Dunbar go. He'll surprise you. ”

So Dunbar came here and became one of the three chiefs.

Not as well graded as the people, from the first to the fortieth, everyone has their place.

The division of tyranny is simple: Temple Warriors are the chiefs, and the rest follow orders, that's all.

It's not about wisdom, it's not about thinking.

Dunbar was sad, but he had no choice.

This is his race, and he must respect the mindset of the community.

The night is darker and the night is darker, but the bonfire is still shining.

If it is Dunbar, he chooses to extinguish the bonfire to avoid being spotted by the opponent.

But no.

Ferraro disagreed.

He thinks it represents fear, not the work of a warrior. Real warriors are not afraid to expose themselves, and the other side finds out.

In fact, if it weren't for Dunbarra, Ferraro might have hit that crowd in the daytime.

That's more than a dozen people.

What the fuck!

But even so, Ferraro was very dissatisfied.

“Dunbar, I think it's very pointless to stay here. We're either gonna kill them or we're gonna get out of here and look for another loner. I feel like I'm wasting my life! ”

Ferraro came to Dunbar and sat down and complained of his dissatisfaction.

“But this is the best way to deal with them.” Dunbar replied: "Nearly twenty people gathered there. They can't do nothing. But with us watching, they're destined to be hard to do. Yes, we may not do anything about it, but we will give our comrades more opportunities. Because out there, it's the absolute dominance of our comrades, who will sweep the area like a hurricane, killing all the people they see and harvesting everything they can. ”

“But it's not good for me, is it?” Ferraro roars: “I came here to build merit, not to serve others! ”

Dunbar replied, "Believe me, this is merit! When we return victoriously, when you know that only the three of us hold the other 20, all the thugs will cheer for us. ”

“Are you serious?” Ferraro looked somewhat suspiciously at Dunbar.

Dunbar nodded seriously.

“Well, then I'll just listen to you once, just because there's no battle makes me sad.” Ferraro went back to bed with his axe.

Watching him enter the barracks, Dunbar muttered: “There will be battle… and it will probably be miserable. ”

At dawn, the sky is still covered in gray.

Sleeping Dunbar suddenly opened his eyes.

Years of training gave him a supernatural acute intuition to spot problems in the first place.

Somebody's coming!

He walked out of the tent and woke up Ferraro and Mentiano.

Soon after, in the light of dawn, four people slowly appeared.

They come directly to where the camp accounts are located.

Damn Ferraro, I was just saying put out the bonfire. Dunbar wanted to, but he didn't say anything.

Ferraro's eyes were filled with war when he saw the presence of the people.

“Four, only four! Dunbar, you're not gonna let me fight this time, are you?” Ferraro licked his lips and said.

“No, wait!” Dunbar said.

He stared at the people walking in front of him and looked down.

“Why?” Ferraro wondered.

“Look what it is.” Dunbar points to the one who's ahead.

It was a thin human being, and in fact all people were weak in the eyes of tyrants, whose aesthetic vision was rugged, tall and generous, even for women. In the eyes of the people, beautiful women like Gu Light Luo Moon Sha are a weak group of unused water goods in the eyes of the mob, but the presence like Zheng Bashan is more popular.

But it doesn't matter. What matters is what's in the hands of the man in charge.

A flag!

A flag made of a tree pole and a bloody red cloth.

There is a battle axe painted on the flag and two large legs under the battle axe, symbolizing death and violence.

Seeing such a flag, the three thugs stayed together and three words appeared in their mouths:

“Takusha! ”

Takusha, an ancient and traditional ritual prevalent within the mob, is an ancient tribal language, meaning duel.

Takusha is often raised when two thugs encounter unresolved disputes.

The loser dies, the winner is just.

Takusha is sacred to the mob.

No thug can disobey Takusha or betray his race, and those who reject Takusha are often regarded as cowards.

As a result, Takusha is also often a way for the rebels to challenge the Throne of Power.

In mob tribes, usurpation can sometimes be very simple.

Instead of launching a large army, you just have to resist a flag that represents Takusha's request, come to the chief's camp, plug the flag, and wait for the chief to respond.

The chief has the right to reject Takusha, in which case he can still be the chief, but will therefore be regarded as a coward and disempowered. If at this time there were riot warriors standing up and organizing a wave of armed resistance, the chances of success would be much greater.

That is why the tribal leaders of the tyranny have traditionally been the strongest brave men, and that is not to say.

Because if you're not strong enough, it's easy to be overthrown by other warriors.

It can be said that the reason why the tyrants so admire force has a very direct relationship to the traditional way of winning and losing Takusha is through duel. What else can you admire if you don't admire violence?

And now, what Dunbar didn't expect was that several people came against the Takusha flag.

“They want to fight!” Ferraro has some unbelievable eyes.

And then he laughed, “This is killing me! ”

By this time, the distant people had approached.

They came not far from the three thugs.

There is no language, no proclamation, only that ruined flag, which represents the sacred beliefs of the tyranny, was planted on the ground.

Everything goes without saying.

“Ho!” Ferraro shouted, “Want Takusha? That 'd be great! Let the souls of our ancestors witness our victory! ”

Ferraro said he was going out.

“No!” Dunbar stopped him.

“What are you trying to say? Dunbar?” asked Ferraro.

Dunbar replied: "People know what we are capable of. They can't do Takusha for no reason, they might be messing around. ”

Ferraro was impatient: "Your problem is that you think too much! The thugs are not afraid of conspiracies. ”

“Takusha is a means of settling disputes between the insurgents. And this is a war between us and our people, not a dispute. We can totally ignore it. ”

“Enough!” Ferraro roared: “Takusha is Takusha, Takusha is sacred, the mob cannot avoid Takusha! Whether it was initiated by a human or a thug. If you're scared, watch the game. Holy duels cannot be exploited by any despicable person to stop their shame and create opportunities for me to wipe out those people! ”

Dunbar stopped La Ferraro's hand.

He knew there was no point in dissuading him, in fact even Mentiano was looking at him at the moment.

Mentiano's passion was no less than that of Ferraro, although he was just an ordinary thug.

Their eyes are filled with desire for battle.

Dunbar nodded: "Okay, Ferraro. You're right, what I need to do is not stop you, but stop them from taking any conspiracy in Takusha. Since they want Takusha... then we give them Takusha. ”

Ferraro smiled with satisfaction:

“This is a real thug! ”